Suddenly: College

Frank was trying very hard to fight that strange, calming feature of the app she was using, but he had no chance. No matter what he tried, all he could do was to lie there like the perfect boyfriend and agree to everything she said. Suddenly however a beeping noise ripped both out of there trance, or Grace at least, as the app was still running.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed "I totally forgot about class, and I got only 15 minutes left." She looked at her boyfriend, frowned and sighted. It was clear that she had many things on her mind that she would rather do than to attend class right now. "You ok if I leave you like this for an hour? I promise I'll be back as soon as possible."
"It's fine." Frank returned.
"You really do like the new size as well, do you?" she asked with a naughty smirk.
"Yeah, it's great." Frank returned. Grace hopped out of bed, put back on her clothes, fixed her hair as good as she could and rushed for the door, but hesitated for a moment.
"You sure you are ok?" she looked at Frank who was still resting in bed.
"Yeah, I am fine. Just a bit exhausted." he said. A few emotions run over Grace' face, she was obviously fighting the urge to skip class, but she knew she had to attend, it was her most important one. "I am _very _motivated to be back as soon as possible." she said with a giggle, then left.

Frank was laying there for another minute or two, till the soothing effect finally wore off, and he once again felt like he had just woken up from a daydream. Suddenly back in control of his own body and mind he stared at the ridiculously huge cock he now sported.
"What the literal fucking hell!!" he cursed and panic was raising fast. Somehow his girlfriend had grown his dick to the size of a baseball-bat, with gigantic balls dangling below, and it was stuck fully erect. Frank jumped out of the bed, but was quickly **** by a wildly swinging monster cock to slow down. Eventually he grabbed his shaft with one hand to keep it from violently bouncing, and headed for his phone.
"Common... pick up!" he hissed through his teeth., A brief feeling of hope overcame him when he heard her voice, but it was only her mailbox. "FUCK!!" he cursed and just barely managed to keep himself from slamming the phone on the ground. It was too late. As soon as his girlfriend was in the subway, there was no more signal. And she usually put her phone on silent before she entered class, as her professor was very strict. He let himself sink back on his gaming chair, and watched that absurd pole of flesh follow and slam on his chest. That impact reminded him not only of the reality of this gigantic dong, but also the impressive mass it hat.
"This can't be happening..." he dwindled into desperation. Being stuck with a cock way too big for anyone, and the possibility that she would come back with that app open again in the background meant he was not only screwed, but it could also get worse, soon. "It's only for an hour." he cheered himself up. Probably a little longer, but there was a solution. He would manage with this thing for an hour... somehow.

The first thing he did was to message his girlfriend to properly close that app before she would get back home, and tried to explain that it was somehow affecting his ability to think. Then he headed back to the bedroom as he was still naked, and tried to put on clothes. But with that new tool-size, the only thing that fit were jogging pants, and only if he let his dick roam free. While he pondered on how to keep that thing from swinging around like a pendulum with every step he also got reminded of a second problem: the urges of sporting a cock literally stuck 100% erect. It was increasingly difficult to focus on anything, and every time he touched his dick, the urge to touch it more grew within. When he had finally found a shirt that was low-cut enough so it would keep his dick in check, even though the head of it was obscenely lurking out of the collar, he was so heated up from all that fondling and moving, that his balls started to increase the pressure. He realized he had to empty them and get rid of those thoughts, or it would inevitably happen at the probably most inconvenient moment in the very near future. As the memories of his new volume were still fresh on his mind, and parts of it also on his face, he decided to combine it with a shower and get rid of both problems at once.

Soaping the full length of his shaft in this state finally made him shift his full attention to masturbation, and a part of him had to admit that having a dick so huge that even four pairs of hands weren't enough was at least somewhat entertaining. He started to groan when the water washed off the shower gel, and before he even knew what was happening he was blasting the opposite wall at full ****. A loud moan escaped him, while huge ropes of cum shot from his dick and splattered on the wall. A moment ago he had figured he was still a good distance away from the edge, and now he was loosing fluids at rapid speed. His blasts were so massive, he could even feel how they were pushing him back a little, till it was finally over, and he collapsed in the shower.

Frank still panted when his mind drifted back to reality and found himself sitting on the floor of the shower cabin. He didn't black out, but his mind was so overloaded with the pleasure, that he kinda shut down for a moment. He stared at his still throbbing cock, and realized that the urges had only diminished a little. On the other side of the cabin his sperm run down the drain in an amount that looked like he came gallons, although it probably hadn't been that much. But his hands were already pumping his shaft again, as there was more stored in those gargantuan balls than one orgasm could let go.
"Oh fuck what have you done to me..." he mumbled between his groans, while he helplessly worked that shaft even more. Suddenly he came again, far too soon, yet as strong as the last. Confused he stared at the first ivory jet, before his mind was once again overtaken by pleasure. Load after load splattered against the wall again, and even though it was less than before, it was still inhumanly messy. Afterwards his dick still stood there as ever before, and he probably had relieved enough to stop at this point, but he had to try one more thing, for science. His girlfriend had done something about his orgasms, and he had to figure out if his theory was true. He grabbed his cock once more, pumped it a few times, felt his arousal raising slightly, and suddenly his theory was confirmed explosively when he came once again, even though he clearly felt very far from yet another orgasm. But his body decided other ways, so he was once again thrown into another series of seizures and blasts. His balls were almost dry at that point, but that still didn't stop him from unleashing at least twice his usual amount. But at least he felt completely relaxed and relived afterwards.

Frank did his best to focus on the game in front of him, despite the massive cock-head that was very prominent in his lower vision, and the urges that sporting this erection were still sent into his brain. He felt a little sore though from having four orgasms in total so far, but he knew if she wouldn't undo this once she was back home, he was probably going to set a new weekly record in just one day. Frequently he found his hand squeezing his shaft through his shirt, pumping it a little, and he had to remind himself that it wouldn't undo his predicament, it would just make it worse. And he prayed that she would read her messages before she came in, and that app would turn him into a mindless, super agreeable boy-toy again.