Different question: How is Shawn going to handle being arrested?

That little fucking bitch! Shawn was fuming as he was unceremoniously shoved into the back of a squad car by a cop whose female partner was standing by the hood with one hand on her gun holster. First that little slut threw herself at him, couldn't get enough of his cock with her freakish tongue, and then she was all 'eww, no, don't touch me' when he tried to return the favor? And then this... this steroid-addict beat him up and called the cops. And they arrested him! What had he even done besides getting his dick sucked?

Shawn winced when a lance of pain shot through his ribs as he sat down. That bitch had really done a number on him... After a few minutes of angry internal ranting and a pinch of self-pity, Trevor joined Shawn in the squad car, giving his friend a court nod. They'd been in worse shit together, and they'd get through this as well. With their perps put away, both police officers got in themselves. The female officer rode shotgun and gave Shawn a disgusted look through the mesh separating the back and front of the car before telling her partner to hit the road.

Great, now that cop bitch was on his ass about this as well! Shawn rolled his eyes and scratched at the bulge in his pants absentmindedly. That dicksucker's saliva had dried and was now itching like a motherfucker, Shawn's boxers sticking to the skin. His pants felt a bit tight, too... Shifting in the seat while he stared out of the window at the beachfront shops, Shawn tried to alleviate the pressure on his cock and balls, but no matter how he scooted around, nothing seemed to help. Grumbling, Shawn grabbed his crotch to pull his pants away from his dick, only to find that they were stretched taut over an almost fist-sized bulge.

Whipping his head around fast enough to almost give himself whiplash, Shawn stared down at his crotch, only to confirm what his hand had told him: Somehow, he was having an allergic reaction to fucking spit, his cock or balls or both swelling obscenely. His pants were painfully tight, both Shawn and his fly groaning as the enormous bulge pressed against the fabric.

"Keep it down back there," the female cop barked without turning her head. "If you're gonna claim you're sick, I'm not buying it."

Shawn ignored her, scrabbling at his fly in a **** attempt to open it, but the zipper was too stretched out to budge even the tiniest bit. Cupping his swelling crotch with both hands, Shawn doubled over, Trevor staring at him incredulously. He and his buddy had never faked injury or sickness when they had been in trouble, always taking it like men. So what was going on with Shawn?!

"Help me, dammit!" Shawn shouted as sweat began beading on his forehead. "I'm in pain, you bitch!"

"Aaaand now you also have a count of insulting an officer on your rep sheet. Keep it up, I love seeing guys like you get thrown in the slammer," the female cop replied, throwing a disinterested glance at Shawn.

"Ffffuuuck..." Shawn cursed as the pressure in his pants became unbearable, and then, with a series of muffled staccato pings from under his hands, he felt his zipper split open. "Shit!"

"Seriously, shut it!" The lady cop turned around to shoot a withering glare at Shawn before turning back around and popping a chewing gum into her mouth.

Breathing heavily, Shawn moved his hands onto his thighs to take a peek at his bulge - and swallowed hard. The front of his boxers were stretching, the stitches slowly giving way to his swelling meat. But at least it wasn't painful anymore; in fact, it was beginning to feel good. Really good. So good, in fact, that the swelling that was happening now was very familiar to Shawn.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Shawn muttered under his breath as he stared at his crotch, the outline of his member clearly visible through the fabric of his boxers in the light of the street lamps. His foreskin had already slipped back, the freed glans rubbing against the cotton undies as it strained upwards, pulling at the stitching so forcefully Shawn swore he could hear the fabric creak with every throb. His plump nutsack, the balls heavy enough to pull down the front of his pants, bulged against the remains of his zipper, the metal teeth poking into the sensitive orbs.

"Dude, what the--?" Trevor began, shock and awe silencing him again as Shawn's cock lurched upwards, the first few stitches giving away with a dry ripping sound.

His breathing becoming labored, Shawn fought the urge to rip off the boxers completely and marvel at the glory-- check on what was going on with his cock, but he was acutely aware of Trev staring at him - and of course the fact that there were two armed cops in the car. But no matter what he did, his dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing and straining and swelling inside the confines of his boxers, individual veins visibly pulsing under the pale blue fabric.

It felt harder, bigger, better than any erection Shawn had ever felt, and his finger dug into his thighs as his throbbing pole rose higher, taking his boxers with him. They began digging into his crack, rubbing against his twitching anus, the stimulation making his cock buzz with pleasure and rise faster, in turn pulling the boxers deeper... The stitching gave up the ghost faster now, the soft 'shriiip' sounds barely audible over the drone of the engine as Shawn's powerful member fought against the confines of his cotton prison. Then, with one last, mighty twitch, Shawn's cock stood up ramrod-straight, the front of the frat member's underwear reduced to shreds, one of which still clung to his glans and shaft, only to slowly slip off onto Shawn's sixpack.

And it revealed a true monster of a cock. It was definitely longer than a full foot, throbbing, veiny, bulging, the girthiest part thicker than a soda can - and ready to burst. Fingers trembling, Shawn tried to keep his hand away from the enormous fuckstick; his old cock had been impressive, but this monstrously large organ blew it out of the water. The heat it radiated seemed to reach his face, and the first drop of pre was already forming on its distended slit. Overcome by lust, Shawn didn't even think of panicking or even asking how this was possible.

Even the fact that he was surrounded by three other people, two of them cops and one his buddy, didn't deter Shawn for long. With a shuddering breath, Shawn wrapped his right hand around the twitching pole. He was unable to fully grasp neither his cock nor the situation, but the sensations as he began beating himself off rapidly made Shawn throw his head back against the headrest, teeth clenched and his left gripping the seat cushion.

"What the fuck, man?!" Trevor's voice was hushed, trying not to alert the cops. They were in enough trouble as it was!

"Hrrgh!" Shawn was entirely unable to form a coherent answer, precum bubbling out of his slit and coating his cock - and the more it covered the expansive surface, the faster Shawn's hand flew up and down the trunk rising from his crotch.

Thankfully, the wet noises were almost inaudible over the engine sounds of the squad car, and the female cop was staring out the window as they left the boardwalk and started driving deeper into the city - Shawn couldn't imagine she'd be very happy about what he was doing. But even knowing that, he found himself unable to stop, going even faster instead to empty his aching, swollen balls as fast as possible. Labored breaths and groans rose from his slack mouth as Trevor pressed himself into the car door to get as far away from the pervert his friend had turned out to be, eyes wide open and staring at the impossibly huge, rock-hard cock jutting upwards from Shawn's crotch.

His right never faltering, no matter how much his arm burned, Shawn used his left hand to free his nuts from their fabric prison, impressed by their size despite everything. They rolled into his palm like goose eggs, pulling his sack down heavily, their heat radiating into Shawn's hand as he massaged them gently. He knew that the longer he took, the more he risked getting caught - his only chance was cumming as fast as he could. Lucky for him, the pleasure of the growth was helping him reach his goal much faster.

Running his thumb over the fat nuts in his left, Shawn could feel them bloat up with seed, dimly realizing that their size probably wasn't for show. But even if he had wanted to stop, it was too late: His hips bucked upwards, fucking his fist, his balls pulled upwards, almost slamming into his groin--

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The female cop yelled, causing Shawn to whip his head around - she was staring right at him, disgust and disbelief on her face. "Irons, this fucker is beating off in our ca--agh!"

Seeing as Shawn was already completely fucked, he had decided to get back at that bitch of a cop - by aiming his humongous dick at her right as he let lose. And he came like a firehose. Everyone in the car, Shawn included, stared slackjawed as the first thick rope of cum was propelled from his pulsing dick with enough **** to hit the female cop square in the face even after passing through the mesh, coating her liberally and dripping down onto her uniform.

Irons stepped on the brakes, throwing Shawn forwards against the divider, angling his mammoth dick sideways so the next fat wad of cum splattered against the passenger window and all over Trevor's chest and face. While both he and the lady cop sputtered and hacked, trying to wipe the sticky mess off, Irons turned around to stare incredulously at Shawn, who was kneeling in front of the backseat, hips bucking weakly as he filled the footwell in front of Trevor with spunk, causing his friend to make a disgusted sound and pull his feet up on the seat.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" Irons barked, causing Shawn to look up at his furious face, just in time to see the female cop shove two fingers coated in jizz into Iron's mouth, his eyes widening in shock.

Equally shocked, Shawn stared at the lady cop, her face a textbook example of wanton desire and lust, flush with arousal.

"You have to... mmmh, taste this, Mike..." She moaned, her free hand rubbing her modest boobs through her uniform before she fixed Shawn with a needy stare, voice thick with lust: "I need more!"