Go shopping.

Tuesday morning came, and Caleb woke up with a raging hardon. His fat cock towered up from his groin, pulsing and bobbing in all its ten inch glory.

"Double fucking digits," Caleb murmured to himself, teasing his foreskin and flexing. His monster fuck-stick lurched and swung. He was tempted to wack off, but decided to play a little game with himself to see how long he could hold off. Tuesday was his day off, with no commitments or obligations of any kind. If he'd have wanted, he could have spent the whole day cloistered away worshiping his own fat meat.

But that'd be selfish, he thought to himself. The world deserves to get a peek at this glorious dong.

He took a cold shower, willing himself to go soft. It was difficult to keep from touching himself. The brisk water made his nipples hard and sensitive. As he soaped up his now muscular body, he couldn't help but explore his newly chiseled abs. His hands wandered down and back; he gripped his firm, round ass. His glutes had grown and tightened into a fine bubble butt. He explored his heavy pecs and bulging shoulders and the mounds of muscle packed onto his arms and only barely held off on stroking his still chubbed cock.

After his shower, Caleb examined himself in the mirror. His formerly twinky body was completely transformed. Besides the muscle that packed his tall frame, he was growing a fine matte of curly ginger hair over his chest and down his stomach. His pubes had grown thick and dark, along with the hair in his pits. Thick scruff covered his chin and cheeks, perfectly framing his strong jaw and high cheekbones. His blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter. He looked like sex incarnate, especially with his long, meaty cock hanging low and fat over his big bull nuts. Seriously, those heavy orbs would make a literal bull envious. They were each about the size of a tennis ball. Caleb's cock had finally softened, and it hung at about 8 inches, still as thick as Caleb's wrist.

Caleb wondered what to do first. He wanted to show off around town; he'd always gotten a kick out of watching people's eyes dart to his crotch when he went out. Just wait till they got a look at him at his new size! Where could he go that would be nice and crowded on a Tuesday morning? Maybe to campus? The gym, perhaps?

Caleb went to his dresser and found his favorite pair of skinny jeans. They were white and had always hugged his ass and crotch in a way that left nothing to the imagination. As he pulled them up his legs, he found he was having a really hard time getting them on. He struggled around, bent over--bare ass naked in the air--and pulled and pulled. Finally it dawned on him: he'd grown too much. They'd no longer fit over his much more muscular thighs, much less his perky ass.

Flummoxed, Caleb tried on several more pairs of pants before giving up completely. Nothing fit him anymore.

He'd have to wear some athletic shorts or something until he replaced his clothes. He pulled on pair of old jogging shorts, not bothering with any underwear. They were a tight fitting, lollipop red with short legs. Before his growth spurt they had been pretty slutty, now they downright obscene. Caleb adjusted himself so that his cock hung down the left leg. Thanks to how tightly his juicy nuts and dick were packed into the front, the backside was pulled tight against his ass. As he examined himself in the mirror, he realized his dickprint was so 3D you could make out the veins of his cock through the thin material.

Caleb pulled on his sneakers and grabbed a tank top from a drawer, waiting to put it on for the time being. He knew Rahim was usually in the kitchen around this time to get breakfast and he wanted to put on another little show. He went to the kitchen and popped some bread into the toaster.

"Hey Rahim, how's it going?" he asked, leaning casually against the counter. Rahim looked up from his cereal bowl and gasped.

"Hey, Caleb. You, uh, been working out or something?" His eyes darted to Caleb's dickprint, then up to his pecs, then back to his dick print. He seemed to be struggling to make eye contact.

"Actually, I was just thinking of hitting the gym. Would you wanna join me? I could use a workout partner." Caleb's made a show of popping his pecs up and down.

"I--I need to study today."

Caleb grabbed his toast and some jam and pulled a chair up close to Rahim. He took a seat and spread his legs wide, letting his heavy bulge hang out over the edge of his chair. As he spread some jam on the toast, he wagged his legs in and out in a display of Grade-A manspreading, watching Rahim's face and getting a kick every time the poor nerd's eyes slipped down to his monster bulge.

"That's a shame buddy... What are you studying for?"

Rahim was openly staring now. He didn't even seem to hear Caleb's question. As Caleb ate, he bounced his knees, enjoying the feeling of his cock and balls bouncing along. He asked Rahim a few more teasing questions. The more he teased, the more flustered Rahim became.

Done eating, Caleb stood up. He'd been enjoying Rahim's frustration a bit too much, and his knob was getting a little chubbed up. About three inches of his semi-swollen dong hung down out of his shorts. His thick, heavy foreskin had collected a big glob of pre where it stretched over his fat dickhead.

Caleb pretended to stretch and yawn, letting his cock hang further out of his shorts, and Rahim lurched forward, gasping and trying to look anywhere else. He was panting and staring; the poor guy had just creamed his pants.

Caleb smirked.

He had an idea.

"Hey, Rahim, do you still have that book I lent you about medieval architecture? I need it back."

Rahim's eye's went wide. "Right now?"

Caleb bit his lower lip and grinned mischievously. "Yeah. Right now."

Rahim's face blushed a brilliant red.

"Why don't you go get it for me? I really need it. Right. This. Second."

Rahim stood. He tried to cover his crotch but the wet stain was obvious. His mediocre prick was still rock-hard, pointing like a little carrot right out into the fabric of his soaked khakis. He ran to his bedroom to get the book and brought it to Caleb, pressing it into his hands and retreating back toward his room.

"Rahiiiimmmm," Caleb called in a sing-songy voice.

Rahim stopped and turned to face him. He was whimpering and embarrassed but still obviously turned on.

"Did you just jizz in your pants like a weak little bitch-boy?" Caleb's mocking face revealed just how much he was getting off on his new power over his roommate.

Rahim just stood there guiltily.

Caleb laughed and wrapped his hand around his fat pole through his shorts, giving it a squeeze. Then he took his other hand and stuck a couple of fingers into the pocket of slimy, pre-soaked foreskin, drawing a wide circle around his dickhead. When he pulled his fingers out, they were dripping with thick precum. He seductively brought his fingers up to his mouth--a slimy thread of clear, viscous slime dangled off them--and he slowly licked them clean.

Rahim squealed where he stood, panting and shuddering; the wet spot over his little bulge grew.

Caleb smiled. "Good boy. We're going to have a lot of fun, you and me." Then he casually strolled out the front door.

Rahim cried out from the apartment. "I'm not gay, I just... Asshole!--You should fucking find some clothes that fucking fit you is all..."

As he headed down the hall toward the elevator, Caleb realized Rahim was right. He probably should get some clothes that fit him.

After all, what better place is there to mind fuck a few more pathetic wimps than the shopping mall?