Move on.

Caleb decides to go the intimidation route. "Let's make a deal, if I answer that question, this session is over early I can get out of here. Sound good?"

"Yeah, bro! How big?"

Caleb stood up, made a show of adjusting his package, and said "eight inches." Then he walked off, happy to have another free hour of his life.

Caleb decided he could use the extra hour to extend his run, so he jogged most of the way toward home. As he ran, the weight of his package felt different--heavier, much heavier--than he was used to, and his junk slung around heavily with each stride. He was noticing that passersby would stop to stare as he ran along, and the more attention he got the fuller his cock became.

Soon, Caleb's cock became hard, and thanks to the bouncing around, it popped out of the side of his briefs. It slapped from side to side like a pendulum. He was nearing the park by his apartment by this time, and Caleb took a detour around toward the group of trees he had been at the night before when he splooged all over the place. Again, it was fairly deserted, and he had some privacy.

Walking deeper into the trees, Caleb noticed some weeds growing in the area that would have been his spray-zone from the previous night. They were small little cabbages, elongated into a vaguely phallic shape...almost like those in his dream. Curious, he bent down and pulled one by the leaves. Where they tore, thick milky sap poured out. Caleb, still thinking of the dream--and of the hot god/man he had feasted with--brought the leaves up to his mouth and tasted the sap.

Maybe this was a stupid thing to do. For all he knew, it could be toxic.

But the taste was heavenly. He ended up just eating the handful of leaves dazedly. As he ate, his dong grew even harder, and he pulled it out for another jerk session. Right out there in the open air, in broad daylight, Caleb stroked his long, fat dick. Nice and slow at first, then faster.

Then, he got an idea...

Caleb grabbed another bunch of the weed and crushed them in his hands, letting the sticky sap get all over his hands. He used it as lube. It was warm and thick and added a whole new sensation, almost like he fucking a nice tight hole. Gripping his dick, he realized it had grown. His old 7.5 or so was easily 9 now, and he needed both hands to get all the way around his girthy rod. He licked his fingers, savoring the taste of the sap mixed with his own precum.

Kneeling down, Caleb picked a few more of the dick shaped weeds. He ate a couple, languishing in their heady aroma, and used the rest to squeeze out more lube for his growing dong. Finally, he climaxed. Cum flooded from his dick slit, shooting twelve, fifteen feet out from where he was standing. He moaned lewdly. It took minutes; he came and came, like a wild animal. His brain was empty except for the pleasure pulsing from his swollen member.

When Caleb regained his awareness, he was kneeling on the ground breathing heavily. Cum was still oozing from his cockhead, forming a pool on the ground.

Caleb didn't really believe in gods, but he realized something was happening to him. He grinned. Then he whispered, "Take, eat. This is my body, given for you."

It was a line he'd heard in his parents' church when he was a kid, but he figured, if there was someone out there, someone doing this to him, he might as well encourage it by giving them what they want. A little worship never hurt anyone, right?

Before leaving, Caleb picked a few more of the weird little dick-plants. He'd heard of herbs that could enhance one's sexual performance. It seemed much more likely to him that he'd stumbled across one of those than an actual, honest-to-god, well... sex god.

Right?