Too much

Iris opened her mouth with some difficulty and planted a passionate kiss on Arnold’s massive shaft. She ran her tongue over the veins, tasting the texture and betraying an insatiable hunger.

“Ooh... God.”

For a few seconds, the nerd’s vision blurred so much he felt like he was floating on clouds; his hands gripped the chair while his legs lost their strength, splaying wide apart. That simple kiss had given him more pleasure than any solo act ever had.

Worry about his "little growth spurt"—or anything else—vanished from his mind, leaving room for only one thought: Iris Astor was devouring his cock. That girl, synonymous with royalty and success, was kneeling there, savoring the virility of an insignificant guy like him.

Receiving female attention for the first time, Arnold’s cock responded by bobbing with the pent-up fury of a predator itching for action. That was exactly what the hostess needed to take the rest of the head into her mouth, amidst gasps and primal sounds.

“Grrr... mmh... damn, I never thought... grrr... grrrr... I never thought a guy could be this huge... mmm... fuck, how did you manage to carry something like that around?” she muttered to herself, catching the scent of his overwhelming musk. “Mmmh... my God, this is going to take some effort... I... I need more.”

At first, Arnold didn't understand that last part—until he saw Iris rush over to the bag of beer. She returned with two cans, standing before him in awe of his weaponry.

She cracked one open and downed it in a single gulp, the liquid sliding straight to her stomach. Snorting, she tossed the empty can aside to open the other one. “Mmm... Oh yeah, I really needed that.” She moved on to the second can almost as quickly but paused before opening it. “Although... to be fair, you need it too.”

The blonde moved closer, trailing her hand from the tip of his cock, up his abdomen and over his lean frame, finally resting it on his neck. She rubbed him tenderly while placing the beer against the corner of the redhead’s lips.

“Alright, sweetie, do me a favor and open that little mouth.”

Seeing such love and lust in those blue eyes left poor Arnold defenseless; like an obedient baby, he opened his mouth. It was gentler than the last time; he had more time to get used to the alcohol, even though he still didn't care much for the taste.

When he finished, his mind felt relaxed; things like reports or his rock-hard cock seemed less important by the moment. And why not just enjoy the attention of this beauty? After all, she was already kneeling before him again.

“And now that we’re ready... it’s time to eat.”

She started with a sweet kiss on the tip, then caressed the head with her tongue, sliding it up and down at a leisurely pace, interspersing kisses and coating the member in her saliva. Throughout the process, her blue eyes never left the young man, adding an intimate, erotic touch.

“Mmm... it’s delicious... mmm... delicious and big... mmm... oh wow, I never thought a cock could taste so divine.”

“Ooh... how... mmm... oh God... you... you’ve never... never... oohhhhhhhh.”

“Mmmm... I’d never done it before... but I watched tons of videos... gloop... getting ready for this... mmmm.”

Even though his head was swimming with stars, that was exactly what was on Arnold’s mind. A revelation hit him along with a fresh jolt caused by Iris’s tongue.

“Mmh... OOOOOHHH... s-so... grrr... you... you’re... you’re...”

“I’m a virgin, just like you,” she said, pausing her work.

“But... but the guys you... you were with before... what about them?”

The rich girl’s eyes flicked back for a split second as she laughed, her hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Hahaha... Are you talking about those idiots? Hahaha... Oh, Arnold, don't you know? I went out with them just to make you jealous. I used them for a few days and then tossed them aside; I never let any of them touch me... because my body belonged to someone else.”

The day had been full of surprises for the introverted young man; countless guys had been close to Iris—guys so attractive they rivaled Hollywood heartthrobs, future soccer stars, and even the sons of billionaires. Yet none of them seemed to last more than a week by her side; the nerd had always assumed that her ego made her feel none of them were good enough for her.

The reality was that she only had eyes for him.

That new revelation made his heart pound twice as fast, and all that blood had to go somewhere.

“DAMN IT, IT’S GETTING BIGGER!”

“HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!”

Astrid and Britney’s screams didn't lie; Arnold’s cock began to grow again, and even faster than before.

Like the transformation of a horror movie monster, his member surged upward furiously, gaining height. Its girth kept pace, widening so much that Iris’s hand could no longer contain it, forcing her to let go; meanwhile, as if possessed of a life of its own, the veins darkened and bulged, winding all over the shaft.

When it finally stopped growing, its proportions were off the charts: twenty-four inches long and nine inches thick. Despite its massive dimensions, it remained as rigid as a ship’s mast—a true miracle of nature... or perhaps an aberration. Reeling from the shock, Iris fell backward onto her backside, her eyes bulging from their sockets, while the other girls let out screams that mingled with Arnold’s own yelp.

“Uhhhhhh...”

“Just look at it—it’s a damn battering ram!”

“He can’t be human; that shit would scare any woman to death.”

“Scare her? FUCK, imagine what’d happen if he actually stuck it in!”

For a guy used to being less than a speck of dust in the eyes of girls, processing a situation like this was particularly difficult. And yet, the most mind-boggling part was the shift in the girls' demeanor once the initial shock wore off.

Neither Iris, Astrid, nor Britney looked afraid of the titan that had awakened anymore; all three wore a different expression—one they didn't voice, yet Arnold understood as clearly as advanced calculus. He imagined their hearts racing at a thousand percent, flooding their veins with a rush of endorphins and oxytocin traveling at the speed of light—hormones surging so intensely they clouded all reason and drove their most primal desires.

One look was all it took for the nerd to realize it: they wanted more than just a kiss or a confession. He understood that this was heading toward one inevitable outcome.

“Uh... girls, I think...”

Suddenly, and in perfect unison, the girls stood up—as if the voice of the only man present had flipped a switch. But their attention wasn't on him; it was fixed on the weapon between his legs. “It’s so big... I want it... I want to taste it.”

“So much virility... so much manhood... mmm... I have to taste it.”

“I... I... I need it... oh... I need to have it.”

Sensing what was coming, the redhead raised his hands in a last-ditch effort to calm things down.

“Uh... girls... I think we should... we should calm down.”

“EAT!”

“SUCK!”

“COCK!”

The trio lunged at Arnold; that was when he realized he was trapped with three zombies hungry for his cock... and that he wasn't going to make it out with his virginity intact.