Whack off asap!

If you cum, you'll probably **** Craig out as you blow your load.

You start stroking, but you're so worried about Craig, you start to go a little soft. This can't be happening. If I kill him...

Maybe some porn will help you get off? You turn around to look for your laptop and your dick bobs around, still 6 feet long and wider than your torso. You try to bend over to get your laptop from the floor, but your cock is in the way.

Okay... Hump the futon! You hump the futon wildly. This has got to look ridiculous...

You feel another growth spurt coming on. You surge a few inches taller, your spine cracks as it grows. Your pecs swell. Your biceps and shoulders are growing too. You notice that your pubes are turning reddish brown, gradually lightening.

As your muscles grow, you start to get turned on again. You realize, you could probably just keep absorbing Craig until he dissolves completely...

Your shoes feel tight, and you realize your feet are growing too. You flex your arms, throwing up a double bi.

By this point, you're too lost in the bliss of growing to worry about Craig.

Your abs are ripped.

You begin humping the futon again, this time for the pleasure it gives you. You no longer care about Craig.

The small piece of furniture collapses under the power of your thrusting cock, and you howl as you come.

Gallons of spooge are sent flying everywhere. You collapse in exhaustion.