A Growing Problem

It was a bright and sunny morning as the sun graced the windows of a small suburban neighborhood. And honestly, I was feeling great. It's May 1st, but it feels like Christmas! I've been jerking off for the past couple of hours, only stopping to get some water and marvel at the meat pole between my legs. It's approximately a foot long or so, I think. I didn't really feel like measuring it because my morning wood felt so great. I took another small break after another orgasm, and flushing the toilet again to be rid of the results.

Breathing heavily, I sat back on my bed and laid back, with my feet dangling off the edge. Maybe I should have been worried about this, and I did intend on calling my doctor about this in the morning, but I got carried away. My phone was still warm in my hands from my recent “research”, but with the post-nut-clarity coming to me, I began searching what could cause a sudden development. All I got, however, were some slapped-together erotica and a bunch of forums asking how to become so well endowed.

But I was a person of untamed hobbies, bouncing from one to the next. Perhaps, to these erotica writers, it was my love of thrift shopping, and I had somehow uncovered a djinn. Maybe it was my brief stint as a lab test-rat in college, which is only just now yielding results. Perhaps, I mused, it was even aliens who bestowed this upon me.

Whatever the reason was, it was now 9 a.m., and although I had the day off, I would be loathe to lay about. I squeezed on some pants around a now uncooperative _thing _that made a sizeable impression in my pants, and arranged the chores I needed to do in my mind.