Isidore’s in a bind. He’s got the cock of his dreams, but how does he get home now…?

Someone suggested that I write a second chapter for this, so here you go. Didn’t think it would be that popular. Find the previous chapter here.

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To say that Isidore was in quite a tight spot would be underselling the stress he was under.

It was all supposed to be a simple excursion by himself to buy some more custom underwear, but then Katie had to insist upon tagging along, making him (and likely several other customers) quite uncomfortable. She even went as far as buying the gaudiest pair of briefs she could find for him then left without a hint of explanation. After a poor decision, he found himself trying the extremely tight pair on.

Given what happened next, someone with a sense of humor could say he got out of his first tight spot, but then went straight into another.

His dick and balls had grown- grown in front of his eyes- large enough to force him to fish his dick out, then large enough for his balls to simply burst out of his underwear by themselves. Finally, in their most recent development, start spitting out precum with frightening ability.

And now, here he was, standing near a slowly-spreading pool of pre, wearing only a t-shirt, sporting the largest bait and tackle the world had ever seen, and hornier than he had ever been in his life. Loathe as he was to admit, his only potential help was just outside the door. And it was only a matter of time before she would get kicked out for real.

Isidore swallowed his pride. Only one thing he could think to do. He unlatched the door, pulled it open just large enough, then quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the changing room, re-latching the door after she was through.

She braced herself against the wall and caught her balance quickly. “Look, Izzie,” she sighed as she kept her voice low, “I get that you might want a quickie, but I’m not an exhibitionist and they really are going to get on my a–” the words died in her mouth as she turned around and took in his form and recent changes. Her shoe squelched into something, drawing her attention to the large puddle of pre on the floor. She searched for something to say next as her gaze drifted back to Isidore’s dick. “Well.”

“Katie,” Isidore dreaded every word he was about to say, “I need your help here.”

“Uh.”

He gestured to his overgrown package. “This just happened in the past minute or so. I– I don’t know what to–”

“Uh huh.”

“I-I can’t just go out there! I can’t even put my clothes back on! Nothing is going to fit!”

“Huh.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Katie! Focus!”

“Buh—” She slowly seemed to return to her senses. “On what?”

“Getting me out of here!”

“Well, bad news, Izzie.” She pointed at his cock. “That’s not fitting in anything reasonable.”

“Oh, thanks for the update! I was just starting to wonder!”

“Well, what the hell are you trying to get me to say? You’ve made quite the mess already, and I doubt I could soften you up the fun way quietly enough. Maybe we could…”

“Could what?”

She spun around, looking for something, then moved over to grab the underwear from his pile of clothing. “Put this around your cock head, cover as much of the slit as you can. We’ll have you try to keep that thing pointing straight up under your shirt and have you hold something against your chest to cover it up. But I didn’t bring my purse and we don’t have a shopping bag… Maybe the store will allow me one more bulk purchase?” She stepped forward to mop up the pre on his cock, but a sudden stream of precum caught both of them off guard. She paused and waited for it to subside.

Isidore caught his breath “You’re being surprisingly thorough in this plan.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “I’ve thought this kind of thing through before. Never believed I’d need to put it into practice.”

“‘Thought’ or ‘fantasized’?”

Katie smirked. “You know the two are one and the same for me.” As the latest surge died down, she quickly wiped up what she could, handing the now-rag off to Isidore before grabbing the few pairs of underwear he had tried on. “Throw on what you can,” she maneuvered herself out the door, opening it as little as possible, “don’t come out until I pass you the bag.”

Isidore looked down at his cock in doubt. “Easier said than done,” he mumbled to himself. With a sigh, he grabbed his jeans and slipped them on, hesitating as they reached his waist. His over-sized nuts were definitely going to cause an issue, considering just one of them was barely smaller than his whole package before this whole ordeal. He started trying to stuff them in before realizing there was just no space between his thighs and his pants anymore. After a few attempts at arranging everything and two more in getting the zipper closed, his pants were finally on. Not comfortable, but on.

Now came the more interesting part. With his cockhead finally deciding that it was actually done belching out pre for now, he finished wiping it off and, with difficulty, wrangled it under the hem and up his shirt. As he pulled his hands back and took a good look, it slowly dawned on him just how obvious it all was- not just below the belt, but above it as well. That bag was going to need to do one hell of a job to hide the overstuffed crotch, but unless it was deep as well, everyone was going to see the outline of his dick against his shirt.

Two knocks on the stall door. Isidore turned to open it, briefly reminded that all this new meat on his body had an undeniable heft to it. Katie stepped up, handing the bag over to him before quickly cutting the handles with one of her keys.

“One underneath, one on the handles,” she whispered. “Can’t carry a bag normally with broken handles.”

“Why are you explaining this to me?”

Katie paused as the bag left her hands. “I…”

“Look, you don’t need to prove to me that you’ve thought this all through,” Isidore maneuvered his last chance at modesty into the proper position. “You’ve done a good enough job of that already. Unless you’re trying to make yourself look smart.”

“I mean…”

“You shouldn’t worry, that ship has long since sailed.” Isidore pulled the bag as close to his body as he could, and stepped out of the changing room.

She huffed. “See if I ever save you from a situation where your cock swells like this again.”

“I’m sorry, Katie,” he rolled his eyes, his tone less than sincere, “you’re an invaluable friend, and I would have never gotten out of here were it not for you.”

“I was hoping for you to say something else,” she mumbled under her breath, “but this works, too.”

Isidore left the nook with all the changing rooms and started to feel a cold sweat as he crossed the far side of the store to the exit. He felt the cold stare of every person on him, his reassurances that they all couldn’t possibly be looking at him failing to calm his nerves. With so little keeping everything in line, every step sent the whole package in motion- his cock moving across his abs, his balls bouncing between his thighs. It was all quite stimulating, honestly. If this plan needed him erect all the way back to his apartment, he figured that was one less thing he wouldn’t need to worry about.

The automatic doors slid open, and a thousand times more tense internally than when he entered, Isidore left the store.

‘Well, step one done,’ Isidore thought as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, ‘Now to make it back without causing a public incident.’

“You’re doing well, Izzie,” he felt a slap against his ass as Katie walked up beside him. “Just stay inconspicuous. I can be a bit of a tease, if that’ll help.”

“How?”

“Well, either by keeping everyone’s eyes off of you and your fantastic bulge, or keeping you erect enough to keep your dick from falling down and out of your shirt.” She gave a sultry chuckle. “But I suppose both would be fine, right?”

“I’ll keep the offer in mind, but I think I’ve got it covered from here.”

“Suit yourself. Let me know when you change your mind.”

“Will do.” The light changed and they began to cross. Just two more blocks until they reached his apartment building. As he crossed, he felt like he was assaulted with all the unusual sensations all over again. All of this new mass had inertia that he wasn’t used to, and though he was corralling his cock against his chest, he didn’t expect his balls to keep moving as much as they were. Weren’t his pants supposed to be keeping them reigned in?

He felt a familiar shift of the fabric around his groin and almost froze in his tracks. That wasn’t happening again, was it? He focused on what he was feeling- it wasn’t the incessant pulse like back in the changing room; it felt a lot more localized. Was it focused on his testes? Were they growing again?

Isidore grit his teeth and Katie must have noticed. “You alright? You haven’t popped a seam, have you?”

“No, I– I don’t think so.” He shifted the bag. “But something’s not sitting right. Different than how it was from the store.”

“Keep an eye on it, then. Can’t easily check on anything until we get somewhere reasonable.”

They continued in silence, letting the sounds of the bustling city wash over them. He tried to zone out, to let the seconds drift by to find himself at the entrance to his apartment complex. Every time he did, however, he kept finding his attention drawn back into the moment- to how he felt his cock rub against both his shirt and abs, how it occasionally twitched and flexed, how his testes always seemed to be shifting in a different way, how the pressure at the base of his cock was slowly building.

It was… getting to him. All the stimulation was burning in his mind, begging him to pay all that more attention to it. The tension, the pressure… a quiet part of his mind questioned just how bad it would get to enjoy the sensations here and now. He could be discreet. People barely spared them a glance; they shouldn’t notice anything he did that was… a bit odd.

“Izzie.” Katie’s voice yanked him back to reality.

“Huh?”

She pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “Isn’t this your building?”

Isidore blinked. “–Yeah! Yeah. Just a sec…” He removed his hand away from the bag’s handles to fish a key from out of his pocket. As he dug the key out, he couldn’t help but notice all the heat his crotch gave off- enough to have noticeably warmed the key. Is this the virile beast that he’s turned into? He had to fight the urge to feel himself up, to trace his hands along his bulk and girth, to–

Responding to his fantasies, his cock throbbed under his shirt, lurching forward and knocking the bag off-balance from his other arm. Both Katie and Isidore lunged forward, catching the bag between themselves. Sure that it was steadied, they looked at each other.

“Was that…?” Katie glanced down.

“Yes, it was. Come on,” Isidore palmed the key off to her, “let’s keep it moving. I don’t want any more surprises in public.”

She turned and unlocked the door to the building, ushering him inside. Isidore hurried across the thankfully empty lobby and ignored the glance from the man at the front desk, jabbing the button for the elevator. He only let out a sigh of relief when the doors had closed behind Katie and himself.

“Not bad,” she said while leaning back as the elevator lurched upwards, “you were kinda suspicious, but at least you weren’t screaming–” Something caught her eye beneath the bag and she stopped herself. “…Izzie? Can you pull that bag away for a second?” For a second, part of him believed she wanted to get another glance. He let the bag drop and immediately understood her concern.

That was not the same bulge he had tried to pack away at the store. It was, being attached to him and all, but what sat beneath him had obviously changed since then. His cock didn’t reach any longer or seem any thicker, but that mass beneath the belt had ballooned significantly- that pants-straining ballsack looked like it was going to rip them to shreds if he sat down wrong. “Could you see that…?”

She brought a hand to her mouth. “Yeah.” It was hard to miss the hints of arousal on her voice, and Isidore wasn’t sure he was hiding his so well either. “Plain as day, actually. I don’t think you got away completely scot-free.”

The elevator chimed, and he hurriedly pulled his cover back into place. Katie checked the hallway and turned back to him. “We’re almost clear. There’s this lady sitting outside out there in front of a door, she live here? Did she get locked out?”

Isidore risked a glance. Sure enough, sitting against the door next to his was his neighbor Tasha. An absolute bombshell of a woman with head-sized tits and a head-turning ass, wearing enough to avoid public indecency, but not too much more. Every curve of hers flowed wonderfully into the next, spilling over wherever it met cloth.

His pants slowly began to feel tighter and he threw himself back against the wall. “Yes, distract her, hurry.” Katie nodded and set out, pulling her hair out of the way as she approached Tasha. Isidore followed close behind, keeping the bag pulled tight against his body.

“Hey,” Katie said. “Locked out, huh?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Tasha said. With Katie offering some cover, he began to desperately fumble around for his other set of keys. “Something’s fucked up with it. Coulda sworn I left it unlocked, but oh well.”

“Waiting for the landlord or a locksmith?”

“Was, but now that Isidore’s here, he can pick it open.” He pulled the keys out of his pocket and nearly dropped them.

“He can?” She almost spun around to look at him, but quickly looked back. “Isn’t that, uh…”

“I’ve got a door chain. I’m fine.” He finally unlocked the door and opened it, now just– “Think you can help a girl out again, Isidore?”

Isidore stammered out an excuse. “Uh, I’d need to check. I… might have misplaced it since last time. You know how cleaning goes–”

He’d only managed to take a step inside before disaster struck. The front of his jeans exploded as everything failed at once: the metal button flew away and clattered against the floor a few feet away, the zipper burst, catapulting the slider along with a few teeth, seams and fabric shredded apart before his eyes.

“The fuck was that?” He heard Tasha stand up out in the hallway and scrambled behind the door, a task that was notably harder than usual, considering the good twenty pounds strapped to his crotch was now heaving around unsupported. He abandoned the bag as he got behind his new cover.

“Nothing to worry about! Uh, it’s fine, Katie said she’d come around and help me fix it.”

“–Yeah! Gotta…” Katie stepped into view from the doorway, “gotta give it a good once-over first, though. Nice talking to ya, hope you get the door thing fixed!” She stepped through and Isodore shut the door after her.

He looked at her. “You think she saw anything?”

“No shit, she saw everything. Should’ve seen her eyes bug out at you.”

“Didn’t sound like she was–” Katie grabbed him and pulled him further into his apartment, ending at his bedroom, “–ow, like she saw anything.”

“To you, maybe. We both know where half of your blood is.”

“Katie, look,” he brought his hands up defensively, “I’m sorry. I don’t know if you think I threw you under the bus or what, but I couldn’t come up with anything better in the moment.”

“Yeah. Showed you couldn’t think quickly back at the store.” She closed her eyes as she sighed. “You know what? We don’t need to go back and forth over this. You need something, and I need something from you. Let’s just get it out of the way and call things square, right?”

“Huh?”

“I’m talking,” a hand of hers shot out and grabbed one of his balls, sinking into its heft, “about this. Hold still*.*” She knelt down in front of him.

“K-Katie?”

“Just a sec.” She brought her other hand forward and began inspecting his nuts. “Never felt anything like this before.”

Isidore gasped. He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she was doing something right. She palmed his balls, hefting them and feeling their weight. She pushed them around, feeling how his cum tanks churned as his jizz sloshed around. She let it settle for a second only to mash her face in between them and get a whiff. Fuck, they were almost as big as her head–!

She mashed her hands deep into his balls to press them tighter against her face when something slammed into the back of Isidore’s mind- the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had.

His head snapped back as his nuts seized. He felt a wave of backed-up cum shoot down his dick and splatter all over the inside of his shirt and splash onto his chin, shoving his old pair of underwear clear out of the way. The second shot came soon after, bulging out his urethra and forcing itself through the material of his shirt as it landed. He braced himself as he felt the third shot ready inside him, his seed audibly flowing up out of his balls, then messily fire and dribble down his shirt and body.

He steeled himself for the orgasm to continue, but… nothing happened. His cum-bloated balls loosened up and dropped back down as his mind slowly cleared.

“Katie,” he forced out through the arousal, “what–? What happened?”

Katie had moved back sometime during his mind-blending orgasm and now sat at a safe distance, marveling at the sight in front of her, at the slowly growing mess that dripped from beneath Isidore’s shirt onto his still-voluminous balls. “If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say you came.”

“Katie–”

“–But I can tell that you’re not done. And good news,” she stood and started making her way to the bed while pulling her shirt off, “neither am I.”

The gears turned in his mind, and he suddenly hurried to strip himself bare, tossing his sodden shirt aside to a wet slap and slipping off his destroyed jeans. Making his way over to the bed was surprisingly tricky, given the new, unwieldy weight sitting between and in front of his thighs. Every step made them slosh and bounce around in a not unappreciated way, but did slow him all the same. By the time he got to the bedside where Katie was sitting, she had gotten down to her panties and a recently unhooked bra.

“Couldn’t you have left the fun part to me?” He leaned down to kiss her and explore her body, letting his hand drift back to do the honors of making Katie topless.

“Maybe,” she pulled back, “but you’ve already had plenty of chances to have your fun. How about you sit back, relax,” she guided him back onto the bed, ending up on top of him, “and let me finally have a bit of fun. Don’t worry,” she winked, “I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself as well.”

Isidore smiled as he lay back. “Well, I’m not going to complain.” His cock, a bit over a foot long after his growth, pointed up at an angle and ached after being so hard for so long, slick with precum and jizz. Katie slid forward on his legs, her thighs bumping into and corralling his balls. She squeezed his seven-inch spheres the slightest amount and chuckled as she saw the spurt of pre escape the end of his dick.

She leaned forward and brought her hands around his girth just below the head, savoring how her fingers sank into his bulk as she encircled him. She slowly brought her hands down his length, spreading his lubrication down his cock. Isidore grunted and moaned, eagerly beginning to emit a stream of pre as he rolled his head back and closed his eyes.

Katie began jerking him off with both hands after reaching the base of his dick, slowly working her way back up and sending him into the depths of esctacy. As much as he tried to still himself, he began bucking his hips against her, his body desperate to milk out every last ounce of pleasure. Just as he felt himself nearing the edge, the grip around his cock fell away.

“–?! Katie?” He jerked his head up and looked past his straining cock.

“Give me a sec’,” she brought one hand down her panties and wrapped her other arm around his dick, pressing it into her modest bust. “I was getting close, too. Just warn me before you fire, ‘aight?”

Isidore gave as much of an affirmative grunt as he could, then let his head loll back as he succumbed to her ministrations. It wasn’t long before his breath began hitching and he began seizing up.

“Ka–!”

Isidore came harder than the last time, if that were possible. A heavy rope of cum splattered onto Katie’s chin and face, making her stagger back. His orgasm continued as she fell away, lunching thick, white streams and droplets into the air and back down on his crotch and all over her. Isidore gripped onto his quickly soddening sheets as he counted the shots.

Six, seven, eight. Katie scrambled backwards off his legs. “Izzie! I said–! Holy shit.” Eleven, twelve. He could feel his impossible reservoir begin to empty. Thirteen… Fourteen. He slumped back, breathing heavily as he felt his body wearily launch the last rope out of the end of his dick.

The bedding around him was hopelessly soiled, he himself was covered by what felt like a thick centimeter of cum all around his groin, saturating his skin and allowing his balls to baste in their juices. He slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, ungluing himself from the sheets and looking at Katie, a mess of a woman, in the eyes.

“So, does this… make us official?”

Katie laughed as she fruitlessly tried wiping the cum off of herself. “Take me on a date first, Izzie. Then we’ll talk.”