Everyday, the young, monstrously hung kid went through his mundane routine. He'd wake up on his side, groan as he felt his rock hard morning wood pulsing against his cum-crusted sheets, wet with numerous nocturnal emissions throughout the night. Unable to move, he'd be trapped by the sheer weight of his oversized cock, its 56" length and ungodly girth weighing almost as much as the rest of his gangly, malnourished body. He scooches up a bit, unable to move his hips more than an inch, his rapidly growing balls dragging against the sheets and adding to the tortuous weight that had left him not practically, but literally bed-ridden.
With nothing else to do other than 'pleasure' himself, he grasped at his turgid length, causing a wave of pre-seed to splash out against his headboard. With grim determination, he tugged and pulled. His cherubic lips curled into an 'O' as his orgasm grew near. The wracked tingling in his balls and cock spread out from his crotch, paralyzing him as he began to cum.
The ordeal was tortuous, while the hormones coursing through his body had jumpstarted his height growth, sending the young man to a staggering 6'3" at 14 years of age, his lack of activity had left his muscles soft, unused and neglected. And because of that lack of use, his pelvic muscles were also severely underdeveloped. He felt his dick jolt, but instead of a satisfying, powerful gush of seed, it took three or four spasms just for a lazy river of semen to drool out of the blood-choked cockhead. He whimpered as he rubbed at the length desperately, trying to get all of it out of him. It dragged on for minutes, a slow-forming puddle grew underneath the bed as the cum seeped between his mattress and the headboard.
Finally sated, his cock temporarily began to deflate. Knowing he had precious moments, the kid managed to roll from his side to sitting upright, his cock growing light enough without all that blood in it. He managed to get a few pillows behind his back so that he could remain up, just before his megalith of a dick began inflating back to full erection. "Oh, thank god," he moaned as he began to rub at it. More than once, he'd accidentally pushed the pillows off the bed and was forced to lay on his side all day, his parents coming home from work to see their overendowed son a crying mess.
With a low sigh, he brought the member up and let the giant length lay across his shoulder as he turned the television on to 'start' his day. He would then look to his side and see breakfast and lunch already packed in containers off to his side. He often complained at the meals his parents would prep him, but with a cock this big, he couldn't get up, so he had little choice. He opened up a plastic container with a scant 'suggested' serving of cereal and poured the lukewarm milk into it, slurping up the contents without even using a spoon. Why bother with manners when life was as meaningless as his?
But today wasn't to be any ordinary day where he sat there, contemplating the life that was stolen from him, wondering if his cock and balls would eventually kill him with their immense size. No, today was going to be different.
He flicked through the channels until he finally came up to cable sports. He remembered he had once been quite athletic, even attending swim meets when he was in grade school. But that life was over. Now the only stroke he knew was the one on his oversized boy-tool! But today, instead of football, baseball or some Olympic qualifier event, it was a bodybuilding competition. The kid snickered as he watched their bloated, roid-stuffed bodies waddle up on stage, their bodies overcompensating for the tiny bumps in their posing trunks. All until one monster came up.
The kid's eyes went wide. It was him. It was Tiny. The name 'Jake' something-or-other flashed on screen for a moment. When the title card faded, the TV screen was assaulted with the hugest bulge to ever grace the stage. That had to be well over a foot of soft meat stuffed into a pair of neon posers. And attached to a body that put all the others up there to shame, there was a surprisingly familiar face. The kid could tell that puberty had been kind to Jake, masculinizing him to staggering heights, but there was no mistaking that it was him.
"That fucker!" the kid roared, slamming his fist into his bed. The impact was enough to almost destabilize his position, his engorged cockhead almost tipping over too far to the side which would have sent him dangerously toppling over. That asshole must've grown his dick after their little encounter all those years ago!
A fire grew in his belly and he quickly reached out the the side to grab at his tablet that was lying on his side table. He looked up Jake on his search engine. The guy had it all, a full scholarship to a prestigious college, multiple modelling opportunities for fitness magazines, sponsorship deals lined up the wazoo. It wasn't fair!
It wasn't long before he found some risque stuff. His eyes lit up as he found a leaked private video of Jake. Apparently, swathes of people, mostly gay men, paid the freakishly muscular and even more freakishly hung bodybuilder good money to see him jack it. If the beast looked cocky on stage, he was even more so on his stream.
Big Jake brought his arms up, licking at his own bicep, rubbing his stubbled chin against their rock-hewn masses. "370 pounds, all natty and still growing," the hulk growled. There were several comments that doubted that claim. But then he'd squeeze his gargantuan balls and snarl, "I make more testosterone in one of my balls than all you puss-boys combined!" With that, the video concluded with Jake stroking at his 18" hard meat and spewing cum in huge gobs all over his home gym.
The kid's eyes lit up. Is that what balls did? He was young, 'homeschooled' and naïve. But when he looked it up he learned what it could do.
"So if Jake's balls could make him that big? Then what could mine do to me?" he pondered as he idly stroked at his length, seizing up again as he length sputtered out another slow drool of seed. He came, the pleasant feeling washing over his body. As it began to ebb after minutes of orgasm, rather than the empty void, he felt something. A purpose.
He'd get his revenge on Jake.