As Chelsea attempted to pull herself together, she heard Noah giggling. Normally, this would relax her, but under the circumstances, she needed to investigate. She turned on her heel and strode over to him. She let out an audible, "Oh no."
Noah was getting hard. A random erection with no reason or warning was forming. Something perfectly normal for his age, but with the equipment he now possessed...
Chelsea had found herself, usually, fairly well-prepared for motherhood. She could keep calm in most situations, and generally knew what was best for her son. But in that moment, as the thick, heavy appendage began to inflate larger and larger, she could only watch. She felt helpless.
To her absolute horror, it snaked out, its length rapidly increasing, and its girth not far behind. With each heartbeat, is took up an increasingly large amount of space. She had just found out her son was a grower.
After a full minute of this, it seemed to finally slow, reaching its maximum size. Chelsea approached it, watching it throb, a small amount of precum pearling on the tip. She couldn't even begin to guess how much it had grown. She fumbled to pick up the small broken ruler again. She held it against the turgid dick, marked the ending place with her finger, and moved it up, trying her best to estimate what she was looking at.
It wasn't exact, but according to the ruler, her infant son had ten fat inches of throbbing baby cock. Without thinking, she grabbed it. It felt red hot to the touch, and her fingers just barely were able to get around it. In that moment, she remembered the little box she kept tucked under the bed. The special box she used on rare occasions, that Ted didn't know about. The box containing a large, thick, jet black dildo, just over 8 inches in length. It was a guaranteed orgasm whenever she used it, and she'd nicknamed it "Bunker Buster." It touched places deep inside her that she'd never experienced from a man. Her husband was fine, and knew her body well, but she just wanted to feel stuffed, Bunker Buster got the job done.
Her inner thoughts resurfaced again, pushing her harder. "This makes Bunker Buster look like a kids toy." Her breathing got ragged as she held the absurdly large cock jutting from her baby's loins.
Her thinking was getting fuzzy.