You simply stare at your phone, not really seeing it. You're focused on the continuing rigidity climbing up your newly enhanced shaft, feeling it push your briefs around as you grow stiffer than you've ever had before. Your growing lust is fueled by the realization of the thing you're looking at-- your phone-- has just given you everything. Like a twisted sense of clarity, you know you're just a lust driven man, hiding that fact from the world and yourself. Now, however, the gates of either heaven or hell have opened up to you in this moment. You give a single, silent chuckle at how such a mundane moment has forever altered your life. Then you practically dive for the phone because you have a reality changing app and you want to literally fuck shit up.
You pivot onto your back, narrowly avoiding stabbing your now fully erect monster into the mattress and swiping the phone before landing on the bed, screen above you. You waste no time, and start building your second truth. The screen had returned automatically to the text entry field at some point, so you simply tap it like before, your keyboard sliding up.
"I cum gallons every time I orgasm." You hit enter and wait impatiently while the borders of the text entry field pulses in a circular motion like before. It reminds you of your own pulsing as you focus on your some how still stiffening monster. Eventually, like before, the text box turns a slight pink shade before the app informs you that your statement is false. You barely wait for the "make it so" button to appear before tapping. You pull the phone to your chest as you feel the same intensity in your groin once again. But now, it's focused in two areas. The first of course is your balls. You don't look this time, but you can feel them expanding-- growing outward. You feel the linen of your briefs push against your inner thighs as your testicles mash against them. Tennis ball sized, if you had to guess.
At the same time, a second intensity is welling up inside your groin, in the core. It's warm and pleasurable, and feels like something is growing there as well. You can only assume its your prostate, altering to make it possible for you to rapidly produce liters of baby batter. You can't help but writhe in pleasure as the heat of it makes your now eighteen-inches erect monster throb as it forces its way down the left side opening of your underwear and then sweat pants. All at once, both feelings of intensity evaporate just like before. You swear that you could still feel something in the core of your groin, but you admit you're probably just imagining it after such an intense sensation.
You lift up the phone just in time to see the "I hope it helps you" phrase dissolve into the familiar text box. You stare blankly at it's soft paper-like facsimile of paper texture. Your attention wavers slightly with each throb from your shaft, fighting tightly against the constraints of your sweats. You let it throb needfully for a few more seconds before deciding that it's time to use what you've been given. You sit up and roll off the side of your bed and notice how your new oversized balls roll against the front of your thighs as you walk to your bathroom. As you reach the door, you're already pulling your pants down as you gingerly set the now precious commodity that is your phone on the bathroom sink before not extending the same care to your clothes as they're practically flung against the opposite wall. You shudder as your briefs brush across your erection as it falls free in all its glory.
It flops down between your legs, too heavy to overcome gravity. You tentatively grab it and hiss at the combination of its heft as well as its pleasure at being touched. You step into the shower and turn the knob while still holding yours until you get a somewhat warm stream from the faucet before activating the shower head. The brief burst of cold, left-over water quickly gives way to the tolerable heat as it soaks your body. You use the warm stream to lubricate your cock as you finally begin pleasuring the monster between your legs. You moan softly into the wall as the new-to-you feeling of your hand navigating eighteen inches overwhelms the synapses in your head. You still can't help but notice how at this size you can feel the throbbing of the muscles in your shaft ripple up your cock independent of your stroking. You begin thrusting into your own hands, forming a ring with them to give yourself something to penetrate.
The water slaps loudly against your fast moving hands as you hump against them, a deep heavy throbbing forming deep inside your groin, right at the spot of intensity earlier. You desperately urge it to grow as you push into your hands even faster, as it thrums faster and deeper with every slap. Your eyes feel heavy as the sensation soon fills your entire lower abdomen, slowly turning from a deep feeling to a familiar white hot intensity. Despite the intensity growing slowly, you suddenly feel like you've passed a threshold, like you're at the point of no return. Curious, you let go of your shaft and let it fall free again. It slaps pleasurably against your now roiling testicles and it makes you stumble. Sure enough, you feel the white hot pleasure continue to grow despite your lack of ministrations. You suppose it takes a lot of prep time to cum gallons. You suddenly look down at the drain of the shower. You hope it can handle what's about to happen as you re-grab your shaft, trying not to fall to your knees at the return of your self-given pleasure. The intensity is growing quickly now, in a way that's more familiar to you. You brace yourself and aim the head of your cock towards the drain.
You feel weak as the white hot intensity explodes over the entire lower half of your body as you feel a thick stream force its way through your inner groin and then your shaft. Your balls throb like shafts of their own as a stream of your spunk thicker than a drinking straw splatters noisily over the bottom basin of your shower, easily overpowering the pattering of water hitting your body. You try to keep the stream pointed at the drain before finally settling at just keeping the stream below the edge of the tub as the pleasure threatens to steal your consciousness from you. The sound of your emissions mixing with water and audibly pouring down the drain tickles your ears as the mere observation of it pooling around your feet from being such a large quantity elicits even more pleasure.
Somehow, eventually, the stream coming from your groin subsides, shrinking from a stream to a few more spurts before ending completely. Your shaft, complete in its duty, returns to its prior but still enhanced sixteen inches and dangles limply in your still gripping hand. You have your other hand against the wall as the pleasure is quickly replaced by exhaustion. Only the thought of landing in your own jizz keeps you from dropping to your knees. Instead, you shuffle out of the shower and sit on the lid of your toilet, panting. Your feet squelch with each step, but you don't care. You look over at the tub as you lean back and watch your handiwork slowly filter through the grate into wherever your water ends up, wondering what to do next.