Greg was fleeing blindly, out the doors, his three foot cock bobbing in front of him. He was worried it would drag on the floor, but it was so hard, it managed to stay up. It was hard to run with it though, his sense of balance not used to having such an unreal cock and matching balls.
Greg made it out the mall doors, hearing one or two gasps on the way, and even a muffled shriek. Fuck, people were noticing.
"Greg, over here!"
Greg whirled to look where the voice had come from. He saw Dr. Hill, or James, as he insisted on being called, over to one side, beckoning him.
"My car is right here!" James added.
That settled it. Greg trotted over to where James was pointing, and slid into the passenger seat of a nice BMW. His huge cock brushed against the underside of the glove box, sending spasms through him. His balls were so big, it was hard to sit on the seat, but he managed. He was adjusting himself as James got in the driver's seat and started the engine. Within moments, they were speeding away, out of the parking lot and down the road.
"Oh fuck, what's happening to me?" Greg moaned, a hint of pleasure and lust in his voice. The road was a bit bumpy, and with every jolt, his engorged megacock rubbed against the glove box, sending shivers up his spine.
James was silent, but a slight smile curled his lip. Greg was too distracted to notice it though.
After ten more minutes of erotic torture to Greg's throbbing cock, they arrived at James' house, parking in the garage. James led Greg in to the main house, and took him to his bedroom. "Lie down, Greg. Just rest a minute."
Greg gratefully lay down on the big bed, his huge cock looming in his vision. How the hell had it gotten so big? Just looking at it seemed to make it throb and swell with desire...
Greg let out a low breath, and grabbed his huge tool with his hands. Pleasure shot through him at his touch, and he started to rub the big shaft with his hands, feeling its contours, the meaty rod of iron, the thick veins that ran over it. Greg groaned, shifting his hips on the bed, writing in pleasure as he slowly jerked his three foot fuckrod.
James stood to the side and watched, his smile now wider and obvious. Greg, the beautiful stud, was lying on James' bed, working that big prong over, not minding or caring that James was standing there and observing. Oh yes. James' plan was unfolding nicely. Greg would be his. Body and mind.