Timothy rubbed it more and more, feeling the pressure in his monster balls build up. He loved the sensation of seeing his balls move as they whenced in enjoyment. His two foot cock rose up to his chin and he considered sucking himself off. Sitting there, in the tub, totally emerged in sexual satisfaction, his sweaty hands moved up and down the mammoth shaft in occward exagerated strokes. His brow was covered in sweat and his lips were wet. Bigger, he mumbled.
As soon as the words escaped his lips he realized he shouldn't have said it. His cock suddenly began to grow again, up to his nose and fat as the center of a tire. He looked at it in fear. He rubbed it more and giggled though, thinking he woudl be fine. More and more penis just seemed to be appeaing out of thin air. It's past his nose, part his whole head even, it's ginat purple mushroom top loomed above him. It was a full 4 feet long and fat, too fat to describe. Timothty massaged the best with love and hope that he would never cum, just keep growing and growing. He said the word again, Bigger, Bigger, and then....