The janitor shouted, "Hey, I'm not paid to clean up this mess. We've gotten used to seeing
your huge cock and how it's always erect or you playing with it but there are some limits.
Now clean this up yourself."
Mike grudgingly took the cloth. It was very difficult to clean his mess with his junk in the
way.
As he worked, the janitor worked nearby. Mike finally got up the courage to ask, "Do you
know how I got like this."
The janitor said, "Beats me. My memory is a bit fuzzy about it. It seems like I recall some
time in the past when you were normal but then it seems like you've had that giant for as
long as I've known you."
Mike asked, "And no one raises a fuss?"
The janitor said, "Nope. It seems perfectly right and normal. You're supposed to have that
giant and be naked. and everyone is supposed to harass you about it and make your life
difficult."
Mike asked, "What?"
The janitor came over and grabbed Mike's cock pulling it out a bit. Then he sat on it and it
was large enough to hold his weight. "Are you feeling okay son? You're not acting normal
today."
Mike asked, "What did you say about harassing me?"
The janitor said, "Well isn't it obvious. It's been this way for as long as I can remember.
We're supposed to let you live your life, going to classes and parties and doing all the
normal things and while you are doing whatever, we're supposed to tease you, make life
difficult for you, play pranks on you, and royally mess with your giant balls and anything of
yours nearby."
Mike asked, "Why"
The janitor said, "I have no idea. It's just normal. Somehow it feels wrong to let you go
without trouble. It looks like your finished washing the wall but I don't feel like teasing you.
Please slam the door on your balls on the way out."
Mike said, "No, I'm not going to do that."
The janitor said, "Fine but you must not be feeling well. Your refusal to slam your balls in
the door is so abnormal for you but if I have to do things myself . . ." The janitor took the
mop handle and jabbed it right up Mike's cock. He did it so swiftly that it was quite deep in
before Mike could resist. The janitor pulled it back out again and Mike, in pain, left the
class room.
He was still puzzled by what he learned from the janitor as he headed to . . .