"Whoa, I'm massive," you say as you sit up and examine your huge wang. You heft the weight in your hands, it
really is that big. You say again softly, "Whoa."
The doorbell rings. You struggle to shove your massive manhood into your jeans, as you head to the door. You
grin as you realize you are bigger than the guy across the hall, Bulging Bill. You are surprised to find
Bulging Bill on the other side of the door when you open it. Your eyes instinctively drop to his crotch, and
boy are you surprised. Bulging Bill is wearing his customary Speedo, but the pouch looks weird - there is no
bulge.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but something weird -uh," Bill pauses as he looks down at the outline of the python
in your jeans.
"Weird?" you ask. This situation is so hot. Bulging Bill shifts awkwardly covering his vacated crotch, and
you notice that he has a gorgeous bubble butt. Bubble Butt Bill does have a nice ring.
"It may be my imagination, or maybe I got some bad weed, but I uh, seem to have lost -uh, something?" he
agonizes with the words as he stares at your cock.
"Come on in. Sit on the bed, I'll get you a beer," you say going to the studio apartment's refrigerator next
to the front door.
He sits on the messed up mattress on the apartment floor. When you hand him the beer, you make sure your
crotch is nose level with his face.
He's a cheap drunk. Three beers later, you've got his legs over your shoulders as you plow his bubble butt.
You notice the ring is sliding up and down on your finger as you make love. You feel yourself changing. You
pass out.