12 DAYS OF GROWTHMAS – December 17th

Max’s life was a little different now.

Wherever he went, he immediately became the star attraction. On the street, he heard people whispering when they saw him coming, pointing at him when they noticed him in restaurants, assembling in groups to take photos of him and talk about him after he’d left. The guys in the gym would follow him from room to room now, dogging every one of his booming footsteps. Max never stopped getting a kick out of it.

The effect was so pronounced that he eventually realized that there had to be some kind of pheromone his massive body was releasing. Everyone was so single-mindedly focused on his mass, inexorably drawn to his enormous presence—and they all had only one thing on their mind: sex.

One night, eating at a restaurant near his house, he found the waiter pressing a raging hard-on against his forearm.

“Everything to your satisfaction?” he whispered into Max’s ear. You’ll have to let me know if there’s any other service I can provide.”

“I will,” Max answered.

After he ate enough for three, driving his big muscle gut even harder into the table, he waddled back to the restaurant’s kitchen, where he found the waiter.

“Do you have room for dessert?”

“I was actually going to ask you the same question,” said Max. He reached down to undo his belt. “Just be careful. I haven’t cum in four hours and I’m ready to explode.”

“Holy fuck, what kind of fucking horse cock is that? How did you get so huge?!”

By now Max was perfectly used to this reaction when people saw his 18-incher for the very first time. He knew it was an impressive sight. Together with his watermelon-sized pecs and his even larger balls, he was slowly becoming the eighth wonder of the world.

What he wasn’t used to yet was the amount of cum he’d been producing since he woke up today. This seemed to be his newest gift: his balls had gone into overdrive overnight. He had woken up in a pool of cum that morning, and yet somehow his schlong was still rock-hard and begging for release. He pulled his cock down between his melon pecs and into his mouth, just in time to almost drown in another load. It was too much for him to swallow. Even sixty seconds later, he was still blasting cum into his own face.

“Holy cow, he’s a machine,” one of the gnomes said after Max finally made it to the shower, leaving a sticky trail on the floor behind him. He’d had to pull the ruined sheets off the bed after cumming like a whale.

“He’s taking it better than that guy two years ago. Remember him? He couldn’t handle the cum.”

“Yeah. But his balls were even bigger than Max’s are.”

“That’s true. He gave us a lot to work with, didn’t he?”

“Max will be even better. Trust me!”

Max’s newly-hyperactive balls seemed to get fuller every hour that he didn’t jerk off. More and more veins would appear on his wide, heavy sack, drawing more and more blood down to his fat cock.

He had already been a heavy cummer before, he knew. Men he’d been with had always commented on how much he shot . But he was in another league now. Max couldn’t wait to find out how guys would react to this incredible quantity of raw, hot cum.

Even now, at the restaurant, his cock was already connected to the floor by a long, thick strand of pre-cum. More was accumulating on the floor between his boots.

“Are you…are you already wet? Fuck!” The waiter stammered.

“No, that’s just normal,” Max said with his deep voice, following the waiter’s gaze to the dark spot on his jeans. He jerked his soft cock once, immediately releasing a huge jet of precum. The waiter was immediately soaked.

“Now I’m wet,” Max said, a cocky grin on his face. Then he pushed the waiter down to his knees and dangled his cock in front of him. The waiter leaned forward and took it into his mouth. The gnomes had to help a little.

“Fuck, little guy. You’re taking it like a pro!”

Max’s breath was hot enough to raise the temperature of the kitchen. The waiter could only suck and moan. Max was in ecstasy. He raised his biceps and squeezed them hard, flexing for himself. God, was there anything hotter on the whole planet? He pulled on his own huge nipples as more and more of his cock disappeared down the waiter’s throat.

“Yes, take that cock! I’m gonna fatten you up with so much cum! Ngghh, fuck, here it comes!”

His balls had risen up in their massive sack, and with a cry from Max, they began to unload. Stream after stream blasted out the long shaft and into the body of the little man kneeling in front of him. The waiter groaned loudly, unable to pull away from Max’s tight grip—he was forced to take every drop. The little vest he was wearing grew tighter and tighter. A button in the middle popped, giving up the fight. Then another. Soon, a churning mass of belly had forced its way to freedom and was spreading across his thickening thighs.

Max was breathless.

“I’m filling you up so good, man. Look at you fucking grow!”

When the giant was finished, pulling his cock from the waiter’s mouth with a wet slurp, the little guy wasn’t so little anymore. He now sported a big, tight potbelly and was at least 75 pounds heavier than before.

“You blew me up! I’m so full of cum!” the waiter cried. He rubbed his new, pregnant-looking belly in wonder. Then turned his attention eagerly back to Max’s cock.

“Want to go again?” Max said, but almost before he’d finished the sentence, the waiter was back on the ground, sucking his cock back into his mouth.

Two hours later, he was back under the gym showers, this time with his cock buried deep inside his friend Jonas. He’d needed so badly to cum again. Luckily, his friend was more than ready to help him out.

While fucking, Max thought about the waiter at the restaurant that he’d left 145 pounds heavier than before. The little man had gotten so fat, so fast, he’d barely been able to hoist himself off the kitchen floor afterward. The mental image got Max ready to cum again almost immediately.

As his balls pulled in again, he wondered idly if he should have warned Jonas about his new ability.

December 19th.