12 DAYS OF GROWTHMAS – December 9th

On the ninth day, Max woke up with a smile on his face. This time he immediately knew what had changed overnight—he could feel its weight on his chest—and even on his face!

“Holy hell, look at this monster!” he whispered to himself, wrapping both his huge hands around it. To his delight, the juggernaut between his legs had grown bigger still. It was way past 13 inches now: the tip of his magnificent length now reached all the way up to his chin. One stroke, and his lips were bathed in precum.

“Now this is a real man’s cock! Look at the size of it—it’s a fucking tree trunk between my legs! ”

The two gnomes, watching from on top of the curtains, were impressed. Now over 18 inches long and thicker than a two-liter bottle of soda, Max’s gigantic hard dick was like a warm, heavy animal sitting on his chest.

The first steps out of bed were a challenge. Max almost tripped and fell over adjusting to his new forward center of gravity. His cock was big enough that you could actually hear it swinging through the air as he left the bed. He was speechless when he arrived in front of his bathroom mirror.

He had been blessed with the body of a god. He was actually salivating looking at himself, drooling a little onto his big muscle tits. It took both hands to lift his cock up and hoist it over the edge of the sink. His softball-sized cock head flared bigger as he touched it.

He flexed every muscle in his body for the mirror, laughing wildly.

“This is so good! I can’t wait for the day after tomorrow! How much bigger will I be then?! This is so hot!”

Max flexed his cock and it rose up all on its own, the head rising to his face without him having to touch it. He suckled on his cock for a while, wedging it tightly between his enormous pecs. A little twist on his nipples and pre-come flooded his mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand found his ball sack with its egg-sized nuts and squeezed it in anticipation.

“I hope you’ll be bigger too, soon! A lot bigger!”

The gnomes exchanged a devilish look. They knew where the growth was headed next.

Max was using most of his body to jerk himself off now. He bit his lower lip as his penis stretched bigger still.

“I wanna drown this place in cum so bad!”

Max couldn’t look away. His own reflection was the hottest thing he had ever seen. To come even faster, he imagined his balls swelling even bigger and hanging even lower. He fantasized about carrying around two basketball-sized orbs, each churning with gallons of cum.

He sealed his lips around the slit of his cockhead and came directly into his own hungry mouth.

When it was over he leaned over the sink, reeling. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he recovered from the epic orgasm. His cock had shrunk down to its soft state, but the head was still dangling heavily between his calves.

“Focusing on work will be kinda tricky today. And maybe always.”

But Max had never been happier in his life. The anticipation of possibly getting even bigger seemed to radiate off his body, filling the whole room with a magic glow. He strutted over to the shower to wash the rest of the cum off his pec shelf.

Max went to the gym that evening, making sure to show off his assets to the locker room as obviously as he could. The gym pants he wore left nothing to the imagination; you could actually see the veins of his king cobra sneaking down his left leg and below his kneecap.

Every time he saw his reflection in the mirrors around the weight lifting area, his hard-on came dangerously close to the limits of what his workout clothes could hold. Not that he would have minded. Everyone was invited to witness his manliness in full glory. But mostly his mind was on his lifting buddy Jonas.

While he waited for him to show up, Max got pumped up with an intense workout focusing only on his chest. Of course he didn’t feel like his swollen mega-pecs were big enough yet, even though his gym shirt was close to ripping down the center where his titanic jugs were forcing the seams apart.

“Hey, Max, how are…oh, my God. Are you for real?”

Jonas had arrived. He put his protein shake down on the bench press next to Max and pointed at his insane bulge.

“Dude, that...is not necessary. You don’t have to be ashamed of your cock! I’ve seen it, remember. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s even more beautiful now,” Max said, pulling down the waistband of his thighs a little. It became obvious that Max hadn’t stuffed his gymwear with a bunch of socks. The cock fighting for space between his built quads was real, and thick, and possibly now the longest cock on earth...by a lot.

“That’s not possible. I’ve seen you naked multiple times!”

Max closed the gap between them until he could smell the sweat on Jonas’s skin, until they were almost close enough to kiss.

“You better believe it is possible. I’ve grown a lot the last few days.”

To prove his point, he inhaled deeply and flexed his chest. His pecs swelled, audibly ripping his shirt and revealing a strip of bare skin. Max leaned forward, pressing his enlarged chest onto Jonas’s.

“I have to fuck. Now.” Max whispered.

Jonas couldn’t even look him into the eyes. He was mesmerized by Max’s magnificent chest, and his hand was already reaching for his swelling bulge.

Two minutes later they arrived at Jonas’s Dodge and piled into the back of the car.

“Fuck, Max, you’re more hung than a horse! How?”

“No fucking clue, but I know I want to get even bigger!”

“You want what?!”

Max had his cock out of his gym pants and was on top of his friend before they’d even closed the doors behind them. He tore the shorts off Jonas’s body and started pressing his monstrous hard-on against his tight hole.

“All day, all I’ve been able to think about is fucking someone with this big cock. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Jonas' cheeks were already slick with precum.

“Dude, you’re too big! It’ll never fit. You could split me in half!”

But with a little help from the gnomes’ magic, it suddenly did start to fit. Max’s cock slipped into Jonas like butter as Jonas clung for dear life to his friend’s shoulders. Soon, his belly was bulging outward from the cock rearranging his insides.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I’m not tight, you are a fucking giant, oh, my God!”

One hand on the window, one on the ceiling, Jonas was sliding even further down onto Max’s cock.

“I’m gonna explode,” they moaned in unison.

Before he shot (for the sixth time that day), Max pulled his 18 inches all the way out and pointed his cannon at Jonas’s face. 12 shots later, Jonas’s face was white and dripping, and the car’s entire interior was sticky.

The gnomes, sitting on the windshield, high-fived.

To Jonas, when Max had withdrawn his cock, it felt like his soul had left his body and was now taking several minutes to sink back into place.

“You rode that thing like a champion,” Max said. “Can I call you? Lately, I’ve been needing release a little more often.”

Unable to speak, Jonas just nodded.

December Eleventh