Growth Curve

by envious admirer

Background noise. I guess that’s what Sam was to most people. He didn’t stand out massively from the crowd. Sure, he was top of the class in, well, almost everything, but he wasn’t nerdy enough for it to make him a target. He liked sports – football, cricket, the usual stuff, but wasn’t good enough at them to get into any teams. He wasn’t really funny, but not really boring. Not a hunk, but not ugly. He was just…. Sam. But as his 16th birthday approached, something did finally make him stand out, at least in his eyes.

One by one, he’d noticed his friends growing up, developing. One of them might have a bit of stubble, another would be noticeably taller than before. One way or another, they were all changing. But he wasn’t. Developmentally, he seemed to be crawling along. He hadn’t stopped growing, but he hadn’t reached a growth spurt. And all the other milestones of puberty seemed to be off in the distance. Like any other guy his age, he masturbated all the time, to orgasm, but he’d yet to ejaculate. He didn’t have any pubic hair, and as for his penis, well… If he had to keep his current size for the rest of his life, he could certainly cope, but he wouldn’t be jumping up and down about it. It was about 5.5 inches long, not especially thick, and uncut. Like so much else about him, distinctly average.

As he noticed more and more of his friends developing, he became a little down. His confidence was ebbing away ever so slightly. Of course, he knew that such variations occurred, that everyone developed at different times, and anyway he’d always been the sort to worry unnecessarily about things, so he tried to put it to the back of his mind, aware that his time would come. This was of course made difficult by the fact he’d always been the sort to worry unnecessarily about things…

He cheered up a little when one of those milestones finally arrived. He was masturbating one evening, and after he climaxed a small trickle of fluid seeped out of his cock. Had he just peed a little? It wasn’t white, like semen was supposed to be, and he did need a piss… But he needed to be sure. He nervously touched his finger to the liquid, and withdrew it again. It looked thick. It surely can’t have been pee. A quick taste test couldn’t do any harm, he thought. He’d heard, like everyone else, that semen was salty, so it seemed a reasonable test. He flicked his tongue over his finger, and yes! It was a little salty, but sweet as well. Definitely not pee. The next morning, he masturbated again, and this time there was a little spurt of the same liquid right at the moment of orgasm. Now he was sure. He was on his way.

Time went by, and finally Sam was shooting a good load every time he masturbated. Not long after, he noticed one solitary hair under his left arm. It was a good inch long, but on its own. No comrades. Was it a scout party, or merely an interloper? A rogue element? In the whole of human history, no-one had ever obsessed over a hair as much as Sam did over the next few days. Then finally, during one of his daily inspections, there was another one. Then rapidly, another and another. And pretty soon the same happened in his groin. At least now he was becoming somewhat more manly. His mind wandered to the subject of his own development less and less.

A few days before he turned 16, Sam was in his room masturbating. It had become a habit to do it straight after coming home from school. Just as he settled into his usual rhythm, he looked down as his hand reached the base of his penis. His brow furrowed. It looked different from how it had before. There seemed to be more exposed above his hand than there had been a few weeks, no, even a few days ago. As the thought crossed his mind, he leapt off his bed and across the room to his school bag. Books were flung onto the floor before Sam glimpsed the ruler, and grabbed it. Standing up straight, he gave his cock a few strokes to make sure it was as hard as possible, then lined up the ruler. As his eye moved outwards from the base of the shaft, it passed the 5.5” mark, and then saw that the tip of his cock now lay just beyond the 6.5” mark. Now this was much more like it. OK, he wasn’t Dirk Diggler, but every little helps, right? He knew he’d be keeping a much closer eye on developments down there. His scientifically-inclined mind knew that records would have to be kept. Perhaps he should make a graph…

After just a couple of weeks the graph was looking good to Sam. It was going upwards, and while Sam was just geeky enough to work out the equation of the line, that was the most important thing he took from it. He enjoyed looking at the graph now and then, and whenever he added measurements to it, but not nearly as much as he now enjoyed looking at his cock. Even soft he now felt pretty darn proud of it. It hung down over his tight balls beautifully, noticeably plumper than before, and over 4” long. As it hardened, the fat purple head now slid out of the foreskin, and his cock reached a good 7.5” in length. He loved how it looked, how the skin slid back and forth over that head, and how it twitched and throbbed as he fired a load out of it. He was finally happy with what he had, which was good because he knew that his growth was pretty much over.

Well, he thought he knew, anyway…

A lazy Saturday morning. Sam woke up with a morning wood. Like every other guy, he’d gotten used to these by now. His hand slowly wandered down to it, and he softly started to stroke, that lovely feeling of the foreskin sliding back and forth making him smile just a little. He needed to pee though, so much that it was uncomfortable. He sighed and slowly clambered out of bed, walking to his bathroom rubbing his eyes. He stopped in front of the mirror, and what he saw got his attention. Big time.

He’d stopped taking measurements a week or so ago. It no longer seemed important to him. He was big, and he liked it, so the obsession stopped. But now as he admired his reflection in the mirror, he felt a rush of excitement. It was definitely bigger. It can’t have grown overnight, surely? He must have just not noticed the growth until now. As he firmly gripped the base of the shaft and turned side-on to the mirror, he got another rush of excitement. It wasn’t just big, surely now he was verging on huge. Quick as a flash he ran and got his trusty ruler. As he held it along the top of his dick, he did a double take. It can’t be right, he thought.

But as he looked again, there was no doubting it. The thick, veiny shaft extended past the old measurement, and that beautiful fat head was now past the 9” mark. In fact, it was closer to the 10” mark than the 9” one. A smile of smug satisfaction spread across Sam’s face. He was a stud. He gripped his shaft tight and jerked it hard, and fast. It was only a few seconds until the thought of his massive new size made him cum. He rocked on his heels, his leg muscles tensing up, as he fired several thick wads of thick, white cum onto the carpet. Looking down, he admired his cock. A big drop of cum was just escaping the head, falling quickly onto the floor. As it softened, his cock angled down further and further, the head retracting into the foreskin. Eventually, it dangled down beautifully between his thighs, so fat. He measured it in this state, and the smug grin returned. It was now a 6” long softie. Only a few weeks ago, he’d been smaller than that hard, and thinner too. He knew he had to show it off.

The trouble was, his school wasn’t the sort where showing off happened. People didn’t shower afters sports, or wander round the changing room naked. Everyone was careful to hide everything, even the most confident and, by reputation with the ladies, biggest guys. So Sam couldn’t just wander into the changing rooms, drop his towel, and swing it around. He’d need to be more subtle than that. He still had two years of school left – more than enough time for word to spread around. He was willing to play the long game. And who knows, maybe he wasn’t even done growing yet…

Monday morning, and time for school again. After the weekend’s discoveries, Sam had never looked forward to school more. Of course, he still planned to keep it subtle, but the thought of anyone finding out about his size sent a shiver of excitement up and down his spine. He dressed in his school uniform as usual, this time checking himself out in the mirror. His 6” softie created a bit of a bulge in his black trousers, but not enough that it was glaringly obvious. Perfect, he thought. If anyone bothered to look, they’d be intrigued, which was much more fun than them knowing the truth straight away. He grabbed his bag and headed for the bus.

The morning dragged by slowly, all the while Sam’s head focused on his plan. When the bell rang after first period, it was time for stage one. He headed out of the classroom and down the wide old staircase. Under the staircase was one of the four basement bathrooms. He headed down the stairs, hoping that the five-minute window between periods would mean the bathroom was full of guys who needed to pee.

Turning the corner from the stairs, he was disappointed. He was the only one there. Already the plan had hit a stumbling block. Still, he needed to pee anyway. He strolled up to the urinals, which consisted of a large, old porcelain trough, with the base of the trough a shallow curve below floor level, extending up to about 5 feet in height, with no dividers. He unzipped and pulled out his big softie, and started peeing.

It was as he started peeing that he heard footsteps behind him, approaching the urinal. Whoever it was, they were fairly tall, so it was an older kid. As they stood a couple of feet away along the trough, Sam quickly darted his eyes to see who it was. It was James Michaels, a guy in his year. Not a friend, but an acquaintance, someone he’d played football with in games and lunch breaks, so at least he knew Sam’s name. While he’d been trying to work out who it was, Sam had nearly finished peeing. Now was the time for the not-so-subtle part of the plan.

As the flow stopped completely, Sam very deliberately shook his big, soft cock several times. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw James’s head turn towards him. Sam kept staring straight ahead as he now tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped up. Suddenly he thought, in for a penny in for a pound, so after tucking it back inside he grabbed his crotch and rearranged his junk, aware that James was still looking, albeit subtly. He now turned and walked out of the bathroom, and as he did, a grin slowly spread across his face. His first attempt at showing off had worked. Beautifully.

Sam kept up his urinal tactics for the next few weeks. Of course, not everyone looked. Some guys were staring straight ahead so intently he thought they were going to bore two holes straight through the wall. But about a quarter of the time, the guy would look. Sometimes it was a younger boy, one of the first years, about 11 or 12 years old, and Sam found that just a little creepy. But the majority of those who had a peek at his huge member were older boys, and often the most masculine ones – the big guys from the rugby team, the bullies. From looking at their faces, Sam could tell that his massive dick was putting them in their place, and he always left the bathroom with a huge, smug grin spread across his innocent little face.

Sam had also kept up with the measuring, and that too was giving him reason to be incredibly smug. Twice now he’d been convinced he was done growing, mainly because his pessimistic nature was hard to get away from. But the numbers, and the inches, didn’t lie. Over those few weeks, Sam’s already impressive cock had grown thicker, so much so he couldn’t fit his small, slim hand around its incredible girth. The head was even bigger, the edges standing proud of the shaft, even with his foreskin retracted and bunched up behind it. But the girth wasn’t the most incredible thing about it. Oh no, that was the length.

Sam had seen the tip of that big, purple head pass the 10” mark on his ruler. Then the 11” mark. Now, only a few weeks past his 16th birthday, Sam looked down and laughed, almost in disbelief, as the very tip of his cock stretched out just past the end of the foot-long ruler. In that short period of time, he’d more than doubled in both length and girth. Even soft it was just over 9” long. And given the fact he was still very boyish, and much shorter than almost everyone he knew, it looked almost freakish on him, hanging down thick and heavy, most of the way to his knees. His balls were bigger too, his ball-sack tight and now covered with short, mousey pubic hair.

It had become impossible to keep his bulge hidden, even in his black school trousers. He didn’t really need his urinal tactics any more, he thought. If people missed that bulge, they had to be blind. Even on a tall, beefy guy it would have stood out, but on a short, skinny guy it was even more obvious.

Sam started noticing more and more people looking at his bulge as he walked around. Now it wasn’t just the guys admiring, it was the girls too. He was in danger of letting it go to his head, but then why shouldn’t it? He had a twelve-inch dick. Other people get cocky about their natural good looks, why shouldn’t he feel immensely good about his immensely large organ? But the thought gradually crept into his head – it’s all very well having a huge dick, but he was still jacking off in his room every night like the little nerd he was before. His tactics had to be modified, and the goal changed completely: it was now all about getting some use out of his new talent.

Making the transition from nerd to stud wasn’t going to be easy. Sure, Sam now had a phenomenally large organ, but it still didn’t give him confidence talking to people. He was naturally shy by nature, always worried he was going to say or do the wrong thing, and either embarrass himself or completely offend someone and end up even more of an outcast. This was exacerbated when the other person or persons were of the opposite gender. And he had absolutely no idea how to come on to them. The glances he’d gotten from girls at school made him feel more confident about himself, but he still needed to translate the curiosity into results. And he didn’t have a clue how.

Sam spent a lot of time trying to come up with strategies, something that could get around his terminal shyness and get near instantaneous results. But he was drawing a blank. He grew frustrated that his shyness was getting in the way of the success he felt he was entitled to. He needed to calm down, and the best way to do that was obvious. He got up from his chair made his way to his bed. He was just about to take off his T-shirt and baggy jogging bottoms when there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”, Sam called out. Without a reply, the door opened. It was Amy, his sister’s friend. Like his sister, she was 18, but unlike his sister, she was someone whose company Sam didn’t actually mind. She was actually quite fun in her own way. A bit of a secret nerd, but she was able to fit in with the airhead bimbos like his sister. Every now and then her and Sam would hang out when his sister had passed out in front of the TV. She lived way out of town, so usually stayed the night if she came over rather than make someone go out of their way late at night to give her a lift. “Hey Sammy boy,” she said as her head poked round the door.

“I said ‘Who is it’, not ‘Please come in’!” Sam mock-shouted at her, with a sarcastic look on his face.

“Come on, it’s not as if you’d be doing something naughty in here,” Amy replied with a giggle.

Sam weighed up his options for what to say next. He’d never been attracted to Amy in any great way, but she wasn’t unattractive. Certainly not. She had a pretty face. She wasn’t the skinniest girl around but you’d have been cruel to say she was fat. And maybe it would be best for Sam to try flirting with a girl he actually knew, just to get some practice in. He thought of an answer that wouldn’t be too out of character, might get a laugh, and also might take it in a great direction.

“For your information, I was just about to have a wank,” Sam said with a grin.

“Well bad luck Sammy-boy, you’re sitting down and watching TV with me. Sit!” Amy pointed to the bed as if directing a badly-behaved puppy. Sam obeyed, slightly disappointed that his attempt had failed. He turned on the TV and sighed.

Half an hour passed: the longest half-hour of Sam’s life. He’d thought, when Amy stuck her head round the door, that he might have ended up getting what he was due tonight. Now he was stuck talking to her while they watched crappy late-night TV in his room. She was on his bed, and so was he. But it was hardly the stuff of Sam’s dreams.

His mind wandered, and he realised that again he was being overly pessimistic. His chances weren’t gone at all, he just needed to work to swing the odds in his favour.

Sam’s big, baggy shorts were a relic of the time when he was just an averagely-endowed guy. If he’d gone and bought some shorts that day, he’d have bought the tightest ones he could find. As it was, his bulge, giant as it was, was mostly concealed when standing, and when he was reclining with his knees raised, as he was now. But if he just laid his legs out flat on the bed…

As the fabric settled, Sam glanced down, and while there was clearly a huge bulge there, his cock wasn’t laying as neatly and, well, obviously as it could be. Sam cast his mind back to that first episode of showing off at the urinal, and his parting shot of adjusting his junk. He slid his hand inside his shorts and quickly adjusted his giant member so that it now lay snaking down his left thigh, the outline unmistakable. He could now feel the soft skin of his cock against his leg, a feeling he’d grown to love.

The effect on Amy was immediate.

“Fucking HELL Sammy-boy, what are you keeping in there?!” Amy laughed a little as she sat more upright, her mouth slightly agape at what she was looking at. Sam played it cool, aloof.

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked with a look of mock innocence.

“Well,” replied Amy, “either you’re keeping a can of Right Guard in there, or you, well…”

Sam’s new-found arrogance and boldness was getting stronger by the minute, and now it completely took over.

“…have a fucking massive cock?” He finished Amy’s sentence for her with a smug grin, the same smug grin that was being employed more and more often.

“Well, I was gonna go with something a bit more subtle than that, but yeah, you got the gist of it!” Another giggle escaped her.

“It wasn’t hard to read what you were thinking Amy. You seem pretty entranced by it…” Amy’s gaze was still fixed on the snake in his shorts, and Sam jokingly waved his hand back and forth in front of her face, but this didn’t distract her.

Sam took his chance. Quick as a flash, he turned over and got up onto his knees, right next to Amy. His grin widened as her eyes followed his bulge as he moved, utterly transfixed. Sam quickly grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his knees, unleashing his immense soft cock. It hung down, fat and heavy between his legs. Amy looked up and they made eye contact for a few seconds, a look of complete awe spread wide across her face. They both looked back down again as the show began.

They watched as the monster began to throb in time with Sam’s pulse, each throb leaving his cock a little bigger. Slowly it began to thicken and lengthen, almost touching the bedsheets before it began its mighty rise. It gradually rose upwards, and as it passed half mast the foreskin retracted, exposing the mammoth purple head. After a couple of minutes, the throbbing steadied as Sam’s huge organ reached its full size, over a foot of rock-hard meat, sticking straight out horizontally. He grabbed it with one hand, about halfway along the seemingly endless shaft, and started to stroke it slowly, the foreskin sliding beautifully back and forth over the big mushroom head.

He knew he had Amy in the palm of his hand. His arrogance was well and truly in control now.

The next few minutes were a complete blur in Sam’s mind. The way Amy slowly reached out and grabbed his dick with both hands. Looking down as she gave him a slow, two-handed stroke. The two of them tearing each other’s clothes off as they kissed fiercely. Before Sam knew it, he was spreading Amy’s legs, and pushing them back as he knelt over her, the head of his foot-long cock just inches from her already wet pussy. This was it. This was Sam’s moment to shine.

“Get ready for the fuck of your life,” Sam said with a grin, the arrogance growing by the second.

He grabbed his cock firmly with one hand, and lined up the purple mushroom-head with Amy’s pussy lips, rubbing it up and down her slit a couple of times. Then he pushed, and felt the most satisfying feeling as her lips parted and his massive cock started to slide inside her slowly. As he slowly eased it in, it felt good. Really, really good. Maybe even too good…

Before Sam could even try and distract himself from the thought, the cum was rising up from his balls, and firing out of his twelve incher hard into Amy’s pussy. She just exclaimed “Shit!” as Sam groaned and unloaded inside her, his dick throbbing and pulsing. After a few seconds it was all over, in every sense. Sam withdrew his fast-softening cock and started hurriedly apologising, feeling so embarrassed and ashamed. He’d worked himself into such a state that he was almost in tears as he lay back on the bed, still apologising continuously. Amy put an arm around his shoulder.

“Shhh, come on Sam, it’s ok. I’m guessing it’s your first time, right?” Sam replied with a nod. “Well then,” she continued, “I’m not surprised you came so fast. But at least now the second time will last a lot, lot longer…”

Her sentence trailed off as she reached out and started to slowly stroke Sam’s semi-hard member, still slick with her juices near the top, along with the last couple of drops of Sam’s thick white cum. His cock started to fill up again, getting longer, thicker, firmer.

“God Sam, where have you been hiding this thing all these years?” Amy giggled even as she said it.

“I haven’t, it’s only grown this big in like the last few weeks, I used to be half this size.”

“Really? That’s weird, I didn’t think they grew that fast,” she said with a slightly quizzical look on her face. Just as she did so, they both heard footsteps on the landing outside Sam’s room, and then the closing of the bathroom door. Sam’s sister had clearly woken up, and any minute now she’d come looking for Amy. Amy jumped off the bed and put her clothes on almost as quickly as they’d been pulled off earlier. She said goodbye to Sam and gave him a soft kiss, promising that there would be a Round Two sometime soon.

All very well, Sam thought to himself as she closed the door behind her, but it wouldn’t be soon enough for him. He was still sat on the bed, his twelve-inch erection laying on his chest, the head up beyond his nipples. It had never occurred to him before this moment, but maybe his first blowjob didn’t have to be from someone else. Sitting up straighter, Sam held his cock upright and leaned down. Very comfortably his mouth was right next to the tip of his cock. Nervously, he flicked his tongue out and ran it over the head. Oh boy does that feel good, he thought. Now he softly started to kiss the big, fat head, tasting his own precum as it started to flow out of the long slit. Before long, he was slobbering all over the head, moaning with pleasure, both hands on the shaft stroking his hard, thick monster.

Now Sam took the whole head into his mouth. It was a hell of a stretch, his mouth as wide as it would go just to accommodate his phenomenal girth. He moved his head up and down, giving himself a fantastic blowjob. His precum was now pouring out of the slit, and Sam swallowed it eagerly as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. He felt the cum rising again, and he moaned loudly onto his cock head as it powerfully fired rope after rope of thick cum into his mouth. He swallowed all he could, but some escaped and slid down his cock slowly. He found his cum tasted delicious, so sweet, and warm. After he finished cumming, he licked the head clean and lay back on the bed, delighted at what he could now do to himself.

As he lay back, he thought back to what Amy had said about his growth being weird. He hadn’t really thought about it until now, but it was very strange to grow so much so quickly. Sam cast his mind back a few weeks to see if he could figure out if there’d been something that might have caused it.

The only thing Sam could think of that happened a few weeks ago that was somewhat out of the ordinary was his session with a hypnotherapist. His mum was a New Age type, into anything alternative. She’d become worried that Sam was getting down, and demanded that he go and see someone. He only did it to appease her, and he was glad she’d only suggested hypnotherapy, and not something really far-out.

He went one day after school. He was skeptical, but at least the woman looked like a professional. The practice was in a modern building, and very nicely furnished. The therapist herself was middle-aged, but slim and stylishly but smartly dressed. It seemed more like a typical psychiatrist’s practice to Sam, which was reassuring. He went into the treatment room, and lay down on the couch as instructed. The therapist went through the stereotypical routine to relax Sam, and very quickly he drifted off into a state of total unawareness.

When Sam came to, the hour-long session was up, and he had no memory of what they had talked about at all. He was still somewhat groggy, but now he recalled her telling him to take a pill she handed him, only a tiny one. She said it was herbal, and Sam figured it was just to wake him up, or help him cheer up a bit. She said something about learning to control it, but he wasn’t really listening. Probably something about breathing, a relaxation exercise or some such. He went out and sat in the waiting room for a few minutes while his head cleared up, and once it had he thanked the therapist and she sent him home.

The pill. Could that have been the cause of all the growth? No, surely not, Sam thought, I mean, it was one pill weeks ago. He was a smart cookie, and he knew how hormones worked. One little herbal pill couldn’t contain enough hormones to cause weeks of constant growth. Could it? If it could, and it had caused the growth, then when would it stop? Was it over, or was there more to come? Was he gonna end up with some ridiculous 20-inch cock or something?

As Sam thought about it, the mental image of him with a 20-inch cock appeared, and he laughed, shaking his head as he got up to go to the bathroom. He’d taken a couple of steps when he suddenly felt a severe aching sensation in his now semi-hard cock, all the way from the base to the tip. It was enough to make him wince and look down as it very, very rapidly hardened again. Then a look of utter astonishment crossed his face. His cock was growing. Big time.

Inch by inch the head grew further away from his body, his cock reaching almost ridiculous proportions in just a matter of seconds. The aching was unpleasant, but not unbearable, but that was the least of his worries as his cockhead moved off into the distance. After about a minute it was over, his cock unerringly similar to the 20-incher he’d only just imagined – the same thickness as before, but so long and veiny.

Was this the key? Was the growth down to Sam’s own imagination? After all, he’d fantasised many times about having a twelve-inch dick, and his member had become all he’d ever dreamed of. And now his cock had changed suddenly to exactly fit his mental images. Plus, he recalled the therapist’s words: something about learning to control it. Was this what he had to control? Sam felt the greatest rush of excitement he’d ever experienced as he thought about what might now be possible.

But this is the real world, he thought. Stuff like this doesn’t happen. Still, there was only one way to find out. He’d have to conjure up another mental image. This time, he pictured his cock as it had been a few minutes ago, that gorgeous footlong that so impressed Amy. Almost instantly, the aching returned to his mammoth member, causing another wince. After a few seconds, the head started to slowly retract, the shaft shortening dramatically, but his cock was staying hard. Again, the whole process took about a minute, and by the end his twelve-incher was back to the way it had been. This was all very real. Sam had a power he’d always dreamed of.

The rest of the evening was spent having fun with the new power. First he’d seen how quickly he could alter his cock, and after some practice he could add or remove a foot of length in just a few seconds. Then he’s tried pushing the power to its limits, trying to make the biggest cock he could. He stood in one corner of his fairly large bedroom, his cock erect, and then made it grow right across to the other corner of the room, so he couldn’t even see the head any more. He just laughed out loud at the ludicrousness of the sight before him.

Shrinking his cock back down to what he decided was its “default” 12-inch setting, he then experimented with the girth, making it thicker and thicker until he couldn’t even encircle the shaft with two hands. The weight made no difference to the angle, it stood out straight and level in front of him, the head now about the size of a grapefruit. Again, this made Sam laugh.

Now this was all very fun, but having a cock that was stupidly thick and/or stupidly long was never going to make life fun for Sam. He had to devise what he thought made the perfect cock. He sat down and willed it to change, down to the tiniest detail, until he was happy with it. The vein protrusion, length of the foreskin, shape of the head, everything was tailored to make it Sam’s dream member. Soft it was 9 inches long, and fat, with the foreskin just long enough to cover the whole head. Erect, it was 13 inches long, and 7 inches around – massive for sure, but not reaching into the realms of the utterly ridiculous like Sam’s earlier experiments. The foreskin was retracted to expose a bulbous head, very rounded, that clearly jutted out where it met the shaft, and was a very deep shade of purple. He allowed it to have a few big veins on clear display, but not so many that it looked ugly.

He’d now spent so long experimenting with his new power on his penis that it didn’t occur to him that it might work on all of him. Looking down inquisitively, he pictured how he now wanted his balls to look, and lo and behold, his currently average-sized balls expanded to become huge orbs, and his scrotum loosened from its current tight state to give him the beautiful, huge pair of low-hangers he’d always desired. Now he had the perfect genitalia as a whole. But he was still far from perfect in his eyes.

Sam didn’t feel he needed to improve his body massively, it just needed tweaks here and there to improve it. For a start, he was scrawny, which he kind of liked now he thought about it. It certainly made his cock look even more impressive. But maybe with just a bit of muscle definition he’d look better. The by-now familiar aching feeling soon occupied every muscle below his neck as they grew a little, giving Sam’s slender body some tone, with nice pecs and a six-pack. He also wasn’t the most gorgeous of guys facially, but that could change. A few seconds of aching and Sam now had chiselled features, clear skin, stubble and gorgeous blue eyes you could get lost in.

Sam now, for the first time in his life, felt completely confident about his entire body. He was certainly going to make sure that Round 2 with Amy would be unforgettable for them both.