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Dave lumbered up the front walk to his apartment building carrying a pizza in one hand and his briefcase in the other. It had been a long work week, and he wanted nothing more than to plop his fat ass on the couch, turn on some Netflix, smoke a bowl, and eat his pizza. As far as Friday night was concerned, it could wait for him to have some much needed decompression time.

Not helping his current mood was the fact that he had been dry for over two weeks, but at last his dealer had called to let him know he was restocked and Dave wasted no time hustling over straight after work to pick up. His selection as always left something to be desired, however Dave was assured that his latest offering was legit. “Horse weed" certainly didn't sound like any strain that Dave had ever heard of, but beggars couldn't be choosers and all that.

With practised hands Dave managed the difficult feat of carrying a briefcase and pizza in one hand and opening his apartment door with the other, and stepped into his homey abode. Safe from the outside world, Dave gave one last whirlwind of action for his busy week as he shucked his clothes, packed a bowl, and placed pizza and bong neatly on the living room table before finally seating himself wearing only a t-shirt and boxers in a well-worn ass groove. A flick of a bic lighter and a single, deep inhalation from the lit bong indicated the official start of Dave's weekend. He could feel all his worries and stresses depart along with his smoky exhale, punctuated only by a few brief coughs.

Now well on his way to being comfortably high, Dave turned on Netflix and set about attacking his pizza while finishing the latest season of Archer. Dave's size made it apparent devouring a whole extra-large pizza himself was a long-term habit, and he laughed at the on screen antics while wiping greasy fingers on his 2XL shirt.

Halfway into his third slice Dave felt a bizarre and prolonged lurch in the muscles of his groin, as though he was becoming aroused, but even through the lens of a freshly toked bowl there was nothing he was watching that would rile his interests. The feeling passed, but it was followed by an uncomfortable constricting feeling that wouldn't go away. Dave finished his slice, paused the episode and brought a hand down below his waist to tug at his boxers and ensure the boys were still in proper alignment.

What Dave found was there was far less loose fabric than he was used to. Further confused he brought a hand to where his balls should be, then froze. What he felt wasn't right, like there was something stuffed in his boxers that wasn't there moments ago. Now alarmed, Dave raised his butt off the couch to wiggle out his tight boxers, and with them hanging around his ankles he leaned over to examine himself.

At first, Dave could only feel shock at what he saw. What was once a very modest cut cock had grown into the fattest uncut slug Dave had ever seen. Previously grape-sized testes had become large eggs resting on the couch in a loose sack, the weight of the massive dick pushing them apart to either thigh. The foreskin was completely new, the thick, wrinkly skin enveloping his cock-head and extending even further to hang like a worn sock.

“Holy fuck," Dave muttered and gingerly touched his new anatomy, thinking it may be some kind of allergic reaction. When he felt no pain, he became more adventurous, pulling and rubbing the smooth skin, hefting and tugging his nuts, then cupping and lifting his whole package in a single hand. It was barely able to contain his junk, and he couldn't believe how heavy it felt. He let it drop and immediately regretted his decision as his weighty log smashed against his balls when they impacted the couch. A momentary wince and Dave was back to pulling his foreskin, amazed at how far it would extend.

As Dave's alarm fell away to be replaced by genuine excitement, he could feel his fat tool chub up as blood began to flow into it. Thicker and longer it grew in time with his heartbeat, until he was looking at a member to rival anything he'd ever seen in porn. Fully erect, he could barely encircle his shaft in one hand, and gripping it with both hands still left the bright red head peaking beyond his fingers. Dave pumped his cock several times, marvelling at how easily the foreskin travelled up and down the head and how amazing the sensation was, so much more sensitive than before. As he did he noticed his cock-head, while much broader and wider than before was also slightly flatter at the tip in contrast to his former rounded mushroom cap. This only made his dick seem more imposing however, and he began to revel in his new manhood.

The pizza was completely forgotten as Dave lay down on the couch to languidly stroke his length, noticing his entire arm was involved in what would previously be managed using just his wrist muscles. As each jerk of his massive tool brought him new pleasures, Dave remembered he still had most of a bowl left to smoke and decided to supercharge his orgasm by getting much further than comfortably stoned. Heaving himself up from the couch and stepping out of his boxers Dave gazed down at his jutting manhood, again marvelling at how heavy it seemed, the weight of it tugging at is groin constantly, each slight movement making the engorged member bob wildly. Dave swung his hips a few times to feel the massive organ slap against his belly with a meaty thwack, and he giggled at the sound of it.

Dave began to sit down, but immediately stood up as he felt himself nearly sit on his balls and crush them. Much more carefully, Dave used one hand to pull his low-hanging orbs forward and lean back before allowing them to release safely once he'd landed on the couch. “I guess having huge junk will take some getting used to," he said to himself and reached for the bong and lighter to take another hit. As the smoke entered, was held, and then left his lungs Dave felt himself gently ascend to new heights before the throbbing of his big meat brought his attention fully back to the task at hand.

Dave lay back down on the couch, one leg dangling over the side, one hand slowing stroking his meat while the other flipped up his t-shirt to expose and then pinch a hard nipple. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and as he did he could feel the throbbing of his cock increase, each beat seeming to make it harder and harder in his hand, until it was almost painful. Suddenly he noticed his grip loosening, his hand no longer able to grasp his shaft's full circumference. Looking down closely he could see his dick expanding, growing longer, his hand feeling the skin expanding beneath it like an inflating balloon.

“Oh fuck," Dave said and sat up, staring at his crotch as his cock grew to mammoth proportions. He could see his orbs bloating, pushing against his thighs until he was forced to spread them wider lest they become painfully wedged. All the while his cock kept thickening, jutting out longer and longer, almost as far as his knees, as thick as his wrist. As his head grew he watched the foreskin retract exposing an expanding blunt head, dark red, widening thicker than the shaft until the foreskin could no longer envelop it, and instead bunched up beneath the glans. The tip had become even broader and flatter than before, and the shaft now had finger sized veins crisscrossing the massive pole. As the growth slowed, Dave brought a trembling hand to his cock to explore its entire length, well over a foot, bigger than anything he had ever seen. When he got to the middle of the shaft he noticed a bump, a ring of hard flesh, like a built-in cock ring, keeping his enormous pole steel hard despite its monstrous size.

Dave stood up, wobbling slightly due to the weed. The weight of his cock was immense, like someone had taped a 5 pound dumbbell to his shaft, and gravity now pulled it slight downward. His massive balls had grown to the size of baseballs, hanging in a thickly wrinkled sack halfway to his knees, so large his own thighs pushed them forward. Dumbfounded, he sat back down, careful to drape his massive balls over the lip of the couch before seating himself. This was beyond porn, he wouldn't even be able to fit in a human being that wasn't really into fisting. He really should be in a panic, but he was very high, and very hard, and the biggest cock in the world was bobbing gently over a foot in front of him, a pearl of pre forming at the quarter sized slit.

Before Dave even knew what he was doing he had the bong in hand, burning the bowl down, inhaling and exhaling a huge plume of smoke. Task done, he gripped his sword with both hands and began to pump furiously, his whole body now exerting itself in the act of jerking his incredible tool. Lost in a haze of lust and THC, he didn't even notice as once again his cock throbbed painfully, achingly, each pulse adding inch after inch in length and girth. As it grew the head became flatter until it was practically blunt, the glans flaring wider than the shaft, the urethra protruding until it was a finger-sized orifice leaking a river of pre-cum. Using his new overproduction to lube his pole, Dave pumped his whole length, breathing hard with the exertion, hardly able to encircle the colossal shaft with even both hands. As the towering spire grew ever upwards Dave noticed the foreskin had retreated far behind the glans to form a sheath of thick skin around the base. Dave took one hand to explore the hairy sheath, then reach below to heft his enormous testicles. They had bloated to the size of softballs, and he could only lift one at a time, but could feel them churning with seed as his cock throbbed, pre soaking his hands and covering his groin.

The arcing tower now reached as high as Dave's chest, the urethra oozing pre before his eyes, and he had an idea. Hugging the slick pole to his chest, he began to hump against his own torso, his belly and chest rubbing against the enormous cock, coaxing more and more pre. Dave bent his head down to lick his own slit, tasting his own copious production, then began to frantically lick and suck at the flared glans far too large to fit inside his mouth. Even still, the sensation of all that cock being stimulated all at once was mind-blowing. Sweat covering his form, breathing like a marathon runner, his entire being focused on pleasuring the ludicrous organ.

Dave could feel his orgasm approaching, his nuts churning with need, until finally they pulled up close, climbing up the side of the couch to nestle firmly in his groin. As he felt the tsunami of pleasure approach, Dave jammed his urethra in his mouth just as he felt the first spasm of ecstasy wrack his body, literally feeling the semen bulge his shaft as it travelled from base to tip before finally exploding in his mouth, filling it almost instantly. Dave choked and flung the spewing organ from his mouth to watch as rope after rope of cum splattered against the ceiling, then rain down on himself, the couch, the coffee table. a puddle forming at his feet. His hands worked mechanically, jerking the skin of his sheath. He lost count of his ejaculations, each jet now arcing a mere foot in the air to land messily on his face, chest, and belly. Finally the torrent slowed, cum merely dribbling from his flared glans, and Dave collapsed into the couch, utterly spent, his still hard pole draped across his chest, the tip just reaching his neck.

After taking some time to catch his breath, Dave looked down to see his one-eyed monster staring back at him. It wasn't a dream. His living room and himself were covered in cum. He was still high as fuck, hung like a literal horse, with nuts he'd never fit into pants again, and still no idea how any of it happened.

Pushing his cock out of the way to fall with a dull thud against the coffee table, Dave wiped the cum from the now cold and jizz-flavoured pizza and at least satisfied his munchies. Going out would have to wait until he could mop up the mess.

John meandered up the front walk to Dave's apartment building. Dave had texted him not half an hour ago saying he had something to show him and to come over. John was Dave's ex from many years ago, and while the relationship ended, it did so amicably, and they still hung out and fooled around from time to time. John wasn't doing anything else that Friday night, so decided an evening of Netflix and Chill was as good a plan as any. Although Dave seemed rather insistent if this was merely to swap blowjobs.

John buzzed Dave's apartment and made his way to his door, then knocked twice. He heard a commotion on the other side, and then a click, then the door opened, revealing Dave wearing nothing but a towel. This wasn't particularly unusual, as Dave would often shower before having someone over and answer the door with a towel wrapped around his rotund middle like a skirt, but what was unusual was the lump around his groin pushing out the towel, like he was hiding something between his legs.

Stepping inside, John raised an eyebrow. “Alright, so what's this thing you need to show me? And why does it smell like an entire volleyball team had sex in here?"

Dave held up a hand, and John could tell by the redness in his eyes that Dave had already gotten started on the weed without him. “Follow me," Dave beckoned, and waddled toward the bedroom in an odd side-to-side gait. John shrugged, kicked off his shoes, and followed him.

As John entered the bedroom Dave turned around to face him at the foot of the bed, the odd lump even more obvious in the brighter bedroom lighting. “Well?" John asked, and Dave gave a bemused smirk before letting the towel fall to the floor. Dave had certainly gained weight over the years, so the protruding gut and thick man-tits were no surprise to him. However what now sprung between Dave's legs caused his jaw to drop.

John swallowed. “Holy fuck."

Dave just grinned, hands on hips. “What do you think?"

Already half aroused, Dave's massive penis spilled from its sheath hanging all the way to his knees. Head oddly flat and as big as a fist, the shaft already thicker than his wrist, describing it like a third arm seemed redundant. Balls the size of cantaloupes rested beneath the shaft in a loose scrotum, pushing the whole unreal package forward. John had seen nothing like it before in his life, but as a self ascribed size queen, he wanted as much of it as he could get.

John proceeded slowly, reverently, as though approaching a sacred relic, crouching lower and lower until he was eyes to pubes, but his gaze never left the colossal tool before him. With slightly shaking hands he brought them to the smooth shaft, encircling the middle, feeling the weight, the heft, letting his fingers dance from tip to base, before curiosity overtook him and he wiggled his fingers beneath the thick skin of Dave's sheath. It was so warm, and fleshy, and reeked with the heady scent of cock.

John's ministrations had not gone unnoticed, and Dave's already chubbed horse cock began pulse and thicken, the head rising from his knees to point forward. John began to rub the engorging staff with both hands, desperate to see this incredible tool at its fullest. As the unreal cock telescoped ever outward John was forced to shuffle aside to allow it room to grow. In moments Dave was completely hard, jutting over 2 feet ahead, and he looked down beatifically at his adoring supplicant.

“How-What-?" John sputtered, hands never leaving the shaft or stopping there constant exploration.

Dave chuckled and groaned at the stimulation, enjoying the double-hand job as much as John's complete inability to speak a full sentence. “I dunno man, I just came home, ate some pizza, and then my cock grew into this thing."

This seemed to shock John back into articulance. “This 'thing'!? This is by far the most incredible, the most awesome dick I've ever laid hands on." John said with newfound energy as he began to pump the shaft with both arms. With each pump Dave flexed his cock, causing it to bounce in John's grasp, almost escaping entirely. John could see his balls rising and falling with each flex, crawling up and down Dave's thick and hairy thighs. He stopped his pumping to reach out and hold each orb in both hands, amazed at how incredibly heavy they were, how his outstretched fingers couldn't encompass even half their circumference.

All of this was becoming too much for John, and he suddenly sat heavily on the floor, head spinning. Dave peered down, noticing the constant stimulation had stopped. “Hey, you OK?"

“Yeah, I just need a sec," John panted.

Dave leaned over on one side and offered a hand. “Here, come lay down on the bed," Dave said, easily hauling the lighter man to his feet and helping him over to lay down. Then, an idea. “Wait here," he said, then exited the room, his cock leading the way like the bowsprit of a great sailing ship, bouncing wildly with each waddling step.

John caught his breath, and just as his head stopped spinning Dave returned, carrying a bong and a lighter. He wasn't able to hand him the bong facing him without bludgeoning his face with his massive dong, so again he faced him sideways to hand it to him. “This should calm your nerves."

John accepted the bong while Dave carefully waddled around to the other side of the bed to lay down beside him, mattress sinking under his weight and ludicrous cock arching over his belly to stop at his nipples. John waited for the bed to settle before lighting the bong and burning down the entire bowl all at once, taking a deep and practised inhale before letting out a plume of smoke that filled the room. Already he felt much calmer, and much hornier, turning over to practically dive back onto Dave's cock, hands rubbing up and down the shaft as he madly licked and tongued the glans, coating it in his saliva. Dave simply moaned, hands behind his head as John worshipped his fantastic tool.

Consumed in a miasma of weed and lust, John didn't notice the bulge in his jeans becoming more pronounced, having ignore the uncomfortable constriction since entering Dave's bedroom. However soon the discomfort was able to break his attention away from lavishing the unreal pole, and he managed to tear a hand away to attempt to adjust himself. As soon as his fingers brushed his groin, he knew something was wrong. Normally a very modest size, he could easily flip his erection upward to deal with an unwanted hardon. Now he could feel his cock was already extending all the way to his hip, and thick enough the zipper was beginning to strain.

At first John felt pleasant surprise, his faculties having been mellowed and slowed by the THC, and he simply went back to worshipping Dave's dick. Then he felt a lurch in his groin followed by his zipper snapping and the unmistakable feeling of cool air on a penis that had previously been in the warm confines of underpants. This finally broke John's concentration, and he sat up on the bed to peer down at himself. What he found baffled him; an uncut cock the size of a beer can had torn through his jeans and ripped his boxers almost in twain.

“What the shit?!" John yelped in genuine alarm, snapping Dave out of his revelry to see what was the commotion. He turned to face John to find him struggling to get his pants off, and a familiar uncut slug staring back at him.

“Oh man, you too," Dave mumbled.

John had just managed to get his jeans and underpants off before falling back on the bed, his new fat erection bouncing off his abdomen with an audible slap. “What do you mean, 'me too'? What's going on?"

Dave casually tugged his pole, lying on his side, while he watched John's start to shift and lurch, fattening up before growing longer before his very eyes. “I dunno man. Like I said, I got home, smoked a bowl, ate some pizza and then I ended up with this."

John was grasping at his inflating organ, feeling the foreskin roll over and back over the head before the glans grew large enough it would no longer retract. Then something registered and he turned to face Dave. “Wait. The only thing we both did was smoke the same weed. Where did you get it?" He said, pointing at the bong.

Dave shrugged a shoulder and playfully licked the head of his own dick. “My dealer. He called it horse weed."

John's cock was now almost 2 feet long, thick as his wrist, the head flattening while the foreskin slipped further down the shaft to bunch up at his groin. Comprehension finally dawned in John's mind. “Horse weed. This-" he poked the back of Dave's shaft, “is a horse's cock."

With a snort Dave heaved himself up to his knees and shifted on the bed until he was straddling John, his massive balls resting on John's rapidly inflating ones, his long shaft hanging in front of his face, blocking his view of anything but dick. He could feel his own prick crawling up his chest as behind the colossal pole in front of him Dave said, “No, this is my dick. And you love it, don't cha?" He punctuated this with a waggle of his hips, causing the organ to swing like a pendulum before John's face.

John couldn't argue with that logic. In an instant he reached up and hugged that enormous cock to his chest, grinding his own expanding prick against it and making out with the glans like a long-lost lover. Dave moaned and fell forward on hands and knees, then began grinding his shaft against John as he practically flailed beneath the oversized man and his even larger manhood, now drooling viscous pre-cum all over his face. John's world was nothing but heaving flesh, hard cock, and dripping pre, and he forgot all about his own expanding organ.

Forgot for all of a minute, as he soon noticed his own giant dong had slid right alongside Dave's as it grew, bringing both heads to eye level. In between blissful grinds against Dave's soft flesh he'd noticed his cock had become a mottled dark brown with pink splotches, how the head was flat and flared so much wider than the shaft, how his urethra had grown from a small slit to a bulging round hole the size of his pinky, and how a river of pre-cum flowed from it to mingle with the pre already coating his chest, neck and face.

Noticing John's transformation to horse-cockhood had completed, Dave redoubled his efforts, angling his leaky head to coat both himself and John completely in slippery pre-cum, lubricating both bodies completely. Then he simply collapsed on top of John and began heaving and writhing his soft, slick body, his obesity an asset as his warm, supple flesh surrounded the hard poles beneath him, stimulating them both in ways no mere hand or tongue ever could.

Judging by John's blissed out expression and the way his soft-ball sized testes were rising against Dave's own, he knew he was getting close. Then without a sound he came, ropes of semen jetting from his cock to splat against the headboard, spraying cum all over the bed. Enough was splashing back that John was practically drowning even as his cock continued to erupt. Even as John reached his peak Dave continued to wriggle his body against the spasming cock, each jerk bringing himself closer to his own orgasm.

Suddenly Dave reared up, grasping his cock with both hands and pumping furiously as his own orgasm struck. He sprayed like a fire hose, the first jets striking the far wall and ceiling, the next coating the bedside table and headboard, before weaker shots merely added to the growing pond of cum John's head was lying in. Soon he really was drowning, and just as Dave's orgasm began to ebb he pushed him away so he could get up on his elbows, sputtering and wiping jizz away from his face.

As both men came down from their incredible highs and with both cocks softening to dribble their remaining loads on John's chest, they surveyed the room. Literally everything was covered in semen. The bed was a veritable lake, and Dave could only hope the duvet and bedsheets and soaked up enough to save the mattress. He doubted it though. Then the weed and absurdity of it all made him laugh.

John looked up at him, then giggled, then laughed along with him. Then they both laughed for some time before Dave got tired and lay down next to John in the pond of cum, resting his head on his chest as John reached up to affectionately rub more cum into his hair.

“Now what?" John asked.

Dave pondered, “First we shower, then we do our best to clean this up. I have a mop."

“Sure, but what about after? How will I get home? How will I show my face at work? How will-" Dave brought a finger to John's lips to silence him, then tugged at his still half-hard giant. It reawakened immediately.

Dave got off the bed and waddled towards the bedroom door. Before he exited he beckoned with his finger to John, who followed him with a similar gait. Their next several orgasms were had in the shower, where the presence of a drain greatly simplified cleanup.