A Huge One Could Be Yours
by
Stanfield Major
© 2007 by Stanfield Major
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ISBN: 9781458084699
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“A Huge One Could Be Yours," the email read. "A bigger penis in 60 days or your money back."
Yeah, right, I thought. Do they actually get enough poor schmucks buying their line to make any money? But I didn't hit the delete key. Something kept me sitting there. The other day I'd walked into our bedroom to find my wife Katie looking through her collection of John Holmes magazines and playing with herself. It made me feel a bit inadequate; I know I'm not the only guy that the late great J.H. has made insecure.
"Shit, it's only $19.95. Even if it doesn't work it's not going to break me," I decided. So I pulled out my credit card and ordered. Later that evening I told Katie what I'd done. "Oh, Hon," she said, "I like your cock the way it is. Sure I like to fantasize sometimes about having a really big one inside me but I love you Jon for who you are."
Oh, right, I thought. I smiled at her, my male ego bruised black and blue. A really big one. Just you wait.
Four days later a priority mail package arrived. I opened it with mixed feelings; on one hand I felt like a complete fool for letting myself fall for such an age old scam while on the other there was the persistent gleam of hope that soon I'd be able to satisfy my wife in a way she'd never been satisfied before. That soon she would worship unquestioningly at the protruding alter of my manhood.
The instructions were absurd. The basis of the treatment was a tube of cream that was supposed to be applied on the penis once a day. The kit also contained several pairs of rubber gloves and a dire warning, printed in large red letters, that said that the cream must not make contact with any other part of the body before the ten minute drying period was up or that part too would become permanently enlarged. "In your dreams," I scoffed. But I followed the instructions carefully.
A couple of days later, after no signs of enlargement had made themselves visible I reread the info sheet and found, hidden away on the back, the small print where it said, "May not work for everyone." "Should be 'may not work for anyone' " was my bitter comment. And yet I continued to apply the cream until it was gone, better to be a total fool than a dummy who gives up too easily.
Two more weeks passed. Katie and I were making the beast with two backs when she said, "Jon, it feels bigger." I pulled out of her, turned on the light, and looked. She looked too. It was bigger. "Oh shit," she said, putting her hand around it. "How big is it going to get?"
"I don't know," I said. But I resolved to go online the next morning and order five more tubes of cream.
Once they came I began doing the treatments three times a day until I'd used up all five tubes. Katie couldn't get enough of me. She'd pull me aside at odd moments eager to open my pants and make me hard. Strangely enough my cock when flaccid was no bigger than it ever had been but when it became erect it was substantially larger, to say the least. Katie loved looking at how big and thick it was, holding it in her hands, and taking the head in her mouth. If I was too fatigued to fuck at night she'd tease and suck my cock until it rose to its full glory and then she'd ride me from orgasm to orgasm moaning about how full it made her feel. Eat your late great heart out, John Holmes, I thought. Little did I know that I'd soon be sinking my teeth into my own.
The night came, almost eight weeks after I'd begun using the cream, when my cock wouldn't fit inside her. It was a terrible night. She grunted and strained for hours to take me inside but it wouldn't work. She was raging with frustration, drops of sweat from her forehead dropping onto my chest. I lay on my back with a cold clammy hand of fear making a tight fist around my heart. I knew then I'd made a horrible mistake. Now all I could do was ride the tiger of my folly to learn my final fate.
Our marriage fell apart two months after that disastrous night. And my cock continued to grow. I walked in mortal fear of becoming aroused. More times than I care to think about I had to run to the men's room or some other private place to let myself out before this demon I'd nurtured ripped my pants apart.