Authors notes: small time skip in this one, mostly because I don't know how to write hand jobs differently and I want to get to the Kelly Max scenes, because writing the dialogue between those two make my insides feel nice. Maybe because I write her like a woman I would want to date. Tfw no tanned muscular tomboy gf. I was a different kind of horny writing this one, Cause I don't really remember writing this part. Also, hey hey (people) we can finally use the big cock tag woo hoo (I never thought I would write that sentence). One of my real-life friends found my writings, I guess that's what I get for including my extremely niche humor in these stories :/ felt like Light when L was staring at him.
Chapter 5: a Meaningful Mouthful
With a turn of a doorknob, Max strides into his kitchen from the garage.
"3 more chicks gave me their numbers! "
My brain muses as I open the refrigerator, grabbing the last of the Flooom bottles, turning the bottle around Max idly reads the label "A Flooom of flavor every mouthful! Enjoy the chilled creamy latte" I read to the empty kitchen with the shake of my head "latte? More like flavored milk" I joke as I continue to sip the drink, mm tasty milk.
Brrt Brrt flash
My phone vibrates. Opening the message, I start to read.
"Hey Max, I'm out shopping need anything special?" my mom sent me.
"Yeah, we are out of Flooom can you pick some up?"
"I got that on my list! I found my old juicer in the garage so I'm going to make us juices in the morning now too! don't forget to throw the bottles in the recycle!!!" she sends me.
"Get blueberries for mine, and yes ma'am" rolling my eyes at the recycle comment, but that's one of the only things she'll get mad at and its nothing really to throw it in a sperate trashcan. I then notice the notepad that my mom uses for our measuring.
"I've been slacking on recording the results! Kelly would kill me if I left out even a single detail! Dang it, now I miss her again. "
My flow of consciousness spills out. "I guess I'll text Mindy or Ashe or maybe Britney." I tell myself walking up the stairs, still getting used to the feeling of my meat slapping my thigh as I walk now.
Making my way to my bedroom, I wiggle my mouse to wake my computer up, I navigate to my excel spreadsheet that I'm using to keep track of all my glorious growth. Laying the yellow stripped paper with small stains flecking its surface. My huge cock jumping a little from what caused those stains.
Tuesday
5'8" tall, shoulder 2 shoulder 23", biceps 18" chest 36" quads 24" Calf 18" 5 inches soft, 8.5 inches, large golf ball sized nuts.
Wednesday
5'10" tall, shoulder 2 shoulder 25", biceps 20" chest 38" quads 26" Calf 20" 6 inches soft, 9 inches hard, tennis ball sized nuts.
Spinning the pencil in my fingers while I finish entering the data.
"I've gained nearly a foot in a week and gained like 80lbs, should I be concerned... Nah. I'll be fine, probably, besides how would I tell my doctor 'Hey doc I started getting hand jobs from my MILF of a mom and it made me grow bigger and get more powerful oh and my cock has grown like 9 inches"
I joke in my mind.
"Man, I can't wait for mom to get back, I need my balls to be drained. Speaking on that might as well get out of my cloths "
with that I stand up and lift my grey workout shirt over my head. Reaching for my shorts I stop, "Gotta give my mom something to work towards." I tell myself.
Brrt Brrt flash
"This is principle Vikors, a there has been a plumbing problem in the second story bathroom, tomorrow's classes have been cancelled, stay safe and have a good day off." the text reads out.
"Huh neat a 3-day weekend!" I say to the phone screen, then a notification comes up for another message, it's from Ashe, the brown-haired girl from my study hall.
"Hiya Max! did you get that message from the principle?" The 'papyrus' font reads out.
"Hey Ashe, yeah nothing like a 3-day weekend to put a smile on my face." I reply.
"ha-ha yeah, what you up to?" she asks.
", what do I say, waiting for my daily hand job isn't something you tell a classmate, and I don't really want to lead these girls on. "
I contemplate, thinking on that It leads me to the next logical step, Kelly. "I really am going to ask Kelly out aren't I" I question myself aloud, the angel appears on my desk,
"she's looking smaller and smaller everyday "
I observe.
"You need to tell these girls that you are not interested in them."
she lectures to me.
"Your right your right, but what's the problem with a little fun?"
I think back at it, oh yeah I was texting someone.
"Just working out rn, how about you" heh I'm a genius.
"You must be really hitting it hard nowadays; I mean it's really starting to show!" she shoots back.