Heavy is the Cock... - Part 8 (Patreon)

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Arthur felt lighter than he had in months the morning after Lance finally went home. Although lighter was a funny concept when he still had hundreds of pounds hanging between his legs. Still, the difference was obvious. His balls didn’t feel stretched to the point of bursting; the overwhelming pressure had eased, and his cock was finally lying soft instead of twitching constantly and filling with blood because of the pressure behind it.

He stayed on his back for a while, looking at the ceiling and enjoying the rare calm inside his body. Even then, the 40-inch shaft lay heavily across the mattress, and his balls occupied so much room between his spread legs that rolling over was ridiculously difficult.

The bedroom around him looked terrible—the sheets were ruined, the waterproof cover underneath them had failed, and dried streaks of cum marked the floor where several of his ridiculous loads had poured off the mattress during the days Lance had been trapped there with him. Even with the window open and the fan running, the room still smelled strongly of sweat and cum. Arthur stared around for a few seconds, then sighed.

“Yeah, future me really got screwed on this one,” he whispered, then started the long process of getting out of bed.

He couldn’t swing his legs over the side like a normal-sized man. Arthur rolled partly onto one hip and grabbed his soft cock with both arms, lifting it so it wouldn’t drag awkwardly across the mattress. The shaft was longer than his leg and so thick that carrying it felt like wrestling with a heavy object that was attached to him. His balls were harder to handle, each measuring about 26 inches across. He pushed himself upright, eased one leg around the left ball, then waited for it to roll slowly forward on its own.

“Come on, work with me,” Arthur grumbled as he shifted his hips, set his foot down, and carefully freed the other leg as his balls rolled onto the floor.

By the time he stood, his breathing was heavy, and the weight of his genitals pulled at his lower back, forcing him to arch his whole posture and spread his thighs to make room for his balls. His cock hung forward, and his broad head pressed onto the floor much more than Arthur liked. Still, everything was much more manageable compared with the painful fullness before Lance had helped him drain his balls.

Arthur looked down at himself and grinned. “You finally shut the fuck up for 5 minutes.” His cock throbbed immediately, making him groan and narrow his eyes. “No, no. Don’t start.”

He slowly waddled to the bathroom but stopped at the door to contemplate the mess that made the bedroom look clean. The tub was coated with dried residue, the tile floor was sticky, and several towels had turned into stiff heaps where they had been thrown down during the mess. Some cum had even gotten beneath the cabinet, leaving a pale crust along the baseboard where neither man had noticed it.

Lance had offered to help before leaving, but Arthur had practically ordered him home once he was mobile again. After spending days unable to move due to Arthur’s excessive cum loads, Lance deserved to enjoy his shower and rest in bed for a while. But standing in the bathroom, Arthur regretted being considerate for once.

Arthur grabbed the long-handled mop and started cleaning. He had spent most of his life in construction, spending whole days lifting things that left younger guys complaining about their backs, so he wasn’t ready to let mopping the bathroom floor defeat him. However, the first time he leaned forward, his cock swung away from his body and pulled his hips after it so hard that he had to press one hand against the wall to catch himself.

“Fuck,” he whispered between gritted teeth, straightening while the shaft settled again.

He tried widening his stance, but that made his balls push harder against his thighs. When he tried to squat, they took the space he needed to lower himself, leaving him halfway down with his knees bent, his thighs shaking, and nowhere for the huge rounded mass to go. Arthur slowly stood and stared at the dirty strip beneath the cabinet.

Eventually, he wrapped a folded towel around the middle of his cock and laid the shaft across the edge of the tub so he could work without it dragging over the floor. That solved one problem until he needed to clean the tub itself. He transferred the weight to a stool beside him, but it gave a low creak when the cock settled across it.

Arthur stopped moving and stared down at the piece of furniture for a few seconds, waiting for the worst. But as the stool seemed to hold, he went back to work, using the mop for most of the floor and a broom handle to shove a rag underneath the cabinet because he couldn’t physically reach that low. He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the scene.

By lunchtime, the bathroom looked acceptable, and Arthur looked like he had spent the morning on a construction site. Sweat poured down his bare body, his thighs ached, and his lower back was deeply sore from countering the hundreds of pounds pulling at the front of his body. He ordered food and decided he could at least start laundry while he waited—which turned into another ridiculous scene.

The basket was packed with sheets, towels, clothes, and everything else ruined during the previous few days. Arthur got both hands underneath it and lifted, but the bottom pressed against the top of his cock, making it stir. He changed his grip and carried the basket against one hip instead. However, three steps into the hallway, his right ball shifted uncomfortably, and Arthur instinctively reached down to steady himself.

The basket tipped out of his other hand, and clothes scattered everywhere. A towel landed beneath his cock, and a sock somehow disappeared behind his left ball, where Arthur couldn’t even see it without twisting his entire body.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked down. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Arthur collected most of the laundry by nudging it toward himself with his feet. The missing sock required the broom again. He hooked it with the handle and dragged it carefully around his ball, only for the doorbell to ring as he finally got it free. His lunch had arrived. Arthur looked toward the front door, then down at himself—naked and surrounded by laundry.

He messaged the driver to leave the order outside, then used one of the long grabber tools supplied by the research program to retrieve the bag without opening the door more than a crack. He ate standing at the kitchen island because lowering himself onto one of the remaining chairs felt like more work than the food was worth. When he opened the refrigerator for a drink, another stupid problem appeared. He normally stepped backward as the door opened, but the kitchen island was directly behind his balls, leaving too little room for his wide stance. Turning sideways made his cock press against the lower cabinets, while staying straight put the refrigerator door against the shaft.

Arthur tried to squeeze through the space anyway. The edge of the door rubbed along the side of his cock, and the shaft throbbed immediately.

He froze because he knew where that could go. “No. Don’t even fucking think about it.”

The cock throbbed again, and blood began flowing into the shaft, turning the soft tissue denser beneath his hands. Arthur grabbed it with both arms and tried to guide himself sideways out of the gap, but the cock was already thickening. The veins along its surface rose more clearly, the head lifted, and the whole thing extended farther into the kitchen while Arthur groaned softly, trying not to rub it against anything else.

By the time he reached open space, his cock was half-hard with no signs of stopping. The shaft thickened so fast that Arthur felt his balance changing. He leaned against the island with one hand and supported part of the hardening cock with the other arm as it continued growing. The head eventually reached near the living-room entrance while Arthur could only breathe heavily before his 65.5-inch-long massive cock.

“No way,” Arthur said, sighing in clear defeat. “The calm barely lasted half a day.”

That night, after he had shot a massive load into the tub again, Arthur measured everything properly and found that his soft shaft now reached 41 inches. His balls were slightly larger even though they weren’t as full, and the circumference of his hard cock had increased so much that wrapping the measuring tape around the thickest section was getting awkward. He entered the new numbers on the tracking chart the researchers had given him, watched the line on the graph continue upward, then closed it with a tired shake of his head.

Over the following days, his house kept showing him little pieces of his future. The vacuum cleaner got trapped behind one ball and had to be pulled free with the grabber. He dropped a fork beside the kitchen counter and eventually left it there until Lance visited because bending to reach was impossible. The shower hose couldn’t reach comfortably around the full width of his groin, so he ordered another extension.

One kitchen chair cracked when Arthur tried using it as a temporary support for his cock, and the bedroom doorway was so narrow that he had to guide the shaft through first before turning his hips sideways and squeezing his balls one at a time. None of those things were catastrophic, but together they made it impossible to ignore how quickly ordinary life was shrinking around him.

The research program had custom-made a jockstrap with reinforced fabric, broad straps, and enough elastic that Arthur had once joked they could tow a truck with it. One afternoon, as Lance unpacked groceries nearby, Arthur frowned, looking at the massive pouch.

“Need help to get your stuff into it?” Lance asked playfully, looking at Arthur’s cock and balls, then at the jockstrap. “Not sure if it fits, though.”

Arthur held it up. “This thing is supposed to be custom. It’s ridiculous.”

“It was custom,” Lance said, setting the bags down. “But you keep growing.”

Lance moved closer, and they started working to get his balls into the pouch because it required two people. Lance crouched in front, slid both arms underneath the left side of Arthur’s sac, and lifted while Arthur pulled the reinforced pouch underneath. Even after decompression, the ball was so heavy that Lance’s shoulders tightened. Arthur grunted all along, but once one ball was inside, he shifted his hips so they could repeat the process on the other side.

However, as they tried to put everything in the correct position, they realized the balls were too large. They strained the fabric and twisted the straps across Arthur’s hips. Lance tried supporting the weight while Arthur pulled the waistband higher. The stitching made a faint popping sound, and both men stopped, looked at the strap, then tried one final adjustment. The jockstrap snapped so hard that Lance stumbled backward while Arthur’s left ball dropped out of the pouch. The motion yanked him forward, made his cock slap against his thigh, and twisted the remaining fabric into a useless strip around his groin.

Lance stared for a second and started laughing. Arthur blushed and took a moment to calm down, but then his cock stirred.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Arthur whispered, feeling his cock getting hard.

Lance stepped back with both hands raised because they knew how easily something so simple could turn him into an immobile cum balloon for a week. He enjoyed taking care of Arthur, but the consequences were too dramatic. It was evident that Arthur’s balls were filling faster each day because the skin stretched tighter as the pressure returned. His cock leaked more often as his body tried to ease up the pressure building constantly inside his balls.

Arthur knew Lance was more than willing to help when his balls got too full. Sometimes they used the tub first, though both men had learned that cleaning the resulting flood could be worse than the temporary relief was worth. The only method that left Arthur comfortable for longer left Lance inflated and unable to move until his body had time to process Arthur’s cum. And with each passing day, the need to shoot a load came sooner after every session.

After one particularly intense orgasm, Lance went home, and Arthur felt the overwhelming pressure barely two days later. By the third day, his balls were noticeably firmer, and Lance was back at the house before the week was over. Neither needed a long discussion to understand the problem. Arthur was producing more as he grew, and Lance was beginning to spend more time helping Arthur cum or recovering afterward.

At the same time, the numbers on each measurement kept going higher, so with each passing day he was less mobile. Driving was one of the losses Arthur fought longest. He knew Lance could drive him anywhere, or the research program could arrange transport whenever he needed it, but for a while, he refused to let his cock take over that part of his life. However, he eventually had to admit that he couldn’t fit in behind the steering wheel, and even if he could, he had no pants to wear outside. 

Things took an even worse turn when Arthur received the divorce papers a few days later. He read them at the kitchen island while his cock rested across a padded stool beside him. The paperwork was dry, formal, and strangely small compared with everything it represented. Twelve years of marriage now were only sections about property, support, custody, parenting time, and medical accommodations.

The custody section was the only part Arthur read twice. Maddy would remain the boys’ primary residential parent. Arthur would have regular calls and scheduled in-person visits as long as the house could safely accommodate them. He understood why that condition existed; it didn’t stop the words from hurting.

Two days later, the research program sent someone to evaluate the house. Rails were installed, and several pieces of furniture disappeared, switched for reinforced versions. Arthur hated hearing people discuss his “turning radius,” but he approved every modification because Maddy agreed to bring the boys that Saturday once the work was finished.

By then, his cock was 44 inches soft and 69 inches hard, and at full erection it measured close to 30 inches around. Each ball was nearly 28 inches across. The doctor’s estimate put everything hanging from his groin at about 650 pounds. Arthur felt those numbers whenever he moved, but seeing them written together still made him stare at the chart longer than usual.

Preparing for the boys took most of Saturday morning. There was no jockstrap anymore, so Arthur wore a “modified covering” that looked like a massive sheet wrapped around his waist. The goal was only to hide his cock and balls so his sons wouldn’t see or touch anything. Lance helped him get everything settled, checked the living room one final time, and then left through the back door a few minutes before the doorbell rang.

Adrian reached Arthur first and immediately remembered not to throw himself against his father’s waist. Instead, he came around the side and hugged Arthur high around the chest. Arthur wrapped both arms around him and held on a little longer than usual. Asher approached with the awkward restraint of a 14-year-old boy who wanted to act older than he was, while Aaron hugged Arthur and smiled at him. Maddy stayed near the entrance for a moment, and Arthur noticed how she looked at him up and down.

Sitting down showed the boys how much had changed. Arthur backed toward the new couch, gripped the rails, and lowered his body carefully while his balls settled between his spread legs. The whole process took nearly a minute, and Arthur felt the boys waiting patiently while he installed himself into his new living-room furniture.

Things were very different. Before any of this started, Adrian would have climbed over him, Aaron would have leaned beside him with a sketchbook, and Asher would have complained that everyone else was taking up too much room. Still, the boys slowly started coming closer, sitting on cushions beside their dad while talking about random things.

They eventually ordered pizza and spent the afternoon doing normal family things. Arthur asked about school. Asher complained about a teacher without needing much encouragement. Aaron showed him several drawings. Adrian described a soccer game with so much enthusiasm that Arthur lost track of the score halfway through.

By evening, Adrian was leaning sleepily against Arthur’s side on the couch, and Maddy decided it was time to leave. Arthur hugged all three boys from where he sat because getting back up took too much time. Maddy agreed that the next visit could happen the following weekend, and Arthur only nodded and smiled.

After that, the house got painfully quiet. Arthur stayed on the couch for a while, until Lance came back. Arthur had been so busy and so focused on his parenting time that he hadn’t noticed his balls getting tighter. But as he finally relaxed and Lance removed the fabric covering the massive cock and balls, the shaft twitched.

“Seems like you’re full again,” Lance said.

“I’m always full,” Arthur said, looking at his balls, then at Lance’s abdomen, which was still rounded after the last decompression. “You’re not even empty yet.”

Lance shrugged and softly patted Arthur’s balls. “Well, who says I like being empty?”

Arthur laughed and leaned farther back into the couch, feeling the pressure slowly build within his balls. The time between decompressions was shrinking, while Lance was taking longer to return to normal after each one. Lance usually had enough time to go home, move around, work, and live his life between visits, but Arthur could already see where the pattern was heading if the growth continued.

Arthur ran a hand over the thick base of his cock, feeling another slow throb in response.

Lance watched the movement and shook his head with a grin. “Seems like that needs to be taken care of now.”

Arthur looked at him, then at Lance’s still-rounded belly. “At this rate, I’m gonna fill you back up before you finish dealing with the last one.”

“That doesn’t sound that bad,” Lance said, slowly removing his clothes. “Let’s move back to bed; it’s more comfortable to get immobile there than in your living room.”

Arthur smirked and slowly stood up. His cock lengthened and thickened on his way to the bedroom, and Lance’s hands were already all over the shaft, rubbing, stroking, and teasing the sensitive skin. The slit was already leaking a thick river of cum, leaving a trail behind them and showing how overwhelmingly full his balls were getting.

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