Jack slowly woke to the morning sun peeking through the mostly closed bedroom blinds, the smell of bacon and fresh coffee making his mouth water. Stretching with relish, Jack enjoyed his usual morning wood as it pulsed in rapport, only the pulsing was much more robust than he’d ever recalled. Still not fully awake, Jack reached down to give his shaft a quick squeeze of affinity as he generally did most mornings in his routine of waking. This morning instead of the pleasant pulse of approbation easing into fully awake, Jack was jolted from his remaining haze of sleep when his hand encountered a log of an erection so huge his hand couldn’t fully grip it. Nevertheless, his partial grasp was enough to set off a series of demanding pulses that he not only felt in his cock but also throbbed against his stomach and chest all the way up to the top of his sternum.
“What the hell!” Jack blurted. Struggling out from under the covers, Jack was greeted with an erection that took both hands to encompass. Only now did he realize that he was in the middle of a vast bed that could comfortably sleep a half dozen people. Trying to force his gigantic erection down only made it pulse harder. Working his way to the edge of the bed, Jack hung his feet over the side and looked at the floor. He knew perfectly well that the drop had to be only around twelve inches or so below his feet, but it looked like many times that from his sitting position. Opting to shinny backward over the edge instead, Jack rotated over onto his stomach, or more properly onto his erection, and slowly lowered himself over the edge of the bed. Momentarily pleased with his success, Jack was chagrined to realize that as he stood facing the bed, the top of the mattress came up to his shoulders.
Fortunately, between the effort of climbing down and the embarrassment of having to do so, Jack’s erection had finally deflated. While his flaccid size was substantially smaller, his dick still hung down almost to his knees and it felt like his testicles were the size of tennis balls as he gingerly made his way into the bathroom.
“And the hits just keep coming,” Jack muttered. The first thing he noticed was the sink vanity, how could he not, he had to go up on his toes to even see the top. Strangely, or more fortunately, there was a small two step footstool in front of the second sink. Of more immediate importance was emptying his bladder, which Jack proceeded to do by stepping up onto the little booster platform in front of the toilet and using both hands to aim while peeing.
Deciding to shower first, Jack went to the large glass shower door and saw that it now had two handles with the addition of a second one low enough for him to grab comfortably. On the plus side, the shower was luxuriously huge … and the water handles were above his reach, “Fuck!” Looking around in frustration, Jack spotted the plastic step stool and moved it into position to allow him to turn the water on and adjust the temperature. The shower nozzle was so far above him that changing the spray pattern was impossible. Wondering about soap and shampoo, Jack saw that there was now a low shelf holding a pump bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. After shampooing his hair, Jack grabbed the oversized bar of soap and began washing the rest of his body. His dick was so big it now required more of a stroke to soap it, which felt interesting enough to give it a few more strokes with the soap. This very quickly resulted in the resurrection of the two handed log that demanded his full attention. With both hands squeezing and running up and down his giant erect cock, Jack was gasping in a frenzy of need but his usual culmination via a high speed wrist movement was impossible with this new two handed monster. Bending forward as he stroked his arms as fast as he could, the large knob at the top bumped his nose. Lost in his desperate need to reach release, Jack opened his mouth and packed in as much of his giant cock as he could jam into his overstretched mouth and began sucking while stroking. Finally reaching a stupendous release, Jack reflexively swallowed part of the first explosion of cum before pulling away only to have the subsequent explosions shoot up his nose, all over his face and into his just washed hair!
“Oh my fucking Gawd!”Paula gasped quietly from behind the not quite closed bathroom door as she peeked in on her husband’s performance. ‘And to think I thought my morning activities were over the top,’ she giggled to herself.
Slowly recovering from his performance, Jack re-shampooed and re-showered, beet red at the realization of what he’d done, or rather how he had done it.
Making use of the step stool, Jack brushed his teeth and shaved.
Their walk in closet now had a section devoted to low shelves, low hanging clothes and tiny shoes that were a fraction of the size of his wife’s shoes.
Fully dressed and feeling embarrassed, Jack entered the kitchen to see his wife placing breakfast on the island, which was so high even going up on his toes wouldn’t allow him to see the top.
“Good morning Short Stuff! Climb up before it gets cold,” Paula said indicating a custom high chair.
“I hope you’re enjoying this,” Jack said, “but we need to fix this!”
“Relax, we have a handle on things now, we’ll fix it. Oh and I am enjoying it too,” Paula laughed as she set what seemed to Jack to be a cauldron of coffee in front of him.
