"Dave has a huge dick," said Lara as she pressed Enter.
"Thank...you?" said Dave, now standing. Lara got up and fondled his crotch.
"Thank me when this is done, big boy. You've got some growing to do."
"Lara, the program isn't real, it's just--" Dave froze. Something was happening in his pants, and it didn't feel like any erection he ever had. "Oh no." Lara backed off, a perverted grin on her face.
"Oh, hell yes!" she said, backing off to get a better view. She was always a bit of a size queen, and while Dave was enough for her most of the time, another extra inch or two of length or girth certainly couldn't hurt.
She fixed her eyes on the bulge in Dave's jeans, willing it to grow. Her wish was soon granted as the denim tightened.
"Holy shit," said Dave. "This feels--" Lara raised a finger.
"You're not here to talk, stud," she said.
"But it just left my--"
"Shh!" The bulge in Dave's pants began to escape out one side of the crotch of his jeans. "Oh my god." It just kept going, thickening as it did. Dave whimpered, either in terror or arousal. He certainly looked like he was getting aroused. His cheeks were flush, his breathing was shallow, and, more importantly, the snake that was now extending to the top of his knee was starting to push itself against the fabric. Dave shuddered.
"Oh god this feels good." Lara didn't care enough to shush him. The tip of Dave's dick was making it past his knees, and its girth was beginning to fill out the bits of the pants leg that Dave's own limb wasn't occupying. Dave whimpered again as his cock twitched, its bulk slamming against the walls of its denim prison like an angry gorilla in a cage. It was down to his shins, and now his dick was taut against the denim. "--oh god oh god--" Lara risked a glance towards Dave's less-interesting head. His eyes had rolled back into his head and his jaw hung open.
By the time her eyes went back to her husband's cock, she thought the show was over. Dumbstruck, she began to stand up and was about to head over to help him out of his pants and enjoy her new prize, when Dave shook his head.
"Stay back," he said, waving a hand in panic. Lara giggled, an insincerely-innocent thing that sounded nothing like her.
"But whyyyyyy? " she asked, "Don't you want me to play with our new toy?" He took a step back with the leg that wasn't sharing a prison with a newly-titanic penis.
"It's not over yet." Lara had barely time to process these words when she heard a ripping. Her eyes widened and she took an instinctual step back.
With a sound of tearing fabric, Dave's cock sprang from its prison, its stiffened bulk arcing upwards to a more comfortable position, barely missing Lara's face in the process. A thick dribble of precum whipped off the end, soaking part of her face.
His eyes locked in horror upon his inhuman member, Dave staggered away, as if to escape from the menace of his uncharacteristically-perverted wife. However, he underestimated the weight of his newfound genitals, and he fell to the ground, his torso covering his rapidly-hardening cock.
Lara approached, bearing a smile that was one part predator, one part demon, one part drunken bride-to-be taking the wrapping paper off her novelty dildo at a bachelorette party. She gently reached under Dave and flipped him over, sending his dick springing lazily towards the ceiling, before retreating to a corner of the room to watch the show.
"You," she said, "have been very naughty. Haven't you ever thought about what I want? About how it's more important than what you want?"
"Lara please, the air coming out of the AC..."
"I already said that I'd give you a turn, but really," she laughed playfully, "you can't chicken out on me like this. This is a once in a lifetime experience, dear! Well--" she giggled "--unless I want it to stay like this forever."
"The breeze feels too good Lara, I can't take--"
"Oh don't worry, honey, we can turn you back later. Just let me have this." She looked at his dick. At this point, is was almost as tall as he was, and probably a bit wider. And it just kept growing.
" Please Lara I can't remember our safe word ." Dave's cock was beginning to twitch again, although 'violently buck' was probably more like it. It was bigger than the rest of his body now.
"Well, that's more of a you problem," she said distractedly, wondering if she could find a command to make that thing fit inside of her. The growth of her husband's cock suddenly accelerated for a couple of seconds, and it was starting to slap against the ceiling as--
" Oh god! " In an instant, Dave's cock spasmodically thrashed as he came, slamming up against the ceiling with seismic force. The ceiling started to crack against the onslaught of his orgasm, and gallons upon gallons of cum poured out of him, flooding the end of the room. Dave's moans rose to a fever pitch as his colossal cock smashed through the ceiling, leaving a hole big enough to crawl through and dousing the attic above and room below with semen.
And like that, it was done. Dave's penis, satisfied with its first act of erotic demolition, slowly grew flaccid, easing down onto the floor near the door, several feet away from the rest of Dave's body. Lara sat for a moment, dumbstruck and incredibly aroused as she thought of what to do. For a moment, the empathy that she had seemingly forgotten returned to her.
"H-hey honey?" she said, "Are you okay?" No response. She got up and looked over at him. He was breathing, thank God, but he was unconscious. She wiped her brow. A few minutes later, Dave stirred, the mildest amount of consciousness returning to him.
Lara needed to do something, but what?
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