An hour later, as Cynthia dreamed of using the fuselage of an airliner as a dildo while watching her husband and her kids wreck the city with their giant ebony bodies, Tom woke up. Standing he itched his heavy, low-hanging balls through his underwear. "Damn, I’m thirsty", he mumbled to himself, still half asleep. The huge black man stood up and rubbed his fat belly.
Walking into the kitchen Tom flipped the light on, it's brightness blinded the groggy man for a second as he opened the door to the fridge. Looking for something to drink Tom's eyes fell on the water bottle sitting on the top shelf of their beat up, old refrigerator. Tom smiles to himself as he grabs the bottle, lifts it to his lips, and begins to chug the clear liquid inside. In his groggy state Tom is slow to notice that this "water" was a little too thick and had a strange metallic taste. A wave of nausea passes over Tom, he quickly puts the bottle back in the fridge and walks back toward his chair in the living room.
The feeling of nausea quickly passed, being replaced by arousal. "Mmmmmmm,” Tom moaned as his cock swelled, quickly filling up his tight underwear. His 11 and a half inch cock poked out through the front of his briefs, the huge black man reached down and began stroking his big, veiny dick with both hands. Much to Tom’s surprise he didn’t stop at 11.5”, with each stroke he seemed to get bigger, 11.8”, 12”, 12.3”. “Da fuck was that shit?” Tom asked himself, his 12.9” cock and balls tingling as they grew. 13.4”, 14”, his stroking got faster, 14.5”, 15”, 16”, “Ohhhhhh, fuck yeah!” Tom moaned as he shot a huge load, which flew across the room hitting the wall. His stroking slowed as he shot another smaller wad. “Mmmm, wait ‘til Cynthia sees this,” Tom said to himself as he admired his 16” long, 10.5” around cock and an even larger pair of huge, sweaty black balls.