12 DAYS OF GROWTHMAS – December 11th (Patreon)

Max’s holiday vacation was starting early this year. December was always exhausting, so he’d taken all of his time off before Christmas so he’d be ready to work the week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. This Friday would be his last working day for a little while.

Max was busy kneading dough in the back room, keeping an eye on the pastries in the oven. But there was something else on his mind. Every time he passed the big polished fridge, he was scanning for further changes to his physique. He had woken up this morning with the same 18-inch hard-on and the same remarkable body to match. But he was hungry for what would come next.

The night before, he’d dreamed that his already-substantial balls had begun to swell. Already as big as chicken eggs to start, they fattened and grew until they were as big as coconuts. In his dream, he cupped them and shook them a little, and he could hear the cum audibly sloshing around inside as it accumulated.

He was smiling as he woke up, his face covered in cum and his monster dick jumping up and down on his chest.

What a way to start the day.

His smile shrank as he realized his balls were, in fact, still only slightly larger than average.

“Come on, guys,” he said, giving them a little squeeze. “I need you guys bigger too. Way bigger. Maybe coconut-sized. Or even cantaloupe-sized! Fuck, that would be hot.”

His mind couldn’t let go of the image of his package augmented by a giant set of balls. He rubbed another one out in the shower, thinking about it.

Now, at work, his apron concealed most of his ludicrous bulge. The only problem was that he couldn’t stop touching his cock, so the fabric between his crotch and his knees was covered in telltale flour prints.

It was only when he stopped thinking about it that the changes started.

It was evening, and Max was getting his workout in at the gym before they closed. His gym buddy Jonas was only a few machines away.

Max was in a black tank top and a ridiculously tiny pair of shorts. His anaconda was still over a foot long soft, and it had been a little tricky squeezing everything into it. The gym wasn’t crowded, but he knew that everyone in it was aware of him, eyeing bulge between his legs.

When he squatted, his package actually touched the ground now. Jonas dropped by every now and then between sets to grab a handful of it.

“Hey. I want you to fuck me under the shower again later. I’ve been thinking about your massive schlong all day.”

“Can’t get enough, huh?” asked Max. “Sure, I’ll meet you in there. Go ahead, I’ve got one more set.”

Jonas walked away and Max took a seat to do some leg extensions. He reorganized his bulge in his lap and started the set.

Weirdly, his legs felt tired earlier than usual. But it wasn’t because of the weight—it had more to do with the mass on top of his legs. Was there suddenly more of it than seconds ago?

“Oh, damn. Here we go,” said one of the gnomes, watching from the ceiling.

“Let’s see how big those spunk machines can get,” his companion added.

“Oh, shit, it’s happening!” Max shouted.

Luckily he was the only one left on the gym floor. He slammed the weights back into place and stood up. His package already seemed to be bulging out further, by a couple of inches!

“Will you look at this? Now this is a real set of cock and balls!”

The Aussiebum shorts he was wearing were starting to tear as the two spheres within continued to expand. As they surpassed coconut size, they suddenly started to swell even faster.

“Fuck, yeah! Give me some big-ass balls, Santa!”

The gnomes arched their eyebrows at each other.

Max arched his back and his soft 16-inch cock popped out of his shorts—there was room for it in there anymore. His shorts almost looked like a bra now, overinflated by his ridiculously large sack.

Max walked toward the locker room, but he had some trouble getting used to the new weight. His balls seemed to be getting in the way of his legs. They began to swing back and forth as he moved. They seemed even more noticeable than just seconds ago.

“Fuck, they’re still getting bigger, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are!” sang the gnomes from behind him.

“Jonas?” Max shouted as he arrived at the showers.

Another man, walking the other way, left the locker room at a run when he saw Max’s gym shorts, stretched to the limit by his prodigious nut sack.

“I’m here! I—”

When Jonas saw Max standing in the doorway, his voice died in his throat.

Max stopped, and his shorts chose that moment to explode with a loud bang. His balls tumbled down against his shins as scraps of torn fabric floated to the floor.

“I think I’ve grown again,” Max said, unnecessarily.

Jonas, already naked and wet, drew closer. He reached out to touch one of Max’s balls. Then he put his whole hand around one, then the other, gathering them up, until he was holding the whole sack in his arms like two large puppies.

“Are you kidding me?! These are fucking basketballs! Maybe even bigger! Holy fuck, how?”

Max grinned. “Just lucky, I guess! Every other day or so I have a growth spurt and I’ve just been growing so fucking much!”

“Are you still—”

“Getting bigger? Hell, I hope so! I wanna be fucking massive! I think Santa wants me to be the biggest, baddest bitch out there.”

Max’s cock had been slowly swelling, and now it reached its full 18-inch length, pressing against Jonas’s Adam’s apple.

He leaned in. “You ready to be inflated with cum, little man?”

December 13th.