March 16, Part 1

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Monroe yawned and stretched out as the morning sunlight filtered through his blinds to stir the collared lizard awake.

He had crashed hard after an exhausting evening the night before. It had been a great party, and he had a lot of fun, but it went way longer than he expected. He rolled over and looked at the clock. 10:06. Fuck.

Monroe was still in the honeymoon period at his new job in London, and he was trying not to make any poor impressions with his employers. Showing up several hours late was not going to do him any favors.

The lizard threw off the covers and rolled out of bed, taking one step toward the bathroom before noticing something felt off. Something heavy slapped against his shins. Monroe looked down and gasped. His balls were huge!

Monroe was already exceptionally well-endowed, packing a dick nearly a foot long and balls to match. But their new size was downright obscene: Somehow, overnight, his cock had tripled — if not quadrupled — in size and length, and his nuts had grown to match, hanging low enough to nearly reach his ankles.

Just seeing his junk at this size was enough to get the lizard half-hard. He ran a hand along the side of his shaft and felt a powerful wave of pleasure surge through him. Fuck, that’s good, Monroe thought. He was already late, he reasoned as he walked toward the shower. What’s a few more minutes to let a load out?

Then again, Monroe could barely fit his enhanced equipment in the shower. He did the best he could given the circumstances, slouching against the wall as he gave his dick another long, two-handed stroke. That same surge of pleasure rolled through him. The reptile found himself lost in bliss for a moment…

…until his head crashed into the ceiling. Monroe looked down in surprise. His genitals weren’t the only things growing, it would seem. The lizard had outgrown the shower in moments, apparently as an effect of rubbing his new endowment. Not only that, but his muscles were noticeably larger in proportion to his body, with newfound strength running through his frame. The musclebound lizard was beginning to find his entire bathroom a bit tight for his growing, increasingly beefy frame. He knew he had to stop. He was already too massive, and each stroke just made him grow even larger.

But the ecstasy was too much to resist. He resumed stroking, easily outgrowing his building in a matter of seconds. Monroe kept going, addicted to the feeling of growth, until he finally topped out at about 1,000 feet — every stroke still as pleasurable as the first, but no longer granting any more size.

Monroe didn’t mind. At this height, he towered over the city; hell, his balls alone were bigger than most of the buildings downtown. And the volume inside them was awe-inspiring: A steady stream of precum was pouring down from his throbbing cock, directly into the River Thames. Within moments, the river began to overflow its banks, and Monroe soon felt a mixture of river water and lizard pre moistening his soles as it flooded the streets of London.

The feeling of unrivaled size and power was incredible, and Monroe was in half a mind to jerk off right away, just to see how much he could flood the city once he’d reached completion. But first, he had something else he wanted to try — and if it worked, he might have an even bigger load to shoot.

Monroe walked toward Westminster Abbey. The journey was much quicker at this size compared to when he’d take the Underground. A few steps, and he was there! His prize wasn’t the Abbey, however, but Elizabeth Tower nearby — colloquially known as Big Ben.

The lizard pulled the tower right out of the ground as if it were a tent stake. He looked the trinket over for a moment, comparing it to his meaty shaft. This will be perfect.

With one hand, he hefted his cock upward, and with the other, he began to lower Big Ben into his urethra. A booming moan escaped the lizard’s mouth as he felt the tower brush against his dick’s internal walls. It was one thing to rub the outside of his cock, but another entirely to feel the inside massaged in such a way.

Monroe worked the tower down eagerly, but gently, until the famous landmark had vanished with no trace except the conspicuous bulge in Monroe’s genitals. He allowed it to rest in his shaft for a moment, feeling his urethral walls clench around it with each euphoric throb. The pressure was enough to break the tower into pieces, and eventually the chunks slid into his enormous nuts, producing audible plops as they fell into the oceans of lizard cum churning inside.

Monroe chuckled. He’d just made the most famous clock in the world disappear. Who was going to say he was late for work now?