Chapter 3: Rising Action
Mason watched has his cock and balls on it own, point to the sky. Getting up his the tip of his cock hovering over his face, it still pointed skyward.
While a bit unnerving to see ones manhood at such an inexplicable angle, Mason couldn't deny the surge of excitement coursing through his veins. Gravity defied him, and the absurdity tickled the recesses of his mind, an inlecTabile amalgamation of hilarity and arousal.
Mason let out a soft laugh, muttering, "So this is how it feels to be on top of the world." He couldn't resist examining this strange phenomenon.
His body, already devoid of energy, swayed slightly, its alterations pushing him off balance. Determined, he plucked up the courage to observe his handiwork up close.
The inflated monster diverged from his body at an angle visible even to a layman's eye. And that image in the moonlit night emboldened him to reverently trace the firm surface of his balloon cock. The nerves tingled with pleasure, and he marveled at something which was too unreal to believe.
He felt very unbalance his pelvis begin forces to pivot to the will of his balloon shaft. Mason thinking quickly find some rope and ties his waist to a secure part of his house. With difficulty due to over three foot long balloon and overinflated basketball tesicles and feeling more of his weight leaving him.
Mason couldn't help but feel a twinge of exhilaration as he marveled at his physical transformation. The eerie silence of the night punctuated by the distant hoot of an owl created an intimacy that fueled his desire for the outrageous. This was the perfect setting for his caprices, his previously concealed desires bubbling forth as if a dam had burst deep within him. The stiff breeze chafed softly against his body, whispering silent confessions to the trees, tempting them to embrace the scandalous secret being revealed tonight.
Lightly touching his balloon shaft causing it to squeak. Mason shudders from the feeling and sound. Then looking at his balls reach beach ball size and couldn't help but enjoy their presence.
How fragile and delicate everything seemed once compared to his inflated genitalia. He tried, with amusement, to bounce them in his hands, only to end up becoming unbalanced, tumbling forward to catch himself just in time before falling flesh first on his newest "toys."
Gasping for breath, Mason narrowly avoided turning a delightful, natural evening into a catastrophic, awkward display of his unique condition.
He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation; after all, an inflated balloon cock, hovering precariously over his head, wasn't your everyday, run-of-the-mill occurrence.
The ludicrous positioning of his genitalia proved to be a double-edged sword; Mason's body was nearly level with the imposing phallus stretching toward the sky, while his ears and senses were assaulted with tantalizing and inescapable sounds.