"Yeah Mom...my dick is swollen."
Karen gasped, "Your WHAT, young man?"
"Sorry Mom...my...penis is swollen...my nu-...testicles too."
Karen sat back a little, "Well, honey, you are probably going through some changes...it could be the WICK-Tropin. I'm sure it's normal. It is a growth hormone, after all."
"I don't know Mom...it doesn't LOOK normal." Jacob paused for a few seconds then asked, "Would you...?"
Karen leaned in, "Would I what sweetie?"
Jacob then looked up into his mom's eyes, "Would you...look at it...for me?"
Karen replied in a loud whisper, "Your pe...penis?"
Jacob nodded his head, "To make sure everything is okay."
Karen slowly shook her head, "Jake. I don't..."
"Please, Mom? I'm sort of worried that there might be something wrong with me."
Karen could see the genuine worry on her son's face. Her son trusted her enough to come to her...she could not rebuke him.
Moments later, they found themselves in Jacob's room. Karen sat on his bed, and Jacob stood facing her. "Alright, Jake...let's see what the fuss is all about."
"Okay...here goes." Jacob hooked his thumbs inside the waistbands of his sleep pants and underwear then lowered them to about his knees. Karen jerked back in shock as his dick sprang up. She put her hand up to her mouth, "OH MY LORD!!"
Karen could not believe her eyes. Her son's penis was enormous. It was about a foot long and as thick as her wrist. His enlarged testicles were about the size of oranges. She attempted to avert her eyes but found herself strangely captivated by the sight of this monster that was attached to her son.
Karen leaned in a little closer, and an unfamiliar scent filled her nostrils. It was unlike any smell she had ever experienced. She felt light-headed and slightly aroused. "Oh my. Jake, when did this happen?"
Jacob shrugged his shoulders, "It happened last night...I woke up like this." Jacob looked down at his cock, "Mom...do, you think this is okay?"
Karen continued to stare, "Sweetie...I'm not sure...I mean, it looks normal. It's just so...BIG!" Karen sat back up straight, "We should probably take you to see Dr. Grant. This must be a side effect of the WICK-Tropin."
"Should we tell Dad?"
Karen threw up her hand, "NO!! We can't tell your father. He was adamantly against you trying this from the beginning. I'm not ready for him to find out I went behind his back."
"So, we hide it from him?"
Karen nodded, "Yes, for now. I'm sure Dr. Grant will have a solution."
"I hope he does." Jacob grabbed his dick with his right hand. "It hurts...and it won't go down."
Karen thought for a second and then said, "Maybe try a cold shower...that's supposed to help."
Jacob sighed, "Cold shower? Seriously Mom?."
Karen scrunched her face and whispered, "Well, you could try...masturbation." Karen was raised to believe masturbation was a sin, but she was no fool. She knew every teenage boy engaged in the activity. It did, however, feel strange to suggest such a thing to her son.
"I tried already, but I can't seem to finish." He began to slowly stroke the shaft. Karen put up her hand and turned her head, "JACOB...stop that!! Just...put that thing away!"