Working, as always.

All the circumcised guys in the fem-fraternity had become heavily endowed after using it, but for some reason they scolded anyone uncut that even mentioned the odd item. After hours, he managed to steal it away to his room so he could show them that there was no reason he and the others shouldn’t be allowed to use it. Slipping it over and around his shaft and balls, he pushed the oddly warm metal ring snug against his soft figure; it took effect immediately.
His shaft grew erect, and then some, throbbing and pulsing, bulking larger with every beat of his heart, his balls swelling to match. A light stroke of his shaft sent it surging larger, gaining nearly half an inch in length, and half that in width in a single movement, forcing an unfortunately loud moan escaped him. Placing his hands over his mouth, he could hear his dorm mates begin to stir.
Panicked, he plunges his hands down toward the ring, rubbing either side of his turgid rod as they move, causing it to have a sudden burst of growth that tugs tightly at his foreskin. It all becomes clear as a chain reaction begins; his shaft thickens, further stretching his foreskin, stimulating it to repeat the process. His engorged testicles begin pushing their excess produce up and out of his possessed member, the feel of his own hot seed oozing over his taught flesh adds further effect.
He tries for the ring again, but it won’t budge; he’s grown to large to pull it off. Half his original size longer, but three times as thick, with two near grapefruit sized testicles pulling his scrotum tight as a drum, he had become larger than even the largest of his mates that he’d seen, to the point of being comedic.
Pounding on the door. They know what he’s done. The question is, is there anything they can do.

Sure! ^w^
Not that much, no.
I don’t really know that I have one. I think maybe putting lots of honey in my tea, or lots of cream in my coffee is about the closest to what would be considered a guilty pleasure.
Indeed, but not quite in that way. Being rather small, and more willing, whenever there’s any inflation involved, I’m usually the one on the receiving end.
Nope, because it’s not the big belly that interests me, it’s the fact that it’s swelling, being treated like a balloon, stretching larger and growing tighter as it’s pushed to its limit and beyond.
Most likely the ten years one. For bursting to be done right, there needs to be a good buildup, and it has to be a somewhat rare event, so at most only a small handful of people could be affected by it before it just became boring.
Yes, generally just in terms of muscle though, which is why I work out before bed nearly every night. Not so much for being bloated, though.
Dark; is good for the heart, and for some reason it just goes well with a cold winter night.
Nope, they actually scare the hell out of me still.

All are good options. I’m not as particular about what a character is filled with, so much as how they’re filled.

All of the above! Though only two of them at a time, otherwise it’s just too much going on, leaving no real room for anything.
MORE COCOA D:< And maybe little marshmallows.
It varies day to day. I like making others go boom, but who doesn’t like seeing a fluffy little bunny puff up and ‘splode once in a while?
HOT COCOA, KIELBASA, CHEESE, AND CRACKERS. ALSO SEX.
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