Every since then, I felt a pain between my legs. It was radiating from my...um...clitoris, but it was almost my entire waist and hips that felt the pain. I went through my classes to the best of my ability, and went to my dorm to rest.
My roommate wasn't there. She was probably still in class. I began to try to massage my hips on my bed, but nothing helped. I took off my pants and panties and gave myself a look for a rash or something. I wasn't active sexually, so I assumed it probably wasn't an STD.
I did notice my clitoris was a little swollen and tender. Any touch to it was a mix of extra pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through my body. Painfully, I put my pants back on, without my panties because the pressure they created caused too much pain.
I laid on my back, as the pain went farther, going across my entire body eventually as an ache, and I felt like I might have had a fever. I wet a towel, and put it across my forehead, and laid down again.
I eventually fell asleep, and the curse began it's effect. I moaned painfully in bed as my clitoris slowly continued to swell, and lengthen, slowly turning into a penis. It eventually reached 4 inches, erect, when it finally had the full shape of a penis.
The tent it created on my sweat pants was obvious, as it throbbed with its newly formed veins. It remained the same for a few minutes, but then started to thicken and lengthen. As this entire process continued, my moans of pain slowly turned into moans of pleasure. My new penis slowly grew with every pulse of blood that rushed through it, making it grow longer and thicker, and stronger.
The tent on my pants grew larger and larger, as its supporting beam forced the waist band off my waist as it grew. It eventually, forced down against my body by my pants, began to peak out of my waist band, as it continued to lengthen and swell, larger and larger.
It eventually swelled to about 12 inches long, and the head of it pressed against my right breast, and moved away as I swayed my hips in pleasure and my torso shifted. It was almost as big around as a soda can, and it stopped growing. Eventually the pleasure stopped, and I woke up.
I felt the pressure of an organ pressing against me, but I didn't know what. I rubbed my eyes, and looked around. I didn't feel sick anymore. Actually, I felt great. I twisted off my bed, stood up, and felt my new erect member move about. I looked down, and let out the loudest scream of my life.
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