This choice: Tom makes a minor change to himself • Go Back...Chapter #8Tom makes a minor change to himself by: RoyalJelly   My dick is big enough to create a bulge in my pants that no woman can ignore, thought Tom.
A shiver ran down Tom's spine as he felt his cock grow longer and thicker inside his boxers. He willed himself to not stiffen; he could magic away the consequences of getting hard in public, but he still wanted to avoid any awkwardness. His manhood continued to snake out and thicken. He shifted uncomfortably, realizing that the crotch of his jeans was growing tighter by the second. He glanced down, and saw a growing bulge in his pants; it looked like he was smuggling a large zucchini down there. He pulled at the denim, trying to loosen its death grip on his now-behemoth cock, but to no avail. Every spare bit of space in the crotch of his jeans was being occupied by his dick. When he looked up, he saw Maria walking back to the table, staring at his package. She stood there, ogling him.
"Got your smoothie?" asked Tom. Maria said nothing. "Hey, Maria? I see you got your smoothie." More silence. "Hey! Maria!"
"Oh," said Maria. She shook her head, eyes not leaving Tom's junk once. "Yeah, yeah I did." She kept staring.
"You can sit down, Maria."
"I'd kinda prefer to stand."
Tom resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His powers had apparently taken "no woman can ignore" a bit too seriously. "Maria, please sit down in your chair."
Maria gave a disgruntled sigh and sat down in her chair. The instant that her generous ass touched her seat, however, she leaned to down and to the side, continuing to maintain a good view of Tom's bulge.
"Maria, my eyes are up here," said Tom, gesturing at his face.
"Yeah but your dick's down there." She reached out and poked Tom's crotch. He felt a twitch in his nethers.
"What the hell's gotten into you?" asked Tom. He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to know for sure.
"What?" asked Maria, still transfixed. "I thought you'd be used to this by now, right? You've had people staring at that monster for years."
There was a long pause as Tom considered the ramifications of his wish. "Years?"
"Yeah, dude, remember? We all almost flunked math in senior year because Mrs. Lopez was practically drooling on her desk looking at you. They had to bring in a male substitute." She glanced up at him for an instant, the flashing of her eyes betraying her resentment at Tom's sudden discomfort. "Besides, it's not like I'm the only one here doing it."
Tom looked up at the counter. The barista was craning her neck to catch a better angle of Tom's crotch. He looked over to the side. The two sorority girls had lost interest in their study session, and had stood up to stare at his bulge. As he glanced around the room, he saw every woman in the cafe was eyeing his newfound endowment, transfixed with a lust that bordered on hunger.
"Oh. Yeah, I see that now."
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