Tom blearily opened his eyes and pulled himself out of bed. The memories of last night's dream were still fresh in his mind. Tom cringed internally, praying that he didn't cum himself in his sleep. It wasn't the end of the world, but it was still kind of embarrassing. He got up and looked at his crotch. No sign of stains, but, something was off. His briefs felt tighter for some reason. He adjusted them, to no success. It was like his underwear shrank last night. Slightly miffed, pulled them off, then froze.
His dick had grown last night. It hung low, reaching the middle of his upper thigh.
"Holy shit," whispered Tom. "That's...that thing must be a foot long!" A tingling feeling filled his cock. He could feel skin stretching as his manhood started to lengthen and thicken. He thought he was getting hard at first, but other than growing larger, his dick wasn't changing at all. As its growth finally stopped, Tom wondered how long it was. Something told him that it was precisely 12 inches long.
Tom thought about the dream he had last night. There was something "dreams" and "reality," in there. It couldn't be true, though. There had to be a rational explanation for...well, no there wasn't. "Spontaneous cock growth" wasn't something that could be explained rationally.
Tentatively, Tom whispered, "I'm wearing boxers, and they fit."
The air around Tom's legs began to darken, taking on the form of a plaid, spacious pair of boxers. They solidified, and in that instant, Tom could feel the soft fabric against his skin. His heart raced.
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