A Big Wish - Part 3

Garett woke up. The genie was gone. He was alone in his apartment. It was dark and quiet--Garett didn’t know how long his impromptu nap had lasted, but it certainly felt like hours. 

To find out, he reached for his nearby laptop and flipped it open just enough to peer at the time. 10:20. He should be heading to bed in a few hours anyway. Might as well start his winding-down routine. 

Garett heaved himself up from the couch and wandered his way into the bathroom. He half-consciously applied toothpaste to his brush and started brushing his teeth while simultaneously using his free hand to undo his belt and drop his pants to take a leak. 

As soon as his hand grasped the python below his belly, Garett spat out a mouthful of foam all over the wall. It wasn’t a weird dream. The genie was real. His wish was real. And now he’d gone from being under to well overhung. 

Garett had to suck in his gut a bit to get a better look, but he wasn’t so chunky that he couldn’t see his nether regions at all, although it required bending over a bit. What he saw was a truly impressive member--even completely soft it hung 5 or 6 inches, the fattest hog Garett had ever seen. Grasping it in his hand, it was both heavier and thicker than his former cock was fully engorged. 

All thoughts of urination forgotten, Garett pulled the foreskin back to take a look at the broad, pink head, then he examined the shaft, his lower-hanging and equally expanded nuts, the network of deep veins visible even flaccid. It seemed almost brand new--the general features and disposition of hair were the same, but all the details had changed. The tip of his cock was now broader with a gaping slit for a urethra, the skin seemed thicker, and the shape was far more imposing.

All this groping and excitement naturally started causing blood to start pumping in that special way, and as Garett watched his massive cock began to slowly engorge with each pump of his heart. A few seconds and the shaft start to lengthen and hang even lower, easily 7 inches long, and then it started to rise up and out as it fattened up even further, the veins growing in size and number. 

At 8 inches it was still hanging down at a 45-degree angle, the foreskin still completely covering his helmet. It was already as big as any cock he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing personally and it was still getting bigger. Another few pulses, another half-inch. Now it was easily longer and much thicker than any dick he’d been with and most any he’d seen online.

And it still wasn’t done. Another few moments and the foreskin started to retract ever so slightly revealing the broad tip in a sign that he was finally reaching full excitement. Another moment and another half-inch, half his head revealed as the skin stretched itself back over the advancing tide of cockmeat.

After a few pulses where it just seemed to twitch in the open air, Garett guessed he was done. His old dick usually stuck out and upward, rising towards the sky like a little red rocket. This thing stuck out straight as a nail, held down by its own mass and the roll of flab competing for space just above it--a roll that had made him seem far smaller standing up than he appeared now.

Garett practically ran to his bedroom to find a tape measure, his new dong bobbing up and down with such force that it was almost painful how it would tug on his groin or how his balls would slap against his thighs. Finding it, he laid back on his bed, dick jutting straight into the air, and held the tape measure against the base while running it along his length. 

Nine point five inches. All of it his. 

Just reading the number caused a small spurt of pre to come gushing out of his slit. Using it to lubricate the head, he started jacking himself in long, slow, languid movements, luxuriating in his length and how his hold hand only barely encompassed his girth. The sensation was familiar, almost like if he’d just use but two fingers to pleasure himself on his old cock, but it was different too. New. And incredibly intense.

As soon as he realized that he had more than enough room for a second hand, it didn’t take Garett long. A few strokes and he began to pump his load out in fiery jets that splattered all over his chubby torso. Five squirts flew a few feet in the air, followed by less powerful pumps that produced flowing rivers of cum that ran down his shaft to make a mess in his pubes. 

Garett luxuriated in the afterglow for a few moments before he remembered the second part of his wish. Still covered in jizz, he went back to the living room for his laptop and checked in at several dating and porn sites he’d bookmarked. Garett found out that was impressive as his new tool was, he was still on the small side of average in this new world he’d wished into existence.