Monday morning had begun and Joel lay sprawled across his bed, the morning sun beaming through the window onto his face and shaggy blonde hair. Shying from the light he turned away before slightly opened his eyes, adjusting to the bright world outside. It was so tempting to close his eyes again, “Just 10 more minutes...” his mind begged tenaciously.
After a moment, Joel sighed and threw back his covers, know that he would never get back to sleep. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed and standing to walk into the bathroom, his mind processed that something was... different about him than last night, but in his half-asleep state, he didn't make the connection from drinking the vial last night, and what that would mean this morning.
Getting into the bathroom and dropping his boxers, he was greeted by the weight of something very heavy hanging off his crotch. Suddenly wide awake again, Joel recalled drinking the stallion vial last night. Looking down, he was met with the sight of a large, dark-brown furred sheath, with a huge sack covered in the same fur, stretched with large, round orbs hanging below it. Still completely flaccid, his sheath alone was about 8-9 inches long, and so big around that if he would make a circle between his fingers with both hands, he would only be able to touch the tips of his thumbs and middle fingers together. His balls hung low and pendulous in their furred sack, each about the size of a large cantaloupe.
Joel really wanted to try out his new equipment, but the need to pee won out. Frowning, he wondered how he would direct the stream into the bowl without getting an erection... Finally, he decided on laying across the toilet so the opening of his sheath was above the bowl. Letting loose, he sighed in content a moment later as he finished relieving the pressure. Standing back up, he grabbed some TP and gently inserted his hand into his sheath to take care of any drops left behind. The feeling of his hand in the warm, damp sheath quickly turned him on, and his cock started to emerge.
Jerking his hand back, Joel watched as inch after inch of flesh poured out of his sheath, quickly getting to about 22-23 inches in length - still soft! As he watched, the shaft started to harden, slowly rising up to hover before his eyes at an astounding 28 inches long, and as big around as a wine bottle!
Looking at the blunt, slightly flared head as it bobbed before him in time with his heartbeat, Joel licked his lips and his balls started to churn, pushing a small dollop of pre out the slit at the end of his new member.
Pausing, he debated if he should pleasure himself now, or wait till later.