When you wake up in the morning, it seems just like every other day. As you go through your routine, you almost forget about the incident from the day before. That is, until you make your way into the kitchen and see the packaging, sitting on the counter where you left it. You frown at it, then head back to the bathroom. Removing your pajamas, you examine yourself carefully, trying to spot any changes, but being unsuccessful. Feeling vaguely uneasy, you get dressed and head to class.
You slog your way through your college classes, mostly bored and trying to keep your mind from wondering about yesterday. A welcome respite comes when you spot Carson Rudd in your History 201 class. Although he didn't know you existed, you couldn't help but crush on him. His easy smile and dazzling eyes would have been enough to pique your interest, but you had also had the good fortune, while in the university gym one day, to catch a glimpse of him through an open locker room door. Fresh out of the showers and about to don his clothes, lucky (and lustful) you had been able to see Carson in all his glory, if only for a second. However, it had made a lasting impact on you. Staring at Carson's back from your seat at the rear of the classroom, you recall that moment and feel your cheeks flush slightly. Pretending to stare at your textbook, you envision him in that instant, his toned muscles, his tight abs, his throbbing...
At that moment, you feel a strange sensation in your lower abdomen, and reluctantly return to reality from your daydream. Your jeans are a bit tight at the moment, but you dismiss the feeling as a simple reaction to your fantasy, and nothing more. Willing yourself to focus on the professor's lecture, you listen numbly to how ancient cultures made items out of clay, but only those items created after the technique for firing clay was discovered survived, since a clay form was transient. You are relieved when the lecture, and your classes for the day, are finally over. You still feel uncomfortable, but head home. Tossing your bag and books on the table, you head for your bedroom to change into a more casual outfit. You easily pull your t-shirt over your head and drop it on the bed, then unbutton your jeans and slide them off.
"What the...?" you start, looking down at an odd bulge in your underwear. Is it some sort of growth? Uneasily remembering what happened yesterday, you drop your underwear to the floor and stand there, staring down, your mouth agape. Where once lay a soft downy trail leading to your vagina, now standing tall was a vivid example of male genitalia. At first, you think you are dreaming, and gently poke it with an uncertain finger. You shiver as the sensation travels up your new appendage and throughout your body. No, it's definitely real.
Determined to figure out what is going on, you boldly reach for your new member and testes with both hands, stoicly ignoring the pleasurable sensations elicited. Reaching further back, you are stunned to realize that you no longer have a slit, and rather have smooth skin up to your anus. You run to the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror, dumbfounded. Gingerly, you reach over and wrap your hand around your penis and squeeze.
Which is when something strange happens. Although you feel the pressure, you also feel a strange shift. Removing your hand, you see the shape of your penis has changed, almost as though it was moldable, almost like...clay? But it feels like skin, and you definitely have nerve endings in it.... how can that be? But if it is clay, then maybe...
Desperate, you reach down with both hands, get a grip, and pull. At first, there is a little resisance, but then your hands smoothly move outward. However, the result is not what you expected. You release and look down, not believing your eyes. Rather than your new member releasing from your body, perhaps popping off like a prosthesis, instead you have now stretched your penis to the point where it hangs nearly to your knees, although it has not increased in girth. You reach down once more and run your hand along the length of it, causing it to begin to perk up and the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. There's no doubt now...it's a part of you, and it looks like you might be stuck with it.