Stephen looked at the clock. 10PM.
"Well, I'm going to just go to bed now, I think. After all, I've been tired recently."
At that, Stephen threw the clothes he had worn that day on the floor, and got into bed...
At about 2AM he woke to a strange feeling. He felt a chill. That wasn't that strange. The heating in the building was terrible. The strange thing was the location of the chill...
He felt it on the tip of his penis.
Stephen had always been a touch small. About 5 inches long hard, and 3 inches around.
He reached down to his crotch, and was surprised to feel something much thicker that he was used to. In fact, he couldn't even get his hand around it... It had to be at least 7 inches around!
He followed the shaft with his hand, right down to the now very defined mushroom head, which sure enough was peaking out of the covers over the side of the bed.
He jumped out of bed, ran over to his desk, and found a ruler. He didn't even need to turn on the light to confirm. He was longer than 12 inches. So, he ran to his closet and dug out a yardstick, and flipped on the lights.
There, sticking straight out from his groin was a 20-inch boner.
He walked over to his e-mail.
10 spam messages... Four about refinancing mortgages, but he knew the curse wouldn't apply to that. After those were 5 with the same line "Grow you manhood up to 3 inches in length and 20% in girth!" The last one he had gotten explain its state "Order Viagren now! All natural! Harder, longer-lasting erections!"
"Well, this isn't so bad, now is it? With the weight I've lost, and this new equipment, I should surely find some new popularity," said Stephen as he climbed back in bed, a 20-inch "finger" pointing straight up toward the ceiling as he laid on his back.