I sat at the computer staring at the two sentences I had written. Why did I think that was a good idea? It's too weird for me to ignore it.
I shut the computer off. I was further than I had been previously and I still had another day to work on it, so once again, I put it off. I swiped up my dick and walked over to my bed. It felt so weird in my palm, which I had never really noticed when the sensation of touching it was so overpowering before. There was a problem, however.
"God, was it always so small?" I muttered. I took it off while I had an erection, and it hadn't gone down while it was on the desk. This was anything but flattering.
"I wish it were bigger," I said disappointedly. I was so distracted with the disembodied penis that I had forgotten about the ring. Very quickly my dick inflated from MAYBE five inches to a mind-boggling eleven inches.
The details from there were pretty fuzzy. I remember that seeing it so big and hard (yet still malleable), I became compelled to play with it. I swung it around like a slinky and watched it flop to and fro. Then, like in a cartoon that needs some instant conflict, my dick slipped from my hand and flew to the door as Mia walked in.
"Crap, I forgot to lock the door," I thought as my literal, actual genitals slapped into my big sister's face with a sound like two hands clapping.
When the dick finally fell to the floor, I looked at Mia's face, and she looked...