Allison was woken by a shout. She opened her eyes, seeing her mother rapidly backing out of the room, staring pointedly away.
“Oh, Allison! I don’t know why you won’t take some care!”
Then she remembered- her cock! She’d left it hanging out last night. She looked down. It was still a solid four and a half inches, even soft. She was a grower, not a shower.
She still had her breasts, too.
Allison pulled out her phone and opened the app. A new sentence appeared- “A girl is sat on her bed, looking at her soft 4-inch penis.” She smiled slyly to herself, and hit the text box. She deleted “4”, replacing it with- she almost laughed- “13”.
She threw the device aside and looked down at her soft dick, still hanging out. She watched, almost overcome with pleasure, as it began to widen, swelling and fattening. Veins plumped up, pumping blood through it. Then the cock began to expand, lengthening rapidly, fulfilling its potential as Allison’s glistening, glorious fuckpole.
It hung down to her knees, fat and rich, even soft. But the changes weren’t done.
Her balls, previously on the small side of average, swelled up, hanging heavy halfway down her thigh. They were heavy to hold, and clearly full and fertile.
Allison’s average cock had been smooth and bare, but no longer. Coarse black hair pushed itself up and outward, until it formed a thick carpet of virility stretching from one hipbone to the other.