Carl woke up the next morning to the sound of his alarm, interrupting the alarming and highly erotic dream about witches dance around him and tying him to a maypole with his own cock.
It was not a dream, at least the cock part. It was huge. It was beyond enormous. It was, in plain fact, dangling down off the bed and a couple feet across the floor.
And the alarm was still going.
Carl swatted at the snooze button instinctively, but instead hit the timer button, suddenly advancing the clock by rapid minutes and as this happened, his cock started growing. Rapidly. Four inches every hour, to be precise, and with the hours wizzing by like seconds, Carl's cock had grown ten feet before he hit the snooze alarm.
It was insane, but Carl had the presence of mind to try the timer-reverse button, and watched as the clock sped backwards and his cock reeled in. Eventually he released it, when it was just up past his ankles, and Carl then stood there and watched as the minutes ticked by and his cock very slowly grew an inch in fifteen minute. Which was actually insanely fast, of course, but not as fast as it was when he was resetting the clock.
Carl got an old analog watch his father had given him and tried resetting the dials. Sure enough, his cock grew and shrank in relation to that as well. He reeled it back up to a pornographic but possible foot and a half, then got his clothes on and got ready for school, feeling the incredibly erotic feeling as the minutes ticked by and his cock grew.
This was insane, but with a way to keep it in check, this curse had turned into a blessing in disguise.