...that something's changed, that's for sure.
Josh was the first to awake. As usual, his teenage hormones ensured he parted his evening's dreams with demanding, morning wood. Grinding his hardon against his bed's sheets, arms wrapped around his pillow, eyes closed, he moaned softly, the sensation of his shaft against fabric sending shivers up his spine. Rocking his hips, his dry humping continuing, it took him several seconds to realize that something was distinctly different about his dick. It felt like his jeans were cutting off circulation half-way up the shaft, and the head throbbed just below his sternum. Indeed, the entire length felt incredibly sensitive, and as he came to sense his body weight pushing his cock into the bed, he could feel that his penis was nearly as thick as his arm.
"Holy shit." he said, jumping up in bed, eyes wide awake. Looking down at his chest, he stared at his monstrous cock, protruding up past his tight waistband and bobbing rock-hard between his pecs. Strange, brown, bundled folds of skin engulfed a few of the inches poking up from his jeans, while the rest of his exposed mahogany-colored dick looked soft and spongy, bulging with pulsating veins. The head, no longer mushroom-shaped, was fat and flat, and leaked a gooey precum that had slicked, pleasurably, his upper-shaft.
Quickly snapping his jeans open with a soft moan and sigh of relief, finally allowing blood-flow to return to normal into his dick, Josh marveled at his cock as he shucked his jeans. Groping his balls in his confining boxers, he could feel something had changed there too. They felt swollen, his entire scrotum pushing against his boxer's fabric, demanding freedom, ready to rip free, having grown to softball sized spheres.
In the other room, Jesse was just waking to find that he too had a donkey's dick and balls now between his legs...