You scroll through the app store, looking at what might be considered "magic apps". A lot of them are camera apps, which seems very suspicious to you. Many of them claim to change people's sex, ethnicity, and even species. Never-the-less, eventually you come across a non-camera related app titled "Tru*ism!" Intrigued by the name, you click on it and are greeted by an install page with a small blurb describing the app.
"Life is full of truths. Sometimes we wish certain things weren't, and sometimes that other things were! If that's you then this app is for you! Get the honest truth for about anything you could ever want. Even better, if it turns out it isn't the truth, you can make it so! For a limited time, all downloads of the app are completely free, forever because we here at SureSpeak (trademarked) are honest people!"
You crack a smile at the funny description of the app. What you really take away is the fact that the app isn't always free and is part of a promotion right now. Knowing this, you go ahead and hit download, since it looks like it doesn't rely on ad revenue usually and if it's bad you can just uninstall it. While a loading bar appears on top of the magic app store signifying your request, you scroll down to the reviews. It's got a pretty damn good rating of 4.6 with over a hundred-thousand reviews. You're surprised you haven't heard of the app before with such notoriety.
"This app literally changed my life! It's honest to god magical!" Said one review. The 'honest' was emboldened.
"What this app is actually good for is finding the deep truths about yourself… keep that in mind." Informed another review. Once again, the 'truths' was emboldened intentionally.
That was as far as you got. Your phone shook slightly, letting you know the app was installed. Backing out of the app store, you go home and see the app has already placed itself on your home screen. That's kind of annoying, since you usually keep your home screen blank for that clean look. It could be the magic app-store doing that however, so you don't knock the app any points mentally and click on it.
It expands to fill the screen, turning a calm paper white, before the SureSpeak logo appears briefly before stylistically looking like it was erased away. A text entry field eventually materialized over the paper backdrop and pulsed calmly. You tap it, and your keyboard slides up. Above the text box entry, a small phrase fades in with a hand written font.
"Write something that you want to be true, or you think is true. Write anything you want! The results are stored on your phone, and no where else. We promise."
You smirk. It promises? All right then, you'll take that bet.
"My cock is sixteen inches long." You type quickly into the field. You hit enter on your keyboard and it slides back out of view, and smirk to yourself as the borders of the text box pulse like its spinning.
Eventually, the text field turns slightly pink and you expect to be reprimanded by the app for your coarse input. Instead another string of text appears.
"Sorry, it looks like that is not true. Would you like to know why that's not true, or would you prefer to make that true?"
You tilt your head in confusion as two buttons appear with the words "Why is it so?" and "Make it so." appear below the pinkish-red text field where your keyboard was. With an airy laugh to yourself, you hit "Make it so." Who wouldn't want a fatter cock? The pinkish-red text box turns a whitish-blue.
"All right, making that the truth. As a matter-of-fact, I hope it helps you."
The borders of the now whitish-blue text box were spinning again. Your attention is yanked from the spinning border-- you inhale sharply as it feels like your dick is getting pulled outward, hard. It doesn't necessarily hurt, but the sensation causes you to drop your phone and bee-line your hands to your groin. Thankfully, it landed on your bed, not that you cared at the moment, your eyes squarely on your crotch as you yank your sweatpants away to see what is going on in your nethers.
You shudder silently as you both see and feel your rod, still flaccid, slide outward from your groin, filling the space in your underwear as it grows. It keeps growing and thickening until its more than three times the size as before. You feel weak as the flesh practically coils up in front of you, filling all available space. Eventually, the growth slows until your cock is what you can only assume to be sixteen inches long. The realization tickles your brain, and you feel it start to affect the base of your cock. You're so long now you can actually see the arousal traveling up your shaft, causing it to thicken up inch by inch. You turn your head and look at your phone.