Timothy woke up, the darkness covering his consciousness falling to the side reluctantly like the ice melting off of a lake in Spring. His vision was blurred as he felt himself lying on a soft surface, a blanket over his body. The blurry images and distant sounds slowly focussed themselves into a concerned-looking Saul, bending over Timothy.
"Hey there, hon... You allright?"
Timothy groaned. His muscles ached and he slowly lifted his hand to rub the aching lump on the top of his head. "I think so... What happened?"
Saul smiled, despite himself. "You, uh, you came."
"Hunh?"
"You came," Saul repeated. "You came so hard you knocked yourself out by hitting your head on the wall..."
Memories flooded back and Timothy groaned. "Gods, talk about stupid..." he muttered, ruefully.
Saul could only nod in agreement. "Well, for what it's worth, you really know how to put on a show..."
Timothy gradually sat up, Saul supporting him. He stared at the lump under the sheets that ran from between his legs down to the foot of the bed. It looked like he'd been storing firewood in a lone line down the center of his mattress...
"Is, uh, is all that, me?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Saul nodded. "It took a lot to drag you in here," he said, pulling back the covers. "I think you almost doubled your weight!"
Timothy could see why. His shaft, from all the times he'd said "Grow", had expanded between his legs until it now was a good four feet long -soft-, about ten inches thick and sporting a pair of testicles that were a bit bigger than a pair of basketballs... "Holy shit..." he muttered.
Saul nodded again. "You can say that again... Guess you won't be needing any viagra again, eh?"
Timothy shot Saul a withering glance as his friend grinned.
"Sorry, couldn't resist. The problem is, what now?"