“I know,” Jennifer grinned evilly, “how about I do you a little favor?”
“A favor?” Kyle stammered, “What do you mean favor?”
“Well I couldn’t help but notice that you’re kind of lacking when the squad and I pantsed you last week,” Jenny explained, “so I don’t suppose you’d mind if I gave you a little boost?”
“Y-you’re not talking about my… my crotch are you?” Kyle quailed.
“Damn straight, nerd pubes!” Jenny exclaimed, “So listen well, because when I’m through with you, inadequacy won’t be a problem for you anymore. I transform your package to grow until it looks like you’re smuggling a lumpy yoga ball down the front of your pants! You’re going to have a dick that’s as long as your legs, thick as tree trunk, and teamed up with balls the size of those space hoppers! And don’t worry about dying of blood loss when that monster stands at attention, that’s going to be the least of your concerns. You’ll have to wear special pants and underwear with a pouch just for your family jewels, and one just for your monster cock. Oh, and you’ll cum buckets! You’ll cum half your weight in jizz at least when you orgasm. It’ll stink, too, and it’s gonna stink gooooood, so good that it gets hypnotic if you take it out of your pants. So hypnotic that it might compel people to want your new dick, want it inside them, want you to blow out their backsides with it and fill them with your white hot sauce!
“Now what to dare you with?” Jennifer then pondered, “I dare you to go to school and try to deal with lugging your gigantic junk around everywhere, constantly feeling hormonal and horny, inconvenienced by your figurative white elephant trunk wherever you go. Think that’s a fair deal?”
“Well I… um…,” Kyle struggled for a response, the sound of the line going dead cut off his train of thought. At that moment, the young man felt a sharp and intense burning pain in his crotch. As though his skin was melting and boiling like candle wax, his genitals began to transform and grow. The front of his pants burst apart, denim scraps and zipper teeth ripped to smithereens as the gigantic mass that was his monstrous meat exploded forth. His balls landed heavily on the floor with a room rattling thud, shooting agony up his spine. His ridiculous dick flopped over the top of his giant sack like a fat, limp elephant trunk, capped by a pale red glans the size of a large watermelon.
A couple other changes happened to him as his cock reached its new girth, something the heavier pounding in his chest made him quite aware of. It seemed his heart got much stronger to accommodate the sudden addition to his body. Not just that but his legs felt stiffer and hardier than they used to, and his hips were stretched out to twice their old width. Turning to look behind him, he found that his butt and glutes had gotten a lot bigger too. Then like magic the torn scraps of his pants began to glow and float up into the air, reforming themselves around his new meat and becoming something that would preserve what little modesty he could muster with such a massive amount of genitalia. His new pants had separate pockets for his ballsack and his dick to fit into, sealed up with a pair of zippers and buttons on either side, and another zipper at the tip of the cock pocket.
The magic glow and the boiling pain came to an end, leaving Kyle Perkins with his newly transformed body to deal with. It was too much for the pubescent young man to handle, and he felt a sharp nausea staring at his new, ridiculously proportioned package.
“Guys,” he said, turning to look at his friends, “help me!”