Carl woke with a start and instinctively reached down between his legs. He'd just had a dream that his cock had been growing beyond control! Ridiculous, isn't it?
Sure enough, it wasn't a dream. It had been 14.5 hours since the curse, and with his morning wood his cock was sticking up five feet into the air. As Carl came fully into consciousness and the erection began to wear off, he discovered with great relief that much of the length was disappearing with the hard-on. As he started to get dressed, he decided to try and coil the serpent around his left leg, and finding some duct tape in a drawer he fastened the end at mid thigh.
A bit later he started off for school, trying to occupy his mind with the least arousing thoughts he could conjure.
Meanwhile, as Joella arrived at school, she awaited her first meeting with Carl, nervously excited. She'd decided to hold off on any additional wishes until she could see for herself, with the help of Carl's cock, whether this ring business was for real.
She headed straight for his locker, greeting him with a coy smile. Carl had worn extra baggy pants, and so the change wasn't immediately apparent to the observer. In the intervening hours since he had gotten dressed, he'd felt the coil around his leg extend a bit downward, but as he'd managed to refrain from getting too excited, the extra length was only a few inches.
Joella couldn't tell from Carl's lower half whether her curse had worked, but the nervous expression he assumed when he saw her led her to believe that *something* had happened, at any rate. She deduced correctly that the ring had probably interpreted her wish to apply to the fully extended version of Carl's cock, and so she figured all she had to do was get Carl all hot and bothered. She knew of course that she could simply snap her fingers and he'd be at full attention, but it would be much more fun to do it the old fashioned way. Plus it shouldn't be too difficult, since Carl would be concentrating on keeping his dick under control, and, well, just try not to think of a pink elephant.
She didn't expect it to be *this* easy, though. Before she'd said a word, the left leg of Carl's pants tore right open, and the beast approached its full six feet in length, sticking straight out in front of Carl. It really gave new meaning to the term 'trouser snake'.
The tearing sound had been quite loud, drawing the attention of the entire hallway full of students, as well as a handful of teachers. Reactions were mixed, ranging from neutral surprise, to disgust, to blushing and turning away, as well as a large portion of giggles from several of the girls. No one reacted more strongly than Carl himself, though, who turned beet red with embarrassment. Joella, on the other hand, was the sole person who remained calm, displaying a sly smirk at her ex-boyfriend's predicament. Not only was the reaction from the crowd immensely satisfying, but she now had proof that this ring thing meant business.