Derek grunted as he felt the first sensations of his dick touching the floor beside him. His balls now hung from his waste like to full trash bags, the king you use to bag leaves in autumn.
"Yes? Dis is John calling from the Tranforma-ation dot net central. We've have ded-ected and anomin-ally in you user account Miss-ter Derk Sanders. I am calling to verify these changes."
Ben almost dropped the phone as the voice with it's strange accent spoke. Derek had now collapsed on the floor, his dick piled up on top of him, wider now then two two liter bottles side-by-side.
"I can halt deese changes if you are unable Miss-ter Derk Sanders."
"Yes stop it, please!" Ben yelled into the phone.
"I ave don so Miss-ter Derk Sanders. Is there anything else I can do for you this evening?"
"Can you reverse the change?" Ben asked.
"No I cannot Miss-ter Derk Sanders, It is not my posi-tional to undoo what has been done. But you are granted free use of our serv-ese-says for free as re-con-silly-achan."
Ben put his hand to phone smiling down at Derek who appeared relieved it was over. When Ben put the phone his ear he heard the dial tone, 'John' had hung up, Ben did the same. "So what now?" Derek called from his position on the floor, his dark hair falling over his eyes.