Always ruined at the best part

Rachel stirred in her bed, glancing over at the clock on her nightstand. She groaned in despair as she turned it off, realizing she forgot to cancel it for the weekend. Well, dream ruined.

She didn't know why she was upset that the dream was disturbed. Usually, she was only mad cause she didn't get enough sleep. She kept thinking that she should've been freaked out by the dream itself but she couldn't really think of it like that. The little fun that she'd had in the dream was very pleasant. But, it was just a dream.

Rachel turned over to go back to sleep when she realized she was still in her clothes from yesterday. But something felt different. As she turned over onto her chest to fall asleep, her chest felt higher up from the mattress then she was used to. She must've been sore from gym yesterday or something.

Slowly, she sat up in bed and looked down. First thing she noticed was that her shirt was pulled up some, exposing her stomach. When she grabbed it and tried to pull it down, she felt it pull tight against her chest. Her eyes widened as she saw something she wasn't expecting. Her breasts used to be non-existent, barely more than a guy's chest. Now, they looked a little less than a C cup.

As she was examining them, she realized her shorts were tighter than usual. Looking down at them, she saw that the shorts were higher up her legs then they were yesterday. She stood up and felt like she was wearing two sizes, too small. Rachel struggled to unbutton them and pull them off but she managed to free herself from their restraint... and she immediately thought she was still in a dream.

Between her legs was what looked like a three-inch flaccid penis and a small sack of balls underneath them. Her heart started going a hundred miles an hour as she struggled to think of what was going on. "This can't be real," she said as she reached down and poked the small penis. Sure enough, as soon as her finger made contact with the tip, she gasped slightly from the strange sensation. The thing twitched and reacted to her touch, adding more shock to her current feeling.

"What the fuck..." She gently grabbed the thing and was amazed that she could feel her fingers wrapped around it. She moved it a little and watched in amazement as it started to become erect. She remembered how Brianna did it in her dream and she started to stroke it gently, watching it grow to six inches long.

The feeling was amazing. The pleasurable feeling of stroking her new cock was weird but she was enjoying it. No wonder guys loved this so much. She started to pick up speed, holding back a moan. She sat back on her bed and kept playing with it, her other hand moving up to play with her chest like Brianna did. Her tits may not have been as big as they were in the dream but it still felt amazing to massage them. She felt a strong pressure building up and she knew she must've been getting close to orgasm. She kept it up, stroking her cock fast and pinching her nipple a little. A moment later, she groaned a little louder than she'd like and watched in amazement as she watched cum fly out of her new penis, covering her hand, legs, and even some getting on her stomach. She felt her body shaking a little from the intense pleasure, her eyes adjusting after seeing stars.

"Wow..." That was all she could let out as she tried to calm down. She sat there for a good minute, just enjoying the post-orgasm bliss as her cock became flaccid yet again. After another couple minutes, she finally managed to get up and stumble over to her nightstand to clean everything off with some tissues.

As she was cleaning herself off, she heard a knock on the door, causing her to jump in surprise and almost knock over her lamp. From the other side of the door, she heard her mother's voice. "Sweetie, you okay? You sounded a little sick or something just now."

Shit, the groan. She really was louder than she thought. She quickly cleared her throat and willed her heartbeat to slow down as she responded. "Y-yeah, I'm okay... I just... hit my knee..." With my new cock, she thought as she continued to clean up.

"Oh. Alright, dear. Hurry up and come down. Breakfast is ready." Rachel waited until she was certain her mother was gone before she relaxed a little, sitting on her bed. What was she supposed to do? Surely, they'd notice her growth spurt; that was impossible to hide since she was now taller and had bigger boobs. But could she get away with not telling them about her new appendage? Or... maybe just tell mother? Maybe she could help?