Caleb prays for a sign.

Caleb took pleasure from the way Mack would glance down at his cock periodically as they worked through his homework. He'd periodically reach down to adjust himself, partly because his briefs were squeezing his big nuts uncomfortably, but also just because he couldn't believe how big he had become. He was having a hard time keeping his hands off himself.

He was nonchalantly rubbing his swollen cock through his pants and daydreaming about growing even bigger, when Mack gave him a little shove. "Yo, bro? You gonna just wack off over there or do you think you could help me out with this question?"

Mack was supposed to be filling out a worksheet for his World Religions class. He was working on a short answer question asking about kinds of worship common to various traditions.

"Well, Mack. You could talk about offerings or prayer... or eating special diets... or--"

"Oh, yeah. Bro, that a good one. Let's see..." He started writing, narrating as he typed: "In a lot of religions, people are supposed to pray to their gods and ask them for things. Sometimes they are supposed to give stuff back too, like money or special foods or stuff... Does that sound good enough, dude?"

"Yeah, I think so. Dr. Bonner likes it when you give specific examples, though, so maybe you should elaborate."

It struck Caleb that if--and it was still a big "if" in his mind--he was being transformed by Min or Priapus or some other sex god, maybe he should pray for real. Or make an offering or something. Or, hell... in his dream, the god/man had told him to sow his seed.

Is that like a commandment or something? No fucking way...

Caleb was blushing, embarrassed that he'd even consider the idea that any of this was real. Still...people's cocks don't usually grow spontaneously like his had been. Maybe this was some kind of divine intervention.

He decided it couldn't hurt to experiment. Mack was still glued to his computer and typing some dumb-ass essay... He might as well give it a shot.

Caleb bowed his head and prayed, "Hey, uh, God? I mean... if you are actually a god... I, ummm. I was just wondering if you could, you know, give me a sign or something, if you are really, umm... real."

He looked up, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed him.

Nothing happened.

He tried again, "I don't know who you are, but if I'm supposed to believe in you, it would be nice if you could, I don't know... Look, if you're real, grow me some more so I know it's you and not just my imagination. Okay. Uhhh.... Amen?