Take your new junk for a test drive.

You sit there, on the bed, trying to make sense of everything. But you can’t. You know magic doesn’t exist. You know you can’t have been turned into a sex god. But looking down at your groin tells you something different. You pull off your ripped underpants for a closer look. Everything looks normal, except bigger. No, it looks better than it did. Better and bigger.

You should be panicking, but panicking about what? The flesh between your legs. How can you panic about that? It’s just flesh. It looks natural. It feels natural. It looks part of you. It feels part of you.

Another thought creeps into your head. This is its size flaccid. How big is it when it’s erect?

You have to find out.

You get some tissues, a tape-measure, and power up your laptop. Since Samantha left, you’d bookmarked one of your favourite porn clips. In this a father interrupts his stepdaughter’s sleepover. While 3 teens lie on their stomachs and watch tv, he fondles them, fingers them, eats them out and then fucks them. Three quarters of the way through, the pretence of watching tv is discarded and all three take turns sucking and fucking him, until he showers his cum over the three expectant faces. Thirty minutes of young, female flesh and moans that never fail to get you hard.

This time is no exception. Just thinking about it starts the swelling. As the familiar jesting between father and girls begin, you tug in anticipation. As breasts and pussies are exposed precum leaked. By the time the fucking is in earnest you’re hard. And it’s huge. When you thought it couldn’t get any bigger, it does. It stretches beyond your belly button. It’s so broad it fills your palm. It’s curved; the flesh studded with swollen veins. The head is a monstrous, large, well-defined bulb at the tip. You’re bigger and harder than the pornstar on the screen. This can’t be part of you, but it is. Surely you should be lightheaded for all the blood that’s flowed into it. You’re as focussed as you ever were. 23cm. Over 9 inches. And when you tug on it your body shivers in pleasure. It yearns to be buried in somewhere hot and wet, and your spit wetted palm is an inadequate substitute.

It's good enough to make you cum. White jizz erupts from its tip, spraying over your hand, over your chest, over the sofa, over the laptop. A veritable flood of thick, white cum. And the orgasm is bliss, utter overwhelming pleasure, stronger than any orgasm you’ve ever felt before. You sit there shivering and panting, while the father carries on fucking, and the moans of the three girls continue to fill the room.

Any doubts that this penis isn’t real are gone. You don’t know how it happened. You can only guess why. But it’s real. It’s yours. You need more tissues to wipe away the mess. But there’s no doubt about it. You’ve become a sex god.