Sam sends you home for the night

"No kidding. My head's still swimming." Sam grins from ear to ear as a mischievous glimmer runs through his eyes, "I just had a great idea; you head home and we'll meet back up tomorrow"

"Seriously? You're gonna call me from across town just to-" He's already sitting at his desk, fully focused on writing something. Realizing you won't be able to reach him at this point you sigh and head out. While walking towards the front door you spot Sam's mom watching TV in the living room. While she isn't abusive by any means, she was never very passionate about raising Sam. You step out of the door and into the cool evening air.

You drive home, your mind still reeling from what just happened. You don't know how your friend stumbled across that magic notebook, but you can't be unhappy with the results, even if this new massive cock is making it slightly more difficult to turn the steering wheel. Finally you pull up to your place, ready to go to sleep for the evening. You aren't sure if you will wake up remembering any of this, but you really hope tonight was not just a dream.

**I just want to thank Goliath, IronLacedCarbon, and Kantolope for their threads in this story, as the combination of their story is what inspired my efforts.**