The Hung Life

You slowly get up and have some help getting dressed. Slipping on your boxer-briefs you notice immediately the new overly snug fit of the fabric over your junk. You actually had to be careful and arrange everything just right before zipping up your jeans. Tight fit. You could see the long thick outline of your new trouser snake through the denim.

By the time you were dressed your head was clearing and you were feeling more with it. You head down and out to your aunt's car. It is about 3 am and still dark out. Aunt Peg drives the empty night streets, she is going on about the exciting data that she collected during the procedure. Most of it makes no sense to you. Besides, you were completely lost in your own thoughts at the moment.

Your mind is buzzing. Who do you want to show it to first? Who do you want to use it on first? You were fucking horny as hell, maybe rub one out first? Things were about to change significantly and you were so excited to see where your new cock and new confidence would lead you.

(Author Note: I'm not sure if I'll be able to get any chapters out for a while, but I've had a nice run. I just wanted to leave a quick note to say that I am stunned by this story's popularity, I truly did not expect it. Thanks once more for all the likes and views and encouraging comments.)