Time to get up

All of a sudden, Matt moaned in lust as he felt hot, sticky, smelly-type liquid splatter onto his upper chest and neck rapidly just as he seemed to wake up slowly. He laid in it for a split second before shooting straight up in horror and weak memory.

[Fuck, what was I dreaming about?]

He calmed down slightly and slid from his bed, the night soon to be morning upon him as he wandered to the bathroom across the hall. He was still too tired to notice the slight changes around him until he closed the bathroom door and flipped the light on. First, the semen on his chest and neck seemed to be extremely viscous, holding together and having some considerable weight. He used a clean hand towel from under the sink to wipe it all off, but stopped as he finished cleaning it off. Something in his mind sensed an anomaly in his surroundings.

[Ok, something doesn't feel right. What do-]

His mental monologue immediately stopped as he saw all of the female products on one side of what was now a double sink counter. He studied the products and tried to remember when they had a girl in the house lately besides his mother. He gave up trying to solve the mystery and walked out of the bathroom after cutting the light. He walked back to his room and dropped the towel into his laundry basket before yawning and looking at his phone which was at 100% already. He checked the time on the phone display and chuckled in amusement as it displayed 6:02 AM, while his fatigue slowly faded.

"I'll be damned. Early bird indeed. I just hope I can get shit done today without too much issue."

Unbeknownst to Matt, the microphone picked up his muttering and send it by static to the crack. That same shock made Matt jolt and drop his phone on the bed in surprise as he shook his hand that received the shock. Already, he felt his energy for the day rising within him from his words.

"Ok ow. Static really doesn't do well in the mornings. I'll be ok though."

Now that he was more awake, he started walking to his dresser, but stopped to adjust his pair of boxers briefs a few times. It was a brand that had an extension in the front for guys and their junk, which he found amusing. He finally get everything readjusted, not realizing his physical appearance had changed in one night until a shirt he loved hugged his pecs and biceps snugly, but still provided wiggle room. He shook it off and sighed, thinking it more plan likely shrunk in the last wash. Unaware about his odd change overnight, he now stood 5' 9" and had somewhat longer hair, but he did not seem to notice that either. Once dressed fully, his shorts seemed to hug his crotch today, he picked up his phone, texting his girlfriends and boyfriend a good morning text, he booted his PC and waited as it finalized the last update.

As his computer welcomed him, the connection to the crack seemed to spread to the PC, acting similar to a virus, only selective to electronic items he owned. Although he did not know this, he sensed uneasiness and paused. In just the moment that followed his absolute and impressive stillness, he was overcome with a thought to send a picture of his dick to oddly specific people. Now, while Matt's dick is not below average, his constant worry seems to be his 7 inches of pure length isn't enough for a girl. This urge to send a dick pic was confusing to him, but he chuckled and conceded his own mind.

It only took one push of the screen, as if the shot was already staged perfectly, to take a picture that he seemed proud of. He loaded the recipients he kept thinking of into the message, although 2 names seemed unfamiliar to him, consciously. None the less, he sent it and went back to his computer. The ease of working helped him get his college assignments done, which seemed to keep him distracted from to very important details. One: he did not notice that the secondary keys he kept hitting were transcribing his desires. Two: time flew by, and by the time he finished every assignment, it was only 10:30. By now his mother had to be at work, leaving him alone since his brother was at high school until 3:30.

He looked over to find the notification light on his phone blinking green, meaning new messages. Turning on the screen revealed how far disconnected he was to not notice the time change from 6 to 10:30 AM. Also that he'd been replying without realizing. Reading through the replies to his picture seemed to confirm it. According to him, his cock was now 8.5 inches long and 2 inches in girth, which prompted a majority of replies to be somewhere along the lines of "Fuck me with it" and other various pleas. Replies he did not expect to see, however, were from his math and engineering teacher. Both seemed to be more graphic and descriptive, much to his surprise and arousal as he felt his cock twitch to life.

Just then, there was a light knock on his door, and he took a single tenth of a second to hide his crotch before he heard the soft, female voice from the other side.

"Daddy, are you busy? I don't feel good."