Unexpected overnight growth

"Did you hear me? Breakfast is ready," Sherrie sang as she entered Max's bedroom.

She threw the curtains open. Max squinted against the sunlight.

"Yeah.. okay," he murmured groggily.

Max rolled over. He could instinctively feel that he had morning wood, but as he rolled he realized that his cock must have grown again. He threw off the bed covers excitedly and was greeted with a thick python straining against his pajama bottoms. When he threw the roomy pants on last night, he hadn't considered how much his cock might grow to fill them.

"My word, what is that?" Sherrie exclaimed.

Max slid his pants down. Both of them gasped as a meaty rod as thick and long as Max's forearm sprang out.

"Jesus Christ Max, you could kill someone with that thing!"

"Yeah this is.. pretty big," Max said distractedly.

Max couldn't resist wrapping his hand around his new girthy pole. His fingertips barely connected around it.

"How did this happen? You don't have the ring anymore.. right?" Sherrie asked uncertainly.

"Nope, I think I accidentally made myself grow to fit whatever pants I wear when I had the ring earlier."

"I see." Sherrie looked at him quizzically.

"It's going to be difficult to hide." Sherrie said, "Do you need me to make it smaller?"

"No way!" Max blurted out a little more forcefully than he meant to.

Sherrie smiled.

"I thought you might say that. Well, you'll probably get arrested if you go out to the living room looking like that, let alone outside. So how are you planning to get anything done today?"