Yes, the next day is the Tom special day!

Tom woke up early, still hopeful for any sounds from upstairs. As he sat in the kitchen, he listened intently, picking up bits and pieces of information from his neighbours.

"...she's a fucking bitch," girl said, "...her boyfriend has a tiny cock and can't satisfy her."

As Sarah entered the kitchen, he quickly composed himself. She informed him of her plans: "I'm seeing Maria after work, so I'll probably be late."

"Yeah, no problem at all," Tom replied, trying to sound casual despite his racing thoughts about the possibilities ahead.

"Order yourself food, play some games, and…", a playful smile spread across Sarah's face as she added: "you know..."

Tom played along, feigning confusion: "You know... what?"

Sarah just shook her head, chuckling. "Nothing, I think you know how to organise fun for yourself," she said with a smile.

Tom nodded and changed the subject: "Yeah, anyway... I'm thinking of taking a sick day today, just don't feel too well."

"Everything alright?" Sarah asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just tired. I think it would be better to stay at home today," Tom explained.

"Sounds good..." she said, kissing him on the forehead before heading off to get ready for work.

Left alone, Tom pondered how to spend his day. He knew he wanted to have fun — but what exactly should he do?

As Sarah left the apartment, Tom made his way into their bedroom and approached his nightstand. There, hidden beneath a pile of papers, was a small velvet pouch containing a ring.

Tom took it out and slipped it onto his finger, staring at it with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before making his wish:

"I wish... I wish my dick to grow to 8 inches long."

He felt warmth emanating from the ring as it granted his first request. His member began to swell slowly, filling up the empty space in his jeans. Tom could feel his pants and jeans becoming increasingly snug.

After a few seconds, he paused — unconvinced by this change he made another wish:

"I wish my dick was 10… no! 11 inches long... and no recovery time... and my body would accommodate any change perfectly and yet not change too much."

This time, Tom's dick surged forward rapidly, growing past his limits and pressing against the confines of his tight jeans. It was soft, but already too large for his hand to fully grip — the shaft thick and heavy in his palm.

He gave it an experimental pump and felt how it immediately responded, stiffening rapidly as if eager to prove its new size. Tom marveled at the weight of it, noticing how even soft it had gained substantial mass and presence.

"Fucking unreal," he whispered in awe.