“Apologies to Kafka for borrowing from him the starting point for this story, and apologies to you if I spoil a classic story. I have no pretensions to do better than such a master.”

One morning, as Greg was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed his cock had been changed into a monstrous size. He lay on his back and he saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his brown, arched, rigid dick like a huge curved bow. The duvet slid off completely. His balls were somewhere between his legs hidden from view.





“What’s happened to me,” he thought. It was no dream. His room, an ordinary room, only somewhat too small, lay quietly between the four well-known walls. Above the table, on which was spread out his lube, rubbers and small collection of toys, hung the picture which he had bought only the day before. It was a picture of a young man with a fur hat and a fur boa standing erect there, lifting up in the direction of the viewer a solid circumcised cock which looked as thick as a forearm.



He had become that man. He got out of bed to regard himself in the mirror; yes it was just like the boy’s. Fourteen inches in length and almost like a coke can in circumference. Greg made his way to the bathroom to release the stored piss which now had a longer journey before he could be rid of it. As he released the flow his erection subsided and the cock, his cock, returned to what must have been ten inches. He showered enjoying washing his newly extended member. He kept looking at it to see if it had returned to its normal size, he wanked it to see if the erection was still as magnificent. When he was dry he returned to lie on his bed and think what to do.



As he was thinking this over in the greatest haste, without being able to make the decision as to what to do, there was a cautious knock on the door.

“Greg,” a voice called—it was his mate “It’s quarter to eleven, you hung-over? You said you’d be ready at 10.”

Greg wanted to answer in detail and explain everything, but in these circumstances he confined himself to saying,

“Yea, yea, thanks. I’m getting up right away.”

Greg found some boxers which confined his cock a little and he hunted out some jeans that had ample space. When he was dressed he joined Karl who was a little puzzled why he’d been kept waiting outside the door. They were soon chatting and Karl put the incident behind him. They were going into town, they were free, and they were going to have some fun. Greg occasionally felt himself, to feel if it was still the same. Each time he felt a dick which he couldn’t recognize as his own.



“Let’s go into this cinema,” Karl said when they got out of the tram.

He was always ready to find some action. Greg thought that it was a good place to start. They paid their money and went into the second cinema showing gay porn. They did what they usually did and sat slightly apart so that they could each attract those who were interested, this suited Greg. Karl found a seat where he