Oh man, what a nice fucking dream, Christina Aguilera was singing and dancing around your bed, backup dancers were worshipping you, and she almost started fucking you.

But alas. Like all good things you woke up to it being nothing but a dream before you got any action.

As you lay in bed, turning off your alarm, you felt something odd, there was a strange pressure in your crotch. Shrugging it off as morning wood you looked down to see your precious Flag Pole tenting your blankets...

... hey... wait a minute... it wasn't that big yesterday was it? Sure it gets bigger if you're extra aroused but not this big!

Flicking the covers off and pulling your dick out of your pants, it was absolutely larger than yesterday, it had to be nine inches and extremely girthy, it felt pretty damn good to get your hand around.

Looking it up and down, you also noticed the foreskin had grown back, covering your monolith of meat nicely, not one to waste an opportunity like this you stroked it a bit, the foreskin acting as a natural lubricant as you stroked it up and down.

This felt much better than it had previously, there was so much more to rub, not to mention the mental effect it had on you, a surge of confidence.

Up and down, up and down, your hand glided along the shaft, occasionally rubbing the glans which was now moist and sensitive. This went on for a good five to ten minutes, then you felt it twitch and spasm, pointing it away you watched a copious amount of cum fly out and splatter the ground.

Then to your slight panic. Smoke began billowing out of your tip. Horrified you watched it continue until a figure began to form.

"Greetings Mortal! I am Zhalira, an- WHAT!!!"

A woman formed from the colorful smoke, dressed in the attire of a belly dancer, her legs whispy as they were one smoke tendril, connected to your dick, of which she was looking at, horrified and furious.

"That BITCH! He stuck me in the Phallus of a human! No this can't be!"

She looked around your room, then to you. "Great.... just fucking great..."