What a funky dream I had. It was dark and cold, as if I were in a void. No sunlight to be found, only spikes made of rock and stone jutting up from the floor. The moon was the only source of light, only showing how gray the world looked, seemingly almost depressing.
Upon the cold stone path I found myself upon I moved slowly, climbing up the large spire that I was placed upon. Below the spire lay dead trees, looking to be made of obsidian. Creeping up the steps I found myself wandering to where my curiosity was leading me. Cold wind slapped against my face the further I crept up the spire while the trees grew smaller from my vantage point.
As I finally approached the top of the spire, a lectern sat in the center of an engraved stone. I was unfamiliar with the markings but resting upon the lectern was a notebook, sleek and black with silver rings on the edge. An ink pot with a quill sat next to it. Cautiously, I approached the lectern while the caws of crows filled the air. Rubbing a thumb across the center I read it: “Dick Note”.
I blinked my eyes a couple times and pinched myself. “Dick Note?” I repeated in my mind. I must have been fantasizing too much lately. Still the scenery was quite ominous but beautiful in its own right. I looked around the lectern but found nothing besides the notebook and ink pot with a quill. Opening the notebook I found gray blank pages. It looked like an ordinary notebook you would buy at any Target during the special school shopping sales, or potentially Hot Topic based on the theme. Examining the quill I noted the feather must have been from a crow or raven, potentially some other bird with black feathers.
Wind blew across the top of spire causing the pages to flip. As the wind died down, the page that looked up at me only read one word, “Owner”. Seeing as no one was around or would be missing it I grabbed the quill, dabbed it into the ink pot, and wrote out my name: Forest Groves (don’t judge my name, my parents grew up in the 70s). The crows that had perched themselves upon the stones around me began to caw and took flight. I felt like I was being engulfed by the feathers with the wind blowing loudly and the cold surrounding my body. Then I woke up.
Shivering under my blanket I wrapped myself further up in my wooly cocoon, pulling up my bedding for the extra warmth. I could hear the creaking of the upper bunk above me. I moved my hand around aimlessly in my cocoon, searching for my phone. It took a few attempts to find its location but eventually I pulled it up to my face and checked the time to see it was 6:36 a.m. I didn’t have to get up until around 8:00 for class today.
Noah, on the other hand, already seemed to be getting an early start to his day. The upper bunk bed continued to creak before I heard a thud on the ladder. His large feet rested there as I heard him yawn before he descended down the steps and into the bathroom.
I am currently a third-year university student and Noah happens to be the guy I am currently rooming with here. There aren’t too many issues between us since we get along pretty well, and he likes to keep to himself a bit. He does like to hang out with some other guys in our dorm hall, often coming back late. I wouldn’t mind getting to know Noah more, but every time the two of us attempt to chill together it goes well at first but then things just get a bit awkward. The 6’2” tall, raven-haired stud is actually quite nice to me and not obnoxious like some of his friends, and looks out for me whenever they’re around, or on the off chance I happen to run into them. Noah always invites me to hang out with them, but I often turn him down which has only added to his persistence oddly enough.
On the other side of the room I could hear the shower shooting its stream of water. Some steam began to roll under the door. Not needing to get up for a bit longer, I rolled over to my side to try falling back asleep but was having no luck. Not wanting to count every minute passing on my phone, I picked myself up off the bed into a sitting position, still wrapped in my blankets. I reached for my glasses on the drawer next to me and opened my backpack, making sure I had everything I needed for the day. English, check. Nutrition, check. French II, check. Creepy gray notebook, check—wait a minute. I pulled out the notebook and examined it. I let out a chuckle and rubbed my eyes. It couldn’t be. I turned it over and on the front it read “Dick Note”. What the hell was happening? I looked inside my backpack for any other surprises, but nothing else was out of the ordinary. Afraid to take a peek inside I threw it on the other side of my bed contemplating whether to open it or not. Since when did dreams you just had come true and take a physical form? I had to think about this rationally. No, I didn’t have a lot of time. Noah was in the shower and I’d have to hide this until later or figure things out now. I quickly grabbed the notebook and opened it up.
The first page that had come into my view read “Owner: Forest Groves”. Fuck, it wasn’t a dream. Moving on the next page I saw black ink covering the lined paper, spread out into five rules. The rules read:
- The human whose name is written in the note will have their dick grown.
- The note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind as to not confuse it with another person of the same name.
- If the fantasized growth is written within the next 40 seconds of the human’s name, then it will happen.
- If the fantasy growth is not specified, then nothing will happen.
- After writing the fantasized growth, the growth will occur in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
I couldn’t fucking believe it. This sounded like some sort of fictional erotic wet dream. Still, I couldn’t trust this notebook right away right? I was a bit nervous about the whole thing but equally as curious about it. Deciding to cave, I dug into my backpack and pulled out a blue pen. Now who should I write into this notebook? Not myself since I want to test that it is safe. No one came to mind except my stud roommate Noah. Flipping the page I began to write Noah’s name but the blue ink wouldn’t appear. Remembering back to my dream with the black ink in the ink pot, I rummaged around for a black pen and began to write the first letter of his name before stopping. I’d only get 40 seconds to write about his changes. But what should I do? I could feel my average sized dick beginning to chub up a bit just thinking about what I could do If
this were real. While deep in thought I could hear that the water from the shower had stopped running. Fuck it, I’d gamble. I wrote down his name: “Noah Miller”. The black ink on the page seemed to melt and solidify. Next to it, an inky number 40 appeared and began to count down on its own. What to do, what to do. I didn’t know how big his dick was right then but I wanted to see some noticeable growth. Twenty seconds remained. Underneath his name and spacing a line I began to write down, “add two inches to his cock and grow his balls, but make it proportional” while visualizing him in the shower. The countdown seemed to freeze and then dissipate, each of the words I had written shimmered. Each of the light red lines darkened into a blood red, seeming to glow. Underneath I could see the formation of new words but running out of time I closed the notebook quickly, threw it back under my covers, and resumed my position under my blankets as I heard the knob of the door beginning to turn. Facing toward the wall I pulled the notebook back up and saw another countdown had started, six minutes remained.
Faking a yawn and giving a scratch to my thin belly I got up and said greeted Noah, “Good morning Noah! Sleep well?
“Yeah, dude, thanks for asking. I haven’t been getting much sleep recently since I hung out over at Justin’s place again. You should totally come next time dude!” Noah stood in the center of our room, exposing his firm chest with pert nipples poking out straight from the shower, his lower half wrapped in nothing but a towel. His tan skin looking quite delicious from all the times he sunbathed at the pool and beach, matching well with his raven-colored hair.
“I will one day, I promise. Just not today.” I threw the blankets off of me, making sure they covered the notebook.
“You always say that man, when are you gonna finally come?” Noah put his hands on his hips, his face turned to a pout. Did he seem a little upset?
“I like keeping to myself, I’m sorry. You know, introvert things.” I entered the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, and began brushing my teeth.
“Fine. Since you won’t come with me over to Justin or the other guys’ place, will you at least go out to lunch with me?” he persisted.
I was back at the sink and coughed, causing some tooth paste to come out the side of my mouth. I turned the water on and quickly cleaned up. “What?”
“Come out to lunch with me. I swear you’re so dense.” He walked over to the bathroom.
“Dense? If I didn’t know better I’d think you’re asking me out on a date. Aren’t you and the dudes always hooking up with girls?” I put my toothbrush back into the holder and saw Noah standing over and behind me.
“We don’t really hook up with girls… especially me. The dudes have been trying to help set me up with you but since you always decline they said I should be more straightforward, so here I am asking you out to lunch.” The two of us made eye contact in the bathroom mirror before I turned around to look at him. “I don’t mean to pressure you either if you don’t want to go, I just thought you know I’d just ask is all.”
I couldn’t believe it. The roommate I had been dorming with for a semester who I didn’t think had an interest in me that
way was interested in me, and wanted to take me out? Was this the notebooks doing? I had no clue but I couldn’t believe it. “S-sure, I’d love to.” I blushed from the unexpected confession, pushing myself back against the sink to hold my balance.
“Woo-hoo!” Noah yipped and headed back into the main room. “I know a great spot we can go to if you like Thai, but if you don’t like Thai we can get Italian or whatever you like. I’ll pay so you don’t got to worry about it.” Noah was beaming as he was looking around the room for some clean clothes to put on.
“You seem really excited don’t you?” I laughed. I could see the outline of his cock against his towel bobbing about.
“Heall yeah, I’m excited.” He looked back to me. My eyes were stuck to his crotch.
“Oh, sorry about that, heh, guess I’m more excited than I thought.” With a smirk he wiggled his hips, causing the clothed dick to bounce against the towel. “I’ll get changed and swing back around here at twelve, all right?”
“Sounds good.” While still in the bathroom I could see Noah turned toward the door pulling up some boxer briefs. His bubble butt he had earned from working out throughout the first two years of school and volleyball practice were coated in a light dusting of hair. He seemed to be struggling with his boxers in front as I kept seeing him sticking his hands down the front of his boxers. I heard him mutter, “Come on, go down,” and then, “I’ll just hide it.”
My class had got out early at around 10:30 a.m., so I had some time to kill before Noah would be back to get me before we headed out to lunch. Sitting outside in at one of the stone tables, I basked in the sun, letting the nice breeze hit my face. I attempted to study but I wasn’t really feeling like it. My mind kept drifting back to the notebook I had dreamt about and found in my backpack. Did it really work? Noah could have just been adjusting himself this morning. With my mind drifting, I took stock of my surroundings. Some guys were hanging out further down the grassy hill while others were walking to class, horsing around. Standing guard next to the dormitory was our security guard, Raul. Raul is a pretty fit man who looked to be in his late thirties if not maybe early forties. He filled out his suit nicely with some nice biceps bulging out of his shirt sleeves. We had chatted a bit before each time I enter my hall. He knew me as one of the not obnoxious ones so we get along pretty well.
Having a wicked idea I pulled out the notebook and flipped to the empty page next to Noah’s and wrote down his name: “Raul Garcia”. The number appeared to the side. Visualizing him, I began to think. He looked like a nice enough guy and deserved a big dick to match his big frame. Spacing lines, I wrote “add five inches to his cock but make it really thick, with big balls too”. Just as before, the lines lit up. I closed the book and set a timer on my phone.
Acting innocently I continued to fake study while turning my gaze to Raul time to time, waiting to see if there was any changes. I still had some time left. I swiped through Instagram for a bit before the timer on my phone went off. Quickly I pressed stop and averted my gaze to Raul. He remained standing there chatting with another one of the dorm residents, letting him inside. As he was holding open the door, his smile seemed to change to discomfort. Confused, he looked around and down at his black security uniform. Closing the door he returned to his position. It was clear as day. In his pants I could see the bulge growing larger, pushing up against the already tight looking pants he was wearing from his quad muscles. It was gradual and slow, but the mound forming in his crotch continued to fill out. Raul looked around checking if the coast was clear before grabbing at his bulge. Surprise ordained his face as his hand felt the large bulge pushing against his zipper. Looking down he saw the swelling beast becoming quite obvious in his slacks. Checking his watch first and then his phone I could see him texting, the growth not stopping. How big was he before? He clicked send and headed inside the building. Curious, I got up to follow him.
Following behind him carefully as to not get caught, I trailed Raul to the bathrooms down in the basement level. Yes, we have a basement level. It’s where the heater and air conditioning units are for some reason. No one ever goes down there because it’s creepy but there is a bathroom down there, fortunately. Creeping down the steps I followed the heavy steps of his shoes. It sounded as if he was quickening his pace. Trying to keep up, I rounded the corner and found him pushing the men’s restroom door open where he hustled inside. Leaning my ear against the door I could hear footsteps from inside. Checking my surroundings before entering I saw no one was around so I pushed ahead and into the bathroom.
Raul was standing at one of the urinals, fumbling with his groin. I gave a little wave and stood a few urinals a part as to not be awkward. Before I made my way over I locked the door behind me just in case anyone else were to try coming in. While I pretended to piss I kept an eye on Raul a few urinals over. He kept grunting with the sounds of his keys jingling on his slacks from the amount of times he was shaking his package.
“Is something the matter Raul?”, I raised my eyebrow and asked, trying to play innocent but I couldn’t resist being a little cheeky.
“Uh no… arghh,” he groaned again. He muttered under his breath, “What the fuck is happening to me?”
“What was that?” I exited my urinal and went to wash my hands.
“There,” Raul sighed and moved from the urinal, walking to the sink beside me. I looked over and observed the obscene looking bulge tightly packed against his slacks, bulging outward. The zipper constraining the beast was being pushed to the limit. My jaw hung down, unable to close. Raul looked at me and back at his crotch observing how noticeable his dick looked inside of his slacks. As he continued walking there was a zip sound and some rips. The bulge continued to inflate a bit larger.
“Do you need a minute Raul?” I asked, stepping closer, raising my hand to place it on his thick shoulder.
“Something’s not right—ow fuck it’s too tight!” Raul yelped. The zipper and fabric was clearly digging into the engorged bulge now. The fat beast laying inside continued to push against the fabric, pulsing as it grew a bit larger. Getting on my knees I tried to pull the zipper down but it wouldn’t budge, it was stuck.
“It’s stuck. Whatever is blocking it is putting up a fight.”
“I can feel it—shit, Forest help me please, it’s pressing into me too fucking much.” Raul’s large hands grabbed at his zipper but he only yelped as the fabric grew more taut.
“What if you get the zipper to burst, then it might help alleviate your problem,” I suggested. He nodded his head and began kneading the large bulge that seemed to first fill his hand and then overfilled his palm.
“This is embarrassing but can you help me?” Raul pleaded.
“Yeah, of course, what happens here won’t leave this room,” I said. Raul nodded again and moved his hand to his uniformed shirt. He began rubbing at his nipples, pumping them up. I continued massaging the inflating bulge, feeling the long cock begin to stretch down the side of his left pant leg. It was beginning to swell much faster as the two of us worked together in unison. Not too long after did the zipper break and pop off and onto the floor. Raul let out a deep breath and moved his large hands back to his groin. Pulling down his pants the fat beast now sat exposed from its confines. The mysterious ripping we had heard earlier was now solved as the plaid boxers he had been wearing had ripped from the pressure up front. His large brown cock was pulsing, arriving to its grand final size now that it had enough room to breathe. It was humongous. It grew thicker, especially around the center, and the foreskin began to fold back as Raul’s large head began to get fatter. Pre dribbled out the tip of his cock.
Fat like a log and continuing to pulse longer, the Raul’s dick continued to grow harder. Raul couldn’t keep his eyes off of his newly grown appendage and wasted no time trying to encompass it with his large hands. His large hands even had difficulty encompassing its girth. Not being able to cover the entire length either, I gave him a helping hand and began to rub along the hot thick shaft, feeling the large vein that ran down the center of his dick. We didn’t say a word, but continued to rub the monster cock. Minutes passed before Raul buckled his legs and told me he was close. Moving to one of the stalls, penis bobbing ahead he aimed for the toilet and kept stroking.
“I feel like I am about to cum but nothing is happening,” Raul panted, continuously stroking the cock faster, growing more aggressive.
While Raul was struggling to shoot his load I opened up the notebook to see if anything had changed. On Raul’s page all the information I had written was still there except some information I had yet to write listed: Dick Size. Dick size? I didn’t know his dick size. I knew I made it grow bigger with this notebook but how was I supposed to know? As if the notebook could hear my thoughts, black ink emerged on the page: “Final Relief Will Not Subside Unless Dick Size Is Written Inside”. This wasn’t written in the rules! I flipped back to the page that listed the rules and sure enough it wasn’t there. I guess this was some sort of finalizing thing to whatever contract this notebook made with whatever force grows people’s dicks. I placed the book back inside my backpack before making my way behind Raul. He remained furiously stroking his dick. It looked to be growing redder, his balls the size of large eggs looking fuller, filling up with cum.
“Raul how big is your dick?” I tried not to sound like a perv but at this point, what are you gonna do.
“Shit, it’s big that’s what. I don’t know, how big do you think it is?” he took a break from stroking his shaft to tug at his large balls. He was growing frustrated at the relief he was not able to obtain
“I don’t know, it looks to be over a foot long,” I guessed.
“There should be some measuring tape in the janitor’s closet down here, hurry up and get it before I cum so we can see.”, he continued fondling his balls with one hand and pumping his nipple with the other. Running out into the hall I found the janitor closet which was filled with mops, buckets, toilet paper, and a measuring tape on a metal shelf. I grabbed it and ran back to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me again.
“I’m back!” I shouted. Raul walked out the stall and aimed his fat rod in my direction.
“Please hurry! This bad boy feels like it is ready to burst!”
I got the tape and Raul to help me. We stretched it across the large expanse of flesh before there was no more to cover.
“Thirteen inches long and your about as big as a coke bottle around!” I gasped. This was the biggest dick I had ever seen.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum
!”, Raul shouted as thick ropes of cum began to spurt across the tiled bathroom floor before he aimed it as the sink, trying to make it go down the drain but inevitably failing as it hit the mirror and knobs. I got some paper towels from beside the sink to help clean up the mess as Raul recovered from his massive orgasm. Resting against the sink bowl was a growing soft fat brown log, with the head of the beast receding behind the thick layer of foreskin. Raul’s breathing began to steady before he grabbed the tape measurer. Holding his cock out he measured it once again before throwing the tape measurer back over to me. “Eight inches soft,” he smirked as he attempted to pull his pants back up, which worked but now had a busted zipper and a flopping cock poking out the hole. Raul had to keep readjusting himself as to not make it seem like he was free balling now that his boxers were a bust. While he was busy, I jotted down the measurements into the notebook. The letters shimmered. Raul stared at me through the mirror.
“I don’t know what the fuck happened but I don’t mind it in the slightest. Call me if you ever wanna share our little secret again, all right?”, he gave a wink before cleaning up at the sink and exiting out the bathroom and back down the hall toward the steps, whistling as he went. I only had about ten minutes before Noah would pick me up at the dorm.