BEEP BEEP BEEP

Davey cursed at his alarm clock as he hit the off button to get up.  He moved the covers from over top of himself and sat up.  Rubbing the sleep sand from his eyes, the fox boy stood up and walked towards the bathroom.  As he did, he looked over at his mirror on the closet door and immediately stopped in his tracks.

Like most mornings, Davey had a bout of morning wood.  This wasn't usually a problem, as a trip to the bathroom for a piss usually would abate the issue.  What was different today, however, was the wood waiting to greet him today.  He looked down below the waistband and noticed a difference in his underwear.  A rather large difference.

Standing out from Davey's groin was not his usual three inch chub.  It had been replaced by a phallus at least three times that size.  Blinking in disbelief, Davey decided to pull down his underwear to see if someone had glued a sleeve to him in his sleep.  He knew that there were sleeves guys could put on their dicks to make them look larger than they actually were.  He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down.

The sensation of the waistband pulling against his cockhead told him in that moment that it wasn't a sleeve.  , "How the hell did this happen?" Davey quietly questioned.  He continued pulling until the head pulled free and the dick sprung back up into a fully erect position.  Once the underwear was at his knees, Davey stopped pulling down his underwear and examined his newly grown equipment.

If what Davey had thought about the size before was true, that meant it was nine inches long, putting him on the side of average that was viewed as more favorable.  He also noticed his girth was more to, and the head was larger as well.  There were still reservations in his mind about whether or not it was real, but he knew one sure fire way to tell for sure.  All he had to do was look through his fur at the base.

Davey was born with a birthmark at the base of his penis.  It was an unusual place to have one for sure.  It was in the shape of Z, with part of it on the shaft.  Once it was located, then any doubts about whether this meat pole was truly his would be forgotten.  A moment later, and his "Mark of Zorro" was revealed to him, with a part of the Z trailing up his shaft slightly.

Even with all of the evidence, Davey still couldn't believe it.  How did he suddenly grow a huge dick?  He was practically done with puberty, so there was no reason to expect a sudden growth spurt, especially one like this.  After a few moments of tossing around ideas, Davey thought of something he hadn't before.  

, "Wait!  Did wishing on a star actually work?"  No!  There was no way!  That was just a silly superstition, right?

Davey couldn't come up with a better explanation.  It was this or a late growth spurt.  The only reason he even considered the wish theory was because it was just too coincidental.  I mean, Davey makes a wish last night, and he wakes up hung the next morning?  What are the odds?

Davey continued to look at his erection in the mirror until his eyes took notice of his alarm clock.  CRAP!  He had the whole of five minutes to grab his clothes and bookbag, jump in his car, and get to school on time.  He moved like the Flash, zipping to his dresser and grabbing his clothes for the day.  Once dressed, he ran downstairs, jumped into his car, and took off for school.

It was by sheer dumb luck that Davey hadn't gotten a speeding ticket on his way to school.  Even throwing caution to the wind, he'd arrived fast enough to JUST be on time.  He grabbed his bookbag and booked it to his homeroom class, hoping he'd make it before the teacher took roll call.  He had made it into his seat with only seconds to spare.

Once homeroom had ended, Davey made his way to English, his first class.  While there, he'd taken the time during his teacher's long winded and redundant lecture to digest what had happened this morning.  Overnight, the fox boy had went from lacking to endowed rather quickly.  His only explanation for that, logical or otherwise, was wishing on a shooting star.  Even thinking about it was a comical notion for him.

, "MR. JONES!"  Davey was brought back to attention by his teacher, who didn't particularly like that he wasn't focused on what was being taught.  , "If you are quite done daydreaming in my class", he continued, "Perhaps you can give me your opinion on Hemmingway's symbolism in The Old Man and The Sea?"  Davey shook his train of thought from his head before opening his notes and answering the question.

The next two periods were a study hall and gym class.  Study hall worked out for Davey, as it gave him a better chance to digest the events of the morning.  As he thought about his situation, he now realized that he'd been given an opportunity to get rid of that wretched nickname.  All it would take would be for one of the gossip girls catching sight of his tallywhacker and the word would spread like a wildfire.  He already had fantasies of some of the girls in his class suddenly finding him to be much more desirable than before.  Of course, Davey planned to outright refuse them.  After all, why shouldn't he?  They wouldn't give him the time of day before when he was sporting smaller equipment.  Why should he be nice to them now?

Gym class was a sobering experience for Davey.  While a much bigger thingy could be viewed as a gift in certain circumstances, the fox boy was taught a quick lesson in the downsides of such an endowment.  Specifically, he learned just how accurate the expression, "Standing out like a stiffy in gym shorts" was.  The tight fitting uniform did nothing to hide the meat pole in his pants.  Even though he'd went flaccid, he was still four inches soft, which allowed for a noticeable outline in the shorts.  He would have to consider replacing them in the future.

Stepping out from the locker rooms and onto the gym floor, the class lined up for warm ups and stretches.  The warm ups consisted of suicide sprints, push ups, sit ups, and squats.  Once those were done, the students paired up and helped each other stretch.  The class was 50/50 boy to girl, so the teacher instructed the students to pair up with someone the opposite gender as them.

Davey wasn't a fan of this when he had a smaller dick, but the idea was now more terrifying.  He didn't want to pop wood while a girl was helping him to stretch.  He could hurt himself pretty bad if he wasn't careful.  He had to act fast and do the only thing he could think of; He would pair up with the hippo girl Annabelle.  Her homely appearance would take the erection out of even the most pent up guy.  He was about to ask her when a small hand on his shoulder stopped him.

, "You're with me, Tres!" a female voice told him.  He turned his head to voice his displeasure at his nickname, only to almost instantly regret it.  Staring back at him was Alexis, a vixen a class down from him.  She was cute by fox standards, and one of a few girls Davey had considered asking out before his previous failures in asking for a date ended quite poorly.  But, he couldn't let her get away with calling him by that dreaded name.

, "Whatever you say, Kansas."  His reply was quick, and just as big a jab as what she had said to him.  Alexis was cute, but like her own nickname, she was "as flat as Kansas".  He hoped that the remark had struck a little bit of a nerve, but the vixen let it roll of like water on a duck's back.  Her only response was a smirk and to reply, "Touche", before she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to an open spot.

The stretches were simple.  Sitting split, butterfly, back arch, etc.  Davey did his best to maintain his composure.  Being this close to a cute girl, and actually having permission to touch her?  It would be difficult for most guys to keep from getting a tent pole, but especially ones that got rather worked up and didn't have a girlfriend to attend to those specific needs.  All he could do was to try and imagine the one time he went to use the bathroom and his grandma stepped out of the shower as he walked in.  The thought was rather effective as he shuddered in disgust.

, "Okay, now change places!" the gym teacher instructed.  Davey had been helping Alexis to stretch her legs by gently pushing on her back.  Now he had to stretch and let the girl help him.  He started with the butterfly while Alexis pushed her hands on his knees.  Next he did a back arch, which he didn't need assistance for, but the girl still spotted for him lest he lose his balance.  He noticed a small gasp from the girl, which left him to wonder what she saw.  The last stretch was a sitting split, which Davey wasn't too good with.  As he reached for his toes, he felt pressure on his back.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Alexis pushing on his shoulders.  , "Keep going!" she whispered sternly, causing him to resume reaching out.  He focused on getting his fingers to touch his toes, until he felt the area of pressure grow wider, and felt the vixen's hand move up by his neck.  He quickly realized that she was leaning her torso onto his back, effectively rubbing her chest on him, and it must've been fairly chilly in the gymnasium for him to feel what he felt now.

The teacher declared that the class had done enough stretching.  Davey asked to be excused to the bathroom.  He quickly ran in and shut the door behind him.  Looking down, he knew that the vixen had gotten the "rise" out of him she was looking for.  He hoped that no one had noticed his hard on as he sprinted for the locker room.  He'd have to think of a quick way to get rid of his problem.  Naturally, masturbation was out of the question, so all he was left with was to clench his leg muscles and think of the least sexy thoughts he could.  After a few minutes, he was able to return to class.

The rest of gym class was relatively uneventful.  The main activity was basketball, something Davey had a moderate level of talent with.  He could shoot, dribble, pass, and defend with a decent level of competency, but he wasn't playing professionally any time soon.  Fortunately, the class was divided into two groups - guys and girls.  Even more fortunate was that guys and girls played each other and not the other group, so there wasn't any risk of Davey accidentally rubbing up against a girl and having to excuse himself to the locker room again.

After gym class was lunch.  The cafeteria was a fairly large room, with a decent amount of tables to sit at.  Davey got his lunch, a slice of greasy pizza with some french fries and a thing of mint tea, and found a table off to the side and away from most of his tormentors.  He just wanted to down the food quickly and avoid being noticed.

Davey ate in silence as he reflected on what happened in gym class.  Had Alexis noticed the bulge in his gym shorts?  Was that why she had rubbed herself on him?  To get him to get a hard on in front of everyone?  He couldn't be sure.  All he knew is her actions certainly did get a rise out of him, in more ways than one.  In fact, he could feel that rising again.  Part of him wished he hadn't gotten the snake in his pants.  It was so much easier to conceal an erection when it wasn't even big enough to tent your pants.

Needing a distraction from his current state, Davey looked around the lunchroom at some of the other kids.  As he did, he saw a peculiar sight.  Sitting by herself at a table not far from him was Samantha.  Usually, the girl would be sitting with her friends at the usual cool kids table, but today she was by herself.  Besides that, she appeared to be picking at her chosen lunch of spaghetti with meatballs, which meant the food wasn't that great, or she had something on her mind quelling her appetite.  Either option was likely, really.

Having half a mind to get up to talk to her, Davey's abmition was squashed when he heard the bell signalling the end of lunch period.  He quietly got up and unloaded his garbage into the bin before making his way to his remaining classes.  As he did so, he kept an eye on Sam as she left as well.  He also took notice to her friends making a gesture towards her and giggling, which made Davey's heart sink a little.  He knew that expression all too well, as it meant that girl was being ostracized from her clique.  , "Why is she being cast out?" he questioned quietly as he moved to his locker.

The rest of the day went relatively quick.  Having math, science, and art classes, Davey had ample distraction from his lunch time observations.  But the fox boy couldn't shake the thought of the normally cheerful Samantha acting rather somber and depressed.  He wondered what they had said to get to her so badly, and hoped whatever diving being was in charge of karma made sure that those girls got a double dose rather soon.

The final bell finally rang out for the day.  All the students made for their lockers to grab their bookbags and make a mad dash for home.  Some would have to wait for the bus to take them their, while others would have to trek on foot.  Fortunately for Davey, he had saved up all the money he could to buy a cheap, rusted out shit heap of a car.  While not impressive by any measure, it did mean he could go wherever he wanted after school was over, even though he usually went to work or his house.  Today, he thought about going to the mall, if only to just simply break up the monotony of his usual routine.

However, as Davey approached his car, he was greeted by a sight that he would never of expected in a million years.  Sitting on the hood of his car was his crush, Samantha.  The girl was sitting in her short shorts and plain hoodie, lost in her own thoughts at the moment.  She was shaken from her thoughts when she noticed Davey walking up to her.  She looked at him and gave him a smile.

, "Can you give me a ride home?"