John yawned hard once, twice, and on the third time his ears finally popped to normal pressure. God did he hate flying. It was always a huge hassle. Unconfortable seats, next to no personal space, shitty food, and since his phone had just died, unbearably boring to boot.

He had given up on napping it through the 8 hour night-flight early on. Mr Wet Snore two seats from him made sure of it. Shuffling on his seat for what felt the millionth time, John tried finding a position that would not cause him chronic pain 10 minutes in, and failed again to do so. With a defeated sigh, he stretched his legs, only to hit his shins against the metal of the next seat.

Oh for crying out loud, can't something nice happen to me in one of these fucking flights?

As if on queue, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Weird, he could have sworn the battery was completely dead the last time he had checked it. He reached into his jacket and fished it out.

The screen was completely white, but golden letters slowly appeared on it.

-"Something nice" coming up!

The phone blinked a few times and turned off again. John stared at the black screen for several seconds.

...

What the fuck did just happen?

John's sleep-deprived brain was hard at work trying to come up with an explanation that made sense. But since there was none, it defaulted it to a half-asleep alucination. Jrsus christ, how long has it been since you slept a full 8 hours on a proper bed? No wonder you're seeing things. I really need to get off this glorified tin can, go home, strip off these tight pants and hit the sack like a bag of ...

Wait. Tight pants? I'm wearing loose sweats, where did that come from?

John looked down and did a double take.

His pants felt tight because there was a substantial bulge in his crotch. Far larger than it had any right being. If his brain had felt confused before, now it felt outright stumped. There was just no way...no way...

His hand lowered hesitantly, before grabing the foreign object. Exept it wasnt foreign at all.

Holy Shit! I can feel that!

Holy shit! Its my cock!

Holy fucking shit, its massive!

John suddenly became keenly aware he was rubbing his now highly visible package on a very crowded plane. Granted, most were dead asleep, but one unlucky sighting would mean disaster.

As quickly and as stealthily as he could, he took off his jacket and bunched it over his lap. That should give me enough cover to figure what the hell is going on...

His first thought was to get the stewardess to get a doctor, but really, how do you even breach the topic?  "Uhm, miss, my genitalia just tripled in size, is there an urologist on board?" I mean, I've heard urban legends about breast inplants swelling under low cabin pressure, but this makes no sense at all!

Speaking about the stewardess, that uniform really brought out her figure. Some nice hips, a spectacular ass, a lesser, but by no means unappreciated bust...oh no. Nonononono.

But as most guys know, penis does what penis wants. Even more so after such a size upgrade. John began to sweat cold. There was going to be no way to hide that monster once it hit full mast, jacket or no jacket.

There was only one out: the bathroom.
An entire aisle away, with his jumbo salami growing harder by the second.

He shoved his hands under the jacket and manuvered him meat down his pant leg as best he could, only to realize there was another problem. Two in fact. His nuts were huge too!

Fuckfuckfuck gogogo no time to think.

He stood with a jolt, and rushed towards the cabin. Every step rubbing the fabric of his pants against his rising dong. Je could feel his sack tug heavily beneath his dick, swaying with their new weigh.

One mad dash later, he was in.