Eric woke up and immediately knew that something was different. He looked around his crappy studio apartment and everything looked the same. He knew he had been dreaming, but any scrap of detail was lost as soon as he opened his eyes. Eric shrugged it off and got out of bed.
He looked at the clock and saw he had woken up ten minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He groaned as he realized it was a Monday; he had to face another week of work. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and gasped as he looked in the full-length mirror. When Eric had gone to sleep the night before, he was a scrawny, six foot tall, brown haired twenty nine year old with no muscle definition to speak of. His reflection cast a different picture of himself this morning. His hair and height were the same, but every muscle in his body looked lean and defined. The results of a year's worth of vigorous training had changed his body overnight.
Eric admired himself in awe. He often slept in the buff, and one last detail of his transformed physique was the most impressive. Again, when Eric had gone to sleep, an average 5-inch prick was between his legs. In the mirror before him lay a fully erect 9-inch cock. Eric looked down and saw that the mirror did not deceive him. He grasped his new dick and realized he could barely wrap his hand around its girth.
He stood there wrestling with his mind about how the situation before him could possibly exist when his alarm clock went off. He could not be late to work; his boss already had it out for him. He decided to try and figure out this situation after work. He showered, put on a now tight-fitting suit, and was out the door.
Eric lived within walking distance of the subway. He rushed down, pushed through the turnstiles, and looked at his watch. He was about five minutes early. Standing next to him waiting was a short, petite blond dressed in a business suit. He noticed she was smiling at him appreciatively. This wasn't really something Eric was used to, so she initiated the conversation.
"Headed to work?"
"Umm...yeah, you too?"
"I'm actually headed to a job interview at Smith & Baxley."
"Smith & Baxley, huh? Believe it or not, I'm a fourth year associate attorney with that firm. What department are you interviewing with?"
"I'm trying for their litigation department." Eric admired her guts for that. His firm's litigation department was one of the best in the city. Just landing an interview for that department was impressive. She asked him what department he worked in.
"I work primarily with family law cases. You know, divorces and stuff like that."
She turned up her nose, "Ugh, how can you handle working only around pure human misery? I couldn't stand counseling people on how to screw their husband or wife out of as much as possible. Or worse, how to take children away from one of the parents."
"It's rarely like that, at least with me. I have a knack for getting people to work through their differences. Don't get me wrong, my clients have come to see me for a reason and 99.9% of the time end up divorced, but I can usually get them to find common ground and agree on how to split up the assets, how to apportion the debts, and most importantly, custody issues with the children. My cases rarely end up being knock down, drag out fights."
