On the way back I used my axe to cut several bundles worth of tall grass and used my paracord to tie it all together. I had also grabbed two 3 to 4 pound ingots of steel or iron ingots I wasn’t sure what it was yet and brought it with me. There was some split logs already in the house so I plan to grab a bit rom there for the magic experiments I plan to do tonight. I horded everything in my room and started on my experimentations. I estimate that I have 2 to 3 hours before dinner and so there was no rush.

  My theory on how my magic works is that with intent I can manipulate energy and matter into any form I want. First material of experimentation? The grass. In my mind, it’s easier to modify something that is already similar to what you want it to become and so I placed my hands on the pile of grass and imagined my pants now as the usual blue jeans that I like to wear. After just a moment I felt my energy drain from me. There was no feeling of something moving inside of me but suddenly, I got the same drained feeling you get after recovering from a long flu or a cold. Just all around weakness. None of that mattered to me however. In my hand was a pair of blue jeans. Even the button and zipper was there. I looked over to the ingots and noticed that on one corner of one of the 2 ingots, it was gone like it had been cut off. So, my magic doesn’t require that I actually touch something to use it as a resource.

  I wonder what the conditions are. Distance? Ownership? Or does it just take from someplace random if the material is not available? I took off my borrowed pants and slipped on my blue jeans. I had to be extra careful with the zipper as I still don’t have a pair of boxers on. After buttoning up I noticed that it was a perfect fit. The only problem was my bulge. Without wearing boxers and having it kind of control where my shaft sat, there was now a bulge down the front side of my pants leg.

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  Every male wants a large penis but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Those of us who are bless overly large penises have our own problems. First when you sit down on a toilet to take a number 2, your penis is so long it touches the toilet bowl. You either have to suffer your dick touching a nasty toilet bowl or hold it up while you do your business. Next, it just never sits right. If you have it going straight down the middle, it’s practically like your trying to have solo anal. Hang it to one side and everyone can see the bulge. It might sound like its good to show off that you’re well hung but it’s not. Especially while trying to work in a professional atmosphere.

  Then when you’re running or jogging it tugs on you with every bounce. Women with large breast also have this problem. It’s the whole reason for sports bras. And if you ever pop a boner, everyone will know. Guy’s always talk about pitching a tent but for us over endowed guys, it’s quite painful. There just isn’t enough space for an erect penis in any type of pants you would wear to work or outings. I have to go into a bathroom stall and undo my pants and wait for it to go down. I even almost for fired once because I had to excuse myself during an important meeting because I had noticed that my boss was braless and her nipples were hard under her blouse. The only thing you can do is let it kind of curl around in your boxer and make everyone think that you are stuffing your crotch like a rock star. But even with all of that if you asked me if I would rather have a small penis my answer is “fuck no.” It’s well worth all the inconveniences.

With that I decided that I need to make a pair of boxers also. Even though I wasn’t feeling so good I went ahead and placed my hands on the remaining pile of grass and after a few seconds I had a new pair of boxers.