text: Dylan's penis continued to grow. Six inches became eight, eight became twelve and on the morning of 21 November, around three weeks after his encounter with the witch, it measured eighteen inches long.
  
  People at work had begun to notice the long bulge in his trousers. Dylan saw women giggle and wink as he walked past them in the work café. He was struggling keeping it tucked into his trousers. Its tip went well below the crotch of his trousers and he needed to constantly adjust its position, such was his discomfort. He had slept with two more prostitutes. Both had commented on his size and both had bled. The last one had cried out in pain and thrown him out angrily, telling him he was a monster, that he shouldn't be allowed near women. Dylan didn't care, if anything, the prostitute's words had boosted his ego. She was angry at him for the size of his penis. It was something he could not have imagined before.
  
  A woman sat opposite him as he ate his jacket potato. Dylan had seen her around.
  
  "Hi, I'm not sure we've met properly," she said. "I'm Debbie. I work in the Accounting Department."
  
  "Dylan. I work in Facilities. Nice to meet you." He smiled. Debbie was gorgeous. Long, blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Her smile was heavenly, displaying bright white teeth and sparkling blue eyes.
  
  "I was just wondering," Debbie said. "Would you like to go for a drink on Friday?"
  
  "Is there an office do, like? A work night out?"
  
  Debbie laughed. "No, don't be silly! Just me and you. I'm asking you out on a date, Dylan. Don't make me feel silly and have to ask you again."
  
  "Er. Yeah. Yeah of course. I'd love to."