text: Something was definitely happening. It had been a week since the old woman had grabbed him and his penis had grown to four inches. Dylan laughed as he looked at the yellow tape measure. Had it been wishful thinking? Was he somehow measuring it wrong? Or had the old witch used some kind of magic to make it a normal size?
  
  He stood opposite his bathroom mirror and looked at his genitals. His flaccid, fleshy appendage hung over the testicles. Below the balls! It must have been over a thousand times that Dylan had stood opposite this mirror and something around the size of an acorn usually peered back at him, nestled on top of a wrinkly dark ball sack. But now what he saw was longer. It was definitely longer. The old woman had put a spell on him and his cock had grown. It was normal size. He was normal. Dylan stood to one side to view himself from a different angle. His dick still hung over his balls. His head lay back on his shoulders and he bellowed a loud, joyful laugh.