text: The grin remained on his face when he woke. But that wasn't all. He looked down the bedsheets at his naked groin. His morning erection stared back at him. To Dylan it looked huge. He jumped out of his bed and went to the bathroom, grabbing the tape measure out of the cabinet drawer. When he measured his now flaccid penis, he gasped, putting his hand to his mouth. Six inches. It was still growing.
  
  Dylan punched the air and danced around his bathroom, his penis slapping against his thighs as he moved. He booked another prostitute, this time one slightly younger, in her late-thirties. She was pretty, blonde and slim with a pleasant face.
  
  The sex lasted longer this time and again the woman commented on his size. This time though, something happened to disturb him somewhat. The woman had bled again but appeared to suffer pain.
  
  "Sorry, it's too big and it felt like..." her words faded as she failed to complete her sentence.
  
  "Felt like what?" Dylan asked.
  
  "If felt like it jabbed me inside. Something sharp. Like a bite. It felt like something bit me."