text: Dylan showered and dressed, spraying aftershave. His penis, now over twenty inches long, needed tucking into his jeans. He had been forced to buy baggier jeans to accommodate it. The growth had begun to worry him. What if Debbie wanted to have sex? He thought to himself. Will my cock keep growing? When will it stop? His confidence had grown in the past few weeks, at the same rate as the growth of his penis, but now for the first time he was beginning to feel fear. What would she say if she saw it? Would she be scared?
  
  He met her at the pub. Debbie was fantastic, full of fun. She was Oxford-educated and had a keen interest in Art. Dylan liked her immediately. After a few drinks he began to feel a stirring in his groin. Fear filled him again, worry that he would hurt her, anxiety that she would be shocked by what she saw. But all the feelings of worry were swept away by a desperate, burning desire from his groin. A feeling of utter emptiness that could be filled and satisfied by taking Debbie to bed.
  
  The stirring grew into an almost explosive excitement when Debbie looked at him with her bright blue eyes and said, "Shall we go back to yours?"
  
  They went to Dylan's flat and immediately began removing each other's clothes. Dylan ripped open Debbie's blouse, exposing her large, firm breasts. Debbie went straight for Dylan's trousers. He gulped as she pulled them down. Debbie gasped.
  
  "It's true. Oh, my God, it's true." She laughed and looked up at him.
  
  "What's true?" he asked. A large grin on Dylan's face betrayed his combined feelings of relief and delight.
  
  "They said they'd seen it... the bulge. Oh, my God, Dylan. It's absolutely huge. It's the biggest I've seen. How do you...?"
  
  Suddenly, Dylan's penis moved. It twitched upwards.
  
  "Oooh, it's a bit lively," she said, grinning as she took it in both of her hands. It moved again, snapping itself out of her hands like a whip.
  
  "Dylan what are you—" Her words were cut off as the long, fleshy penis thrust itself at her. Debbie held her hand to her face and then brought it away. Her face was full of blood.
  
  "What the fuck?" she yelled. But her words were soon cut off as Dylan's penis went forward again. It seemed to stretch into an even longer shape, elongating and bending. It wrapped around Debbie's neck. Dylan tried desperately to stop, pulling his hips away from Debbie's face and using his hands to pull it back. But it wouldn't move. It was thick, ropey and pulsating. Dylan had lost all feeling down there. It was as if his penis was completely independent from his body. He was powerless to stop it.
  
  Debbie gurgled as it tightened its grip around her throat. Her bright white eyes began to fill with blood. Blood also ran out of her nose, spurting out with each struggling, suffocated breath. Dylan began to cry.
  
  "Debbie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
  
  Debbie spluttered again and Dylan heard a popping sound. Her eyes were now bleeding and Debbie had defecated. The rancid smell filled the air. Debbie's lips turned blue, in contrast to her white, blotchy face. Dylan's penis loosened and Debbie's lifeless body fell to the floor.
  
  Dylan put his hand over his mouth and cried. Surely this was a nightmare from which he would wake any minute? He slapped himself hard in the face. This couldn't have happened. Surely it couldn't? He looked down at his flaccid penis, the end of which was resting on the cold wooden floor. He put his hand around it and picked it up, staring at the shiny end.
  
  "You bastard," he said. "You murdering bastard."
  
  Suddenly the end of his penis glimmered. The urethra opening was large, around the size of a coin. Dylan looked at the blackness contained within and felt like he was looking into death, the blackest soul from hell. Suddenly there was a flash of white. Were they teeth? He thought so. They flashed again. Tiny white, jagged triangles in two circular rows were contained within the hole at the tip of his penis. He put his hands around it and squeezed. Maybe he could kill it. Maybe he could strangle it just like it had strangled Debbie in front of his eyes. Suddenly his penis darted forward and he felt a sharp pain in his right hand. It had bitten him. A fast trickle of blood fell from the wound. His own penis had bitten him on the hand. But this wasn't his own penis. Not anymore.