Chelsea was really enjoying this new mystery novel she'd picked up. In her signature style, she'd let her curly, rust-red hair out of her bun, and let it cascade over her shoulders while she read. The baby monitor receiver occasionally echoed Noah's small coos and burbles, but it seemed like he'd actually stay down for the entirety of his nap. It must be her lucky day.
In fact, she could still hear him sleeping nearly 90 minutes later. He almost never stayed down this long. Would she have time to actually finish her book? When it hit the two hour mark, she decided it was time to check on him. Call her paranoid, but this was unusual.
She set her book down, and made her way upstairs to Noah's room. She gently pushed open the door, and tip-toed over to his crib. She smiled, he was so cute when he slept. It didn't take long for her eyes to drift downward, though...
Her smile dropped, and her eyebrows furrowed. There was a noticeable lump in his overalls. That definitely wasn't there before. Concerned, she lifted him out of the crib, and laid him on the changing table. Noah awoke slowly, not quite crying, but fussing. She shushed him gently, rubbing his back to calm him. It quieted him down a little for the time being, but she needed to move quickly.
She unbuckled his straps, and pulled the overalls off. The lump was in his diaper, that's for sure. She began to wonder if he'd just needed a change very badly all of a sudden. But as she took down his diaper, her eyes grew as wide like saucers.
Out flopped a thick, soft penis that looked like it belonged on a young man, and beneath it, a perfectly smooth, hairless sack stuffed full by a pair of generously sized balls. As her hand touched it, Noah burbled softly.
It was all Chelsea could do to not scream, but she didn't want to upset the just-awoken Noah. Her eyes darted its length, trying to get a visual estimate of its size. Her mind didn't go where she thought it would, though. The panic was temporarily suspended with a very specific observation...
"He's bigger than Ted."
She clenched her eyes and grit her teeth at herself for even thinking that. No. But...maybe it wouldn't hurt to at least figure out what kind of size she was dealing with. It might help to explain to a doctor. She went looking around the room. Surely she had to have a tape measure, ruler, something! She eventually dug out a plastic ruler from the bottom of a drawer. It was broken, but still showed the markings up to five inches. It would work.
She made her way back over to the mewling baby, and carefully straightened his flaccid length with the side of the ruler. Chelsea held her breath as she took it all in. Noah's penis was longer than she could measure.
She began to hyperventilate as she paced frantically about the room. How? How could this happen? How could her infant son be almost six inches soft?!
Again, the intense anxiety calmed, just for a second, as her earlier thoughts reasserted themselves: "He really is bigger than Ted. Imagine it hard." She felt her head pound as she tried to regain her composure.