The next thing I knew, I was feeling pretty giddy from the sudden rush that ran through me. Good thing, too. My bones were stretching longer and longer. Soon I was over six feet tall.
That wasn't all. My hair started turning white, everywhere. Did you know pubes could grey? I didn't. With a sudden, short feeling of panic, I tried to remember who exactly ths richest guy in town was.
All the while, I kept getting older. Then it hit my dick.
From six to nine inches, flaccid. Then a stiff, bulging 11 inches.
Oh, yeah. Now I remember. It's Mr. Century, former hitman for the English mafia, now retired here at ninety-eight years of age.
Luckily my clothes changed too, into a nice black pinstriped gold three piece suit. And I am packing in more places than the pants compartment. This guy knows multiple meanings of the word loaded.