"Not bad," Peter thought. "It's certainly not just boring old water. Infact, it's actually a little sweet." He emptied the vial in one chug andwaited....As soon as it reached the pit of his stomach, Peter felt a strangevibrating sensation centered on his crotch. It itched like hell, andstarted burning inside. He took off his pants and underwear. To hissurprise, Peter' penis started growing longer and larger. Seven inches,eight inches, nine inches... still it kept growing. Eventually, the. Craig sat there staring at her, his throat too dry to do anything but squeak when he tried to speak. Staring at her, his eyes took in her voluptuous form, while his mouth hung slightly agape. Then, blinking and shaking his head, he pulled himself mostly together. "Err, sorry about that, I didn't mean to stare, but you caught me a little off guard there." Grabbing his crutches, he started to struggle to his feet. "I'm Craig," he said, offering his hand, hoping she would take it, so he could see. "This reminds me of the loft in a hardware store that I cleared out. We disposed of half of the crap, and sold the rest," I said, talking to myself, having forgotten that Mr. McMahan was within earshot."Which half would you like to dispose of, Mr. Driver?"His question surprised me. I laughed. "Who knows what will interest collectors? One man's trash is another man's treasure."Mr. McMahan looked confused. "What should I take to the dumpster?" he asked."None of it, we'll hold a yard sale next. She went into her kitchen and returned with a couple of glasses of wine. I took a large sip of wine as she sat next to me on the couch. She took a drink then set down her glass. I did the same and then she moved closer to me. I put my arm around her and we kissed, picking up from where we left off in the parking lot. The kissing still felt great and the wine eased my nerves. I’m into the kissing but I remembered that she mentioned a roommate. I asked her if she’s sure her roommate won’t be.