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quite a bit of hair left. As I worked, the true size of my new
equipment became more obvious. Curiosity killed the cat, and I ended
up trimming myself very close.
The balls were definitely attached higher than before and they didn't
hang down as much. Both these changes seemed necessary to keep the
balls from being smashed as I walked, but it made them stick out in
front of me. The cock was as big around as a whiskey bottle and twice
as long. With the bottom of the shaft emerging just above the balls,
the top began a few inches below my navel. The base seemed attached
to a hip bone that wasn't there before, and it wouldn't bend straight
down. Instead, it curved out and then down. I tried flexing the cock
various ways but it wouldn't hang straight down.
In the shower I erected the cock again and shot a few cum blobs at the
drain. I shampooed and scrubbed my body as normal. Washing the cock
was easy; I just raised it up and washed it like another arm. I had
trouble drying between my legs until I thought of using the cock to do
it. I was still thirsty, so I drank six or eight glasses of water
from the bathroom sink.
Getting dressed posed a problem. My old jockey shorts were out of the
question. Shorts in general were out of the questio
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