Time for bio-DNA

He was drifting off when he remembered... he hadn't taken his next pill.

He struggled out of bed, grabbed his pants and pulled the third pill from where he'd secreted it in his wallet.

The hotel bathroom had nice glasses and he poured himself a tumbler full of water and swallowed the pill.

In retrospect, Rick wasn't sure this third one was worse than the second. It was bad, though.

As spasms hit him, he climbed into the bathtub and turned on the water.

Before, he'd taken his pills in the dark. He hadn't really been able to see what they were doing to him. Now, in the hotel's florescent lamination, he watched as his stomach clenched, sending waves of convulsion through his body. His pores opened and bled. His eyeballs were bleeding too, making it hard to see anything. And his dick, despite being thoroughly used that day, seemed to grow an inch.

He tried to keep his vocalizations to simple moaning rather than out-loud screaming but was only partially successful. He just had to hope that either the hotel had excellent sound-proofing or whomever was on the other side of the walls would think this was a particularly loud continuation of their lovemaking. After all, he and Kat hadn't been particularly quiet.

He blacked out for a while... he never knew how long... When he recovered consciousness, Kat was swabbing his face with a bloody washcloth.

"You going to be able to play poker if you're this sick."

"I seem to..." he had to stop for a good minute while he swallowed back down about a gallon of puke. Perhaps he shouldn't have eaten so much at the buffet. "I seem to recover quickly," he concluded.

She handed him another washcloth, this one clean. "Bite down on this. Maybe you can keep down the screams."

So much for his thinking he had that under control.

"I think your dick is growing," she said.

"Could be. That can be a side effect."

"Or maybe a major intended effect. You guys seem wrapped up in the size of things."

"Yeah. Tell me that you women don't talk about how big a guy's dick is when you're alone and bragging."

"Maybe. But dick size is a lot less important than what you do with it... and what you do with your personality."

He didn't have the strength to argue but he wasn't going to complain about the couple of inches of extra length.