axolotl27: --Having developed very very early, I was treated like the little district celebrity. Boys, girls, teenagers, men, women,--it seemed like everyone wanted to have a look. By this time we had moved from Ireland to the U.S. and then to Thunder Bay. With many, it was much more than just a look. When I started High School, everything changed. Every day, it was a steady diet of ridicule, bullying, and beatings when I tried to defend myself from the boys whom I suppose were jealous of my size and resentful that I was always surrounded by girls. But as I continued to grow, the number of girls who wanted to be with me started to dwindle. There had been only three who were able to have intercourse with me. One of them got a little ambitious one day and tried to impale herself beyond the 8 or 9 in. she had been able to handle. I would lie on the floor on my back. She would stand over me with one leg on either side and proceed to do mini-squats. She had to go to the hospital because the bleeding wouldn't stop. When her father found out what had happened, I thought he was going to kill me. Within a few days of transferring into our school, a new girl introduced herself, then proceeded to join me at every opportunity. We talked a lot, then one evening we went to the show where she started exploring the bulge in my pants. In the restaurant after, she told me about a day in the following week when her parents would be away after school. I warned her that I couldn't wear a condom because the pain was just too much. But she took me to her house anyway. We must have tried for half an hour to "connect". We used vasoline, cold cream, and even vegetable oil. Nothing worked. The harder she tried, the more she tensed up, and the angrier she became. Finally we gave up. Her reaction proved that she had no kind feelings toward me as a person. She yelled and swore at me and called me a freak. The next day at school, I found out that she was spreading the word that my penis was so big that it was useless and that a girl would have to have a vagina as large as a cow to accomodate me. And that for me was the Kiss of Death. Peer pressure being what it is meant that no girl would ever come near me, because if she did, that would be like admitting that she had an enormous vagina. And that, of course meant that her chances of finding a boyfriend at school were zero,--then she, like me, would become a pariah. [ Perhaps God was being perversely humourous when he made men with gigantic penises and women with cavernous vaginas ]. How my life had changed in the period of few years. For the rest of my High School years, I was not able to get a single date. I was lonely, disillusioned, and bitter. Having sex regularly with women 20-50, many of them married , didn't make up for the terrible feeling I had that no one liked me as a person. I finally stopped growing at age 18, which, unfortunately, was about 8 years too late. I knew that throughout my life, I would be sexually appealing to only a small percentage of women. Many others would consider me as physically attractive as Quasimodo. As VALKYRIE wrote under the heading TOLERANCE [ not in these exact words ] ---"After two weeks, a man who was magically given a monster penis would soon tire of the novelty when he discovered the major problems it was causing".