After the door slammed shut, Jim looked down at the pendant in his hand. It didn't look very frightening, except for runes that read 'Satan Haz Ay Little Tonker' in the dead language of the ancient Phallikites. He shrugged, and decided to head back home and stuck the pendant into his pocket. Inside the mansion, the stricken woman gasped for breath. The pendant her brother had found in Africa! She thought she had seen the last of it! "I hated killing my brother... but I couldn't stand the humility of being a slave to his huge cock.." She looked out the window at the poor unsuspecting Jim, knowing that with every erection he got, his cock would grow bigger and longer than the time before, and that as it got bigger, women who saw it (Or the tent it made in Jim's pants) would want to worship and pleasure it. She had to stop it! But.. that'd mean putting herself at risk. And missing her soaps. Oh well, as long as she never saw him again she was safe. She went back to watching daytime dramas. Jim was still walking home when he decided that he'd like to keep the pendant. It'd make a great conversation piece. In the meantime, he thought about the woman at the mansion. She had.... knockers. Big ones. He'd have loved to get her into bed. Those funbags... ooh! Anyway, he decided to spend the next few minutes of his day at...
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