I always would’ve said I’m a grow-er, but a couple of weeks ago at a pool party I stepped out of the pool, my wet swimsuit clinging tightly to my naughty bits, and several people gaped and said “get that thing out of my face!”
So I don’t know, but I invite y’all to help (at the risk of seeming like an exhibitionist). I have “before” and “after” photos I’ll happily email to anyone who asks.
Me either!
Wait…I read that wrong. I get no compliments! Drat!
Of course, that’s what my prehensile tongue is for.
Definate grower here. Depending on conditions, mine can be practically non-existant but can become at least twice as long.
Of course, non-exisitant X twice as long = ?
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So…um…do you often photograph yourself naked and compare? Or was this a scientific study done for just this purpose?
Wait. Don’t answer. I don’t think I need/want to know.
I don’t criticize your hobbies, Medea’s Child.
Just last night I was commenting to ** Drachillix ** that I start out working with a set amount of area and end up working with three times the area before I’m done.
I think that deserves at least three times more icecream that was initially agreed on. 
That’s not necessary (though I don’t mind staring at penises). I just think I now know where you got the screen name “Fiver” from. 
SPOOFE;
I thought you must be kidding about TADGER, until I Googlized it and found it in THE PROBERT ENCYCLOPAEDIA under slang. I’m gonna use that.
Gadjer badger’s got a tadger!
Those things are suppposed to grow? When I was thirteen, I chopped off those unsightly baggy things under it with a steak knife. Everyone in the sanitorium said it looked much less cluttered down there. No one would sit next to me at meals, though. But I did get complete privacy in the showers, except for two big guys who couldn’t seem to take their eyes off me. They were in awe and whispered their compliments so as not to embarrass me.
If I fit into one of your categories, I guess I would be a grower. Sometimes I pretend it’s a rabbit and I tend it. And I pet it and hug it. It won’t let me kiss it, though. It always backs away. However, if I could grow it enough…Mmm, rabbit!
Anyone see ‘Lucas’? In that movie some jock makes fun of a nerdy kid’s penis size in the locker room, and the nerd replies that it’s the number of wrinkles in it that matter, not the non-erect length, and implies that a guy who walks around the locker room with a semi may have some homosexual tendencies. I thought that was pretty funny and this thread reminds me of it.
I’m a Grower too, and since I’m uncircumcised Mr. Happy pretty much disappears at times, when he pulls his head into his turtleneck.
Well, I did say “practically”. Sometimes it appears I have less than an inch down there.
Both. Noticeable in not-tight jeans when soft; “awe-inspiring” (to quote racinchikki) when hard. racinchikki and the poster formerly known a ssskuggiii can verify. 