The pre-enhanced phase.

So here are the vitals: I’m a thirty-seven year old white male in general good health, 5'10", about 200 pounds (of which I could lose 20 pounds without missing them). This whole exploration and experiment was begun more out of idle curiosity than any particular desperation, though of course men in modern Western society are trained to be anxious about their adequacy in physical manhood. That's the reason I've begun this blog anonymously, even though I have several other online outlets where my name is proudly attached; I'm squeamish (understandably, I think) about attaching my name to the facts that I expect to unroll.

Oh, that's right, the vital measurements: 5¼" in length, 5¼" in girth. As noted, I'm not an especially tall or large fellow, so I don't feel I'm out of proportion where it matters, and in my fifteen years of marriage I've learned the truth of the quip that it's not the size of your hammer, it's how you swing it. And your other tool besides; any man who leaves his fingers and mouth out of the equation is never going to get high marks for satisfaction no matter how prodigious his member.

But I've had occasions when I wished there was more there, especially in girth -- times when I wished I could give her more full stretching.

So I decide, Teh Intartubes are awash in ads for various penis enhancement products. Why not risk the cost of a couple of pizzas on an experiment? If it doesn't work, I'll privately feel a bit like an ass (and that's not a particularly uncommon experience, nor is it normally private. And if it does work...