Grab 'Em by the Horns, Pt. 2

This is ending up even more slow-burn than I intended, but that makes it more fun, right? This part was supposed to be combined with Part 3, but now it can stand on its own as a stage of the transformation. And I like the way this is taking me.

Laurence encounters new changes beyond his cute new dick, and he struggles to retain his identity in the face of failure.

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“Holy shit,” Laurence sighed, sagging limply into the sofa. His body was floating in pleasure, his new, enormous penis laying against his thigh. With a contented laugh, he craned his neck downward to take in the scene of it. His fingers brushed the base of the thick cock, and he shivered. Finally, it began to soften, and he watched sadly as his eleven inches shrank into what was still an impressive nine inches. Then eight.

He sat up when it reached about seven inches, and continued to slowly pull further into his body.

“No, no no no! Fuck! Come on, man—no, don’t do that!” He grasped his dick and tried to hold it back, or even pull the length back out, but it continued to shrink steadily in his hand. Soon it wasn’t even the modest size of his old dick, shrinking below five inches. Gasping and bucking his hips, he felt his balls, still large and hairless, resting on his crotch. He whimpered as his cock continued decreasing in size, pulling into him, until he watched a frightful two inches disappear into only one. Though his girth had not wavered, he now pulled at a micropenis sticking out from the top of his testicles. It was humiliating. He tried to keep the word from his mind, but it dug its way in until he cradled his genitals in his hands and whispered, “Cute.”

“What? No!”

He stood quickly, but fell back when he felt the rest of his cock inside his body. It was almost like…ten whole inches were hiding inside of him, waiting for the perfect moment to make themselves known. Tentatively, Laurence began to squeeze his thick, tiny cock. It responded to him immediately, bathing his lower half in pleasure as it began to grow again, his foreskin stretching until his erection measured nearly a foot again.

“What in the hell is this?” he asked slowly, his voice almost reverent. He hefted his dick, rubbing his palm along the ridiculously smooth skin and shuddering. How was this even possible? “You know what, I don’t care. I’m just thankful it happened.” Laurence laughed and flexed his hands, letting his erection slowly shrink once again, watching with fascination as it pulled with ease into some secret pocket inside of him, pleasurable and tight. He could still feel his old penis and testicles as well, still pressed up beneath a thin layer of skin under his large balls. This was mad lucky; now he had a massive cock that couldn’t get in the way, and he could feel it all the time.

Laurence practiced walking around the living room, bending over, jumping, doing any number of small cleaning tasks (they were plentiful in a dorm room with three boys), even going into his room and squatting. With every movement he could feel his cock inside of him, rubbing pleasurably, making him semi-erect. It was wonderful, but he would have to be careful not to get too excited.

Switching his soiled boxers for a clean pair of black, Laurence slipped into his soft pajama bottoms and decided to remove his socks as well. He pursed his lips, trying not to smile when he looked down and saw the tiny lump where his new cock was nestled. Coming from underneath, he cupped his balls in his spread fingers to feel how heavy they were. “Oh, why in Heaven’s name does it feel so good?” he asked to no one in particular. Standing with his thighs pressed together, his balls hung heavily against his legs, and when he walked they bounced firmly against him.

He bent over his school bag, unaware that his ass was in the air, and dug through it until he found one of his textbooks. He had been assigned a reading inside of it for his Anatomy and Physiology class, and he thought he might as well get ahead on it now.

He sank into the single chair beside the living room couch, not interested in smelling anything that might have been left behind on it, and flipped open the heavy book until he reached the chapter on the reproductive system. He wasn’t so sure how much he should believe from the book now—he didn’t think it would have much of anything about growing a new cock out of sex toys. Still, he looked with feigned disinterest at the diagrams of the female reproductive system. Looking into a drawing of the vaginal opening, the legs spread, the clitoris visible—Laurence shook his head when he felt a twinge where his old genitalia sat beneath his skin.

Bored, he told himself he’d finish later, and flipped further forward in the book, stopping when he saw a photo of a clownfish and a couple of other fish he didn’t recognize. He didn’t know what exactly the chapter was about, but he thought it might be species of animals that could change their sex. He knew clownfish could do that. And some other animals. But he wasn’t sure which ones.

Laurence stared at the page but did not read, only looking blankly at the photos as his brain suddenly emptied of all thoughts.

It took a moment for him to turn back on, and when he finally blinked, he stared down at his textbook and tried to remember what he was even doing with it. “Ugh, gee whiz,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he fought through a brain of molasses to organize his thoughts. Was he…reading? He looked down and gripped his book, clutching onto something when he had been rapidly floating away from himself before. Eventually, he managed to focus his gaze and parse through some of the language, but it blurred and jumbled into unreadable symbols just as quickly. “Noooo,” he groaned, and stamped his foot against the ground. “How am I supposed to get this done if I can’t read it?”

As he lounged in the chair, his ass almost completely off the seat and his sturdy legs holding himself up, tiny deposits of fat formed in his ass and bloomed in size, cushioning him and raising his hips slightly until they slowed again. Then they spread to his thighs, taking root and expanding slowly. Laurence shifted uncomfortably in his tightening pajama pants, closing his eyes at the sensation of his thighs pressing on his balls.

With a sigh, he closed his textbook and set it on the couch next to him. “Golly, I feel full,” he murmured, rubbing his stomach as a thin layer of fat grew over his abdominal muscles. “I feel really good too. Mmm, I can’t stop thinking about cock…” he trailed off before he knew what he had said, and then sat up abruptly. “I mean—my cock. My cock, the new one. I was—thinking about that.”

He corrected himself quickly, but of course there was no one else in the room to have even heard the mistake. Laurence still felt guilty and embarrassed, and pulled his legs underneath him on the chair. Then he began to count to one hundred, taking a couple seconds between each number to keep his breathing slow. Beneath him, his feet began to shrink in size, his toes taking on an appearance like they belonged on a much smaller person. His nipples twinged, and though he bit the inside of his lip, he ignored the sensation. The sharp edges of his masculine face began to fade, bone shrinking away as he began to plump up: a little redness in his cheeks, tiny rolls on his stomach, even his nipples began to droop slightly.

As his nipples slid slightly downward, dragging against his tank, Laurence gasped and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at his chest in horror. Beneath his nipples, he now had tiny growths of fat. Each time he moved, they jiggled, and sent messages of pleasure to his cock.

Tits! He had tits!

“Fuck, fuck! This isn’t good! How do I make it stop!” Where he had previously had flat nipples, he now had tiny breasts, barely noticeable to anyone but him. They bounced and shook with every tiny movement, like tiny, perky cones of fat.

When the changes finally slowed—which Laurence discovered by pressing his hands over his tiny breasts to stop them from growing, and removing them when he realized they had—he realized that maybe everything wasn’t completely lost. His eyes were riveted to his chest, but it wasn’t actually very big, and easily hideable under an oversized shirt. He could still look masculine with little tits, right?

His pelvis cracked and popped as it widened slowly, and Laurence cried out in sudden aching pain. As it shifted, he felt as if his spine were compressing, and he whimpered until the sensation passed. He had fallen to his knees, curled in around himself as he cried, wishing for it to be over. Then, as the fog of pain passed over him, he looked down at himself and gasped in disbelief, staring at a set of wide, feminine hips and a plump, round ass with wide thighs. They were so disconcerting, it took him a moment to connect the sensation of moving with his own startled movements. His flesh jiggled as he stumbled onto his feet, and he moaned as the jolt passed through his nipples. He squeaked and lifted one foot into the air as his tiny breasts began to grow. Soon they were perfect little teardrop shapes, his nipples upturned, his breasts large enough to hold in a single hand.

“Too…nngghhh…” Laurence began, squeezing his new breasts as the bones in his shoulders cracked and shrank. The muscles in his long arms softened, and all of his limbs began to shorten. He squealed in pain and collapsed, nearly losing consciousness, but after a moment the pain vanished, leaving his head buzzing with static and his body smaller in stature. He gasped again as his hands cracked and snapped in place, his voice turning to a pitiful whimper as he rubbed his palms against his nipples. “Too biiiiggg?”

He batted his irritated eyes as they reshaped slightly: slightly larger, slightly rounder, slightly cuter. His eyelashes nearly doubled in length, and his nose shrank slightly. Smaller features for a smaller face, except for his doe eyes. He pulled his trembling hands from his breasts, staring pointedly at his raging erection poking out of his pajamas. With each gasping breath, he could see his perky tits bouncing against his sweaty chest.

“No,” he breathed, and covered his mouth in shame when he heard his voice end in a needy sound. “I’m…fuck, I’m turning into a woman? With a dick?” Or was he just a man with breasts—that existed, right?

“But what about my hips and my ass!” he pouted, pulling himself fully off the floor at last. If he was just growing tits, why was his body changing as well? There was no way he could disguise himself as a man now! And he was…he was so short!

Laurence looked down at himself in awe, taking in his tiny hands, almost half the size that they used to be. His thin arms led to shoulders so close to his face he tried to jump away from them. When he stood, his pajama pants pulled tight around his ass and dragged several inches on the ground. He had lost several inches of height?! That meant he was…under six feet now? Laurence squeaked in shock at the thought, stumbling clumsily back toward the bathroom mirror as he tripped over his pants.

“Ahh! Fuck!” he yelled as he fell, and as he made rough contact with the ground he grunted. But his grunt came out more as a high-pitched groan, and his groans were starting to sound more like sultry, needy moans. He pulled himself forward, gasping at the sensation of his erection dragging against the ground, and as he stood, his pajamas caught on his feet and were pulled down to his knees. “Oh my gosh,” he moaned with his hands over his mouth, his round cheeks blushing. Though they were tight and barely covered him, at least his boxers had remained over his hips.

He didn’t have time to waste though, and stepped out of the pajamas to tiptoe almost completely naked to the bathroom. The cool air bit playfully at his hard, sensitive nipples, and his hips swung as he walked, even when he tried to stop. Then he had only resulted in losing his balance and toppling onto the ground with his legs spread open lewdly.

Laurence blushed, covering his nipples with one delicate arm, but stopped in his tracks when he turned the corner again and looked up into the face of a woman.

It was a boyish woman, yes, but she had large eyes and pursed lips, and her brown hair fell over her forehead in a messy pixie cut of thick curls. She held modest, but beautiful breasts in a graceful hand, and her slender waist burst outward at the hips in an exaggerated curve. Her skin was pale and flawless, her cheeks blushed seductively, and her soft chin curved delectably into her smooth throat.

“Wait—my Adam’s apple! Wait—I—!” He stopped mid-thought, hearing the light, musical voice that came out of his mouth. “What on Earth—my voice…I sound like a girl?!” His voice went even higher when he asked a frantic question, and he winced at the squeak. He was in deep water now. He had just lost one of the last things that made him a man! Laurence loved his deep, thoughtful voice. He always loved getting the attention of girls with his voice. How was he even supposed to sound manly with a voice like that?

“Hello, hello. Helllllloooooo,” he began, shifting his girly voice as low as it would go, until it rasped at his thinned vocal cords. “My name is L-Laurence. I am a man. Fuck, you would never believe it from this body, right? But…mmhhnnnn…I do have a cock. Ahhnn!” He moaned as he lifted his cock. He sounded sultry with this raspy voice, arresting and alluring, but altogether lacking any masculinity. Laurence blushed hard, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter. His own voice was starting to turn him on, as if the sexy, naked woman with the massive erection in the mirror was calling to him. Instead she was him.

This was way more than he had ever signed up for by opening one of Rob’s packages, especially one that he was supposed to see too. His body had completely changed! He used to be six foot three, and now he had lost almost an entire foot of height!

Laurence ran his dainty hands along his slender, yet curvy shape, shuddering at the pleasure that pulsed through him. H-he was beginning to have a hard time paying attention, kept finding himself massaging his sensitive skin and groping his perfect breasts. They were perfect, he thought with a weakening moan: not too big and not too small, his pink nipples upturned and taut, two perky teardrops of breasts. And he loved looking at them. Even if they didn’t belong on his body, even if they felt alien and heavy on his new small frame. Even if it was starting to get hard to refer to himself as a man when he looked so…female. Laurence blushed again, running his fingers through his curly hair, which had possessed the audacity to grow out into a messy, feminine hairstyle.

“Fuck…why does it…” He groaned in his smoky, sultry voice, before he reached up with both hands and gripped his curls, pulling away from his scalp. The smallest bit of pressure with her skull erupted into a burst of tiny electric shocks, which ran shivers down to his cock. “It feels so good!”

His pitch rose again as he lost control of it, too busy rubbing his fingers along his scalp and gasping at a growing pressure against the smooth skin between his dick and his asshole. Something else must have been wrong—he was far too sensitive. The lightest touch against his skin was enough to send tremors through his entire body, and he kept curling his toes into the concrete floor.

He looked into the mirror again, desperate to find that he had woken up from a bad dream, and that he was actually a man. Laurence gasped, staring into the woman’s needy eyes, utterly transfixed. He watched as she groped her breast, biting her lip when she twinged her nipples. She stared intently at him, gasping lewdly with her mouth hanging open, and rocking her plump hips as her breasts grew. The fat deposits grew, stretching the skin as they slid slowly down her chest. Her erect nipples moved slightly downward, still alert and erect, but pulled to a new position by gravity. The sight of her body—h-his body, so round and soft and feminine, was enough to make him hard. He just wanted…he just wanted to fuck her…

He was already dripping with precum again. When he looked away from the womanly face in the mirror, and lowered his gaze to his cock, he had to move aside the woman’s full breasts in order to look at the girliest cock he had ever seen. “What does that meaaaannnn,” he whimpered, his knees quivering when he gripped his cock and realized he couldn’t even wrap his hand completely around it anymore. It was so big. How could any penis be girly, let alone one as big as this one?

No. No. Fuck, what he needed to do was find help. Obviously this shouldn’t have happened. Maybe there was a company number on the box. He squirmed when he realized he would have to go out into the hall to use the phone, but he had no choice. It was better to ask for help than…whatever was on the other side of this…

Laurence turned back toward the living room, carefully avoiding the woman in the mirror, and walked carefully, his legs splayed to keep them from rubbing against his balls. His erection still bobbed above his boxers, and he did his best to avert his eyes and ignore the feeling of it bouncing in the empty air. He picked up the empty box and blindly pushed his erection beneath the waistband of his underwear. It still tented the soft material that pulled tight around his thighs, but at least he felt a little more modest now. Or at least he looked less like a girl with a dick.

A sliver of pleasure pooled in his core, but he tried to stamp it down. Now he just looked like a girl. “No,” he murmured, sitting down and reading over the box again, praying for a phone number. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Tits out for everyone to see. Laurence blushed a deep red. His skin was so flawless now. He didn’t even have body hair—he was so smooth. All of his moles and his light acne had completely vanished, and now his skin was baby-soft. She had perfect skin, youthful and milk-white, but healthy.

He had to call them, the people on the box, to ask…Laurence bit his lip and shifted his round ass uncomfortably. He needed to call the sex toy company—he blushed at the thought of it—because he needed to know…

“Fuck.” He couldn’t remember what he needed to know. His cock pulsed and he bit his lip, pawing at it through his boxers. Wracking his brain, and thinking really hard about it, he turned the box over and saw the image of the dildo on the front. “Oh yeah!” he exclaimed brightly, and giggled. His voice was high, his tone rich and his drawl unrestrained. “How did I forget? It gave me a huge dong!” He blushed at the naughty word and covered his mouth shyly, feeling his new big cock between his legs. That was definitely what he needed to call about. After all, most girls didn’t go around having massive cocks, did they?

Laurence sighed and turned the box over for a futile third try, before picking up the paper insert and finding nothing. He absently massaged one of his breasts and breathed quicker when he flicked his nipple. Then he froze, and a wave of nausea passed swiftly over him. “G-girls?” he asked, his voice catching. Had he just thought of himself as a girl? His stomach heaved once, and he bent over the side of the couch. “No. No no nonono,” he moaned. He was losing himself, and he wasn’t even aware when it was happening. Was he just going to close his eyes one time and open them thinking he had always been a girl? He couldn’t let that happen.

With a pained expression, Laurence clasped his hands together and focused all of his attention on thinking about how manly he was. It didn’t matter what he looked like—he knew he was a man. And so did everyone else! He was too shy to go find the RA for help now, but when Rob got back, he would just explain everything. Obviously Rob would have to forgive him when he saw what had happened. Rob would make sure he didn’t forget he was a man.

“I can’t believe I forgot,” he said, the creeping horror in his stomach split between two different worries. He had thought of himself as a girl, but he had also forgotten that his body had even been changed! “This is a God-damned nightmare.”

With a despairing cry, Laurence grabbed the pillow which Rob had left out the night before and hugged it against his curvy body. Then he dove headfirst into the opposite side of the couch, burying his face in the cushions and trying to hide from the world. He had pinned his arms and the pillow beneath his chest, and his semi-erect cock had been jammed into the slit between the cushions. He tried to ignore the growing pressure as he hardened, but eventually his hips began to rock gently in place. The rocking became thrusting, sending painful sparks of pleasure racing along his foreskin.

“No no nooo! Please, no,” he moaned, feeling wrong, feeling good, feeling right. He just needed to wait until Rob got home. He could hold out until then. He knew it. He needed…to…warn him…about…

“Please God, please God. Please God don’t let me go,” he began to pray, something he hadn’t done in nearly a year. “Please God I’ll do anything! Just let me tell…Rob that I…um…I’m not—I’m a…mmmmnnn…?”

Laurence had closed his eyes to focus and a fog filled his mind instead of thoughts, cutting him off from the actions of his body. It was almost as if he watched his new body from a distance, standing next to the moaning, beautiful woman as she hunched her back and began to hump the pillow, desperate for a new kind of release.

Her hand gripped his cock and pulled it up, holding it tightly while grinding the soft skin of his perineum against the pillow. There was something there, something in h-her body that wanted to be free. The skin was hot and pulsing. He watched as she hunched her back and pumped h-her cock.

“I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man,” he remembered, repeating it like it was the only thing that mattered. It was so close to release, and Laurence felt himself being pulled back into her body like being sucked into a vacuum cleaner, his arms filling her delicate hands, his toes curling inside of her tiny feet, his chest pulled down by her heavy breasts, and his cock shrinking suddenly as a slit opened between her legs and what used to be his penis became her dripping, spasming clitoris. There was only one thing that mattered now.

“I’m a man! I’m aman I’mamanimaman imimawa—ahhhman!”

She screamed as she came for the first time from both her cock and her new vagina, her hips thrusting wildly into the pillow as the walls of her pussy slammed together, gushing new liquid, and her cock spasmed, shooting thick ropes of cum against the opposite wall. Her gibberish muttering devolved into loud, hot breaths and moans as she rode the powerful aftershocks.

“Wow.”

At least—

She remembered—

Laurence took a long, deep breath and let it out, a contented smile on her face. At least she remembered she was a man.

Her eyes fluttered open, her vision gradually clearing as her long eyelashes widened. She knew she was a man, but she was referring to herself as a woman? Laurence looked down at herself and her cute nose wrinkled in thought. She had breasts, and a vagina. She could feel it underneath her cock, dripping cum down her thighs.

So referring to herself like a woman was mostly right, but shouldn’t she be thinking of herself like “he”? Even the simple pronoun sent a dark rumble of dread into the pit of her stomach. It felt…wrong, but she thought the feeling was wrong too. She should be thinking of herself like she was a man. “I am a man,” she said, and giggled at how ridiculous it sounded. Well, even if it was hard, she—no, he thought he’d try.

Laurence laughed, trying to mask the growing discomfort underneath. “My name is Laurence. I am a man. I have a penis. My name is Laurence. I am a m-man. I have…I have a…I have…cunt! I have a cunt! Oh fuck, no!”

Sh—He curled into a ball on the couch, ignoring the wet spots beneath he—him. “I am a man,” he whispered. “I am a man. I am a m-male. I am a man. I…” Laurence grew quiet, forgetting what he had been saying as his hand lingered down between his thick thighs. With a jolt and a gasp her cunt awakened again. His cunt—his cunt awakened again, already slick with need. It felt so wrong, so alien, but he needed it too badly. He loved the way it felt, open and wet where previously there was soft skin, and he loved the way her little clit nestled in beneath his massive, hairless balls. That way there was always just a little bit of pressure on it, enough to keep him wet and sensitive and willing.

He wondered if he could get pregnant, if his new womb was fully working. He wondered if his cock could get someone else pregnant. If…if he could get himself pregnant. He was long enough to—

Laurence grabbed his cock and shoved the thought aside. H-He was starting to make himself sick with all of this mind play. He—He wanted to learn more about his new anatomy. So that he wasn’t ignorant. That was the only reason, and he repeated that to himself over and over while his hand moved ever closer to the pussy beneath his micro-mega-dong.

He giggled as his cock twinged, wondering why he had thought of that word. It’s not like this girl was some kind of bimbo. Was she? She didn’t think so, but wasn’t that just the sort of thing a dumb bimbo would think? Don’t be ridiculous, he thought. “I am a man.”

“I am a man,” he mocked himself and his try-hard sultry voice with the girliest voice he could muster. “Yeah right, smarty-pants. Not with a sexy voice like that. And not with a voice like mine! Haha!” She burst into laughter and the ridiculousness of it. Sure, she was supposed to be a man, but that weird strap-on had turned him into a girl. She needed to tell Rob what had happened, and together they could call Animal Magic Toys or whatever it was called and find out how to turn her back into a man.

“Oh, thank God, I was so worried,” she sighed, covering her face and leaning her forehead against her knees. “I thought I was going to forget. I thought I was going to think I was a woman!” Laurence fanned her overheated face, but her nostrils flared when she realized how close her face was to her cock. It was mostly soft now, hidden deep inside her like a big surprise, but she could smell her musk, and all of the cum covering her smooth body. Her body was lithe and flexible now, almost as if she had removed a row of ribs. Lord, she had the smoothest, cutest cock she had ever seen.

She wanted to suck it. She wanted to suck her own cock, something she had never been able to do before. Laurence drooled, her mouth filled with thick saliva, as she drew her feet underneath her and thrust her hips upward. She felt the pressure it set against her cock inside of her, and whimpered as it throbbed. Then she watched, hypnotized, as she began to get hard again.

It took more effort this time. She was so tired from orgasming so many times before that she nearly had to coax her dick to another erection. “Yes. Oh, yesss,” she murmured, leaning forward with her hands behind her back as she made contact with her cock. First her bottom lip, then her tongue and her top lip, and Laurence moaned as he began to suck himself. It felt better than anything he had experienced before, and it was so easy to do in her new body! She could do this all the time now! Laurence moaned again and crossed her eyes, driving her mouth down further onto her cock and sucking with her drooling mouth.

Distantly, beyond the primary sensations of having a cock in her mouth and having a mouth on her cock, she realized the door to the suite had been opened. She whimpered, her throat full of cock, because she knew she had fucked up. Here she was fucking herself when she had been turned into a woman! She should have at least waited until Rob got here so he could fuck her himself.

Wait—what?

Laurence shook her head, and as her gaze settled on a wide-eyed Rob standing in the open doorway, her cock slipped from her mouth and a deep sense of shame was setting in. Though her cock jerked and swayed under her spread hands, as she fumbled with her boxer shorts and searched around for her tank top, she ignored the need to finish and covered herself shamefully.

Fuck. Now Rob was here. He was still standing in the doorway—she must have really shocked him! Laurence bit off a giggle and flattened her tank top against the wide curve of her chest.

What on Earth was she going to tell him, Laurence thought, as she watched him take one small step into the living room and let the door close softly behind him. How was she going to break it to him that the beautiful, half-naked woman who had been sucking her own cock ten seconds ago was actually a man, was his male roommate? Laurence covered her breasts with one arm, feeling her erect nipples pressing against the material. Her boxers rode up high around the curve of her thighs, but she was more concerned with covering the visible lump of her tiny dick and heavy balls with her other arm. Rob gave her a small, uncertain smile, his nostrils flaring as he no doubt smelled the tangy musk of her seed spread across the room.

Laurence, not knowing what to say, gave him a small smile in return. Her heart thrummed in her chest, too afraid to admit the embarrassing secret. She was totally supposed to be a dude, for God’s sake! His weird toy had turned her into a girl! A woman! She opened her mouth, trying to find the courage to say it out loud, but each time she looked into Rob’s dark blue eyes, her thoughts trickled out of her little head. She blushed and lowered her gaze, trying to calm her racing heart. What on God’s green Earth was going on? She didn’t have to be nervous! She knew Rob was going to support her, and vow to help her find a way to be a man again. He was a gentleman like that!

Her breath hitched, her mouth fell open as Rob stepped forward, and then he asked with the utmost politeness:

“Is Larry here?”