Ben has pulled a ruler off his desk and placed it next to his diminishing member. Ten inches, nine inches, eight inches, seven inches, six inches, five inches, four inches--Ben's eyes tear up as he watches his manhood disappearing into his pubic thatch, maybe it will look bigger if he trims it--three inches. Still three inches. Not two and half. Ben is relieved.
"There. You're now exactly 2.5 inches shorter than me, at least in penis length. Hehe, but don't worry, you'll get bigger. As soon as I'm finished modifying you, I'll upgrade my own body. I think I'll give myself a 9 inch nail, which will grow you to 6.5 inches. I haven't seen you naked for a while, but based on the bulge in your jeans, I'd guess that would be an improvement over your original hardware, wouldn't it?" Tommy's voice cackled through the computer intercom.
Obedient slave, the Ben now was, answered, "Yes, Master Thomas, it would be an improvement. Thank you, sir."
"I bet you can't wait to give me a blow job, can you?"
"A blow job?!! If you think I'm goin' to give you a blow job Tomm--Master Thomas, I w-w-w-ould b-b-be d-d-d-e-light-ted," Ben spat out as his brain rewired itself per Tommy's Chronivac programming, "I am positively drooling at the prospect, Master Thomas."
"Hehe, I bet. Well, now I suppose I should redo the rest of you. Let's see how about I turn you into a muscle stud chick magnet. And of course, I'll end up bedding the girls you attract, since you only get hard when I tell you to...I think I'll up your pheromone output too. Ew, now that's a feature I never expected...you can produce both male and female attractants...hehe. Let's see body fat percentage 7%, weight 250 lbs, height 5 foot 10 inches. Massive pecs...ribbed abs, you're going to be a regular muscle mag model when I'm through with you, bro."
"Thank you, Master."
"Now while I'm doing this, I want you to tell me which guy at school you are most afraid of?"
"Oh, that would be Nick the star receiver on the football team. He's positively evil, and he's big and strong, and..."
"Call him, and invite him over."
"Invite him over, sir? What for?"
"For a wrestling match, and after you call invite him, put on a speedo, and hook up your web cam."
"Yes, Master."