Trying to take his mind off the horror of his reality (at least for 24 hours), Jake backed up the video to a happier, more innocent time. Specifically, he froze the video as Katie bent over, and her two globe-like asscheeks were mid-jiggle, putting her pussy into view. Jake started stroking his three inches of glory furiously at the pussy that he couldn't possibly get in his current state. Hell, he probably couldn't make it past those asscheeks into her pussy even if she agreed to let him fuck her with his miniature dick. Maybe if she spread her legs...
No! Jake couldn't believe what he was thinking. This was only temporary. In 24 hours, he could reverse the inches-centimeters thing, or just bump up his size. Hell, he could do both. He would do both, as a little (ouch, don't use those words right now, Jake) treat to himself, he could just skip right past 8 and into 9 inches of glory. He could probably get away with ten inches. It would certainly make the transition to double-digit inches easier for Katie to swallow if he just jumped straight into that and then tapered to a reasonable size from there. Well, a little past reasonable. There were probably stretches or something that Katie could--
*tap!* *tap!* *tap!*
Huh?
Waking from his daydreaming of the cock he could have, Jake was brought back into the world of the cock he was currently stuck with. There, outside his window, was Alison. She was a rail-thin blonde with an affinity for sundresses and wearing her hair in milkmaid braids with some sunglasses that she never actually wore, though it was her no-bra policy and pert little B-cup tits that usually drew Jake's interest. Between the marathons and daily yoga sessions, her firm butt would get some occasional love when she wore more form-fitting clothes. Over the years at the company, the two had developed a bit of a work-flirt relationship, though there were times that Jake could swear that she wanted more. From her Cheshire grin, she probably was expecting more. A lot more.
"Hiiyee!" Alison said through the glass as she waved her hand slightly and curled her pinky finger.
"Well," Jake thought, "at least it can't get any worse."
And that is when he heard the shutter sound of the camera on Alison's phone.