As Jake looked down at his shrunken cock, a familiar fog fell down upon his thoughts. With each humiliating second, memories of a life without a micropenis grew hazier, feeling more and more dream-like.
"Awww, look at wittle Jakey's BIG, MONSTER cock," Alison said, choking back laughter. "Let's see how much you've grown!"
He knew she was teasing him, but he loved pretending that he had a big dick. Hell, he even remembered sometimes pretending he was just average, and he loved when women played along. He watched as she wrapped her index finger and thumb into a little "o" around his little dick, pumping up and down his tiny shaft. She made short, quick, up-and-down motions, pushing Jake to the edge of cumming in just a few seconds. Alison's low-cut dress wasn't making it any easier, either: as she jerked him, her little tits jiggled around just enough to let Jake see her piercings. Jake bit down hard on his lip, clenching his whole body as he tried to keep from adding "premature" to his list of problems.
"Wai-- wait! I--I'm ab-b-bout--" Jake stammered uselessly as a droplet of precum crowned. To his relief, Alison slowed down her tiny strokes. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. And that's when he felt the soft fabric of the sewing kit tape measure brush against his small penis.
"Well, it looks like I was wrong." Alison said with a devilish smirk. "You aren't two inches. You're ALMOST two inches. Your MONSTER is *so close* to two whole inches. No wonder I could barely get my finger around it."
Jake couldn't imagine a more humiliating moment, so, of course, that's when Mike walked by with his refilled cup of coffee.