"3...2...1! Finally, 24 hours. Fuck, that was awful." Jake's 1-inch dick is hard as a rock with the thought if giving himself a massive dong. He immediately started pressing the UP arrow on the watch, but it stopped at 4 inches. When he tried to add more, a message popped up.
"Cannot increase length more that 300%."
"Well, I guess average is better than micro. I'll just make it huge tomorrow." He hits ADJUST, his swollen cock growing to a perfectly average 4 inches.
He heads over to Katie's house, ready to show her his new endowment in the hopes that it'll make up for yesterday's embarrassment. She opens the door wearing nothing but a robe, since it's not a school day.
"Hey Katie, I wanted to come over and apologize for yesterday. Maybe watch a movie or something in private. I'm a little... shy in public, you know?"
She glances down at his crotch, clearly remembering the microdick she felt the day before. She's skeptical, but thinks maybe he was just nervous and soft. Maybe he's a grower? She lets him inside, and leads him to her room where she's already got some sappy romcom playing on her TV.
"Well, you are my boyfriend, so it's fine if we just hang out." She sits on the bed, and motions for him to join her. But he stays standing and starts to undo his belt buckle.
"Jake, what are you doing?"
"I wanted to show you that yesterday was just a fluke," he says, pulling his belt off all the way.
"Jake, it's fine, I don't need to see your little... eek!"
Jake had pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, his 4 inch dick bouncing up and standing proud, the tip already dripping precum and pointing directly at Katie.
"See?" He put his hands on his hims and thrust towards her, proud of his no-longer-babydick.
She just sighed and poked the tip with her finger, looking up at him disappointed.
"What, you think this is impressive? I knew it wasn't one inch HARD. How long is it, maybe five inches?"
Jake was mortified. He'd thought he could improve things, but they just got a whole lot worse.
"Yeah, about five, I think. It's not like I measure it."
"Can I?" She gets up and walks past him to her desk, and grabbing a ruler before getting on her knees in front of him. She puts the clear ruler on top of his dick and checks the measurement.
"So, five inches, right?" He knew that wasn't true, but was too ashamed to admit it.
"Uh, no, babe. It's just barely four inches long. And not even as wide as the ruler. I saw my dad's when I was little, and his was bigger than this SOFT." She swats his dick with the ruler, causing him to moan in pleasure as his dick dribbled some more precum. "So, do you at least last a while? I can make this work, but only if that little dick works."
"Y-yeah, I think so." He says, avoiding her skeptical gaze since he knows he's aching to blow his load.
"Well, let's find out." She wraps her hand around his shaft, the head only half poking out past her slender fingers, and squeezes it gently. She starts tugging it slowly, up and down, up and down. After about a minute of this, Jake grabs her wrist.
"B-babe, STOP." But it's too late, his back arches as he shoots a wad of cum onto her cheek.
"UGH. You gross little pervert. I liked you, so I thought it'd be fine if you could at least last long enough to fuck. But you blow your load in less than a minute from a HANDJOB?! Pull your pants up and get the fuck out."
Jake scrambles to get his pants up, too ashamed to respond. He makes his way out of her room, but Katie stops him at the front door. She taps his shoulder and he turns around. She looks like she's having second thoughts after her outburst.
"Jake, I'm sorry. Let me do one thing before you go. Close your eyes."
Thinking she wants to make up with a kiss, Jake closes his eyes and puckers his lips. A moment later he's hunched over grasping at his stomach. The bitch and slammed her foot as hard as she could into his ballsack.
"Don't ever call me again."