Bill stared at the sentence. There weren’t a lot of good ways to play with this. The app really seemed like it was trying to antagonize him.
If I can’t fix myself maybe I can know him down a peg or two, Bill thought. He pondered his next move and decided to change “large” to “minuscule.”
Bill hit the confirm button and exited the patrol car. He walked over to the dumpster where Roger was taking a leak. Roger spotted Bill approaching. “I guess you can’t get enough of it, can you!” Roger exclaimed, turning towards Bill, his pants pulled down. Sure enough, the formerly 8 inch cock now barely looked like more than a clitoris, Bill estimated it was a quarter inch at most.
“You know it!” Bill said sarcastically, internally laughing at the giant black man with the micro dick.
They made their way back to the patrol car and Roger fiddled with the app. He was still terrified of using it on himself but maybe he could experiment on his partner. Roger navigated the car towards a known trap house and Bill pulled up the app. The next sentence read: This crooked cop is searching for dealers to extort.
Bill smirked. This might be fun.