"Alright that's enough! We don't want you two getting the stage wet before the big finish!" She said.
You gulped, you were nowhere near all that hard. Between the pressure of being on stage, the confidence that Jenny exuded, and the crowd watching you couldn't quite manage to get to a full erection. You eyed over to Jenny... well although she managed to get fully erect she thankfully was still pretty modest. Hopefully you could just edge this out.
Cass pulled out a tailor's measuring tape and playfully measured Jenny's cute cock.
"6 inches even!" She declared, giving Jenny a celebratory stroke, "Wow, you two must be pretty close in size judging by my expertise!"
Cass winked at you and sauntered over. She gave you a quick tug as you had to wait - her hand was warm and it did actually get you slightly harder.
She rolled the tape out, it was close to 6 inches... Cass had to sit eye to cock eye to get the final reading.
"Well, well! 5.9 inches!" She shouted, "It looks like our Jenny beat our challenger!"
The crowd shouted with joy.
Cass playfully held a jar of lotion while pulling out the portable transfer machine.
"Hmm... which one should it be... lotion or machine?" She wondered, "Well, what kind of a host would I be if I didn't get our lovely audience a choice? Well, audience? How should we transfer these inches?"
The crowd went wild but after 30 seconds it was clear that...