Jake spent a few moments browsing Make Me Larger. While 7.5AndGrowing still hadn't made any posts, this new version of him had liked and favorited significantly different content. While his 5.5 inch iteration had liked posts showing alleged gains after penis exercises and the corresponding regimen - even when, in retrospect, they were clearly pics of different guys, probably from social media - Jake at 7.5 inches had apparently been more into the posts debunking those pics, as well as the posts claiming porn stars to be nowhere near their advertised sizes. Almost as if he was seeking reassurance that he didn't need those exercises and was already major-league big.
"Less than 2% of men have more than 7 inches," said one post from 'BigHero6' that this version of Jake's account had liked. 'Most porn stars are between six and seven inches." The thought of being not just in the top 10 percent but the top *2 percent* - even though that sounded exaggerated - was irresistible and Jake's hand roamed back to his sizable erection, painfully tight in his work trousers.
A sudden shift of the light outside as a truck rolled past brought him back to his senses. The clock in the corner of the screen said 0956. He was almost two hours late for work.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," Jake moaned, quickly standing up, catching the head of his cock on the edge of the desk and sitting back down again. He closed his girlfriend's laptop without shutting it down properly and started hunting for his phone (near where his jeans had fallen), his wallet (underneath the bedside table) and the watch (nowhere to be found). He wavered back and forth between the door and the bedroom. If he didn't set off right now, there was a good chance he would be straight up sacked.
But he couldn't just leave the watch at Katie's apartment, right? It was ... it was... expensive? He suddenly felt a strange sense of vagueness, as if he couldn't quite recall why it was so important. It was ... powerful, right? It could do a whole bunch of things, although he was increasingly fuzzy on what those might be. He had a distinct memory of accidentally using it to shrink his ... no, that had been a dream, right? He patted his reassuringly full package. If anything it felt bigger than normal. He clearly had size comparisons on the brain.
He shook his head. Whatever it could do, it couldn't have left the apartment. So he could come back later, or get Katie to bring it over once she found it.