Jake's finger hovered over the controls of the watch. Of course, the competition won, he should restore Josh to his old size. He reluctantly thumbed the '^' button, watching as that '7.0' incremented up. 7.1. 7.2. 7.3. 7.4. 7.5. He frowned. Was he really going to make Josh bigger than him? 7.5 seemed more than big enough on him. It should be enough for Josh too. Just for good measure he thumbed the 'v' button once. 7.4. He pressed 'ADJUST'.
He pulled on his work clothes, admiring the way his almost six inch semi distended the fabric. Almost obscene, he thought happily, hooking his thumbs into his pockets and, adjusting his stance, letting his for the first time legitimately large flaccid package bounce slightly. He wondered how Alison would react if he got a plus-sized boner in the office ... or even his manager Jane. The thought of his manager startled him out of his cock-size reverie and reminded him he was significantly late for work. He threw on his shirt and tie and walked back through into the living room.
"Feeling better?" he asked Josh, who was standing a bit straighter and, to Jake's chagrin, once again seemed to have a good few inches on him for height. He adjusted the band of his slacks as though he'd been peering at their contents.
"Yeah," said Josh. "You know, I think you're right. It's probably just, you know, performance anxiety. It doesn't look so bad in the light of day. And it's been cold."
"Cold," said Jake. "Yeah, Kate never keeps the central heating on high enough in here. I'm used to it, but it still chips a little off the top, know what I mean?" He let the implication sink in - it was nice to have an alibi for a little extra, just in case he wanted to add an inch. Or more.
He grabbed his keys and ushered a somewhat relieved-looking Josh out of the apartment. On the bus he scanned the various commuters as they got on. 5.3. 5.7. 4.9 - hey, even smaller than his old size. The driver was apparently packing 6.9 - good for him.
"Hey buddy, you mind scooching over?" A large, red-faced man with a leather carryall had got on and was pointing to Jake's aisle. The aisles in front and behind appeared empty from where Jake was sitting, but nevertheless Jake gave him a nod and moved over to the window seat. The man seemed to take up an undue amount of space on the aisle - legs wide-spread and encroaching on Jake's space.
"Jeez," his fellow commuter groaned, "Fuck me. Look at that." He was looking at something on his phone that Jake couldn't quite glimpse over his shoulder, but the other man's physiological response suggested it was something of an arousing nature. Quite a generous package, Jake thought. Well, he didn't have to stand for that. He discretely brought up the watch and pointed it to his right. 7.1. Not on my watch, he thought, pressing the 'v' key until it read '4.0'. The other man quickly fell silent, closing his legs and shifting in his seat as though uncomfortable. Jake remembered the icy sensation when he'd accidentally shrunk himself and chuckled quietly to himself.