Jake's finger hovered over the controls of the watch. Of course, the competition won, he should restore Josh to his old size. But some dark fascination held him back. It wouldn't do someone like Josh any harm to see how the other side lived for a change. In fact, other side? Jake had left Josh well over average. So same side. Just a little closer to the divider. Besides, if his memory served him, he could only make changes once every twenty-four hours (or was it once in every twenty-four hour period?). So, he justified to himself, it probably wouldn't work anyway. Instead, he set about stripping off the messy sheets and bundling them together with the dressing gown he'd just used as a cumrag.
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. He threw on his shirt and tie and walked back through into the living room.
"Wild night?" asked a still-despondent looking Josh, nursing his coffee and looking at the bundle of soiled bedsheets.
"Pretty much," said Jake, allowing himself a - figuratively as well as literally - cocky grin and bundling the linen into the washer-dryer. It would have to finish while he was at work. Dressing gowns were fine to leave in the dryer, right? He hoped he wasn't about to burn down his girlfriend's apartment.
"It's just-" Josh still seemed to be on the same topic, "Liz is a *huge* size queen, right? She always loved it and thought it was huge, like, nine inches plus. Now she's measured it..."
Now she's measured it you're worried you don't measure up, Jake thought. The phrasing was interesting, as though Josh was getting used to the idea he had always been 'only' seven inches. Gotta love self-rationalisation.
"Hey man," Jake said, "seven inches *is* huge. It's like, in the top ten percent of men, or twelve, or something. If your girlfriend isn't happy with one of the biggest cocks out there, fuck her." Poor choice of words, Jake thought, but hopefully the sentiment came across.
"Umm," I guess, Josh said, and he seemed to pull himself together a little, his posture straightening back up.
"Anyway, look," Jake gestured broadly at the door. "I really gotta move on. Let's catch up soon, OK?"
Josh nodded and left - Jake grabbed his keys and left shortly thereafter, strapping the watch to his wrist. He'd decide what to do with Josh later - in the meantime there was plenty of fun he could have with his newfound powers.