"i don't know, Ty. Somethign still doesn't feel right. Like it's not my own dick... or soemthing," Robbie whined.
"Well, let's take a look," responded Ty.
"No way, man. what do you think I am?" Robbie retorted, angry and shocked.
"Oh, come on. You know and I know I ccan make you show it to me anytime, anywhere," Ty began. "Let's just cut to the chase, OK?"
Reluctantly, Robbie 'dropped trou' and was amazed to see his endowment snake out an inch as he watched. He felt himself stretch up and out a bit, too, just as before after completing a set of push-ups. The now taut shirt felt surprisingly good against his chest and back.
"Didn't I mention it?" Ty asked. "Every time you show your prick to a guy fromm now on, you'll gain an inch and 10 pounds. Every time you show it to a chick, you'll lose the same amount."
"But, but..." Robbie sputtered, hiking the shorts back up.
Before he could finish a sentence, Ty turned and was gone.
But not without peeking his head around the door. "Oh, yeah, and you have to show it to someone at least once every day or you'll go back to pre-push-up Rob. Now forget about any of this ever happening."
With that, Ty was gone. Rob stuck a thumb under his waistband, stretched out the elastic, and looked down. "God, I'm so hot. This is too rad not to share with someone," he thought.