Jake knocked on Katie's door, unsure how to play things. 'Hi Katie, I don't have a pindick really - wanna see?' Smooth going. No, he'd play it cool, invite himself inside, reiterate that he had been really sick the previous day and that if she was ready for round two...
"Oh, Jake." Katie barely looked at him as she opened the door. She was dressed in a clingy pair of pink silk pajamas, tight across the bust, and holding a bowl of Häagen-Dazs. The sound of a romantic movie in the background told Jake all he needed to know - she was cheering herself up with a girl's day in. Had suspecting her boyfriend to be less than average downstairs upset her so much? That seemed really superficial - yeah, as if you were with her for her moral fiber, he chided himself, watching her prop the door open with her curvaceous hips.
"Hi Katie," he said. "Look, I'm really sorry if I came across as uninterested at the cinema -"
"Apology accepted," she said distantly and started to let the door close. Jake caught it with one hand.
"I mean it. I was feeling under the weather and didn't think I was going to do you justice. I was seriously flattered, really."
Katie hesitated then stepped aside to let him in.
"The place is a pigsty - sorry." There were chocolate bar wrappers and women's magazines scattered over the floor and a bowl of pasta that had been allowed to boil dry in the fridge, reeking of burned carbs.
"Look," he said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt, "I came to try and get back my masculine pride - you know, not performing so great at the cinema; I was cold, had a migraine, and..."
Katie cut in - the words were sympathetic but the tone guarded. "It's alright, Jake, not every guy is big. I mean, 50% of guys are under average, right? That's what average means."
"But I mean, I'm not that small usually, really." He realised he was beginning to sound whiny. Come on, he thought, I'm the best hung I've ever been in my life and I'm not even going to be able to persuade her to take a look.
"Lying to me just makes it worse. I think I'd respect you more if you'd been honest about being - well, you know."
"No, listen to me," said Jake, "I'm feeling much better today. If I could just show you..." He edged in front of her, between her and the images on the TV.
"Come on, I've felt it, you don't need to -"
"Katie, really, I think you should -"
"Jake! I do not need to see your little - eek!"
Jake had surprised himself. In one fluid motion he had pulled down his jogging bottoms and briefs, which settled around his ankles, sliding over his relatively smooth legs. His weighty five inch flaccid penis swung between his thighs, uncircumcised head, the size of a plum, a good few inches below his fat balls.
"- Wow. Is ... that real?" Katie grabbed for her reading glasses, blonde hair falling around the look of perfect astonishment on her face.
"Of course it is! I mean, I don't think I was THAT small in the cinema, but I was definitely below par. I'm almost back to my normal size today." Jake was impressed by the flourish he added - Katie would doubt her own memory of what she felt, and he'd even given himself a little wiggle room if he wanted to add to his endowment in future.
Katie's delicate fingers reached out, encircled his shaft, which had already begun to bloat. She had small hands and within seconds her thumb and middle finger no longer completely met around his imposing girth. Her eyes got wider and wider until he reached full mast, rock hard and jutting out at 90 degrees from his slim belly. Even then it continued to get fatter, the sight of Katie's body in that clingy garment driving him to new levels of excitement.
"It's absolutely huge, Jake," she murmured. "Why the hell haven't I noticed it before?"
"I've got pretty good at hiding it," Jake improvised - "it comes with having had an adult-sized dick by age 11."
"It feels so much bigger than before; I can't believe it. It can't have been your cock I felt, surely?"
"Well, you definitely fingered your way around the head," he continued, "I don't think you got much further."
"Jesus," she said. "I must have thought this -" she rested her hand delicately on his shaft, "was your thigh."
Her unprompted rationalisation got him even harder, his now meaty slit dribbling more liquid than he normally produced during an ejaculation. But to his frustration Katie withdrew, those pretty fingers ceasing their stimulation.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," - but there was a calculating edge in her voice. "I just wonder. Liz says her boyfriend is REALLY big. She keeps giving me grief about it. So here's how you can make it up to me for the cinema. I'll invite her and Josh" - that was the boyfriend's name - "over for a double date. You can help me clean the place up, and maybe you'd like to do me a really special favour while they're here."
Jake gulped. He didn't like the sound of that one bit.