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, and his fingers instead strayed to the 'v' button, brushing over it. '6.9'. He stared at the number. Was he really going to do it? Hesitantly, he thumbed it down. 6.7. 6.3. He stopped at 6.1. That's still above average, he thought - at least by some surveys. And it wouldn't do someone like Josh any harm to see how the other side lived for a change. It's not like he would be making him a five incher like Jake had sported only two days ago ... without even registering what he was doing he tapped it a couple more times. 6.0. 5.9. Jake found his mouth was hanging open in expectation. He pressed 'ADJUST'. A moment's silence.
"Dude," Josh called. "Dude, come quick, it's happening again!"
"What's happening again?" Jake said nonchalantly while shrugging on a shirt.
"The cold feeling - oh shit! Seriously dude, you can't tell me you wouldn't get this checked out..." Jake swung back through into the living room in time to see Josh rapidly removing his cargo pants.
"Woah!" said Jake, "Seriously, there are no net curtains on this place; you cannot be taking your pants off."
"No, I gotta see - oh man, oh man." Josh stared at the folds of fabric at the front of his extra-large Y-fronts. He hooked his thumbs into the sides and eased the fabric forward, looking down at his junk. "Oh fuck. It's even smaller now. What the fuck is happening?"
"Seriously, it can't be that bad," Jake said, trying not to smile.
"No, seriously, I've got some kind of disorder. Look!" Josh let go, allowing the now baggy Y-fronts to slip down his legs. Three inches of flaccid meat greeted the morning light - a lighter shade of pink than it had been, and now almost overwhelmed by his blond bush. His balls were now distinctly sub-normal - perhaps the size of mini-eggs, in a small, smooth sack. "Oh my god. This is terrible."
A terrible light filled Jake's eyes. "It doesn't look that much smaller than last night," he commented. "And we had two HOT women there then. You sure it's not just resting?"
"No dude, it's normally way bigger than this. Way bigger." Josh's fingers started working up and down his reduced dick and Jake averted his gaze. "You got, like, a ruler, or something? Or that tape measure from last night?"
"Sorry man, I don't spend too much time here." Jake turned back and saw Josh desperately massaging a distinctly slender erect dick, the uncircumsized head slightly flared out from the skinny shaft like a mushroom cap. In his big hands it looked not merely average but small. "Yeah, that's about the same size as last night."
Josh looked up. "You're kidding me, right? This is like, six inches. Or less. I can't be six inches." His voice sounded strained.
"Dude, don't you remember? Liz measured you last night. Just under six inches. That's your size."
Josh's eyes looked bewildered. "Under six? No, no, that's not right. She said..."
"Look, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Do you know, the average is like five point five, six inches? You're a pretty solid average in length." Jake didn't mention his severely diminished girth.
"I-I gotta go home. I'm hung over. Nothing's making sense right now." Josh pulled up his pants with nerveless fingers and stumbled to the door.
"Good man." Jake waited until the taller man had gone then went through into the bedroom. It still looked like a very messy eater had been enjoying a triple helping of semolina in the bed, though on second inspection at least some of it was already bone dry and crusty - clearly the results of last night's titfuck. He pulled the sheets off the bed and stuffed them into the laundry basket before finishing getting changed.
Now he just had to contend with an angry boss - and he wasn't sure a magic penis growing and shrinking watch was going to help.