I sat back, and watched her hand stroke up and down my cock. Nothing ever felt so amazing. She was doing it a bit differently than I do though.
"I...how come you are stroking it that way?" I asked.
Penelope smirked, and looked up at me. "This is an exercise, for the penis. It forced more bloodflow into it than out, forcing it to get a bit bigger, and overtime, it will grow."
"Wait...You want my penis to get bigger?" I asked.
"Yep. It's gonna be great." She said. "This is just a warmup though." She said, and used her other hand to take a penis pump out of her purse.
I paused. "W-Wait a second...I...I already have enough trouble hiding this thing...you wanna make it bigger?"
Penelope put her left hand around the base of my penis, and her right hand at the top, and squeezed several times. It was slightly painful, but hot. "You know, I remember, last year, when we had that group project together?" She started, and I nodded. "Well, I remember you being funny, smart, and cool. But you always hold back. You were always worried about what everyone thought of you."
"I don't see..."
"You idiot, I've known you had a penis since then. I saw it. And you shouldn't worry about it. You should be happy with what you have." She said, and grabbed the penis pump.
"Hold..."
"This pump will only make your penis larger temporarily. The more you use it, the more permanent the results will end up being. I'll pump you up this time, if you don't like it, you don't have to do it anymore, ok?"
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