Ben spend the time preparing as soon as he'd sent the invitation, the challenge to Chelsea. The idea that he'd used trickery to make himself look larger. His eyes darted to his phone and the App, guiltily shifting. It wasn't trickery, not really, his cock really was as big as he'd posted... as he'd boasted.
The bulge in his jeans was all him, not some length of garden hose. Not being one for comparing with others, he tried to estimate how it compared to before the app. He was far thicker, the girth veiny and his length improved too.
Without getting a ruler out, he was sure it was over 10' long, and twice as thick as before.
- - - - -
The door bell rang, snapping Ben out of his distracted haze. Tucking himself away, he went to the front door. The patterned glass hid the details of Chelsea. But, the rough shape, colour and style of her clothes showed they'd be a great match.
Throwing the door wide with confidence, he drank in Chelsea, allowing her to take in the full benefit of Ben free of any filters or other lies.
He smirked, her gaze had been on his face, an open smile on her face. But, it had dropped almost immediately to his crotch and the lew bulge outlined there. There was even a loss of confidence, that she could manage his sheer size.
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