*record scratch* Blake is unaware of what changed

-in another timeline where I actually follow the prompt correctly…

Well that was disappointing.

Blake looked down his slightly out of shape body, the light of his phone illuminating his nearly foot long dick. It was big, no doubt about that, he just was hoping for something a little bit… more.

He’d typed in to double his already too large cock, hoping to make it into an absolutely marvelous specimen, yet what he got was the familiar sight of his normally massive length.

“Well, I guess it was too good to be true…” he murmured, regretfully looking at the blinking textbox before once again pulling up the image he had been looking at. As he jacked off, he imagined all the wonderfully perverse transformations that could have been, if only there really was an app capable of that power.

—

Blake slipped out his door, careful not to make too much noise. He slipped down the hall in the hoodie and sweatpants he’d quickly thrown on. He stepped down to the bathroom, his gaze flitting about to the various quiet rooms.

I guess it’s late

It was hard to tell most of the time, with his black out curtains and the odd hours that he slept. Even knowing that his family were most likely asleep, Blake worried about waking them, aware that they might ask questions about why he always seemed to be rushing to the bathroom, especially at such a late time.

I’ve just got an imagination that needs to express somehow… yeah… that’s it

He ignored the mess of cleaning products and more personal feminine items that filled the bathroom, accustomed to the sight after living with five women for so long.

He sat on the toilet for a while, scrolling through his social media, sinking into that mindless “happy space” that consuming like-minded media tends to produce.

An icon popped up on the top of his screen. He thought it looked faintly familiar but couldn’t place it right away. He tapped his way over to look at it.

“The world is ready and waiting… Where are you? :(“

Oh, right… that app.

He’d forgotten completely about it. Consumed with the activity of pulling on his huge cock, things more complicated than the unique anatomy’s being displayed on his phone just kind of disappeared into the back of his mind.

His expression turned sour. This app was obviously not the “genie in a lamp” that it seemed to want to say it was… so perhaps it served another purpose. Maybe it was like a “what-if” writing-scenario. Something meant as a practice in exploring one’s own vices, like a diary, just for something extremely specific.

Maybe Jess got into my phone again?

Jessica, one of his older sisters acted lazy and uninterested most of the time, but he… well he didn’t know for certain, but Blake was fairly certain that Jessica knew more than she let on. It seemed likely that the girl was having a laugh at him with this, installing some app that could “change reality”, getting him all hopeful for something that didn’t actually exist.

“Ahm…” he grunted, looking down at where he could feel the edge of the bowl against his hardening dick.

He chuckled wryly at himself. Figures I’d get hard at the idea of my sister knowing what I’m into.

He had to sit a certain way in order to keep himself from touching either the cold bowl or the water normally, so with an erection… he lifted the annoyance, placing it on the seat as he went back to looking at his phone and the “omni app” open on its screen.

Even if it was supposed to be meant as a joke, he kind of liked the idea of “airing” some of the transformations that he personally found appealing. It was oddly exciting to think about, a comfortable and risk-free space to make the world into what he liked to imagine it.

After all, the changes would just be in his head and on the screen, there was literally no way that he could fuck things up.