Hand over the watch

Jake gathers his strength and slides his underwear back on, shuddering as the cloth momentarily brushes his oversensitive cock. His pants follow suit. Jake opens the door to the tired facade of a disheveled 20-something male. A name tag reads "Tim" atop a standard black t-shirt.

Tim extends his open hand, gesturing for the watch's return. Jake shakily hands it over. "You gotta help me" Jake pleas, "I started hitting buttons and it... made my..." Tim raises an eyebrow in mild intrigue. "Nevermind" Jake continues, "I just need to know if there's a way to undo it."

"Alright," Tim replies "have you tried waiting out the duration on the watch?". Jake looks in disbelief, unsure if he's joking with his deadpan delivery. "But sir, it says it'll take 5 days..."

Tim rolls his eyes. "Look man, lost and stolen shit comes out of my paycheck. Until you buy this, your-" Tim inspects the watch, "1-inch penis is none of my concern. Why'd you do that to yourself anyway?"

Jake groaned a bit, "I was just hitting random buttons, sorry. Could I buy that watch, please?"