"Well it would be good to know"

Sam knew he should get going, but his aching fuck muscle got the better of him.

"I guess it would be good to know for sure if something's changed..." he said, walking behind the desk. "This machine grabbed me in the maze and my dick felt bigger afterward."

"I see," Jane said as he approached, slight concern in her voice. She was completely fixated on his pelvic protrusion. "Well let's take a look and see what's going on."

She dropped to her knees, tape measure in hand. "Now let's seeeee," she said. "Your intake file reads 11" long." She craned her head to the left, then to the right, then looked underneath. "It definitely looks like you've crossed the footlong threshold."

She brought her nose right up to the side of his meaty fuckstick as she unspooled her tape measure. To secure the tape, she gripped the base of his cock with one hand, then slowly unrolled it along his cock. When she got to the tip, she gripped the head as well, then pulled the tape tight, jiggling her bikini-clad chest.

Jane's lips unpursed, and her eyes bulged out of her head a little when she saw the number. Sam's girth twitched.

"Someone had to have made a mistake at your intake..." she said.

"What's the number?" Sam asked, feeling curiously confident.

"12.9," she read, dropping the tape. She looked up at him, looking a little shook. "That's a big jump."

Sam's brow furrowed. "Wow," he said. "Okay. Should I be worried about this?"

"N... No" she said, "But I should perform some on-the-spot performance tests. We should make sure the change hasn't affected you in other ways."

"Okay, Jane," Sam said. "What's first?"