Superior

Thinking of how AI painted Nick’s penis you think, Respectable. Young. Cocky.

But the competitive fire in your gut only burned hotter. “Measure the competition… then measure the champion,” you growled under your breath. Shorts hit the tiles. Your own heavy meat swung free—already thicker than anything in those pics, veins pulsing like power cables under satin skin. You snapped a quick side-profile with the ruler app, uploaded it, and hit analyze.

The fan hummed. Your pulse hammered.

AI returns new information: Penis 2 is significantly larger than penis 1. Not only is it significantly longer and thicker, but the testicles hung lower, fuller, churning with thicker mass than the first one could achieve.

Your cock surged to steel-hard glory, the fat purple head glistening with fresh pre-cum that dripped in heavy strands onto the floor. You wrapped both hands around it and squeezed, feeling the impossible heft that dwarfed every shot Nick had ever sent. A low, hungry laugh rumbled in your chest.

Not just bigger. Much bigger.

The data didn’t lie.

You were the superior cock now.

You accept the finding of the AI and treat it like it confirms your wife’s assertion that you have a porn worthy cock.

You continue to fantasize about fucking Erin brainless, since you know that you’re swinging way more meat than her future husband, but you distract yourself from it by recording yourself just like Nick did for Erin, but you do it for the world uploading your dick all over the internet trying to make it as a solo male pornstar.