Seeing 3 Inches

At the sink, you popped your morning dose of the penis enlargement pills, washing them down with a swig of tap water. You grabbed the bottle of special cream and began to massage it into your half-hard member, rubbing in circles as the directions indicated. It stung a bit but if it got you to 3 inches by New Year's it would be worth it.

After drying off from your shower, you tugged on a pair of compression shorts to keep your package under control. Even at a modest 4.2 inches, you knew it would be noticeable under your jeans otherwise.

The data center was bustling as usual, you and your coworkers troubleshooting code and sipping energy drinks to stay alert during the long hours. Breaks were spent scrolling Tinder and looking up penis enlargement routines, eager for any tips to hurry the process along.

When you finally clocked out, you headed home, collapsing on the couch for a nap before your Facetime call with Ashley. You were just drifting off when the phone rang.

"Hey there, handsome," Ashley greeted you with a smile. You chatted for an hour, giggling at her jokes and trying to impress her with your knowledge of craft beer. She flustered you a bit, her sparkling eyes and warm smile making you shift in your seat.

The next day was more of the same - wake up, pills, cream, work, Facetime with Ashley. She was so charming, and the way she said "Aww, I'm so looking forward to meeting you in person!" made your heart race.

On December 30th, you had a rare morning off. Eager for results, you popped your pills and grabbed a ruler before whipping out your dick. You wrapped your hand around the base...and lost your grip. Confused, you tried again. Your cock disappeared inside your fist.

Panicked, you flipped open the ruler, placing it against your receding member. It came up short - a mere 3.3 inches now. Tears stung your eyes. You'd been robbed!

Hands shaking, you called the number on the package. A disinterested voice answered. "Penis-Enlarger 3000, this is Steve. What can I help you with?"

"My dick...it's shrinking! The cream and pills were supposed to make me bigger, not smaller!" you shouted into the phone.

"Aww you're at 3 inches, huh? Same thing happens to all you data nerds, bro. You're fine. See you on New Year's, dweeb!" Steve laughed before hanging up.

You wept, sliding down the wall. How could you face Ashley?

You spent the day in bed, eating chips and cursing the world.

On New Year's Eve, you tugged on your best blazer and splashed on cologne. You made your way to the restaurant, stomach churning.

When you saw Ashley, radiant in a red dress, heartbeat quickened. "Happy New Year!" she beamed, offering a hug. You patted her back, praying she couldn't feel what little you had going on.

She stuck her hand under the table, toying with your zipper. "I really like you. I have a surprise for later..." she purred. You nearly fainted in your seat.

Somehow you made it through dinner, hands shaking and sweating. When she suggested heading to her place for a "nightcap", you had your excuse ready.

"Ashley, I have something to tell you..."

"Oh? What's that?" She leaned in close, eyes searching yours.

You took a deep breath. "I'm not...I'm not who you think I am. I don't actually work at Google. I'm just a lowly data center drone. I thought if I could make myself...sexier...you'd like me. But I'm just me. 5'5" and hung like a 90 year old. I'm sorry."

To your shock, Ashley threw her head back and laughed. "I don't care about any of that stuff! I like YOU. We'll figure it out. And I'm sure you're cute everywhere." She winked. "Now let's get out of here, I thought you'd never ask!"