The Bigger Man

It comes back revealing that you have a longer thicker penis than Nick. The AI tells you that the first penis was essentially the exact stereotypical version of an average penis, but your penis is above average in length and girth giving it a heavy handed volume advantage.

Your shaft surged to full, angry hardness, the fat purple head flaring wide, a thick rope of pre-cum already dangling from the slit and splattering the tiles. Both your hands barely met around the root. The ruler app confirmed it—your cock dwarfed every pixel of Nick’s pics by a full two inches and a whole extra inch of girth.

Not just bigger. Superior.

A low, possessive growl rolled out of your chest as the AI added one final line in glowing text: You are the clear winner.

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.