Jordan wasn't sure how to deal with his current situation. On the one hand, he wanted to show off his monster cock.
On the other, suddenly getting a bulge that snakes half way down your thigh doesn't really scream "real."
And his sleep deprivation induced choice of clothing wasn't making it any better. Loose boxers and tight jeans, his normal lower body wear, made it look like he was hiding an extra large banana in his pants. Still, everything was worth it for last night alone. He was somewhat worried that Nevar would have just made his dick bigger by adding more erectile tissue, so same number of nerve endings over a larger area. Judging by the sparks of pleasure he felt even inside his boxers, she'd ramped up the sensivity at least three times. He couldn't keep his hands off himself.
Hence the sleep deprivation. And one completed checkmark.
Still, his parents didn't notice his impromptu fruit smuggling, so Jordan assumed that at least that was working. And hopefully that'd apply to most people. Maybe he could slowly pack his pants over the next few months until he got to his real size?
Shaking his head, Jordan headed to school.
Dennis Rodgers. It had to be Dennis Rodgers.
Dennis was on the water polo team, and annoyingly aggressive about his masculinity for someone who spent every day with a bunch of muscular guys in speedos. The type of person who would stare at everyone in the shower to compare size, then hound people for glancing in the wrong direction. The type of person who's vocabulary hadn't advanced past the late 90s-early 00s. Jordan hadn't heard so many "fag"s since he was forced to wait with a bunch of British public school prats arguing over best cigarette brand.
Of course, Dennis had made fun of Jordan.
And, of course, Jordan had wanted to shove it in Dennis's face.
"Hey, pencil dick. Hey, pencil dick. Hey, pencil dick. Hey, hey, hey, hey." Jordan heard from behind. He finished shoving some stuff inside his locker and closed it.
"Not today, Dennis. I'm really not in the mood." Jordan said, slowly turning around.
Six foot two, Dennis was pretty much the opposite of Jordan, even taking into account Jordan's somewhat inflated opinions of himself. He wasn't necessarily popular, a grating voice and repetitive sense of humor, plus getting his ass absolutely thrashed by a freshman a year back, meant that people generally thought of him as a loud asshole, but... well, six foot two and nearly 200 pounds of muscle. If he wanted to be an asshole, he was able to be an asshole.
Still, generally attractive, knew how to show off his assets, and confident enough to use them, so Jordan was somewhat envious. Or at least he was envious of Dennis's professed exploits. Judging by the showers, his claims of a 14 inch penis wasn't realistic, but Jordan hadn't exactly been in a position to call him out on it.
And that's probably what got him in trouble.
"Really? You gave up, decided to pack, and that's how big you went?" Dennis said, when Jordan turned around. Jordan couldn't really call him out on it. In the bathroom mirror, that had definitely been the most noticeable thing about him, even considering the somewhat garish band t-shirt he'd chosen, a thick tube extending most of the way to his left knee. Tight pants and boxers. Bad choice.
"Dennis, can you at least believe that I'm smart enough to be reasonable about faking shit? I don't need to pretend to have a foot-long." Jordan said, then turned white.
Dennis's face clouded, not sure if Jordan had insinuated that he had a 12 incher or if Dennis himself didn't. He paused for a moment, then muttered a curt "Fine," before storming off.
Jordan's next few periods went well, nobody commented, and Jordan took the time to go through the companion app. Ignoring the English teacher going over the use of theme in yet another Jane Austin novel, Jordan tabbed through the app's functions. Looked like Nevar wasn't joking about being a Personal Assistant. Note taking, calendar, financials, scheduling, the works. Plus an entire list of detailed stats about himself, presumably to track any changes and help him choose what to focus on. He stayed away from the social tab. Didn't necessarily want to deal with that monstrosity during class. Still, a fair amount appeared locked off. Looked like the app was supposed to expand and become more useful as the quest advanced.
The most interesting part, however, looked like a tech tree system for the Rerolling the Lottery quests. Seemed like each unlock could interact and offer more unlocks between each other. Some were pretty obvious, boosting muscle and a body part meant that you could focus on that body part's muscle. Others were a little more interesting, especially the cock-body part interactions. He still wasn't sure how a glans-cock would work. Could you create an indefinitely long recursive penis?
Musing on exactly how absurd he could potentially go distracted him until the next period, gym. Jordan changed hurriedly, trying not to get spotted by Dennis, because Dennis was that type of overachieving asshole. He happily pulled on a pair of flannel sweats, grateful for something baggy to potentially hide in.
Jordan walked out into the gym proper and took his place with the rest of the people who didn't really participate. A couple of them looked at him strangely, but didn't say anything, in particular, just kept up the discussion about new game releases. Jordan relaxed slightly, until he saw Dennis storm out, wearing a tank top and runner's shorts. Dennis's eyes narrowed across the room, and he sat in his usual place, this time focusing his normally varied displeasure on Jordan.
The gym teacher didn't force anyone to participate beyond some warmups, a walk around the room, jumping jacks, something to "get the blood flowing." Today, it was jumping jacks. Jordan stood up and began. Then immediately stopped. Suddenly, he emphasized with the girls, especially if they forgot a sports bra. The angry glare of the gym teacher short circuited that feeling, and Jordan resumed, hoping that he didn't pop out of the pants. It was blatantly obvious if anyone was looking, and could see, of course, and Jordan couldn't bring himself to look in Dennis's direction. Eventually, the gym teacher called for them to stop, and posted a few recommended workouts on the wall before heading to his office to get some paperwork finished.
Jordan sighed, and sat down, flannels were not a good choice, too much soft friction. He repositioned a bit, then gave up. A 10 inch semi sticks out anywhere you put it. Pulling out his phone, Jordan began to kill time, until he heard angry thudding.
"You seriously think you're fooling anyone with that thing?" Dennis demanded, pulling Jordan up and getting face to face.
"Dude, why do you care so much about dicks?" Jordan asked, voicing something that had been nagging him for a while, but he'd never been annoyed enough to say.
Dennis's face contorted with rage and he lifted Jordan by the shirt. "Because I don't like liars." He said, satisfied. Jordan looked confused for a moment, then saw another shadow behind him.
Dennis's henchman grabbed Jordan's sweats and pulled down sharply, and Dennis looked down in triumph. "Jesus!" He swore and jumped back, as Jordan fell on the ground, pants around his ankles, semi out for everyone to see. It felt like reality slowed down for a moment, offering him a choice of what people saw. He decided that the monster dick, especially since Dennis could already see it, had to be better for his reputation than his old cock.