Percentiles: Chapter 4

Master Synopsis: Two friends submit to a series of evaluations that always seem to revolve around means and percentiles, and color-coded pills. Oddly, the two of these budding young men begin to react, in different ways, to the medication. A true test of their friendship occurs in the midst of confusing times.

Chapter 4: Bad Jokes

"Finally! A new week!" 

Paul declared himself whole again with the new week. Finally he could forget about the weird happenings of the week prior. As he woke up he stretched and examined himself in the mirror: Normal mostly... thinner yes... but Dr. Fry told him to expect changes from the study...

"Maybe if I go to the gym more it will get me feeling better. I hate this stupid medication!" 

While Paul stood there happy to have renewed energy back he felt down at his dick, now bummed that every time he touched it 41% flashed before his eyes. Despite feeling more energy, Paul cursed the study he and Adam signed up for and hurried to get ready. 

"This better be worth the money cause it's making me agitated," he admitted, putting on his shoes, eager to workout.

Adam was still asleep.

"I've gotta catch up to Adam too... He's getting bigger" Paul noticed a shirtless Adam sleeping on the living room couch. 

"His body frame always makes him look bigger," Paul assumed, noticing the definition Adam had on his biceps and chest.

* * *

The gym was a bit crowded which forced Paul to use the weight racks he wasn't accustomed to. It took three tries but after multiple weights were removed Paul found a weight that allowed him to lift the bar...

"Need a spot?" He heard a deep voice out of the blue.

Paul focused in and saw a big, hairy, jock assume the spot position, standing directly above his head, crotch inches above.

"I'm just warming up, thanks," Paul declined.

"Nonsense bro. I've been watching ya struggle past ten minutes."

Paul got offended quick. "I can lift just fine, watch!" 

Paul assumed proper form just as the jock inched forward a bit. Paul saw a definite bulge directly above him. His jock spotter didn't seem to be wearing underwear...

"Alright bro, get ten reps and you might get bigger, haha."

Determined, Paul got to work. One.... Two...

Three... 

"His dick... it's in front of my face!" Paul realized. Paul was forced to close his eyes but found he only thought of it more. 

"He's bigger than me. His dick makes a huge bulge." 

Paul pushed and pushed... 

"Need to show him... a smaller dick guy can do it!" 

Now anger...

"I have to..."

"C'mon little man! Four... Five...!" The jock took a tug at his own dick through his shorts. 

"He's probably one of the 59-percent who's bigger than me..." he suddenly realized. Paul then felt sudden weakness, remembering how the medication was making him feel weaker in general.

"I can't-" Paul dropped the weight rack on the latch. 

"Lame! Won't get bigger like this, dude." 

"Just tired, actually I'm leaving now," Paul defended, the jock chuckling as he left.

He ran to the locker room just wanting to pack up and leave but found the locker room hard to navigate.

"Gotta be quick in here, busy!" 

Paul yanked down his gym shorts in a hurry but a group of guys who were fresh out of a basketball game came roaring into the same aisle Paul now stood naked in. Little to no time passed before the group of young men were stripped down to nothing as well. Their dicks were on display, and large they were. 

"How big are they I wonder? Probably bigger than me if I'm at the 41-percentile," Paul guessed now. 

"Ugh! Why do I keep doing this to myself? It's stupid! It doesn't even matter! I'm plenty big enough and there are many guys who are smaller, so yea!" Paul hurried along, eager to get home to peace. 

Just as he scooted by the clump of men, Paul heard the biggest guy of the bunch joke, "Sorry little man." 

On his way to the car, Paul flexed his biceps and looked at his reflection in the car windows...

"I'm not that small, why would he even call me that?" 

"The past two weeks have been weird as hell. I really want to go home and chill."

* * *

Adam was not home when Paul arrived. He retired to his bedroom for a much needed nap. 

Adam had been on a walk to class with Josh, a new friend of his from the gym, when a skimpy student government officer approached them both...

"W-would you like to sign our petition for campus unisex bathrooms?" The kid spat out fast.

Josh, known for his arrogant nature, told the kid off:

"Get lost, freak." 

Josh turned to Adam and laughed as the kid skipped away unhappy. "Don't you just hate those faggy student government people?"

"Hahaha yea," Adam agreed.

Josh went on...

"...With all their tiny dicks they don't have anything else to do." 

Adam laughed more. Josh took a casual grab at his crotch as he turned to Adam once more...

"Us real men have bigger dicks, no time for that shit. Ya feel me?" 

Adam, still in the process of laughing, spat out a quick 'mhmm' before remembering what Dr. Fry'd told him about his penis size and it being in the 64-percentile. 

"Yea man!" Adam said, feeling quite cocky himself all the sudden. 

Adam enjoyed the company of Josh so much that he decided to invite him over to the apartment so that he, along with him and Paul, could all hangout. 

"You should stop by my place sometime. My roommate is chill as fuck."