"Are you sure you never want to see me again?" I asked. "Someone with the power to change the world, and you'd give up your access to that?"
"What access?" she snapped. "All you've done so far is act on your perverted fantasies."
"Okay, so how would you improve the world?" I asked her.
"Bigger cocks on all the men," she blurted out, and then clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Whoa, Dr. Hauser..." I began, grinning.
"What did you do to my brain?" she demanded.
"Nothing," I assured her. "At least, nothing beyond the wish to increase all women's sex drives. I guess that's what happens when you try to ignore yours. It pops out when you least expect it." Speaking of popping, I noted that her nipples were erect through her skimpy top.
Dr. Von Hauser stared at him incredulously. Then, she stammered something softly about Freud but didn't continue because Joe had unzipped his pants.
Joe fumbled with his zipper and his fly for a few seconds but he couldn't pull out his dick the way that he wanted to from the sitting position. Frustrated, he said, "I wish I was sitting here in my boxers." Instantly, he was in front of Von Hauser in the plaid boxers he had put on this morning.
He fished his dock out of the fly and said to Dr. Von Hauser, "Let's start with small changes."
"You're telling me!" Dr. Von Hauser said with the first genuine laugh of the day.
Joe turned beet red. He knew his meager package was nothing to brag about but he had actually never exposed himself in front of a woman before. It was very difficult for him to hear that from a woman but he didn't put it back, intstead, he put his hands on his lap and said, "I wish that my penis and testicles would change into those of Dr. Von Hauser's ideal sexual fantasy."
Joe gasped as he felt a heavy pulling sensation on his groin. Then, he watched as his dick grew fully erect and then began to expand in both length and girth. The mushroom head of his cock became a darker color and he could feel his balls pulsing and expanding. Joe watched in awe as his dick became less pale and gained a healthy tan glow. Then, he felt a slight prick as he gained a frenum piercing. His dick grew to a ten, twelve, maybe thirteen inches. His balls ached in the now tiny confines of his boxers.
Joe ran both his hands up and down on his improved member then with a slight grunt, he came. Instead of the two or three spurts that he was used to, his new cock expelled about ten or eleven shots all over his boxers, his chest, his hair, the desk and the floor surrounding him.
Joe gave an exhausted sigh and then looked at his therapist and realized he was still in her office. He blushed again and said, " I wish I was cleaned up and dressed in new underwear."
Joe was instantly clean and his package was covered in a sheer pouch that was large enough to hold the now soft cock and expansive balls.
Joe looked at Dr. Von Hauser and said, "I wish you would describe the perfect cock."
Dr. Von Hauser had been working her pussy with her hands as she watched the changes and now she got to work describing what she had done.
"The perfect dick is at least 13 inches long." She said with a moan. Joe felt his dick grow even larger as Dr. Von Hauser had neglected to say whether that was based on it being hard or soft. "It's thick but isn't covered in huge veins." It has a circumcised tip that is extremely sensitive. It is almost always dripping with precum." Joe again felt a slight change as his cock began to leak fluid. His sheer jockstrap quickly dampened. "It has a small frenulum piercing and has large shaved balls that produce quarts of cum every time it ejaculates." Joe felt a shifting sensation in his scrotum as his balls began to churn. Dr. Von Hauser continued, "The perfect penis is always ready to go again and is big enough to be noticible no matter what clothes you're wearing."
Joe gave a start. "What was that last part?" "What, it makes sense that the best asset you have would be constantly on display. Look at me!" The doctor shook her breasts back and forth. She seemed to be more at ease after seeing his overt display of sexuality.
Joe thought to himself, I have to see how this works.
"I wish I was in my PE uniform." Instantly, he was wearing the t-shirt from his high school and the standard running shorts. Only, his dick was out of the overstuffed pouch of the jockstrap and the head of his cock was hanging down against his leg visible to the whole world and already making a small snail trail on his thigh.
"I wish I was wearing a formal suit." Now, he had on a jacket and collared shirt but his pants were so tight that it was possible to see the entire length of his cock running down his right leg.
Joe shrugged at his predicament. Then he looked back to Dr. Von Hauser who had been silently playing with herself during this entire process and her description of him...