Walker opens his eyes and stares at you. "I don't see anything, did you make all that shit up? Does it take a minute or something?" You realize with surprise that your cousin must have decided to help you out after all. Fucking sick! Your face twists with confusion, where did that thought come from? Maybe Walker is rubbing off on you.
But, right, Walker used the ring! You guess you should pull down you pants to see if your dick got fixed. Just a couple of bros chillin', after all, why feel shame when you're both guys? When you shove off your jeans and undershorts with one gesture, Walker shouts. "What the fuck are you doing, I..." He cuts himself short when you both see what has happened. Walker's former dick is gone from your body, and in its place is an 8-inch uncut fuckstick. "Yooooo, dude, fucking lit! You rule," you shout suddenly. Although you hear your familiar voice, the words are... jacked up. "I sound all, like, different and shit too." You raise your eyes from your thick salami to look at your cousin, who is turned away. "Ok, fine, but can you put your fucking dick away? I get it, it worked."
You pull up your boxers and pants with confusion. Why did you pull them down like that? It's not like you really feel bad about it, but... you wouldn't usually do that, would you? "Bruh, which dude did you get this from? Cause, like... high-key thanks, but I think maybe I'm like, ...doing shit all different?" Walker's face is wearing a strange expression... how do you describe it? You guess his expression is all, like, 'what the fuck, dude'. He shrugs neutrally. "Just some fucking guy from my dorm, he's like, popular and okay-looking and shit so I figured it would be fine. Plus he's always bragging about how huge his dick is supposed to be, to like, EVERYONE, so I decided to take him down a peg."
You stare at Walker. "And like, your mans, did he act, all... basic n' shit? Kinda like this?" Your cousin shrugs. "I guess, man. I never really notice that shit. He just talks like other guys at school." Great, you think, now you can't stop yourself from thinking and acting so... so... extra. You can't even remember certain words anymore. Is it such a bad thing though? Wasn't your old attitude holding you back? Maybe you can have more of a social life. And your dick is long AF now, you remind yourself happily. Anyways, it's up to Walker whether you're stuck like this. Fam is low-key in control.
Walker clears his throat, and you focus your attention back on him. "I think that..."