John leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes searching Paul's face for any sign of deceit. "Alright, I want to see it," he said finally.
Paul looked surprised. "What? Here? Now?"
John nodded. "If you're serious about joining the team, I need to know what you're bringing to the table. And if your power is as unique as you claim, I've gotta see it in action."
Paul swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He looked around the cluttered garage, then back at John. "Okay, but you can't tell anyone, okay? I've got a reputation to protect." “There’s no one else here. How do you want me to do the demonstration? Who should I adjust?”
“Well,” John pondered, “I can’t have you adjust yourself, because maybe you can just change your body but not others and that wouldn’t be very useful. I guess that means you’ll be adjusting my cock.”
“Alright, stand up and take off your pants.” Paul instructed to John.
John rolled his eyes but nodded. He wasn’t exactly embarrassed by his cock, but John had a fairly average penis. While soft, he was 3 inches long and 4 inches in circumference. John was also uncut. "Fine. Let's get this over with." He stood up and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down to his ankles. The cold concrete floor sent a shiver up his spine, and he felt a bit self-conscious. But if this was what it took to understand Paul's power, he was game.
Paul's gaze was focused, his hands hovering a few inches away from John's crotch. "So, what do you want to see?" he asked, his voice steady.