John nodded slowly. "Hold on, we're not done yet." He took another deep breath, his mind racing with the potential uses of this power. "Okay, now for the shaft, let’s make it longer."
Paul's grin grew wider. "You're the boss." He took a moment to focus, then began again. John felt the same warmth envelop his shaft, the skin stretching and tingling as it grew longer, but not thicker. The sensation was intense, each inch of new growth sending waves of pleasure through his body. He watched in awe as his soft shaft stretched from it's original 3 inches to 4 inches.
The length grew and grew, reaching 5, 6, 7 inches, and John couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sheer absurdity of it all. His penis now looked like a malformed, exaggerated version of itself, the head grotesquely oversized compared to the now comically thin shaft.
Paul paused, his hands hovering in midair, watching the transformation with a mix of pride and fascination. "Okay, I think that's enough," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
John nodded, his eyes glued to his now freakishly elongated member. "Just a little more," he urged, his voice strained. He could feel his body trying to adjust to the new weight and size, his thighs tightening to support the appendage.
"Most guys don't ask to be much larger than this. Remember, you're still soft." Paul warned.
John nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I know, I know. But just a bit more."
Paul shrugged and continued his work, his focus intense. The warmth grew stronger, and John felt his shaft elongate even further. The pressure was intense, but the pleasure overwhelmed any pain, leaving him lightheaded. His penis was now 8 inches long while flaccid, the head grotesquely large, a caricature of male anatomy.
"Alright, that's... plenty," John managed to say, his voice strained. Paul's hands dropped to his sides, and the warmth dissipated. John took a moment to compose himself, his hand still resting on his distended shaft. He was now at a length that was longer soft then he was originally hard, and the sight was almost too much to handle.
"So," John began, his voice shaky, "How do you usually, you know, apply your... talents?"
Paul shrugged, his expression a mix of pride and embarrassment. "It's mostly word of mouth," he said, "Guys find me, and I help them out. Sometimes it's just a little boost, like you said, for confidence. Other times, it's more... medical."
John raised an eyebrow. "Medical?"
Paul nodded. "Yeah, you'd be surprised how many guys have issues down there. Some have had accidents, some have health problems. I can fix it, give 'em back what they've lost. It's not just about size, you know?"
John considered this for a moment. "I can see how that could be helpful," he said slowly. "But how does it help in a team setting?"
Paul leaned in, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Imagine it as a tactical advantage," he said. "We're not just a bunch of do-gooders. We're a team with real power. And in a world where everyone's got something up their sleeve, a little... size, can go a long way."
John nodded, his gaze still on his groin. He could feel the blood rushing to his oversized penis, making it pulse with a life of its own. He contemplated the implications of such a power. It was more than just a party trick or a way to boost someone's self-esteem. It was a tool, a way to change the course of someone's life. But could it be weaponized? He'd seen enough comic books and action movies to know that power often came with a darker side.
"Okay," John said, breaking the silence, "Let's get back to the interview."
Paul nodded, his eyes still fixed on John's crotch. "What's the plan?"