John took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heavy presence between his legs. "First, let's get me back to normal," he said, gesturing at his over-sized appendage. "I'm not exactly going to be fighting crime with this thing swinging around."
Paul's face fell. "Do what?," he mumbled, looking slightly flustered.
“Yeah, put me back to normal. You’ve more then proven your abilities”
" I said I can grow men’s penises. I, uh, I don't do shrinking.”
John's eyes widened. "What the fuck, man?"
Paul's cheeks turned crimson. "Well, I can only grow 'em, not shrink 'em back. I figured you knew that."
John glared at him, his frustration growing with every passing second. He felt like a circus freak, his cock now a monstrous appendage that had taken on a life of its own. The garage felt claustrophobic, the air thick with the weight of his newfound discomfort.
"What the fuck, Paul?" he exclaimed, trying to keep his voice steady. "You can't just leave me like this!"
Paul's expression grew serious. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't think it through," he said, his voice cracking with nerves. "It's not like I can just turn it off. It's a permanent change."
John's eyes narrowed. "Permanent?" he repeated, his voice a mix of shock and anger. "You mean to tell me that I'm stuck with this... this fucking circus side-show piece for the rest of my life?"
Paul nodded, his cheeks a deep shade of red. "Yeah, sorry, I should've been more clear. Once I do it, it's done. I've never had to undo anything."
John's jaw clenched, and he took a step back. "Fuck me," he murmured, his mind racing. He had wanted to see what Paul could do, but he hadn't planned on becoming a test subject. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"
Paul looked genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't think you'd actually want me to do it to you."
John took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "So, what do we do now?" he asked, his voice tight with frustration.