Paul fidgeted with his hands, looking anywhere but at John's crotch. "Well," he began, "I could always, you know, make some adjustments. Maybe balance things out a bit."
John's eyes narrowed as he processed this new information. "Adjustments?"
Paul nodded quickly. "Yeah, I can only make things grow, but if you wanted to balance things out, I could do that"
John stared at his oversized member, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. He had to admit, it was an impressive sight, but not exactly practical for everyday life. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, the thought of going through life with a giant cock was more than a little ridiculous.
"Alright," he said through gritted teeth, "What kind of adjustments are we talking about?"
Paul looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I could work on the girth. Make it more proportional."
John snapped out of his daze and glared at him. "You think that's going to make a fucking difference?" He grabbed his cock and began to shake it around like a furious conductor waving a baton. "Look at this fucking thing! It's like I've got a third leg!"
Paul took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry, man, I really didn't mean to fuck up your life," he stuttered, his voice cracking with anxiety. "I'm just trying to help people, I swear."
John felt his anger flare up, the heat of his rage making him dizzy. "Help people?" he spat, his massive penis swinging awkwardly like a fleshy wrecking ball with each step he took towards Paul. "You've turned me into a fucking sideshow!"
Paul held up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
John cut him off, pushing him aside with a grunt. The last thing he needed was more 'adjustments' from this guy. "You've done enough," he snarled, his massive head now bobbing with each word.
Paul stumbled back, his hands shooting up in a defensive gesture. "Whoa, whoa, I didn't mean to—"