But before he could finish, John's hand shot out and pushed him away. The sudden movement caused Paul's power to misfire and hit his distended cock head.
"Fuck!" John yelled as his penis head grew even larger, the skin stretching to its limits. He felt like he was going to pass out from the pain and pleasure. The pressure was immense, and his legs began to wobble.
Paul stumbled back, his eyes wide with horror. "John, I'm so sorry!"
Paul ran from the room as John collapsed on the floor and blacked out.
When John came to, his first thought was the unbearable weight between his legs. The pain had subsided to a dull throb, but his new reality was still a shock. He looked down at his crotch and was shocked at what he saw. His penis stretched long and thin from his groin with an absurdly enlarged head laying heavily on the cold concrete. It looked like a plum attached to a small rope.
John stumbled to his feet, his pants pooling around his ankles. He felt like he was wearing an awkwardly large hat that was about to slip off. His balance was off, and he had to lean against the table to keep from falling over. The sight of his distorted genitals made him feel a mix of revulsion and fascination. He knew he had to do something about this, but he wasn't quite sure what.