Grabbing the bulbous cock head, John recognized that it was indeed even larger than before. His fingers unable to enclose its circumference, it had to be close to 8 inches. “Fuck” said John as he released the meaty head that was his cock and watched as it swung wildly like a sick tetherball.
He pulled his pants up, the fabric straining around his inflated crotch. He managed to button and zip them, but the bulge was unmistakable. He attempted to rearrange things a bit. He found it was easy to work with the thinness of his shaft, but the head of his penis was very bulky, but squishy. Maybe he could wrap his head or squeeze it into something to help conceal it? All he knew for certain was he needed to find Paul.
John stumbled out of the garage into the night, his mind racing with what had just happened. The cool air hit him, and he realized he hadn't felt this way since he had discovered his telekinesis. The feeling of being a freak was all too familiar, but this was a new level. He had to get this sorted out, but first, he had to find Paul. That guy had some serious explaining to do.
John's eyes darted around the dark streets, his newfound bulk making it difficult to move without attracting attention. It looked like he had a grapefruit hidden down his pants. He spotted a figure in the distance, hunched over and jogging away from the direction of the garage. "Paul!" he bellowed, his voice carrying through the night. The figure stopped and slowly turned around, and John could see the fear in his eyes.
Paul took a tentative step back as John approached, his hands still hovering by his side as if ready to use his power again. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he stammered, "I didn't mean for things to go so... big."
John's jaw clenched, and he could feel his teeth grinding together. "Sorry isn't going to cut it," he growled. "You've made me into a fucking joke."
Paul looked around and then darted for a door on a nearby building. He had run into a 24 hour gym. John chased after Paul and just saw him duck into the men's locker room.
The locker room was fairly busy with gym goers. The steam from the showers made it difficult to see well. John tried to discreetly search for Paul without drawing too much attention to himself.
Paul was frantically trying to keep out of view while looking for a way out of the locker room. In his distracted state, Paul bumped into one of the men heading for the shower and accidently had his powers activate on him.
The man was a burly weightlifter. He didn't really notice what had happened as he got into the shower. It became obvious that Paul had affected both the man's penis girth and his testicles. Paul watched as the man washed himself and his penis slowly got thicker and thicker while his testicles also became larger and lower hanging.
John saw this from afar and was torn between his anger and his curiosity. He approached the shower area, trying not to let anyone notice his own abnormality. As he got closer, he could see the man was still oblivious to the changes that occurred to him. His soft cock looked to be the size of a can of soda, while his scrotum looked like two large lemons in a leather bag. John saw a side door close, where Paul had escaped. John chased after, running into the crisp cool night. He looked around desperately and could not find any traces of Paul.
With nowhere else to go, John turned and slowly made his way home, his new appendage bobbing awkwardly with each step. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger. How could he face anyone like this? What would people say?