John pulled his pants and boxers back up, adjusting them over his new appendage with a bit of difficulty. It looked like he had a tennis ball in his underwear. "I think we need to talk about how exactly this would work," he said, still slightly dumbfounded. "But I'm intrigued."
They sat back down, John needing to be mindful of his adjusted anatomy.
"Look, I can see how your power could be useful in certain... personal situations," John began, "but when it comes to fighting crime or saving lives, I'm not so sure."
Paul's face fell a bit, but he quickly rallied. "Think about it," he said, his eyes bright with enthusiasm, "confidence is key in any situation. Imagine a hostage negotiation gone wrong. Give the hostage-taker a little extra something to worry about, and suddenly, they're less focused on their demands and more focused on, well, their new endowment."
John couldn't help but snort at the mental image. "You're suggesting we use your power as a distraction in a life-threatening situation? That's pretty risky, don't you think?"
Paul's eyes lit up. "Exactly! It's the ultimate distraction! Who's gonna keep their cool with a suddenly oversized dick to deal with?"
John couldn't argue with that logic, but he was still hesitant. "But what if the hostage taker takes it as a reward? What if they start demanding more... personal services?"
Paul shrugged. "Well, that's when we come up with a plan B, I guess."
John felt his cock throb in his pants and realized his pants were uncomfortably tight. "Okay, okay. Enough of this. I will have to think this over and let you know if there is space on this team for you. Can you please change my cock head back and show yourself out?"
Paul nodded with a knowing smirk, "John, once I enlarge something, it's permanent. You're packing the big guns now, buddy."
John's eyes widened in shock. "What? You can't be serious! You didn't say it was permanent!"
Paul shrugged, his smugness growing, "I never said it wasn't. Besides, think of it as a little bonus for giving me a chance to prove myself."
John felt his face redden with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was stuck with a penis head that was now the size of an apple. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he exclaimed, gesturing to his bulging crotch.
"Well, you could always go back to your ex and show her what she's been missing," Paul suggested with a wink.
John glared at him, "Not helpful, Paul."
Paul held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll leave you to get acquainted with your new... assets. But remember, size isn't everything, but it sure does help in certain situations."