John took a moment to think, stroking his chin. "Look, Paul, your power is... unique. But I've got to be honest with you, I'm not sure how it fits into our mission. We're looking for people who can help with more, well, community-oriented problems. Like stopping crimes, putting out fires, that kind of thing."
Paul's face fell slightly, but he nodded, understanding. "I get it. But, think about it. What if someone's in trouble, but they're too embarrassed to ask for help? Maybe my power could give them the confidence to come forward."
John couldn't argue with that logic. It was true that confidence was a powerful tool, and if Paul could give it to people in a very literal way, it might just be an asset.
"I'll think about it," John said finally, tucking his oversized cock head back into his pants. "I've got a few more people to interview. But you've certainly made an impression."
Paul looked hopeful. "That's all I ask, man."
As they walked back to the door, John couldn't help but ask one more question. "Before you go, can you, uh, make it more comfortable for me?" he asked, gesturing toward the bulge in his pants.
Paul nodded eagerly. "Sure thing," he said, raising his hands again. This time, John felt a different kind of warmth, one that spread along the length of his shaft. He watched in amazement as his bulge shifted. "Whoa, Paul, what are you doing?"
But Paul was too focused to notice John's question, as he proceeded to shift his focus to John's balls. John felt his scrotum relax and hang lower as his testicles plumped slightly. Again, the bulge in his pants became less pronounced, as his cock could rest closer to his body, without fighting his balls for space. "Paul!" John was shouting now. He could feel Paul making his penis shaft thicker as his package rounded out.
Paul finally looked up, a bit bewildered by John's reaction. "What's wrong, man?"
John's eyes were wide with a mix of shock and horror. "What the hell did you just do?!"
"I was just trying to make it more comfortable for you," Paul said, his voice still filled with excitement. "Isn't it better?"
John stumbled back, his hand on his crotch, feeling the unfamiliar weight and fullness. "I said make it more comfortable, not grow me bigger!"
Paul's eyes widened with understanding, and a look of embarrassment swept over his face. "Oh, I thought you just meant to make it less obvious. I made your cock longer, so your head wouldn't poke out so much and hang downward, but I had to make your balls hang lower to give your big cockhead space and I rounded the whole thing out by making your shaft thicker to kind of pack everything into place. It makes your bulge much less noticeable. I'm sorry, man, I didn't realize you wanted me to shrink it back."
John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Can you, like, put it back to normal?"
Paul's expression grew serious. "Look, I can only grow things, not shrink 'em. What I do is permanent. That's just how my power works."
John's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been so caught up in the absurdity of the situation that he didn't think about the implications. "What am I supposed to do now?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.
Paul shrugged, trying to hide his own discomfort. "I dunno. Maybe get used to it? Or, you know, use it to your advantage."
John let out a dry laugh. "Use it to my advantage? What, scare off muggers with my giant cock?"
Paul chuckled nervously. "I'm sure you'll figure something out."
John took a moment to compose himself, then nodded. "Okay. I'll consider your application. But I need to talk to the others first, see if they think you'd be a good fit."
Paul looked relieved. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate the chance."
As he left the garage, John couldn't shake the feeling of his altered body. The weight of his enlarged genitals was a constant reminder of the strange turn his night had taken. He pulled his pants up as high as they would go, trying to hide the bulge.