The next few days passed in a blur of discomfort and awkwardness. John avoided eye contact with everyone, especially the ladies at work, who seemed to have developed a sudden interest in his crotch. He was torn between being grateful for the attention and mortified by the potential for his secret to be discovered.
Dave, ever the reliable friend, took over the team recruitment with gusto. His house was the designated headquarters for the interviews, a place where they could safely demonstrate their abilities without prying eyes. He had set up a simple living room setup with a couch, a table with snacks, and a notepad for taking notes. The first few candidates were a mixed bag - a man who could change the color of his skin on command, a woman who could create small tornadoes at will, and another who could make plants grow at an alarming rate.
Paul, meanwhile, had been keeping tabs on John from afar, watching his every move. He knew that if John's team became successful, it could interfere with the mysterious figure's plans. So, he decided to infiltrate the team by any means necessary. Dressing in a new set of clothes, he approached Dave's house, his intentions hidden beneath a friendly smile.
Dave looked up from his notes as the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" he murmured to himself, expecting the next interviewee. He was surprised to see Paul, who was casually leaning against the doorframe. "Hey, man," he said, stepping aside to let him in. "What brings you here?"
Paul looked around the room, taking in the snacks and notepad. "Oh, I just heard you guys were putting together a team and thought I'd swing by to see if I could help out," he said with a wink.
Dave, ever the trusting soul, didn't question it. "Sure, come on in. We've had some interesting applicants so far." He was unaware of John's situation and did not know Paul was the one to cause it.
Paul sauntered into the living room, his eyes scanning the snacks and the set-up. "What kind of powers are we looking for?" he asked casually, trying to gauge the direction of the team's focus.
Dave handed him the notepad to write down his contact info. "We're pretty open, man. Just folks who want to make a difference, you know? We've had a few interesting ones so far. You got any special skills you wanna throw into the mix?"
Paul leaned in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I might have something that could be of... assistance," he said, stroking his chin.
Dave raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He was intrigued despite himself. "What's your power?"
Paul took a deep breath, puffing out his chest. "Let's just say it's all about making things... grow," he said with a smug smile.
Dave's eyes lit up. "That's got a lot of potential to be a good one!" "Is there a specific limit to what you can grow?"
“I have the ability to increase the size of men’s genitals.” Paul responded.
Dave’s eyebrows shot up. "Okay, that's... definitely unique," he said, trying to keep a straight face. "But, uh, how does that translate to fighting crime?"
Paul leaned back on the couch, his arms spread out wide. "Well, think about it," he began, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Imagine a situation where the bad guys are getting too cocky, and suddenly, they're the ones with the problem in their pants. It's all about keeping them off-balance, you know?"
Dave couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, I'll bite. How does that work in a fight?"
Paul grinned. "Let's just say it's a surprise tactic. When the enemy isn't expecting it, they won't know how to handle it. It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, but the knife is a giant dick."
Dave chuckled, trying to imagine the look on a supervillain's face when faced with such a... peculiar power. "I guess you never know what might come in handy," he said, still skeptical but willing to keep an open mind.
"Are there specific limits to this power or can you kind of change anything?" Dave asked.
Paul chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "They, umm.. they can be specific changes. Like, if you wanted a fat knob, I could just grow the cock head. Or if you just wanted length, I could just grow the shaft longer. Or if you wanted one or both of your balls to be bigger, I could just make them grow. Or…”
Dave cut him off, "Okay, okay, I get it," he said, his cheeks flushing.
Paul nodded, a knowing look in his eye. "I understand it's a bit...unconventional, but trust me, it's effective."
Dave leaned back, considering the possibility. "Alright, man. I'll give you that. But we gotta see it in action, right?"
Paul's grin grew wider. "Of course," he said, "But we'll need a cock to change, are you up for a bit of a boost?"
Dave's cheeks went from pink to a deep shade of red. "Well, I guess if we're gonna have you on the team, I should see what I'm working with."
They moved to a more private area of the house, and Dave dropped his pants, revealing his above average cock. Paul stepped closer, placing his hands near but not quite touching Dave's crotch. "What do you want to see?" He asked.