Wait, why “give them their foreskins back” when he could just rewrite local reality to make it so none of them had *ever* been circumcised? Wouldn’t that be better for all of them?
It had to be.
As his spunk dried on him, Jake closed his eyes and began to concentrate, drawing upon the great power needed to affect things at this level and knowing instinctually that afterwards he would be quite powerless to do anything else for a while, maybe even forever.
First, himself. He knew how he would do it for himself and his friends. Jake mentally searched back in history and found his own father’s birth. It was a surprising strain but he was able to just make it so that his father was never circumcised at birth because his own father was against it. Time and space rippled and it suddenly had always been that way.
But that wasn’t enough. Jake sensed he had still been cut at birth and found it was because of his father getting cut in his 20’s in order to marry his mother, who didn’t like it. Frowning Jake focused and flipped a switch inside of his past mother: now she was not only into foreskin, she was anti-cut. Not stopping there, Jake erased the old fashioned beliefs that had contributed to his circumcision and made his parents sex positive.
Presto! Jake had always been uncut and he gasped as ripples in time caught up to him, morphing his cock and brain to match, but leaving the memory of it and his powers.
Gasping, Jake opened his eyes and looked down. His cock now (or had always?) sported a longer skin than it had a minute ago and the end was tighter. Much tighter. Jake had phimosis. His glans spent probably 99% of its time tucked away in a warm, slimy sleeve and as a result felt absolutely incredible.
Smiling Jake closed his eyes again and focused on his friend….