A quick fix

With the "dinner show" concluded and their steaks finished, Trey and Akash felt satisfied. Trey didn't even bother waiting for the bill. He reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around empty air, and wished. A thick wad of hundred-dollar bills, crisp and new, materialized in his hand.

He slapped the cash down on the table, way more than enough to cover the meal. "Keep the change," he said to the waiter who was passing by, not even bothering to count it.

They walked out of The Velvet Lounge. They got back into the Mustang. As Trey pulled away from the curb, a thought that had been nagging at the back of Akash's mind finally came to the forefront.

"Hey, uh, Trey?" Akash began, his voice a little hesitant. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Shoot," Trey said, his eyes on the road.

"It's about... well, it's about my cock," Akash said, a blush creeping up his neck. "The girl in the bathroom was great and all, but... you know. I'm kind of... lacking. In the size department."

Trey chuckled, a deep, knowing sound. "Yeah, don't worry about it. We can fix that."

Akash's face lit up with relief and excitement. "Really? You can do that?"

"Dude, I can do anything," Trey reminded him. "Just do me a favor. Pull out your phone and look up some cocks. Find a picture of something you like, and I'll make it happen. Consider it a late birthday present."

Akash eagerly pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen. He typed "big cocks" into the search bar, his face illuminated by the glow of the screen. He scrolled through images, his expression a mixture of awe and aspiration. After a few minutes of careful consideration, he found the one.

"This one," he said, holding his phone out to Trey. "This one's perfect."

Trey glanced over. On the screen was a picture of a thick, perfectly formed brown cock, about seven inches long, with a proud, defined head and a pleasing symmetry. "Nice choice," Trey said with an appreciative nod. "Good taste."

He turned his attention back to the road, and with a simple, silent thought, made the wish.

I wish Akash's cock is permanently replaced with the one in the picture he just showed me.

Akash gasped, a sudden, strange sensation blossoming in his crotch. It wasn't painful, just different. A feeling of weight, of fullness he had never experienced before. He cautiously undid his belt and pulled down his zipper, peeking into his jeans.

His eyes went wide. There, nestled in his boxers, was the exact cock from the picture. It was his now, a beautiful, thick, seven-inch masterpiece, looking completely natural, as if he'd been born with it.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, a huge, ecstatic grin spreading across his face. He quickly zipped himself up, feeling a newfound sense of confidence surge through him. "Trey, you're the best fucking friend a guy could ask for."

"I know," Trey said with a smirk.

With Akash's upgrade complete and their bellies full, they drove on through the city. "So," Akash said, leaning back in his seat, a hand resting comfortably on his newly enhanced crotch. "Where to next, man? I'm feeling unstoppable."