Another 'gift'

The fist thing you notice after you relieve yourself is that your penis is noticeably bigger. You had been six inches in size the night before meeting Dak. Now your morning erection levitated proudly at nine inches in length and thicker now.

Another of your gifts, Dak? You think.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Dak’s voice says, and an image of a hand and arm waving from behind his door appeared. Well, at least he was being polite. You wipe your backside and pul up your pants, and only then does Dak’s image fully emerge.

“What do you expect me to do now, Dak?” you ask. “Take on the government? Expose the conspiracy?”

“If that were all you were needed for, dear boy, I wouldn’t have bothered with the genetalia. No, it will be quite a few generations before you’re ready to blow the lid off that particular cesspool, though if you’re wily you may be around to see it. You see, your lifespan is noticeably extended due to the healing capabilities. I myself am four hundred years old, though natural causes will do me in before I reach nine hundred. Nobody can hold back the clock forever. I am at peace with this.”

“I was at peace with my mere seven or eight decades.” You remark.

“I see that you were. However, this will allow you to achieve the numbers we need. I’ll guide you in the discovery of your new powers if you wish, but I must ask a favor of you.”

“Somehow I thought there was going to be a catch.” you remark. “What is it?”