A better body

"So how does this work?" Connor inquired with a somewhat sarcastic shrug. "I just, what, say, 'I wish I had the body of a sex god', and you snap your fingers and turn me into a muscular, athletic Adonis with a foot-long cock?"

"Almost correct," Meliya replied, rising to her feet with unearthly grace. "No finger-snapping involved. Brace yourself, Master...this may be uncomfortable." She raised her fingers to her full lips and blew a kiss towards him. Connor felt a sudden rush of hot air around him; his flesh began to tingle, almost unnoticeable at first, but growing in intensity by the second. Soon, it felt as if he was on fire from within, or as if he was about to split apart, tear himself right in two! This was no dream...the pain was too real!

The sensation passed as rapidly as it had set on, leaving Connor staring down at himself in the realization that he truly had changed. He had gained several inches on his already tall frame, now well over six feet in height. But that was the least of the changes. He had been tall before, but a beanpole, skinny as a rail. Now, he had filled out--broad shoulders and a body packed with toned, wiry muscle. His t-shirt stretched tight over his torso, outlining rock hard six-pack abs. He could feel a surge of energy coursing through him like he had never known before, the strength and speed and endurance of an Olympic athlete. And something strained almost painfully in his pants.

Heedless of Meliya's gaze, he reached for his fly, letting his newly engorged cock spring free. His thumb and forefinger could scarcely touch around the thick rod which jutted forth so huge and proud, over double the length he remembered.

He looked back up to Meliya, who was one more kneeling at his feet, who laughed softly with the sound of silver bells. "Believe me now, Master?"