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P.K. jogged along on his morning run. He enjoyed being out and about, extending his reach, letting his influence grow.

A perfect example of his power at work was just up ahead.

The park was a perfectly normal park. It was early in the morning and virtually no one was there. Except for one other health nut. The middle aged blonde jogged around the park. The same as she did yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. The same as she had for the past month. Since she had fallen into P.K.'s clutches. He didnt even know her name, he had just passed her on the road one morning while she was out and about and had whispered in her ear. From there she had dutifully come to the park each morning and exercised while he viewed her body and thought about what to do with her.

Today was the day. The day that he took an actual active part in this woman's fate. He had finally made his decision on what he was going to do with this middle aged blonde. Today he'd do more than just whisper a suggestion in her ear while passing. Today he was going to start sculpting this raw material into one of his masterpieces. The perfect example of one of his most common pieces.

The blonde jogged on by and he followed behind her. P.K. grinned as he kept pace, just far enough away to keep up a sustained magical impulse into the woman while appearing to the passerby to be just another jogger. His eyes twinkled as he watched her lumpy cellulite filled butt and thighs firm up and get rounder under her spandex leggings.

The blonde eeped and stutter stepped to a halt. She looked around and tried to subtly check her ass with her hands as P.K. jogged past her.

He circled the park before he slowed to a stop next to the blonde who was standing off by herself, trying to hide the fact that she was feeling up her ass and thighs with stretching.

"You okay? You pull a muscle?" He asked, his voice magically spiked to be just seductive enough.

The blonde opened her mouth to answer and then shook her head, while her cheeks flushed.

P.K. smiled at her. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Markie Post from Night Court?"

"Oh wow." The blonde chuckled and shook her head, "Not for a long, long time."

"P.K." he held out his hand to her.

"Melody Kendall." The blonde reached out and shook his hand. She didnt think anything of the small burst of heat that passed from his hand into her own.

"I've seen you jog here almost every day this week. And from your abs I see you take your exercise seriously." P.K. watched as her formerly pudgy tummy firmed up into barely defined abs. "Yoga? Pilates?"

Melody shook her head, her eyes blinking rapidly, her hand still holding onto P.K.'s completely unware of the magic he was pumping into her body. Numbly she mummbled, "Nuuuh- uh."

"You hit the gym, then? What is it called... cross fit?"

Melody shook her head, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing. Unaware that her biceps firmed up. "Uuuuuhm."

P.K. winked, "Dont tell me... you take one of those stripper classes? Working the pole and dancing to keep trim?"

Melody groaned as her breasts began to expand. She whimpered when her breasts finished growing as unnaturally round 34 E cups. The kind of breast implants that 90s porn stars sported.

"A lady with a body like yours? You must have been a stripper when you were younger, huh?"

Melody moaned as her hand was flooded with a warm pulse of magic that dispersed into her body.

"But you stopped, huh? Why did you stop?" P.K. asked.

"Hhhhharmony. My daaaaughter." Melody managed to answer as she slowly blinked. Her memories were in flux. Changing. Being rewritten.

"Right. Right. You were a stripper but for the right type of guy you were willing to be more than just a stripper." P.K. pulsed more magic into Melody. "A hot enough guy, a real manly man and you'd slob on his knob but for a rich guy you'd spread your legs."

Melody shuddered and her head twitched in a vague nod.

"So you locked down a high roller money man with a baby, huh?"

Melody twitched, tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.

"What?" P.K. hadnt been doing anything that would cause tears. "Why are you crying? Your a hot chick who is always down to party? What do you have to be sad about?"

"Harmony." Melody whispered.

"And?" P.K. prompted.

"She died three years ago." Melody blinked.

"Oh." P.K. nodded his head. "I can work with that." He pulsed more magic into Melody. Her round beach ball 90s porn boob implants softened into full, naturally shaped breast implants. Her body continued to tone up, building up into well defined muscle tone just shy of an athletes.

"You got back into shape after your daughter died. You made it the only thing you really focus on. It makes you feel alive. You arent stripping again but you are thinking about it. You want to be young and carefree and a hot piece of ass again." P.K. pulsed a little more magic into Melody to set his changes in stone, "Your hitting the gym again, your jogging, your dancing, your working a pole again. There's only one thing missing from your life. What is it, Melody?"

Melody leaned towards him, her eyes focusing on his face as the magic finally settled in. "Dick. I need dick. I need some young dude to fuck me hard with his big hard dick."

"Just one?" P.K. smirked.

"Hell no! I need all the dick!" Melody grinned. "All I can handle and more!"