What look does John go for?

Behemoth of Masculinity

He'd removed so much masculinity from the world, John decided it was time to put some more back in. He focused on himself, giving a light snap of his fingers as his height began to shoot up, sitting at a comfortable 7ft. His arms began to thicken and harden, as did his legs, till he felt he could probably snap a steel bar. His torso began to strengthen, with a layer of fat appearing over it, till he looked like an oversized circus strongman. His body itched for a moment, especially around the chest, as his body hair quadrupled. This would do, for now...

His cock, on the other hand, needed work.

Directing his thoughts to it, it began to grow, always threatening to spring free from his trousers but just barely remaining contained. His flaccid dick grew from an average-ish size to over a foot, and then slightly beyond, sitting pretty at around 15 inches long soft. His balls, too, were growing, till they matched his dick, and then kept on growing till they were just shy of being the size of an average persons head.

His dad hadn't noticed the change. To her, this is just what her son had always been like. But John could see the expression go from affection to obsession as he changed, with a similar expression popping up on his moms face when she was finished unlocking the front door of the club.

John ducked his head under the door and walked in. This was going to be a long day...