Hyper Adonis

You look at your father smoking on the front porch through your bedroom window. With the cigarette drooping in his bloodless lips, dark circles beneath his eyes, his washed-out blue button-down barely covering his potbelly, he looks like a portrait of corporate burnout. The perfect, depressed mess.

You sigh. Even in his glory days, your father wasn't much of a looker, even less compared to the blonde bombshell that was your mother. Even at 48, she looked 32, with a tight bubble butt and perky double d chest. Your father, on the other hand, looked 65 at 50, all saggy skin and - if the hot, young stud his mother banged weekly was any indication - a shrivelled, underperforming penis. If anything, you felt sorry for him.

But, with these powers, you could turn his life around for the better again. You click your fingers.

Peeking through your lace curtains, you watch in glee as the imperceptible bulge in your father's pants begins to swell. The cigarette falls from his feet as he stumbles backward and falls onto his ass. His eyes are entranced by the sight of his swelling member.

The bulge grows so large within his pants that it begins to strain against the fabric. Moments later and there's a loud ziiiip followed by a pop, and finally a rip as his expanding cock forces his fly undone and tears through his underwear like paper. Finally free, your father's dick juts proudly out of his groin at an impressive 13 inches, and still growing.

Your father's face goes pale as he feels all the blood rush to his member, filling the girthy, inch-thick veins that run along it and fueling its growth. The dick stretches longer and longer, until it's nearly as long as his leg, and the width of his thigh. You'd estimate 3' in length, and at least a foot in girth. His balls, gone unnoticed in light of the far greater change, lay idle on the stairs, each nearly as big as a basket ball. You can smell the heavy musk that permeates the air, even from your bedroom.

Tentatively, your father puts a hand on his titanic cock, feeling the huge veins, nearly as thick as his wrist, pulse with each heartbeat. His balls gurgle loudly as they fill with seed, stretching their sack even further. Each touch feels like an electric shock, and you watch as your father wrestles with the lust that threatens to overtake his mind. He gives a valiant effort, and almost manages to ignore it. But you're not done with your changes yet.

Just as your father hollers for your mother, "Gloria!", you click your fingers once more.

This time, he can feel the change beginning all across his skin, setting every nerve on fire. He curls in on himself, holding his stomach as each throbbing heartbeat fills his body with power, muscles lurching in time to the pulsing of his titanic cock. They expand, second by second, and a growl builds in his throat as the rush finally reaches his brain. With a roar, he embraces the growth, throwing his chest and head back, ripping his shirt to shreds as his body quickly outgrows his old wardrobe. His body widens, legs becoming tree-trunks as they finally gain the strength to stand, and they propell his head straight through the roof of the porch.

On his feet, you can see the full extent of your changes. The 4' cock now dangles at least 2 feet from the floor, each of his legs alone surpassing his original height. He towers at a monumental 15 feet tall, yet his body looks over-packed with muscle. Each one stands out, completely defined and the size of a small boulder. You watch him smirk as he controls them all with pinpoint accuracy, making them twitch and jump like they are beasts in their own right.

With a last, depraved idea, you give a final click, watching as his already girthy dick packs on muscle to suit the rest of his body, and he blinks ins surprise as he makes his cock flex without a second thought. His urethra winks up at him, as he lets a heavy flow of pre-cum build.

Putting his hands to work, sliding up and down his monster cock in mesmerising, powerful motions, he calls out to your mother again. This time, his voice is not the voice of a tired, scared voice of a 50-year-old, but the deep, authoritative growl of a true Adonis in his prime, one that oozes so much sex, it makes every woman in a mile radius instantly wet.

"Oh Gloria," he calls, and it's less of a request and more of a demand. "Come outside, honey."