I. Thy flesh rewound.

{if Order=0}You chose to begin with the first sentence, the first spell.{else}You chose the first sentence as your next spell.{endif}

Holding the ring tingly, the words left your mouth like smoke. Silent at first, then curling in the air, thick with power.

The ring, still not on your finger, but in your hand, shocked you like it was electrical.

Pain came next, brief, sharp, searing.

Then heat. Deep, bone-deep. Your legs buckled and you caught the sink to keep from collapsing. Every tendon pulled tight, every muscle fiber tearing and reforming. You grunted through clenched teeth as your spine popped taller, broader. Your shoulders widened. Your gut cinched in, chest flared out. Your skin flushed with new color. You felt your ass firm, your legs thicken. Your cock...

God. Your cock.

It swelled like a rising tide, long and heavy, thicker than your wrist, the veins running up the shaft like braided cords. It hurt, in the best way. Your balls ached under its new weight. They hung low now, warm and full.

You felt heavy, solid, dense with power. The sleeves of your hoodie stretched tight around your biceps. The waistband of your jeans felt like it was about to rip.

You opened your eyes and looked into the mirror.

You were transformed. Massive. Fit. Hung like a dream. Your face, still yours, but sharper, more masculine. Stronger jawline. Eyes deeper-set. The kind of man people noticed.

And yet the ring still hovered, unclaimed, in your palm.

It wanted more.

{if choice2=False}{if choice3=False}You had become a stud, with a massive cock. Two more spells to go.{endif}{endif}

{if choice2=True}{if choice3=False}You had become a stud, with a massive cock. You had made women adore you. One more spell to go.{endif}{endif}

{if choice2=False}{if choice3=True}You had become a stud, with a massive cock. You had boosted your confidence. One more spell to go.{endif}{endif}

{if choice1=True}{if choice2=True}{if choice3=True}And then the ring lifted, hovering just over your finger. It turned once. Twice.

Then slid on, tight and perfect.

And this time, it stayed.{endif}{endif}{endif}