Intensity (MC)

A wave of nausea washed over Steven. This wasn't what he had in mind at all. He fumbled with the fabric of the shirt, trying to pull it down, but it seemed determined to cling to his newly acquired...assets. The reflection stared back, a stranger with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He had reddish blonde hair and freckles. His eyes were bright blue. He was gorgeous and it was turning himself on looking at himself.

His heart hammered against his ribs. What was happening? Had Jesus misunderstood him? Was this some kind of sick joke? Panic started to creep in. He needed to get out of there, away from the mirror, away from the stares he felt burning into him. But as he turned to flee, a group of girls stopped him, giggling and pointing.

"Whoa," one said, her eyes wide with awe. "You look amazing!"

Another chimed in, "Seriously, your outfit is fire."

Steven just stared at them, speechless, his mind reeling.

The girls' attention was intoxicating, their admiration buzzing in Steven's ears. It was a feeling he'd never known before, a strange blend of terror and exhilaration. It was turning him on being the center of attention.

A part of him, the part that had always felt out of place, felt a surge of something akin to joy. It was as if a door had swung open, revealing a world he'd only glimpsed in dreams. His body tingled with an unfamiliar warmth, a mix of curiosity and desire.

But another part, the part that still clung to his old life, panicked. This wasn't right. This wasn't what he'd asked for. He wanted to walk normally again, to feel the familiar ground beneath his feet, not be the center of attention in a body that didn't belong to him.

Confusion warred with excitement. How did this even happen? Was it truly Jesus who had done this? And if so, why?

He looked down at his chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against his curves. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, blushing even more at his new assets.

As Steven stared into the mirror once more, his breath caught in his throat. The transformation wasn't confined to just his chest. His hips had widened, his waist cinched, and his legs thickened, toned but with meat on top.

He saw curves he never knew existed, a soft fullness that was both alluring and alarming. His hands trembled as they reached up to touch his face, tracing the delicate line of his jaw, the smooth contours of his cheekbones.

His reflection stared back, a beautiful stranger that aroused him wildly.

He was no longer Steven. He was...someone else entirely.