More tests. Fun with his new powers.

Now, "tests" might not be exactly what Brett had in mind, but thinking of what he was going to do in that light made him feel good. He stepped on the bus, noticing the young woman driving. She wasn't exactly his type, with stringy hair and more around his waist than he might have liked. Maybe he would do something about her later. He walked to the back seat in order to have a better view.

In front of him was quite a collection of people, young and old, male and female, attractive and unattractive. Sitting two seats from Brett was a girl that looked about Audrey's age, tall and leggy with long dark hair and an impressive chest on display. Maybe not as impressive as his sister's, but with the way her V-neck was cut she had as much showing as Audrey usually did. She was tan, and he couldn't tell her ethnicity. She noticed Brett's gaze on her and sneered, making it clear that whatever was on her phone was more interesting than him.

Now, Brett had never been ugly, but he wasn't the most attractive man in the world either. He had had girlfriends, but never did all that well with women. The girl's snub hurt a little, but then he realized that there was something he could change. Thinking carefully about how he wanted to do it. He made a mental command to become as attractive as any man on earth, but to have no one remember him looking any different. He felt his body begin to shift, becoming more noticeably muscular, felt himself grow taller, and felt his face begin to shift. It all felt strange, like a growth spurt without the pain, and far quicker. He could tell immediately that it had worked because he _felt _better. He felt stronger, more athletic, even more healthy in general, like he'd gotten the most perfect night sleep night after night.

Brett looked back to the girl and found that she was looking at him with a new hunger. It was something Brett wasn't sure he had ever seen outside of a mirror. He winked at her with a new confidence and he could swear he actually saw her swoon. "You love sucking cock and don't care who sees. The hotter the guy, the more you want to suck his cock," he said, and added silently, and no one who sees you will mind because you're hot. He unzipped his pants and looked around the bus. He was attracting stares before he began to pull his cock out, but the sound of the zipper attracted more. More than one person was quickly stirring to outrage before the girl who's name you hadn't bothered to find out pounced in his cock, kneeling in the seat next to him. She didn't wait for his cock to come all the way out of his pants before she reached in and took it out for him. She brought her lips down around the thing and began sucking.

Brett let out a low moan as he felt the second blow job of his life. This one was far more enthusiastic than the last, and a good deal of that enthusiasm translated into sheer arousal for him. After he acclimated to the feeling, he looked around the bus for more he could change, making sure the bus would keep driving around the city, but no one would be late.

In front of him was an elderly couple in their seventies or eighties, who he considers making younger for their sake. There is also a young, skinny black girl who won't stop looking at the little activity in Brett's lap, an attractive business woman in a nice suit and skirt looking at her phone, and a pair of friends, both attractive young girls talking and facing forward, oblivious to his situation.

The other people on the bus are a few men and the driver who seems to keep checking her mirror.