On his own stomach

John realsied too late that his orgasm was washing over him, he was already in the vinegar strokes and didn't have time to plan where to cum.

In the throws of his orgasm he wasn't thinking clearly and ended up cumming on his own stomach and hand as his intense orgasm washed over him.

As he came down from his orgasmic high he realised his mistake. With post but clarity he watched his skin soak up his potent and newly powerful jizz before he could wipe it away.

His stomach flattened and toned as his skin became softer. The magic moved outwards from where his spunk had landed, slowly spreading across his stomach and moving up towards his chest and down towards his hips. He looked at his hand and saw that where his cum had landed his fingers were slimmer, his nails becoming longer and more manicured.

The shot to his stomach had reached his hips now causing them to extend outwards, painfully shifting into wide child bearing hips as his nipples puffed up and his chest began to swell. Behind him he felt his backside begin to inflate like a balloon, pushing him higher on his chair.

The shot on his hand had finished it's work and was now spreading up his arm, slimming it and causing his hair to become finer and lighter.

His chest had now ballooned to comical proportions as it began working its way up to his face and down his other arm. He felt his face shifting and caught his reflection in the fridge. He was pretty!

His crotch was next, his balls began to shrink and simultaneously shift upwards as his dwindling erection became smaller and smaller. He looked down, past the caveronous breasts that now blocked his view as his dick dissappeared from sight.

He felt his hair tingling as it grew and lightened, becoming a bright shade of blonde as it passed his eyes.

The spread continued down his legs, thickening his thighs and slimming his calves as it reached his feet.

Within a few moments John had completely transformed. Standing and walking to the fridge he admired his new form.