Physically improved, with libido control

The night before his birthday, Thomas pressured his mom to tell him exactly what time he'd been born - but she was firmly against the idea.

"There's no point you sitting up for hours, when you could get a full night's sleep and find out in the morning all the same. It's a school night, and I can't heal sleep deprivation!"

Thomas looked sceptical.

"Your father agrees with me," warned the brunette. "Now go to bed - and please, darling, don't try to stay awake."

With some ****, he had to concede she was probably right - and he certainly didn't want to attract the ire of his father. The thought made him shudder. And so when his alarm sounded at 7am on Monday morning, the youngest Lachlan sprang out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Before he even got there, he knew something had changed. He felt unsteady on his feet, like he had grown taller and heavier. When he saw his reflection, before looking down at himself, he realised why.

Thomas had transformed overnight, from a teenager of average physique and average looks, if that, to an absolute ten. Tom, not Thomas. He was 6'4, toned and muscular, but not obnoxiously so. When Tom saw that he had a six-pack, he grinned, and when he looked in the mirror he saw that it was an effortlessly charming smile, handsome and disarming and confident - everything he hadn't been before.

Then Tom finally reached his crotch. With amazement, he lifted a column of meat that was easily seven inches, flaccid. He had barely formed a wondering on how long it would be erect, when he suddenly felt it hardening in his hands, rapidly growing until it was probably thirteen inches long, and just barely too thick to wrap his hand around. His balls were similarly enlarged, about the size of tennis balls, and he felt them already churning, ready for action.

Tom managed to shake himself out of his reverie, turning his attention back to the issue of his powers. Physical changes to the person were often common when they gained their new ability, or abilities, so this was a good sign - but being handsome wasn't a power.

Again, he barely had to think about it, and suddenly it was there, as easy as opening his eyes. Tom could feel the people nearby - specifically, how aroused they were. And he just knew he could change how aroused they were with a thought. Downstairs he felt somebody he instinctively recognised as his stepmother, who seemed to have the faintest hint of an afterglow. With revulsion, Tom realised his dad must have fucked her at some point last night. Much closer, however, was a far more interesting character. His older sister, Cat, was extremely aroused. He could feel the hot rush of water on her clit, the spikes of pleasure coming from her pussy, even the tingle coming from her breasts, as she touched herself in the shower.