Steve becomes his own wank fantasy

Steve was down on his luck. 23 years old, he'd made it through university without even kissing a girl. He was too awkward, too scrawny, too acne-stricken, too nerdy. And while a smart enough guy, well, the sleazy dude down at the flea market had managed to sell him this bottle of protein powder. What could it hurt, right? Best case scenario, he got the perfect bod and used it to get laid. Worst case scenario, it did nothing, and he was still a virgin.

And so, before going to bed, he'd mixed it into a shake, drunk it down and then got ready for bed. Of course, being a lonely dude who lived alone, he stopped to indulge some of his fantasies before going to sleep. Steve wasn't an idiot, he knew most of them were bullshit. He had a thing for Russian and Eastern European women, something about the accent turned him on, plus they all seemed smoking hot. Strippers? Well, he was a lonely single guy, of course he loved strippers. And hot celebrities too, he loved Kat Dennings, Alexandra Daddario, Christina Hendricks, anyone busty, really. All fairly conventional fantasies, really. Of course, he also enjoyed some more shameful stuff. When you spent that much time alone, you went down some strange paths. Lactation, pregnancy, hucows, what could he say, he just loved swollen and/or leaky women!

After finishing himself off, he went to bed, half-expecting the purported miracle powder to be absolute horseshit.

But as he slept, it worked on him, resculpting his body. It became curvy in the right places, slender and toned in others. His brown eyes became a brilliant blue as sandy-brown hair became long and onyx black. His unused dick pulled inwards, leaving a cute little pussy, as big bulging breasts sprouted from his chest, all the while he (or rather, she) slumbered obliviously.

Waking in the morning, he felt funny. Rolling out of bed, something felt off as he blearily stumbled to the bathroom. His balance was all off, he felt this pressure on his chest... Steve looked in the mirror, and saw Alexandra Daddario's face staring back. Jaw dropping, his hands dropped, cupping the new hefty pair of titties he had on his chest. "Блядь!" she squealed in her now-thick Russian accent, the foreign expletive coming more easily than English now.