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Katrina let out a low, sultry laugh, her massive rear still undulating as she leaned back against the table. "Oh, hey big guy!" she purred, her eyes scanning the monstrous bulge in Jorge's jeans with raw appetite. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd fallen in love with yourself in there."

Hoony giggled, glancing up from Katrina's hip to Jorge's lap. "Seriously, Jorge, do you even need a belt anymore, or is that thing just acting as its own support system?" The girls shared a knowing, playful look, their voices humming with a new, predatory energy that made Jorge feel like the center of a very dangerous storm.

Cam, however, was barely listening. He stood in the shadow of the group, his gaze flickering between Jorge's impossible size and his own lean, gangly frame. A seed of deep, burning jealousy had taken root in his chest. Without a word, he stepped forward, his movements jerky and anxious, and snatched the die. He rolled it with a desperate intensity, and it landed on a shimmering emerald square.

A card slid out with a sharp snap. Cam read it, his voice trembling. "'The Paragon's Vessel.' The user is granted the physical peak of human athletic performance."

Before he could even finish reading, a surge of golden light slammed into him. Cam let out a strangled cry as his body began to warp and expand. His narrow shoulders broadened violently, his chest thickening into a wall of hard, defined muscle. His gangly legs filled out, his calves and thighs exploding with powerful, explosive muscle. Within seconds, he had transformed into a towering, shredded specimen—looking exactly like a young LeBron James in his prime, radiating strength and dominance.

Hoony's eyes nearly popped out. She abandoned Katrina's booty and practically threw herself at Cam, her hands roaming over his new, rock-hard pectorals. "Oh my god, Cam! You're... you're huge!" she gasped, her face pressed against his chest, her D-cups crushing into his new muscle. Katrina whistled, impressed by the sudden change in the group's dynamic.

But as the excitement died down and the others drifted back toward the board, Cam stepped away to the edge of the yard. He looked down, his expression shifting from triumph to a crushing, hollow disappointment. He reached down and felt himself through his pants.

Nothing.

Despite the towering height and the elite muscles, his cock remained exactly as it had been—a tiny, insignificant micro-member that looked utterly ridiculous against the backdrop of his new, god-like physique. He stood there in silence, the contrast between his external perfection and his internal inadequacy feeling like a cruel joke played by the board.

Hoony was practically vibrating, her small frame pressed tight against Cam's new, towering wall of muscle. She didn't care about the logic or the magic; she only cared about the raw, physical presence of the man before her. Her hands were roaming frantically, sliding from his broad shoulders down to the hard ridges of his abs, her breath coming in shallow, needy hitches.

"God, Cam... I can't even believe it," she whimpered, her voice dropping into a husky, suggestive tone. She leaned in close, her lips almost brushing his ear, her large D-cups crushing into his chest with every word. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone this... powerful... pin me down. I bet you could just toss me around like a doll, couldn't you?"

She shifted her hips, grinding her heavy curves against his powerful thigh, a wicked glint in her eyes. "I don't think I can wait until the game is over. I seriously need to feel how all that muscle works in a bed... or maybe just right here on the grass. I'm dying to see if you're as big down there as you are up here."

Cam froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. The sudden intensity of her desire was intoxicating, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of pure panic. He could feel the heat of her body, the promise of her lust, and the crushing realization that he was about to be exposed. He looked down at her hungry expression, his mind racing as he realized that if he let her go any further, she was going to discover exactly how "small" the athlete's equipment actually was.