[Samuel] The Physical Composition

"When I told you you don't know yourself I wasn't only speaking of mind, but also body. This first composition will help you understand what you look like, not only to yourself, but to others. First, a boon! This is what the gods deem is your positive physical attribute!"

She revealed the top card of the deck and placed it in front of Samuel. A naked muscular man with the head of a bull and a giant horse cock was depicted alone in a forest. On the bottom of the card the number 11 in roman numbers. "Ah, the Beastman! It seems virility is a great virtue of you. In the animal kingdom symbols of strength are being big and intimidating, but also have the capabilities to mate, and to win over your partners. Everyone sees the muscles, but do they actually know the man behind it?"

As the lady was talking Samuel felt some pain in his arms and legs. He looked down he saw his muscles were bulging out, his hands growing in size. Was he getting taller? His comfortable clothes were starting to becoming tight against his massive body. He then started feeling the same pain in his loins. He looked down and saw a lager bulge continuing to grow in his now really tiny trousers. Thank god he decided to wear some comfortable clothing today. When the pain stopped he took a second look at himself. Now even on the stool he was almost reaching the ceiling of the cart. He must be around seven feet. He definitely was larger, with broad as fuck shoulders and big hairy arms. His dick had grown a lot, he gathered by the discomfort in his underwear. "Woah! Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck just happened?"

"Now you are ready to understand. The gods speak through the cards. If you are now looking at your body like this is because they deemed you worthy of this boon."

"Cool... I'm ready to keep going. I want to know what other cool shit I get!" Sam was prodding his biceps, surprised how hard and tense they were now.

"I supposed you do, but a boon is nothing without a bane to counteract it." She draw the second card and moved it beside the other, upside down. A mermaid was standing on a rock in the ocean, pouring water from a vase into the vast expanse. Same as before a roman number was on the card. Fourteen.

"Wait, what do you mean a bane?"

"Undine, the mermaid. Don't you feel the call of the seas? Water is life, something every living thing depends on. For you more than others."

"What did you do this time?" Asked Sam with a worried expression. He couldn't feel anything different, only his throat was a little more coarse than usual.

"Look better!" Madam Yilda took a candle and moved it closer to the young man's skin. Only then he noticed his skin was not pinkish anymore, but light blue. "You might also notice that being fully submerged in water is not only relaxing but necessary for your survival. Let's just say four hours a day."

"So this is the counterbalance for the change earlier? Still worth it! What are others going to think when they see this skin?" He was still unsure about the whole thing, but something still kept his fight or flight response shut down.

"This is a question for later!" The woman gestured to the lonely card face down on the table. "Now let's end this composition with a gift. A bit of supernatural abilities that the gods want you to have" And she drew another card.

This time she placed it in front of the others, on it's side. A skeleton in dark robes with a scythe was dancing on a cart of dead bodies. This made Sam shiver, preoccupied by the consequences of drawing the **** card.

"The Grim Reaper! Same as the more common tarot versions, they are a symbol of life and change as well as of **** itself. Enjoy your twenty-four years, you will have them forever!"