Average and slightly above average.

A young man stared back at me from the mirror, he was about 5'7" with a clean shaven face. He looked like he didn't cut his hair in a couple of months and as a result the raven black hair reached his shoulders. Looking at his face closely, I saw a deep brown color and as enchanting as they looked I couldn't help but notice the anxiety behind them. Those eyes looked **** and scared. The eyebrows above them were slightly curved and they gave this impression that their owner was hopeful, "Do they contradict what I see in his eyes or together, do they give off another message?" His nose looked small, pointed and slightly upturned, while his lips looked a little bit more full than an average man's would; they also had a slight pout to them. He had a birthmark opposite and slightly under the right part of his bottom lip which only served to enhance his attractiveness. Aside from the birthmark however, his face remained blemish free.

His shoulders were not as wide as the average man and had a slight slump to them, "was he used to being let down?" For his chest area, his areolas were about maybe 3 inches in circumference and his nipples looked fat. Behind them it looked like he had built up some fat in his chest and as a result they appeared as though they were small breasts. In direct contrast to the not so manly chest he possessed, there was an abundance of small curly hair, however they were thin and spread apart which made them easy to miss if you didn't look carefully.

Moving down, his belly displayed how inactive he was. While it was not obscenely big, anyone could see that this young man was a few sandwiches shy of being labeled 'fat.' Going lower, it was hard to miss the bush that was on display; it looked out of place on his otherwise slightly hairy body, "is he trying to compensate for not being as hairy everywhere else?" Moving on, while his bush was hard to miss, that appendage that he possessed made it difficult to even remember his bush. His cock was big in a word however not obscenely so. Lengthwise, it was perhaps as long as one and a half of his fists and the girth displayed was maybe as big as his index and pinkie finger put together. All that being said, he was still flaccid so the question remained, "Is he a grower or a shower?" Just behind his cock, his sack looked like a fruit very closely attached to the side of a branch, it looked very plump. "Maybe he hasn't got any action in a while."

Continuing the journey south, his thighs were anything but toned and you could tell by just a glance at them that they had a lot of fat. His calves were skinny and his feet were a size smaller than average. Like his face, his entire body was blemish free and his pale and slightly pinkish complexion gave the impression that he did not go out in the sun much. As I looked at myself a little more in the mirror and feeling proud of my manhood, my eyes landed on my hips, "have they always looked so big?"

Sighing audibly, "I need to work out if I wanna impress her." realizing I said that out loud I began blushing as well as frantically looking around to see if she overheard me. A couple seconds later another realization hit me, "She wouldn't even understand me anyways," I thought with a slight chuckle.

Deciding that was enough, I resumed my quest to convey my need for hot water to the she-demon. "Wait, voluptuous, beautiful, horns, tail and pink skin; is she a succubus?" Heading out to the hallway and lost in thought, my nose caught a whiff of something pharmaceutical? "What is she cooking up?"