I admired myself in the mirror. I think I looked pretty good. Sure, some may have liked a more muscular and rugged look, but not me. No, the softer approach was better- especially the belly, which I made sure was my most prominent feature. I also made sure I was more attractive to people now, despite the added weight. My new pecs, although coated with a light layer of fat, and my biceps helped somewhat, as did my meaty legs. Of course, I didn't think my life was changed quite enough. First of all, I still had school to worry about.
"No one at school will notice my gain," I reassured myself, knowing my new power was at work, "In fact, they will think that my new body is normal for me, and that I've lost a pound or two." I thought it was a nice touch, the losing a pound or so. Would help disguise the change. But I realized something; I didn't want to stop here! Sure, I was a bit bigger, but I hadn't gained all that much- maybe ten or twenty pounds, but I could be so much bigger. Or better-looking. Or perhaps smarter? Something intangible? Or I could try a different appearance change before I went to school... So many options, I narrowed it down to two.
My first option was to try the very traditional look I had neglected earlier. The whole macho thing. I mean, I had never wanted it that much before, but I had a gift now. A little experimentation couldn't hurt. Besides, I could always change back. My second option was to add more to what I had- to try having a really big gut! I had never been fat, although I had been interested in being the weight I was now currently. Perhaps I could try being really big and find out what my perfect size was? I dunno, maybe I'd like it.
In any case, I decided on getting...