Nathaniel smiled down at him. "I am pleased with this new development, Ormann. Are you up for some more magic?"
"You set me free from my eternal prison. I am ever indebted. I would be glad to use my magic for you."
Nathaniel nodded. "In that case, I wish that I was stronger. You know, more bulkier. While this tall thing is helluva neat, I look like a beanpole!”
Ormann chuckled and pointed at Nathaniel like he did before, sending a short blast of magical energy at him.
At first, Nathaniel looked like he was inflating before his muscles began to form. His shirt tightened before tearing to shreds. His pants burst at the seams as his thighs got too large for them. All that was left were boxers straining to hold on for dear life.
“Maybe I’m too tall,” thought Nathaniel outloud before he finally settled with, “but there –are- guys that are tall as I am.” He smiled and ran his hands over his new muscled bod and looked to Ormann. “This is what you must feel like, being so massive like you are.”
Ormann nodded, “It can.”
Nathaniel laughed in awe at himself as he continued to look himself over. “I need a mirr-“ but before he could complete the sentence, a tall floor to ceiling mirror appeared in front of him. He chuckled as he began posing, feeling every muscle bulge.
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