Davis strutted into work and began to go about his duties. He was more active than he had been at work in the past. Tyler the stocker was surprised when Mr. Dave as he was called at work was willing to help him stock one of the endcaps of the store. Davis was in a better mood than he could remember being at work.
Then, without warning, Tyler bumped the shelf cans of tomato juice that they'd been stacking. Tyler jumped clear of the cans but the bottom half of Davis' pants were covered in the red juice.
"Dammit Tyler!" Davis shouted. "Clean this mess up."
Davis walked back to the store's public restroom and after making certain that all the stalls were empty, locked the main door.
Davis stood in front of the large mirror and saw that both legs of his pants were covered. He shucked off the offending grey suit pants and began to try and sop some of the liquid off of what he knew were expensive pants.
As he worked on his pants, Davis noticed the bright orange jockstrap that had resulted from his wish to be better dressed. He realized that it was drawing attention to the most average part of him.
Davis had an average dick before but now it was practically dwarfed by his new physique.
He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the lamp.
"Genie, I wish my dick was bigger."
"As you wish Master!"
And I revised his wish to say, "I wish my dick was longer with bigger balls."
The orange jockstrap began to stretch and inflate. Then, the fabric gave way and Master's package was on display. He now had a ten inch soft cock and two fat balls.
"Is everything to your liking Master?"
"Hell yeah!" said Davis in a manner that was a little more brash than he used to. Davis began to look at himself in the mirror.
The extent of his changes were shocking to him. He was now a muscular and cut hunk with an almost cartoonish looking package. Thinking about how much attention he'll get with his ripped physique and his massive tackle.