You find yourself subconsciously envying Eric’s built physique. He had a nice muscular frame, if a little on the bulky side. He reminded you of a robustly built rugby player and overall his Scandinavian heritage made him look like a rugged Viking. In contrast your slight frame looked scrawny, and barely had any muscle on it.
As your envy got the better of you, you find yourself wishing to be just as beefy as Eric was.
Whilst focusing on a mental image of Eric’s brawny frame, you touched your lips with the ring. You sit still with your eyes closed. You didn't feel a thing, but you did have a vague awareness that your clothes had shifted on your flesh. A few minutes later you mustered the courage to open your eyes; after all you weren’t expecting anything to be different – the only magic that existed as far as you were concerned was the fancy sleight of hand used to entertain children at parties. You go to take the ring off your finger, and as you do, you notice that the ring was fitting much more snuggly than you remember it being. Your eyes open widely as you realise that your hands were much meatier than they were mere minutes ago.
Your gaze moves up your arms, which are looking just as muscular and bulky as you remembered Eric’s being. You moved your arms tentatively, appreciating how your now tight shirt sleeve rips at the seams with the simple motion of your new hefty limbs. You quickly stand up and try to sprint over to the mirror but nearly lost your balance. You look down at yourself and realise that your frame is now way broader and you’re about to hulk out of your clothes any moment now. You widen your stance and manage to run in your now skin-tight shorts to the mirror in an awkward waddle.
You were awe-struck as you glimpsed your reflection. Your chest was heaving from your short sprint and you notice how your T-shirt was stretched over your much broader pectorals. You quickly pull the shirt off, hearing ripping as the flimsy fabric ripped under the added tension. The upper body that emerged from your shirt was unrecognisable. Your silhouette had a manly V-shape to it as your back had thickened with muscle. Your chest had ballooned into two large slabs of meat as your pectorals had more than tripled in size. You now actually had abs even if your midsection had sagged somewhat into a slight hard gut. Your upper arms were now the size of footballs and your shoulders were now as big as bowling balls.
You look further down and are impressed to see that your lower body had grown to match your top half. Your thighs were now tree-trunks with large quads and hamstrings stretching your usually roomy shorts to their limit. Your usually lanky calves had also grown into diamond-shaped mounts of husky muscle. Strangely even your feet and toes were looking meatier and sturdier now.
Overall you looked like a professional wrestler or rugby player with a full bulky frame. No one would be calling you skinny now, that’s for sure. Given your shorter frame, the added muscle bulk conspired to make you look far beefier and stockier than even Eric had been.
But much to your horror your frame wasn't the only thing that had changed. You were so engrossed by your beefy new frame that at first glance you had failed to notice that your forehead was looking much larger. You quickly glance at your own face in the mirror and are horrified to realise that in the exchange you had inherited more than you had bargained for. Your usually enviably full head of short sandy blond hair was looking anything but. You still had thick coverage on the back and sides of your scalp in a horseshoe pattern, but the hair at the top of your head was looking unflatteringly sparse and scraggly – your scalp was barely covered by the few wisps of hair that still remained and much to your chagrin you could easily see your shiny noggin. Your hairline had retreated and your forehead was looking at least 2 inches larger. You were now just as bald as you remembered Eric being.
The fleeting feeling of pride in your looks that you had experienced mere moments ago had vanished and was replaced with a sinking feeling in your stomach. The early male pattern baldness that had ravaged your scalp was making you look older than your years. You now looked closer to 30 than to 20 despite just turning 23 a few months ago.
You suddenly wanted to rescind on your ill-thought lustful wish to have Eric’s frame. You find yourself longing for your old full head of hair, even if that would mean whittling back to your usual lanky frame. You find yourself planting yet another kiss on the ring whilst thinking of your old full head of hair. But when you stare at your reflection in the mirror, nothing has changed. You mentally kick yourself as you remember what you had read on the ring’s packaging; the ring would only work once a day. Much to your disappointment you were stuck as your beefy and balding new self until the next morning.