You figure you have no choice. You want to get back to normal. This clerk is probably the only person in the whole state who wants to touch this body, and that includes you. You nod shamefully, the motion making your breasts jiggle a little. "Please follow me, sir. We can discuss your payment in the back room." The room in question is small, but nicely furnished. It looks like an upscale lounge. Each piece of furniture seems carefully considered; there isn't a single item in the room without the right placement, color, and style. The olive-skinned clerk leads you to a comfortable looking loveseat. It's a deep gray, decorated with carefully placed gold throw pillows. It looks expensive. "Please, make yourself comfortable." The clerk turns his hand with a flourish, a gesture of invitation. You go to sit. "My apologies. I might have been clearer. Please, start by taking off some of those clothes." You go to protest, and the clerk stops you. "I have to see what there is to fix, don't I?" You begrudgingly start to do as he says.
You go to take off your muscle shirt, then pause. "Can I at least have your name first?" The man smiles slyly. "I would not be a proper magician if I gave everyone my true name. But, I feel it's alright if you call me Yosef. It's a name I use for myself when necessary." You do feel a little more comfortable, even though the name given is probably not real. You take off the muscle shirt, no easy task. Your tree trunk arms are hard to manuever, and the shirt tugs painfully around your pectorals. Little blond hairs on your plump breasts produce little pricks of pain as they get tugged. "Allow me, my friend," Yosef says, and helps you get your shirt the rest of the way off. You pull off your workout shorts and shoes too, and go to sit. "Please, everything." You sigh. This is no surprise you suppose. You pull down your boxer briefs, and release your flaccid penis. It's only 3" in this state, but would grow to 6" if you could find some way to get aroused. Unlikely right now, you feel like you're being shamed.
Yosef looks you over. "Yes, you're definitely a unique person. A very desirable man." His dark eyes look you over hungrily. "And I have good news, I think I can find a solution for you." He unbuttons his stylish pants and steps out of them carefully. He folds them over an arm, placing them on a nearby table. He's wearing white silken boxers. They contrast greatly against the rich tones of his skin and the wiry leg hairs that disappear into the loose material of his drawers. "I'm not going to require more than a few minutes of your time. You've already been through a lot, I can see. I just want you to give me some oral pleasure. And of course, I want to see how you enjoy it. You are gay, correct?" You don't think that a blowjob seems like a cheap arrangement, but you must admit you do find this man attractive. He's very put together, and you can smell his intoxicating aftershave from here. It's got a masculine, timber-like smell to it. You respond yes. "Good, and I trust you find me at least somewhat attractive. I did notice your arousal, frankly. That's good." Yosef pulls down his boxers, revealing a dark colored, moist looking penis. He's 8 inches, and thick, almost as thick as your wrist. He's very hard. "Whenever you're ready."
You take him in your mouth, and run your lips back and forth over the length of Yosef's erect penis. The bristles of your beard brush against his tender skin as you work your head back and forth. Yosef's cock tastes good somehow, musky, but in a pleasant way. Your hand goes down to your own erection, and you stroke it a little. "You know, I would enjoy it greatly if you'd play with those man-breasts a little. Here, I'll help you." Yosef waves his hand, which is faintly glowing, and says some words in Latin. Maybe something older than Latin even. There is a crackling sound, quick and sharp. You don't notice a change. Yosef sees your confusion, and reaches down to rub one of your pendulous tits. He brings his hand to your hairy skin, tweaking your nipple a little with his thumb. You can't help but shout. It feels almost like an orgasm. You are a little annoyed he added an extra change to you, but everything will be fixed in a minute anyways, you suppose. And it does feel fucking great. It doesn't take long from here; for either of you. You bob your head back and forth enthusiastically, and Yosef encourages you by planting his soft palm on your sweaty bald head. You're rubbing your left nipple, letting your other hand wander across your hirsute body. You don't even touch your dick. You feel like you should be concerned, be fighting against this strange pleasure, but you only embrace it.
You cum with force, shooting Yosef in the knee with your ejaculate. It runs down his leg, and Yosef follows suit right after, erupting in your waiting mouth. His semen tastes bitter, but there are strange and enticing undertones. Something like spice, warm and pleasant. You surprise yourself by swallowing his load, and even licking your lips after.
You're feeling good in the afterglow of your orgasm, but you haven't forgotten why you're there. "That was intense, but..." Yosef smiles and holds up a hand to stop you. "Of course. Let me deal with this issue for you." In a way, you're reluctant to leave behind the experience of this mismatched, furry body, but your eagerness to return to normal outweighs that. You nod to Yosef. He waves his hand slowly over you, then takes his index finger and touches each affected area of your body, one after another. You get painfully hard again when he touches each of your sagging pecs. Yosef smiles, but continues. His hand glows a faint purple, and he speaks his incantation. You hear a crackling sound. You eagerly look down at your body to see...