You look down at your body, and it looks even more foreign to you than before. Although you had previously inherited Eric's massive, musclebound arms, and the sad, drooping man-tits of that janitor, your body had been otherwise normal. Coated with a generous portion of hair, granted, but normal. Now, there was nothing on your frame that resembled the man you were a few days ago.
Your stomach was the first thing you noticed. You'd had a little paunch, a round curve to an otherwise average build, but nothing dramatic. Nothing like this. Your gut was huge and round, like you had swallowed a beach ball whole. From your position, still kneeling, it rests on the floor in front of you. It seems firm somehow, like it's not all fat. You raise an arm, and rest a hand on your bulging stomach. Your palm rubs across the hundreds of blond hairs that cover your new protrusion. Your arms look a little bigger too, but you realise it's only because there's a light layer of fat softening their formerly cut appearance. The raw strength behind them is still there, but the definition is hidden by a layer of pudge that has found a new home. You go to stand, and feel your dick detach stickily from the floor. It feels different. You grope hastily with one hand. It's like Yosef's now, extremely thick, and bigger. Maybe bigger than his. You can't be sure; your ample gut is blocking your view for the time being. You also note that your legs have undergone a similar treatment, bulking up a bit too. This change does make you a little happy, you have to admit. There is a small amount of fat, yes, but a huge amount of muscle. Your former legs had no bulk to speak of, not really the kind of feature anyone would describe as "sexy". As you admire the thick tree trunks you've been gifted, you definitely think these are sexy. But reality sets back in when you realise your floppy breasts are still resting on top of your gut. Raising your hand to the top of your head, you feel around, but it is completely smooth. You're just plain old bald now. Anger rises up in you.
"I thought you were going to reverse everything?! Turn me back to normal!" Yosef smiles at you, but it has a sinister undertone. It's the smile of a predator, a wolf. "If I remember correctly, [name], you specifically asked me to 'fix' you. I think I've done that. You know, you should have been more clear. 'Fix' also means to make permanent." You're burning with fury now. You take a step towards Yosef but he raises a hand and you're frozen in place. All you can move are your eyes, which stare spitefully at the shopkeeper. "You may also be aware that 'fix' means to secure something in position. To make sure it doesn't move." The magician continues, still smiling his dark smile. "I'm going to let you move again, but manage that aggression, my friend. I can do more than stop you in your tracks." You feel your muscles release and you can move again. You clench your fists and grit your teeth. "Fine," you say as calmly as you manage, "but I want you to change me back."
Yosef laughs a little at this. "But I just improved everything. You wanted things to be normal, and now the rest of you matches what was changed. Everyone will look at you and think 'fat brute', not 'sideshow freak'. I believe that was the root of your concern, after all." You protest. "Not my friends. Not my boyfriend." Yosef waves a hand as if brushing this concern away. "Them as well. Everyone will think this is how you have always looked." You rustle through your clothes, pulling out your ID. Just as Yosef said, the picture reflects the new you. It IS like you've always looked this way.
"Now," the magician interjects, your confirmation complete, "since our business is concluded you should be on your way. I have many other clients in this town." This is a command, not a request. You don't want to find out what will happen if you refuse. You get your clothes on, gasping a little as the cotton muscle shirt brushes across your tits, sending sparks of orgasmic pleasure across your body. You notice through the unwanted thrill that your clothes seem bigger, sized to fit your new body. You are upset, you want to be back to normal, but at least you can make your way home without people gawking. You fight back tears and step onto the sidewalk, unsure what to do next.