You look down to the godling next to you, who's now sitting cross-legged on the ground watching eagerly. Does he know something you don't? Feels like it, but it's not like you can stop now. You weave your fingers together, lightly crack your knuckles, and give your inner magic assistant the mental green light.
It jumps right into action, clearly eager to make a good impression. The magic first flows into your sinuses, pooling inside your ears and behind your nose. The sensation brings to mind a massive head cold you once had, energy filling the hollow spaces of your skull like a soothing counterpart to that unpleasant congestion. The energy suffuses the cartilage of your nose, which wiggles cutely as it pulls the bottom of your nose free from the lip below it. Delicate, dextrous muscle suffuses the area, the tip of your nose curling to meet the surface below, like you're closing a newfound hand.
The magic continues its work, pushing your new trunk forward inch by inch as a dense, sensitive column of skin, muscle, and nasal passageway builds out behind your nostrils, anchored at its base by a new outcrop of bone that stretches your upper lip below it. Your trunk slowly unfurls, one foot, two feet, drooping under its own weight for a moment before lifting itself up in a snakelike curve, finally capping out at just over three feet long. You can feel every inch of it, the tightly packed muscle moving around the central hollow tubes as you delightedly experiment with this new appendage, seeing just what it can do. You manage to touch the very back of your head with it, the skin of the tip feeling the details of the skin back there like the tip of a finger. You're slightly alarmed to realize that you're entirely bald now, the hair apparently shed during your earlier changes. Your mental magic assistant is quick to reassure you that you're still beautiful without hair, and you would have looked odd with it. You fail to note the odd word choice for now.
Meanwhile the mystical energy, finished with your nose, slides back down the trunk and splits in two, getting to work on a pair of tusks. It latches onto your canines, carefully shifting the teeth around them further away to make room, the enamel turning pearly white and rock solid as a nice bonus. Your canines, now given enough room, tilt themselves forward and slightly to the sides, the of your jaw curling to reinforce itself at their base. The two teeth take that as their cue to shoot outwards, growing so fast it startles you into blinking, eyelids and lengthening lashes protecting you automatically. The columns of tooth curve slightly as they go, rocketing into their new length nigh instantly. By the time your eyes open again, they're already their full two foot length, gleaming white and solid as the bedrock deep beneath you. You can't help but smile with pride at the new additions, their smooth shining expanse a testament to the health and vitality of your new body, making your proud on an instinctual level. As you smile, you feel the lips betwen them fill out and adjust themselves, elephant enough to not look out of place nestled between your tusks and trunk, but human enough to speak clearly and properly.
Last but certainly not least are your ears. They flap softly as they grow outward, anchoring at the top to support their larger surface, soft skin funneling every sound towards your newly perceptive ears. You can hear the hoot of an owl off in the distance, the rustle of grass beneath a squirrel's feet out on your lawn, the quickened heartbeat of the elk creature beside you. You glance back at your your elk god onlooker, who tries unsuccessfully to hide his grudging appreciation of your new visage. He smiles slightly, trying not to meet your gaze. Now you know he's hiding something from you. You focus in on him, staring at the god that comes up to just below your shoulder, your new senses trying to figure out what he's not telling you.
That's when his scent hits you, a musk with undertones of old leaves and flowing rivers and grassy fields, all beneath a central and powerful male musk that makes your heart beat faster. The scent fills your trunk, clouding your mind just slightly, filling you with a dreamy warmth. Your still human cock hardens involuntarily, looking comically small on your massive form. You look back to him, and realize he's getting hard too, and his looks much more impressive. A curved, bright red cock justs out between his legs, heavy white furred testicles dangling below as he strokes his clawed fingers up and down its length, bringing it to full mast as he leers up at you, the intimidating length impossible to look away from. He grins widely and chuckles, a long pointed tongue poking out between the pointed black teeth.
"Did you think stolen magic comes without a price? You're not done just yet."
The comment irritates you, of course, but the tone is playful, sympathetic. And that laughter, that dangerous smile, they make you swoon a little deep down, which the magic at the back of your mind seems to appreciate. Now that he's not a threat, now that you can smell that amazing scent wafting from between his legs, you can't help but find him charming. Attractive. Appealing. God damned hot.