The bubbling muck concealed any human form caught beneath its raucous waves, no hint of John's form remained in the open. But Adonis was outside of sight doing something to the older man. Restructuring him, reforming him, giving him a new form and function that was distinct and different from the "John" whom had come in to this resort. And if someone looked closely, they would see the bubbling muck begin to show increased activity. Something or rather someone was stirring within it. A sleep induced so as to change beneath was ending - the wakened was coming up.
Adonis assisted "John" as the mud parted and sluiced to the side, "John" breathing a long, harsh breath as he reached the surface. After what had felt like forever floating within an endless mile of mud, which seemed to excite every pore and every inch of his denuded form. But now as he breathed in and out over and over again on the edge of the pool, he was left with a conundrum.
He had gone in a pudgy, middle aged man.
And now sitting there he could see abdominals in a tight, mediterranean tanned core, shorter somewhat than he'd been at full grown height, and curly black hair occasionally falling into his eyes. "John" promptly let out a shout of surprise and fell off to the side, managing to catch himself just in time. "H-Hol...H-Hol...l...leh...Holy sh-shit..." English was surprisingly difficult for him now, and it was a battle to speak in it.
Adonis laughed openly at what he saw - an absolutely ripped Greek teenager of eighteen, freaking out over what had happened to him. "Most men would be laughing, but I understand you took your form to be cast in stone, unchangeable."
"John" turned and looked at the handsome god, "What...what do you mean by that?" His voice even when he managed to speak English was covered by a very heavy accent.
"I have changed you, John. Look upon yourself." Adonis seemed to pull up from nothing a great mirror, letting "John" see what had become of him. The new youth's eyes immediately went wide...and his manhood stirred. A stirring "John" was unfamiliar with, such a strong yearning all of a sudden. How strong, he wondered, were his urges to sex in this new look?
He saw a young man, thin and tall, his body seeming ripped and cast from stone in terms of musculature. He was tanned well past how he was familiar with the term, golden and gleaming in the light of the chamber. His face was beauteous, boyish, almost pretty enough "John" could swear he looked feminine if not for the whole of the rest of his body. His hair was black, curly and longer than usual. His body's tone was excellent, far beyond his norm, but the bulk was not excessive. He was impressed utterly by every detail. He raised a foot and looked upon every detail.
He flexed his quad, and stretched his arms above his head.
And yet again he found himself curiously touching at a manhood which had been both enhanced in size and spectacular in its sensitivity. "Mm...Mm! So good...so good!" He almost collapsed as he went for it with a gusto he'd never possessed before, ravenously rubbing himself off and watching himself do so in the mirror. He was beautiful. He was masculine. He was...
"Jason. You are Jason." He heard Adonis say.
That very word made Jason erupt. He thrust one final time into his hand and he grunted ferociously before falling into several soft groans and muttered Greek phrases under his breath. He felt amazing as Jason. It did not even matter to him he was now in a more servile role. It was a vacation from the doldrums of being an older man.
Adonis chuckled, watching his reaction to all this, "You had quite the shoot there, Jason. Impressive. My last transformation didn't have half the reaction. Now...since you're a servant around here now, let's get you started nice and easy."