Luke thought about what he wanted to do next. Then he smiled, making Ricky nervous as he rubbed his new abs in astonishment.
“Let’s make you taller. How does 6’0” sound, just like me?” Luke said.
He watched with delight as Ricky shot up, finally able to meet him at eye level. The height leaned out Ricky’s frame, meaning he was no longer stocky.
Ricky was embarrassed as he realized his jeans were high waters now, and his shirt was basically a crop top, showing off his abs. He flushed red and said, “Really?”
“Oh, I’m not done,” said Luke. “Next, tell me your weight.”
Despite not having checked recently, Ricky was easily able to answer, “135”.
“Oh, we can do better. Let’s make you 215 pounds, all of it muscle.”
Ricky groaned as all of his muscles cramped up, then began to swell. Soon, his shirt and pants lay in tatters on the floor, and left exposed melon-sized pecs, biceps bigger than tennis balls, and quads like tree trunks.
Irritated, Ricky said, “Are we done here?”
“Not just yet,” Luke grinned. “I think you could be really handsome to the ladies. Especially if your hair was black and had a tan.”
Instantly, Ricky’s brown hair turned black and his skin took on a decent tan.
“Now you’re ready to be a football star!” Luke said happily.