Enough!" John shouted. "You want to act like the true child, let me help you better fit the part.
John looked at Joe's Adam's apple and thought about his desire to have the deeper, more manly voice.
"Now wait a min--ute," Joe's deep, authoritative voice cracked and suddenly became mush higher in tone like that of a young boy who hadn't yet gone through puberty.
"What's a matter, cat got your tongue," John replied back, his voice suddenly several octaves lower -- that of a true man and not a 14 year old boy.
John didn't stop there, if Joe wanted to behave like a child he should have the full experience. Next John thought about how he wished he was more mature looking and had been the one to go through full puberty.
In a matter of moments, his face was no longer a child's but that of a more mature and more handsome, fully-grown adult. John felt his face. He had stubble!
He looked down at Joe whose perfectly chiseled jawline covered in stubble was now perfectly smooth and rounded like that of a child.
30 minutes ago, Joe was 6 foot, 235 pounds of pure muscle. His neck was like a tree truck, his arms and calves bulging with muscles, his stomach hard as a washboard with a defined 8-pack. His voice commanded respect and his perfect checkbones/stubble combo made him look more like a GQ model than a mechanic.
Now, though, he was nothing more than a scrappy, muscle-less boy who weighed maybe 80 pounds soaking wet and looked like he was wearing his dad's workout clothes the way they swallowed him up in his now miniature frame.
"I'm sorry for hitting you, but you have to understand. I mean look at you and then look at me. Wouldn't you be upset if you went from brawny to scrawny like I have, no offense but look at me." Joe began. "Now that you've taken everything from me, can I please have my body back?"
Joe started begging for his body back, but John stopped listening as he realized in all the chaos he hadn't actually taken a chance to really take in and appreciate his amazing new body.
"Pipe down little man, I think it's time we see what a real man looks like."
With that John reached down and began to remove the once loose shirt he was wearing which now was three sizes too small - though it did accentuate his chiseled new body thanks to its skintight fit.
As John removed his shirt, he looked down in awe of the incredible body he now had. He looked like a young Arnold Schwarzenegger what with his broad shoulders, perky pecs, washboard abs and bulging biceps.
John began examining his big hands and arms, his large pecs, and his stunning abs which he ran his fingers down taking in the more-than-impressive cuts of his abs. He then placed his hands behind his head and starts grinding his stonewall abs, before lifting his arms perpendicular to his body and doing a double bicep pose, the veins in his now massive arms pulsating as he flexed.
"Woooooooooooow, this is amazing! I look like a freaking superhero but even better," John exclaimed, smiling as he continued to flex his new, huge muscles. "Here, take a video of me flexing these bad boys," John said handing his phone to Joe.
"No way, now give me back my body," a distraught and envious Joe said.
John watched as Joe crossed his tiny little arms, the oversized sleeves of his sweatshirt drooping over his little frame. John honestly couldn't believe this new reality or the fact that his beefy, meathead neightbor was now a peony little boy standing there in shorts so long they looked like pants and a sweatshirt that drooped over his once powerful and dominating figure.
"Take this video or your never going to get these amazing muscles back," John threatened, a threat that sounded more intense thanks to his deep manly voice.
"Fine," Joe said as he rolled up one of the loose sleeves and took the phone.
John decided he was going to get the fill effect and truly show off his sizable new figure and took off the once baggy shorts he had been wearing which had since hiked up on his meaty new thighs.
Standing there in nothing but his underwear, John began flexing his massive new muscles mimicking the poses he used to watch Joe practice in his garage with envy. With each flex his muscles and veins bulged in ways John never new muscles could. He smiled from ear to ear as he showcased his flawless new physique as Joe sulkenly recorded.
"That was incredible, no wonder you workout so much! I've never felt so powerful and alive!"
"Cool, now that you've had your fun, give me back my body! No offense, but the one you've given me sucks."