You open your eyes and look down at yourself. You don't notice anything out of place. You're still 9'3, and built like a bodybuilder, with a shelf of pectorals you can rest on your girlfriend's head. Coarse hair runs thick down your arms and legs, each thicker than concrete pipes, and completely covers your brick-like 10-pack abs, and immense traps and lats. A musky scent fills the air, and you lift your arm to sniff your hairy, pungent armpit. Yep, still sweaty as ever. You smile. You've always loved your sour, manly smell, as well as its effects on women. Just one sniff makes girls into horny, trembling, submissive wrecks, eager to just worship your masculine body. You could easily make yourself a harem, and you know it, but you only have eyes for Melissa.
And her eyes are predictably on your cock.
What a cock it is. You've always been proud of your gigantic penis, and how it makes every other man seem insignificant. Despite your gigantic, muscular body, and your towering height, the cock still looks huge - proportional, it would be like having a 2' cock on a regular guy - as it measures in at a whopping three and a half feet flaccid, and as thick as a telephone pole. Your balls are equally as impressive, hanging to your knees as cantaloupes in your massive sac. You give Melissa a wink as you run your hands down it, raising it to half-mast. You're pretty sure she squirts right there, though that could be your irresistible sex pheromones.
"So, I'm back to normal, then?" you ask, voice deep and rumbling in your huge chest. "Sorry, I don't remember what you were correcting, but I'm sure it doesn't compare to this perfection."
You flex a bicep and watch the oil drum-sized muscle appear. Melissa blushes. "Uh, yep, yep, all good and back to normal, okay?"
"Okay," you agree. It certainly feels normal, you can't remember having a body different to this. Still, Melissa seems a little shaky...
"You okay, babe?" you ask, stepping up to her. She unconsciously takes a step back from your towering body. You stop. "You seem... apprehensive of me. Are you sure everything is alright?"
She gives you a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I just thought maybe I'd messed something up and your personality had changed or whatever," she laughs, albeit nervously. "Like, imagine if I'd made you all hyper-masculine and aggressive. I couldn't take you in a fight, that's for sure."
You smile at that, and place a hand firmly on her shoulder. "Melissa, baby, you don't have to worry about me. I'm still your loving boyfriend, and as long I'm around, nothing will hurt you. Least of all me."
You pick her up and squeeze her in a hug, before lowering her back onto the bed. "Now, do you want to continue where we left off, or do you just want to go to sleep?"
"Um, if it's okay with you, can we just go to bed? I'm not really in the mood anymore..."
"Of course!" You smile at her and move to put your boxers back on. "Whatever makes you comfortable, babe."
You help her into some more comfortable underwear and slip on a silk nightgown over the top. You follow her into bed, spooning her small, fragile body against your large, masculine one, and fall asleep with your girlfriend wrapped tightly in your arms.