Then, the next phase of transformation begins. Your legs became strong and muscular, the type of legs a Olympic gold medal-winning athlete could have. The spandex trunks, no longer baggy, now seem sprayed on you, showing your perfectly round and firm ass. On the front your penis, now resting in a warm, white-furred sheath, awakens and becomes hard by the second, making you very aroused.
Your chest and belly inflate, ripped with muscle. In a daze, you caress your abdomen with your four-fingered hands, feeling the perfectly shaped six-pack under your fur. Meanwhile, your pecs are swelling with mass, becoming as big and definite as the breastplate of a knight’s armor. You suddenly feel your arms become stiff and numb: your biceps and triceps balloon to inhuman proportions, making you look as a bodybuilder in a very tight fursuit.
Lastly, your feet grow, becoming long, big rabbit paws. Incapable of controlling your horniness anymore, you cum through your new beastly penis, soaking your trunks, while one of your massive paws thumps the ground in joy and ecstasy.
“Ew! That’s gross, dude”, the rabbit hare exclaims, snapping his fingers. Almost instantly your pants are again dry as new. You also snap back from your daze, finally realizing what you’ve become. “Hey!”, you shout at the genie. “That’s not what I’ve asked you for! I wanted to be cute and cuddly!”.
“And you are, pal”, the genie respond with his omnipresent smirk. “Muscles are just my… how can I say… personal touch. I add them to every anthro transformation I cast, unless you specifically tell me not to. And don’t worry, they’ll stay the way they are, even if you don’t train and stuff”.
“I see”, you respond weakly. Well, you’re without a doubt cute, even if you’re big and muscled like a bodybuilder. If you could, you’d probably hug yourself, burying your face into your soft fur.
In the meanwhile, the genie is eyeing you attentively. “Something wrong?”, you ask him.
He seems surprised by the question. “No, no”, he replies, shaking his head. “On the contrary, dude, you’re amazing. A work of art, if I can put modesty away for a second. In fact, it’s a pity that a perfect being like you would eventually die one day… You know, that’s how mortality works”.
The genie’s bizarre words are making you feel gloomy. And a little irritated, also. “So?”, you blurt out.
“So, I was wondering if you could make a wish so I can transform you in something not plagued by mortality. You could become a living puppet, eternally cute and cuddly, or a statue made by living marble. Or you could become a genie like me. So, what do you think, pal?”.