Mark looked at himself in the long glass. He was no longer on the point of tears and his head felt clear and calm. In his tummy he felt that suppressed excitement he had called “butterflies” when a boy, but at the same time a feeling of growing and peaceful power there. He felt a slight erection growing as the sense of power began to make itself obvious in the changes in his body, growing out from his solar plexus. His abs began to define themselves and his waist narrowed, but at the same time they become as hard as steel. His chest expanded in solid muscle as did his thighs. His arms and his calves grew, so that all his muscles were just that bit bigger and stronger than Tyson’s. His butt, arse, bum, BTM, derrière was now spectacular. Jutting out to two massive, muscular half globes with cheeks indented on either side and divided by a gorge. All body hair other than his pubes and armpits had disappeared. A diamond glowed in one ear lobe.
At the same time his skin darkened: not to the ebony sheen which Simon had gained, but a more matt, duller colour. Whereas Simon as Tyson seemed to reflect and give out light, Mark in his African state seemed to draw it in, to a secret source of quiet power.
His neck was muscular, but not broad, and his head and face grew a bit longer, his chin slightly pointed, with a tuft of black hair under it. His nose was strong, his nostrils seeming to flare, and his lips sensuous. His eyes narrowed, sank and tilted upwards, while his eyebrows became two beautifully pencilled black lines, tilting up and out over them.
But best of all, his hair became black and grew at great speed to form a cascade of dreadlocks, framing his handsome face and reaching between his shoulder blades at the back and down to his nipples at the front.
And needless to say, as a final touch, his genitals increased in size correspondingly.
Mark knew the physical transformation was completed. Now for the mental change...