Vassily looked in the full length mirror and felt dissatisfied. While his chiselled face and tapered hands were perfect the rest of his body was pudgy and pallid. There was just enough chest hair to notice and not enough to be sexy. It was in fact Ben’s own out-of-condition body. Vassily felt himself shudder. He turned and strode to the fridge which he opened. There was a bottle of vodka chilling. He took it out and poured a large slug in a glass, which at once frosted with condensation. He swiftly picked up the glass and tossed of the entire contents in one. He shuddered again and returned to the mirror.
This body was now completely smooth and lightly tanned. Slowly it began to change its shape. All flab disappeared and while his chest and thighs expanded in overall size; his whole body was composed of lean and very obvious muscle. His sexual organs grew to impressive dimensions.
Vassily lightly caressed his torso and gave a mirthless, arrogant smile. He went to a cupboard and took out a pair of baggy peasant’s trousers, which he was to stuff into leather boots, and a white embroidered peasant’s smock.
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