While your eyes follow a large, ripped jock (is that whats passing for a teen these days?), your eyes find an even more pleasing subject.
A tall, thick man has walked next to you, searching the cooler area, looking at the beer selection. He's built thick and mighty, like a lifelong laborer, wearing a sports t-shirt, that tightly frames his big chest, and a prominent beer gut. That big chest is being framed even more so by his thick, hairy, sun-kissed arms crossed in front of it. The robust torso was stacked on two thick, hairy legs clad in a small pair of shorts, which lead down to two large, worn looking loafers. Stacked on this package was a square, ruddy face, set in a stern expression of a man looking carefully for his beloved alcohol, a shaggy wave of dirty blonde hair was pulled back and fell back in a mane down to his shoulders, and matching blonde fuzz covered his cheeks, chin and upper lip.
Not surprisingly, you can feel your cock stir and begin to press against your pants, and you quickly look back at your own purchases, so that he doesn't notice you staring. Your mind is alight with fantasies of the man already, wondering what he looks like without what little attire he has on already, what his cock looks like, what he talks like, how he lives.
Your mind is made up, and you carefully walk around him as if to go to the cash register. Swinging your ring-arm as you walk, the ring brushes his arm as you pass, making him turn to you.
"OH! Sorry 'bout that!" You quickly apologize, his leathery face more open now in mild surprise, making you notice his clear, blue eyes amidst all that aged tan. Swoon~
"Hr, s'alright", he grumbles in a gravelly voice, rich and emanating from his chest, as he turns back to his beer-hunt. Double swoon~
You continue with your purchases as if on autopilot, barely remembering to thank the cashier as you head out quickly, heart pounding, thoughts too concentrated on the idea at hand. Before you know it, you've already came back home, and dump your purchases on the counter, your mild hunger forgotten in the stead of your current objective.
You stare at the middle gem, trying to calm yourself down as well as rationally talk yourself down in the case that it doesn't work. I mean, something like this couldn't realistically exist, could it?
"Welp, best way to prove it is to try it!" You announce, and you twist the middle gem to the right several clicks. Instantly you feel a warm tingle flow through you from the hand the ring is on, and you feel your center of balance alter as you start to shoot upward in height, the bones in your spine and legs stretching out. You can see a deep tan flow over your skin from the ring, spreading up your arm and into your shirt, where its certain to move over your whole body. Your meager muscle build of old has started swelling outward in a warming sensation. Your shirt begins to tighten as two prominent pecs make themselves known underneath, your stomach tightening, as a small layer of fat coats it. The tingle dies down as you feel a light itching sensation along your face. Touching your chin and cheeks, you feel about a days growth of stubble in place.
You stumble to a mirror in your bathroom, and check the changes. At around halfway there, you look like you could be the man's son or brother, your skin having shifted to a nice tan, your hair having new blonde highlights, and the beginnings of a good workers build. But you know it isn't enough. Your heart pounds harder looking your altered self, knowing its all real, and your cock rises again as you shift the gem all the way to the right on the ring on your slightly thicker hand.
Immediately you watch as the ring hand swells outward in size, becoming wide-palmed with long thick fingers, callused from hard work as your tan deepens and swishes over your skin, making it leathery and aged, as thick blonde hairs coat your forearms and hand. Soon your other arm is consumed as well, and both arms swell even further with muscle. Your torso expands outward and upward once more as your spine and legs pull you upward even further, capping off at around 6'5, your shirt dying a horrible death as it can no longer contain your growing bulk. It reveals a gorgeous bronzed torso, thick reddened pecs, with a blonde mat of hair growing between them, and your burgeoning belly beginning to pack even more pounds on it, growing more and more and more, until you have a full beer belly under your prominent, slightly saggier pecs. Your feet begin to agonize in your shoes, until with a loud 'pop!' you see them burst out, at least 5 or 6 sizes larger, a coating of blonde hair across the huge whoppers, matching the coat that rides up your long, tree-trunk legs.
Your throat is beginning to tingle as you watch it thicken out, your Adam's apple jutting forward, and your face begins to adjust and remold itself, the bones underneath taking on the man's square, stern countenance, as your skin turns ruddy and weathered, thick lines framing your thin-lipped sneer, under a nose that looks like it might've seen a fight or two, topped with heavier blonde brows housing those swoon-worthy, clear blue eyes. You reach his thick, tough, sausage-like fingers up to yours/his square jaw and feel the sensation of your days stubble growing thicker and thicker, until it formed a nearly full golden beard, with a few silvers here and there. While enjoying that, you nearly miss your hairline moving up around an inch or so as your forehead became lined, the highlights becoming plentiful and growing bright right from the root, as it grows out down the back of your head to your shoulders.
You feel your heart absolutely swoon, looking at the stud's confused, astonished mug in the mirror, and as your cock strains harder against your pants, you realize you're gonna need to get them off! You struggle with them, the waistline much, much tighter, cutting in under your gut, and its beginning to hurt, as you feel your cock growing in size and girth inside of them. You grunt and groan, trying to find a way out of them, and hearing those deep beastly noises only turns you on harder, until the seams begin to tear along your thighs, and soon the button shoots off, the zipper violently ripping open. Growling, you grab any excess of it that you can in your new powerful hands, and yank it all off with a loud 'SHRRIP!'.
"Holy shit!" You bellow, the sound bouncing off the walls, as you behold the 9 inch monster that was unleashed. Nine inches, thick as a beer can, uncut and a set of eggs hanging pendulous underneath. Looking in the mirror is the man in the store: huge, bronzed, built, finely aged, and hung. Everything you like in a man. Aaand the illusion is destroyed as the man's face splits in a childlike grin, as you gleefully look over your new body, your coarse hands producing a plethora of new sensations over your new foreign parts.
You stop when you look over the ring again. Sure enough, its gone up several sizes to match, the silver glinting much smaller in the huge, tough, hairy paw.
"YOU! I fucking LOVE YOU!" You growl out and kiss it, happily, and start to walk out, plans already beginning to form in your head...