It was 10 am on Saturday, when Bobby finally got out of bed. He'd spent most of the night and morning cumming in his new socks, and jock strap. Apparently, the magic also increased his sperm production. After the tenth ejaculation, he stopped counting, but he must have cum at least 10 more times. Bobby smiled and decided to test the magic on himself. He stood wearing Erick his jockstrap, and Ryan and Carter, Bobby's sox (he wasn't sure who was on the left and who was on right foot after last night's free for all). He decided he'd start small as he studied his still immature physique.
"First, some more pubic hair," Bobby said, and smiled as hairs sprouted on his bare chest and thickened the thin trail from his belly button down into his jock. It tickled under his arms, and a light shadow beard appeared on his face.
"Cool," Bobby said admiringly. Sprouting body hairs itched causing him to scratch his butt, and he decided, "Perhaps not so much hair back there," and smiled as it became smooth again.
"Now to add inches..."