Mark simply sat there feeling immensely satisfied with himself, he had laid a hot chick, and by the looks of things, he was finally over the embarrassments and insecurities of puberty. Looking down at himself, Mark saw and felt that he was around the age of thirty three, a large, muscular form very different from the one he had mere hours earlier. His muscles toned and strong mostly, his stomach was simply solid and flat. He hoped that wasn't foreshadowing any uglier developments there. Mark had indeed gone from nerd to hunk, his dark brown hair extending slightly to the mid-neck, very few grey hairs in there giving him a wise characterization. He felt amazing, older, more confident and clear of doubts. He would definitely have to continue laying this chick.
He said in a deep, impressive voice, "Hey, uh, are you up for another round? I'm still horny and good to go."
Brittney supposed she underestimated the power and endurance she had bequeathed him with, and the resulting sexual drive that came with that. "You sure, baby? I'm kind of tired. I've had a long day..."
Mark sighed to himself, then turning his attention to his rod, and started to beat off right there, gripping his meat and slowly caressing it up and down. The rhythm setting in, Mark started to groan. Brittney knew she'd only exhaust herself further if he kept going like that, if only he could've ended up a little older so he wouldn't be so raring to go right now.
However, she also did not want to take away his muscularity or his health, and she looked down at the Ring. She supposed she could make him a bit older temporarily to give herself some rest.
As he worked himself next to her, Brittney whispered, too low for him to hear...