Zebulon found the perfect spell to try out on thin, scraggly, scruffy Justin. A spell to improve the looks and physique of its target, it seemed to be just what Justin needed.
Zebulon studied it carefully. Although simple at first glance, it was much more complex once he really read it. The basics were simple, but there were levels of complexity beneath that. Substituting vowels in one mystic word would determine whether the subject was aware of the change or not. Another set of words controlled the speed of the change. Yet another word controlled the degree of the change: whether a little bit of muscle would be gained, or a lot.
As Justin rooted through his closet, Zebulon decided to stop stalling and just go for it. Under his breath, he began to read the spell. Zebulon went slowly, pronouncing each word deliberately. But as Justin stood up straight, Zebulon began to speed up, trying to get the spell off before Justin did something crazy (like leave the room). He hoped he didn't mess up any words in the process. Just as Justin started walking toward the door, the spell finished. Zebulon's breath caught in his throat as he watched, waiting to see what would happen.
Justin stopped and stood in the middle of the room with a puzzled expression on his face, his scraggly hair hiding half his face. He took a deep breath, and a shudder ran through him, as he gasped audibly.
Under his loose clothes, Justin's body began to change. His thin, narrow shoulders widened, stretching out under his shirt. His sunken chest grew outward, pecs forming under his skin, thickening and broadening with powerful muscle. His arms and deltoids swelled, filling up with muscle, the thin limbs becoming powerful and intimidating. His lats spread out and his back thickened, straining against his shirt which was going from loose to tight before Zebulon's eyes. Finally Justin's legs bloated magnificently, muscle expanding under the skin, filling up his pants until they were tight enough to show off his strong thighs and magnificent glutes.
Zebulon couldn't believe how different Justin looked. A minute ago, the guy was 150 pounds at most, sopping wet. Now he was considerably larger, 210 or 220 pounds, all of it muscle. The man bulged under his clothes, which had gone from loose to skin tight in less than a minute.
Justin turned to look at Zebulon. As he did, his hair fell back, revealing a shockingly handsome face. Scruffy in all the right places, like a model, with piercing eyes, a strong jaw, and handsome, symmetrical features. Even Justin's once-scraggly hair looked good: healthy, thick, and shiny, perfectly mussed rather than messy. Zebulon stared in shock at his creation.
Justin opened his mouth to speak.