Ryan looked down at his new lean, sexy body in the mirror. He was now a 6 foot tall chavie 19 year old. Tucking his newly sized cock back into his boxers and trackies, which were navy with white stripes up the side, his cock-line clearly visible. He let his hands slide up his shallow but toned abs.
“ahh fuuuck…” he moaned, still leaking in his boxers. Suddenly Ryan, recognized his voice, the heavy east London accent foreign to him, yet strangely familiar. He picked up his shirt and put it on. Pulling his head through, he noticed his shirt was now a white polo. He looked in the mirror as a thin gold chain necklace had appeared around his neck, along with a few silver rings on his long fingers, and a ‘diamond’ stud in each ear. On Ryan’s head was a navy Adidas scallie cap.
“Shit man… I’m well chavyy” he muttered to himself.
He left his old shoes in the changing room, the only thing left of his old self. Walking through the shop he scowled, noticing things was different. Everything was priced in pounds instead of dollars.
Leaving the shop, he found himself in a busy high street in east London. It all suddenly felt normal, as he hopped on his BMX bike and began down the street.
“Fuck I feel so hot like this… wish I had bigger feet though”
Suddenly the strange pleasurable feeling hits Ryan again, causing him to topple off, nearly landing in the hedge next to the footie pitch. Ryan sat up, his 10 inch cock tenting in his trackies, as he stared at his feet.
“No fukin’ way” he mutters to himself in awe as the shoe’s grew in size, stopping at a whopping 15, his feet still fitting in them perfectly. Ryan sat there, wondering how much power he actually had, and what to do with it.