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You lie there on the wooden bench, gazing down in awe at the ripped, sweat-slicked torso that now belongs to you. The spell that you used succeeded beyond your wildest dreams, and now you have the young intern's ripped body. His athletic frame is yours to command, while your old nerdy self is left behind forever.

Strong hands – his hands – roam greedily over the glistening six-pack abs, pressing into the hard ridges and tracing the sweat trails that disappear toward the waistband of the gray sweatpants. The heat radiates up, the post-workout pump making every muscle feel alive and powerful.

"Fuckkkkk! This... this is incredible," you groan in his deep, resonant voice, the words echoing in the empty corridor. "No more weak old man. I'm young, hot, and built like a fucking god now."

Your palms slide lower, massaging just above the crotch where his thick cock is beginning to swell from the overwhelming sensations. The heavy, masculine musk of sweat and testosterone hits you hard, making your head spin with lust. This body is perfect – smooth skin, defined muscles, raw masculine energy. The world sees you as the confident intern now, but only you know the nerdy boss is pulling the strings from inside.

Your fingers tease the edge of the waistband, promising to explore every inch of your new, superior form. You know this is just the beginning of exploring every dirty fantasy in this young, powerful body.