Kylan awoke to cold sunlight streaming into his room. He groaned. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought. ‘Such a vivid dream.’ He managed to open his eyes and look out at the city. Suddenly full of confusion he sat up in the bed. He wasn’t in his room at home. He looked at the hotel walls, a smile creeping back as the night’s events unfolded again for him to relive. So it wasn’t a dream? He must have been really drunk to pass out like that. He looked around for James but the man was nowhere in sight.
Yawning, he propped himself out of bed and hauled himself on to his feet. “Woah,” he blurted, as he was suddenly racked with imbalance. He extended an arm out towards the wall to steady himself. He rubbed a stubbled jaw and sauntered his way to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, his mediocre body looked back. He thought back to James and shrugged, ‘guess I never got those gym tips,’ he thought.
Kylan squinted in the bright sunlight of the morning as he exited the hotel. At least it hadn’t gotten overly hot yet. He wound his way through the old streets of the city, passing street carts and grimy faced kids. A women tried to sell him her jade jewellery for his ‘girlfriend back home.’ Kylan just ignored her.
Back in his dark and cool apartment, Kylan sank into his computer chair. The screen came to life with a jiggle of the mouse and he started typing. Whenever he worked on his novels, he lost all track of time. Minutes turned into hours, the words flowed out of his fingertips.
The sun had just set when Kylan suddenly noticed an odd feeling. His heartbeat sped up until he felt dizzy and short of breath. He felt a strange tingling all over his body. He looked down at his hands, posed over his keyboard. His breath caught. Slowly but surely, he could see fine hairs growing. The hair came in brown and thick over his arms. And then he felt an even odder sensation begin.
His skin felt tight as he watched his forearms swell. Thick veins began to protrude as the muscles beneath grew. “What the fuck?” he breathed, as he watched his suddenly hairy arms grow. An uncomfortable tightness brought his attention to his upper arms where hard biceps were pushing the material of his shirt apart. He stumbled out of his chair, almost falling over with a newfound feeling of strength and bulkiness.
He looked down at himself in shock and arousal. His pecs had begun growing as well, he could feel his shirt straining with every beat of his heart. Awkwardly, he tore it off and looked down at his changing torso. Only minutes ago he had been smooth as could be, with only a small trail of hair leading down to his groin. Now he had a generous layer of hair matting his chest and extending down to his abs.
‘Abs?’ he thought wonderously. He had never had abs before in his life. But now thick ridges of solid muscle pushed themselves from under his ribcage. He gasped for air as he felt his back widen and thicken. The added bulk gave an odd sensation of imbalance.
Kylan needed to see himself better. He stepped into the bathroom. He could only gawk as he saw his reflection in the mirror. He was becoming unrecognizable! A short beard had appeared on his face, he pulled at it, not believing that a beard could grow in only a matter of minutes.
Every muscle in his body looked tensed as they swelled in size. He watched a thick vein snake up his biceps as the muscle continued to grow. His triceps grew too, making his arms appear thick and pumped like an amateur bodybuilder’s in only seconds. His eyes fell down to his chest, where two thick and hairy mounds of muscle were separated by a deepening crevice. The skin around his growing pecs began to ripple with the strain of the new bulk.
Pain enveloped Kylan’s legs as his quads reached the limit of his pants. He quickly tore them off to reveal thick and deeply striated legs. He noticed that even his feet were growing. His socks were suddenly much too small. He heard a small rip as his growing feet extended out of them. They were veiny and lean looking, like the feet of a professional bodybuilder or athlete. He couldn’t help noticing a generous dusting of dark hair on them. His calves had also become much hairier, the muscle pushed them out until they were incredibly thick, wide and powerful.
Kylan’s tepid gaze followed his new legs up to his now straining briefs. He gulped. His package seemed to have increased in size as well. His hard and throbbing cock poked out of one leg hole in his briefs. Just from the bulge Kylan estimated that it had grown at least twice as thick. He couldn’t help himself, he pulled the stretched briefs off, letting his massive dick drop in front of him. Like the rest of his body, the skin seemed to be stretched tight, showing thick veins underneath. A small pool of precum filled the tip. He spread this around his shaft and began slowly working the muscle cock like he had owned it all his life.
Kylan watched his body expanding and rippling as his muscles swelled to greater sizes. His upper body now resembled a competitive bodybuilders. Though he thought his dark hair and thick muscles looked better than any bodybuilder he’d ever seen.
He thought back to James. The previous night he would have never dreamed of having a body that remotely resembled the muscular man from the bar. Now, Kylan was clearly much bigger than his mysterious fuckbuddy. And he was still growing.
Kylan could feel a swelling in his cock as he watched the bearded muscle man in the mirror jerking off. A pressure grew at its tip and then traveled through the shaft into his body. He felt waves of pleasure wash over him as he shot a thick torrent of cum over his furry abs. He doubled over in pleasure, gasping to catch his breath after the best orgasm of his young life. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he had become a sexy muscle beast! He looked better than anything he could ever even picture in his mind.
He continued to smile as he stepped into the shower to wash himself off. The warm water felt amazing on his gigantic body. He began lathering himself up. He instantly became rock hard again when he felt his solid muscles slippery under his soapy hands. The feeling of suddenly being so huge was too much for him, Kylan shot a second load. The intensity of it sent him doubling back against the wall.
He turned off the water and cooly regarded his reflection as he stepped out of the shower. His short but thick chest hair clung to his taut skin and accentuated his new grown muscles. He flexed a bicep for himself. He touched the thick knot of muscle confirming that it was real.
Kylan couldn’t hide his new body from the world any longer. He hurriedly lumbered out of his bathroom and into his bedroom, when a problem suddenly struck him. What the hell was he going to wear? The problem became instantly obvious when he tried to pull his briefs back on. The material squeezed his meaty things and was wholly unable to conceal the new girth and length of his dick. Kylan searched around for something else, finally settling on a pair of elastic gym shorts. They would do the trick, though they were still too small.
Knowing that it wouldn’t fit, Kylan couldn’t resist trying on one of his regular medium t-shirts. He just managed to squeeze into the biggest looking one he could find. The sleeves were uncomfortably tight around his vascular biceps, but the he found the pressure around his hulking pecs oddly enjoyable. He felt the fabric pulled almost to the breaking point by his wide back and thick chest. He noticed that the shirt only lightly hugged the outline of his lean torso. He had all the size of a lean bodybuilder, but without the roid gut or ruined skin. The overall look was, he decided, fantastic.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to fit into any of his shoes, but luckily he had bought a pair of knockoff flip flops a few summers ago that were way too big for him. Or at least, they used to be. Kylan barely fit them now! He went back into the bathroom to see how his impromptu outfit had turned out. The shirt was laughably tight, but in a way that Kylan found irrefutably sexy. Especially with the thick hairy forearms descending down from his overgrown biceps. He flexed as hard as he could, feeling relieved as he heard and felt the tearing of cotton fibres and loosening of his shirt sleeves.
He looked down to see the two veiny tree trunks that were his legs neatly filling up his gym shorts before giving way to his ridiculously muscled and hairy calves and feet. Kylan’s vision shifted back to his gym shorts, he sighed. As he was assessing his appearance in the mirror, his cock had grown hard again. The outline was now obscene in his shorts.
“Oh well,” he said out loud. He flexed at himself and winked. He was going out on the town. In the hot night air, his outfit wouldn’t look particularly out of place. He smiled at his reflection. His new life was just about to begin.