jonbene

His shower was the perfect place to test the product. Warm water cascading over him, steam fogging the glass walls. He popped the cap, revealing a silky black cream. Just a teaspoon was supposed to trigger 'profound physiological enhancements. ' He smirked, skeptical yet intrigued.

As the first glob hit his palm, he felt an unexpected tingle. It smelled of coconut and something deeper, earthy. Curious, he smeared it across his chest. His skin absorbed it instantly, leaving no residue. At first, nothing happened. Then a warmth spread, not quite burning, but insistent. His breathing quickened as every muscle fiber seemed to stir, stretch, grow. He watched, transfixed, as his pecs puffed out, nipples hardening. The tingling sharpened into prickles of hair sprouting across his chest, his abs, his arms. A groan escaped him, pleasure-pain mixing as his bones and sinew expanded. His cock pulsed, lengthening, thickening, straining against his towel. His voice cracked then deepened as he grabbed himself, lost in the throes of metamorphosis.

Thomas began boarding his flight. He wasn’t sure how he would fare on his first long-distance journey. His doctor gave him a sleeping pill to help with anxiety, but he didn’t know how to manage jet lag. Traveling alone wasn’t fun. He watched all the couples and families board before him, and it kind of made him sad—a bit anxious. He saw another single guy in line behind him. He thought, ‘Maybe a new friend?’ He leaned over.

“Traveling alone sucks, huh?”

The stranger hesitated for a moment before responding, “Nah. I love it. I can do whatever I want whenever I want.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of it like that. I just went through a break-up, so maybe this is all just new to me. And I never traveled abroad before, but I figured, after the year I had, I felt I earned a vacation in Europe.” God, he was trauma dumping again. He couldn’t even stop himself. The stranger just stared at him with intrigue.

Thomas looked him up and down. He was so cool. So casual. Nothing like him. Thomas was so thin, pale, and sweaty. He always struggled with his sense of style. He felt like a naked mole rat and hated looking in the mirror. He was tired of being so conservative and restrained all the time but never had the courage to go out of his comfort zone. And here’s this guy: tanned, toned, tall. Nothing like Thomas. Thomas admired the little things about the stranger, like the way his hair curled out of his backward cap, the way his t-shirt clung to his bicep, and even the way he had a little chest hair popping out of his collar. *Whew* He was getting hot, so he better stop staring.

The stranger couldn’t help but notice, to be honest. He was charmed actually. With a smirk, he leaned in closer to Thomas. “Relax. Berlin is a very fun city. The second we land in Germany, you’ll feel like a new man. It’s very freeing to travel in Europe. Believe me, you’ll get the bug. This is just the beginning.”

Thomas shuddered a bit while he whispered in his ear. He tried to hold it together, but his deep voice shook him to the core. His dimples while he smirked…ugh. “Surely he’s not interested in someone like me,” Thomas thought. “He’s a god compared to me. He must just be a nice guy.” A revelatory idea.

Thomas swallowed to clear his dry, nervous mouth and chuckled, saying, “Well, that’s nice of you. Thank you. But I guess I’m just hoping this sleeping pill does the trick. And I’ll be fine once we get there.”

The stranger quickly rummaged through his backpack. “Tell you what, take one of these and the trip will be over before you know it. I’ll tell you a secret, a few years ago, I used to be like you, and look at me now! Heheh. Black market stuff, man! I always keep them on me just in case my symptoms start coming back, but they haven’t for years. That’s how good they are!”

Thomas looked at him like he was crazy. Why would he take drugs from a stranger?

“Next!” The flight attendant called for Thomas. He had no time to think. He just took it from the stranger’s hands and, as they held hands for a brief moment and locked eyes, Thomas’ glasses fogged up. Woah. Okay. Gotta go.

Thomas laughed like the nervous dork he was, and he ran on the gangway.

By the time he got to his seat, he lost sight of the stranger. He thought it was bizarrely kind of him to offer his pills, but it scared him to take something he didn’t know what it was. On the other hand, he thought of what the stranger said. “This is just the beginning.” And look at that guy. He must be doing something right. So…fuck it. With a grin, Thomas took the pill and tried to close his eyes before takeoff.

…..

About halfway through the flight, Thomas woke up in a cold sweat. He was short of breath, panicking. ‘What’s happening? Where am I?’ He frantically looked around, trying to get his bearings. ‘Oh my god. What did I do?’ He felt awful. He was dizzy, sweating through his shirt. His vision was blurring in and out. His skin felt like it had sunburned. The kind of underlying pain and itch that can’t be satiated. Thomas couldn’t get comfortable and kept squirming. The people in the aisle next to him kept giving him side-eye. His stifled moans of pain and discomfort were becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. His bones started aching, and he tried to stretch and groan the pain away. He couldn’t take this much more; he thought he was going to die.

Thomas flagged an attendant over. “Excuse me, could I please have a WATER?” he said with a massive pubescent voice crack. He cleared his throat and started panicking. ‘What have I done to myself?’ he thought. With another stretch and inhale, he felt his body expand outward. Suddenly, he felt just a bit too wide for his seat. “Ugh, err, umph.” He moaned, trying to get comfortable in his seat even still. His clothes fit just a bit tighter than before. Not that anybody looking at him would notice, but he felt crazy. His knees started hitting the seat in front of him, and his pants hugged his thighs just a bit more. ‘Oh my god, I need to get off this plane,’ Thomas thought erratically. He felt his brain short-circuiting and stood up frantically. People around him started to stare nervously. This was the opposite attention he wanted. He felt his crotch slowly filling out his pants a bit more. Thomas lurched forward in both pain and pleasure, hitting his head on the overhead compartments as he did. His glasses flew off his face—his vision seemed better without them now. “Sir!” the flight attendant called out to him. “I JUST NEED THE BATHROOM!” Thomas tried to calm his surroundings subtly, but with his ever-lanky limbs and cracking voice, he just brought more attention to himself.

Thomas awkwardly began walking through the aisle. His ever-changing size made it hard for him to adjust his perception of his surroundings, causing him to bump into people and trip over the seats. Standing up and walking became increasingly difficult as his clothes started restricting his movement. This felt like the longest and most embarrassing walk to the bathroom he had ever taken.

At last, he squeezed into the tiny compartment. He locked the door and switched on the lights. Finally, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked dreadful. He was drenched in sweat, reeking of BO, and in excruciating pain that intensified with each passing second. His shirt was so tight that he was hunched over the sink, trying to hide his stomach. “Oh god, what did that guy do to me?” His breath shortened, but with each exhale, he felt his body growing taller and wider. *Huff* *Huff* *Huff* His voice had dropped lower, audible only when he exhaled. He stared at himself in the mirror, his face gradually slimming and sharpening. Was that a defined jawline forming? Despite the pain, he finally noticed a progression he’d always longed for. Wait a minute. Is this what he was talking about? Thomas recalled, “The second we land, you’ll feel like a new man.” Oh. Thomas looked at himself in the mirror with a mischievous grin. Through the pain, he slowly stood with his spine erect, and—uncomfortable as it was—he did. His t-shirt had shrunk on his body, fitting him like a little girl’s t-shirt. It was a crop top with the sleeves riding all the way up to his shoulders. At last, Thomas took a long exhale, and when he filled his new, larger lungs, his shirt split right down the middle of his chest. “Ahhh!” Thomas deeply moaned; he felt like he could finally get a full breath. He stared at himself in the tiny airplane mirror. He looked down his body from an ever-expanding chest, his widening shoulders pushing outward more and more, his lengthening arms, and his lengthening torso. Amazed, he noticed the striations in his stomach leading down to that iconic V, leading down to his crotch, which began to push out even more, bulging from his pants. “Heheheh,” he rumbled deeply to himself. This was turning into a dream come true. Who was he becoming? He tried to unbutton his pants to stop them from cutting into him, but as he shakily struggled with it, his ass tore through the back of them with one deep breath. His ass pushed and rounded out, filling out to become quite the statement. “Haha, well…I’ll get some use out of that,” he muttered to himself. Thomas was loving his new, deep, and husky voice. His thighs pushed through the material too as more muscle and striation packed on. *Whew* He was turning himself on. His calves bulking and shaping nicely. All the way down to his feet as he felt them stretch, grow, and expand. “Wait, shit, let me try to get these sneakers off first,” he thought cheekily. However, he was becoming too big for the closet-shaped bathroom and fell onto the toilet with a dumb chuckle. He was too late as the changes came on too fast and his feet shoved through the tops of the New Balance as Thomas let out two stifled barks for each foot with each pop.

Endorphins and testosterone poured into Thomas’ brain rapidly, bringing him to a blinding ecstasy. He started laughing as he slumped over the toilet in this far too small bathroom for him now. He couldn’t extend his legs all the way while sitting down, so he began to stand up. He must have gained at least five inches in height. It seemed that the worst was over at this point. He stopped sweating and no longer looked greasy. In fact, he glowed with an inner shine and radiance. His acne scars faded away, and his body had a natural tan, so he would never look pale and sick like he used to. A now evident patch of hair started growing in his armpit, softly scratching him. He enjoyed seeing it when he lifted his arm, accompanied by a very pungent smell. But actually, he didn’t mind. He had always longed to smell like a man.

His hair, once straight, flat, and nerdy, now caught his attention. He admired its thickness and curly nature as he ran his fingers through it. Every way he tussled it, it fell so stylishly quaffed on his head. Relieved and pleased, he gazed down from his head to his perfectly shaped, bushy eyebrows. When did those get so thick? Further down, he watched in the moment as a five o’clock shadow emerged along his new Greek jawline. Softly, Thomas sighed with a “woah” as it fell out of his mouth, now agape. He ran his fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble. How could it have grown out so densely and coarse in just a matter of seconds? He felt it aged him for the better. He definitely wouldn’t be carded anymore at the clubs. His lips plumped up lusciously as his entire facial structure matured before his eyes. While admiring his new handsome face, his fingers caught his attention. They, ever so gently, morphed into rough man-hands. They matched the proportions of his new body, becoming like a mitt. He watched as small, coarse hairs slowly fluffed out of his fingers, to the tops of his hands, all the way up his arms, getting thicker and denser by the second. The hair lightened as it went up his arms to a light fuzz on top of his shoulders. He put his hands down with a sigh, reveling in his forearms becoming firm and strong, biceps bulking and rounding up, shoulders powerfully becoming like boulders. His back and lats widened slowly and gently, muscles rippling down. Whatever was left of the shirt on his body tore again to become tatters hanging off his limbs. Thomas grabbed his ass as his glutes tensed and firmed up. “Jesus,” he thought, “I’m perfect.” Was that a little fuzzy butt he felt? He looked down at his crotch to see the most perfect specimen hanging down between his legs. He was always a bit below average. But now, after this growth spurt, he had an enviable manhood. His bush started fluffing up and out in all directions, growing thicker and denser, a trail leading up his naval. Simultaneously, his stomach developed a thick layer of hair, rapidly appearing as his new, prominent, bulging abs slowly faded away as he started packing on a decent amount of healthy fat. Something he was never able to achieve before. His pecs grew up and out as they firmed up. They too started growing little hairs in the center. Getting thicker, denser, and fuller in seconds. His nipples, gradually disappearing under a layer of hair, perked up and pointed down as his pecs rounded out and filled up, barreling over his torso. In a hypnotic daze, Thomas started to admire his body, feeling every ridge and bump on it. As his body hair curled up and thickened, he accidentally tickled himself, causing a small, low chuckle to vibrate through his torso. He started getting hairier every moment: his tree trunk legs acquired a decent coating of dark, coarse hair all the way down to the tops of his feet and toes.

Finally, Thomas was able to take in his final form. What happened to him? Who was he now? This behemoth of a man who had just gone through hell and back. The decimated airplane bathroom. This hulked-out version of himself, with clothes hanging on by a thread. Veins prominently pulsating with every heartbeat through his entire body. How would he walk out of here now? Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Hey stranger,” Thomas said with a seductive smirk, his deep voice booming throughout. His fingers twirled the chest hair along his collarbone in a natural, flirtatious way. He was almost immediately bricked up, eager to put his new gear to use.

“Looking good, my man…heheh. I’m Joseph, by the way. Here, take an outfit of mine. We can go shopping after we land,” he said with a wink, “It may be a bit tight on you.” Thomas bit his lip and smiled. With a chuckle, Joseph continued, “Damn, you’re a bit bigger than I thought you’d get. Although, I think you’ll be just as happy with as little on as possible. I know a few clubs in Berlin we can hit up straight away.”

It seems that a trip to Europe can truly transform everything.

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“hey, can i work out with you?”

“uh, sure”

I wasn’t sure what that meant at first. I mean I was only just starting to get into a workout routine. But after I was dumped, and with the start of a new year, I had a fire under me to get the body of my dreams…and also everyone else’s dreams.

I never worked out before, and I was tired of being so skinny and pale and hairless. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. I hated being in my own body. What kind of man is that? But this was the beginning of a new chapter for me. I could feel it. I was already a few weeks into a new, really good routine.

But now this guy wants to share a machine, so whatever, I can deal with it. But there was something animalistic about the way he was looking at me. Some fire in his eyes I hated, but most guys looked like that in the gym, so I just tried to ignore it and focus on me.

We kept swapping the chest press, and right before I’d start my set this guy would stare at me and talk under his breath. Freak.

1…2….3…I kept exhaling, but the weight was feeling heavier and heavier. Whew. I was really sweating.

This guy fist bumps me and says “come on, you got another set in you.”

*sigh* Yeah, let’s go, it takes hard work to get in shape.

1….2….3….I exhaled and sighed and moaned. I started slowing down, getting more control, the weight feeling heavier, but I kept going.

10…11…12. My set was done. I looked back at my rack and, wait a minute, who doubled my weights?

“Yeah, man, I knew you had it in you.”

“What did you do? How?”

As I sat there, sweating and heaving on the bench my chest suddenly felt heavier and heavier. The pump swelling my pecs as they popped and rounded out, shaping through my shirt. *ping* *ping* Like two little mounds.

“What’s happening?”

“Your hard work is paying off, man. Don’t stop now!”

We kept going. It felt good. He was right. Why should I stop now. I don’t know what this guy had over me, but it was something about the way he looked at me. It was like he wanted this as badly for me as I did. It was motivating.

We worked for another hour, hitting every muscle group, using every machine. I don’t know how it was possible. I never ran out of energy. My muscles never fatigued. And I got more and more aggressive. I wanted this. I deserved this. And screw everyone that ever bullied me.

The sweat glistened on my skin and I started getting a healthy glow. My hair thickened and it started falling in this beautiful quaff naturally. I threw my shirt off to the side. I loved looking at myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t believe how my body responded to one day at the gym. I looked…good. I should be paying this guy to be my trainer. He was like a magician. Just look at the way my veins popped and throbbed out. omg.

I dapped him up, thanked him, and broke for the day. He said he’d done all he could do for me. I thought nothing of it as I headed toward the locker room, I felt energized, confident, and, well, hot. I couldn’t wait to go home and work the next day.

“Hey, great pump today, man. Really great work! Just wait till you get that testosterone hit.”

Yeah I guess that made sense. I just got so jacked in a few hours, I’m sure there’d be a rush of testosterone. But I figured I’d just shower and head to bed. Not realizing what a wave I’d ride.

I walked in the locker room, and suddenly felt faint. Woah, huh, wha-what happened. The room was spinning. I leaned up against the counter and looked in the mirror.

Huff. Huff. Huff. My breath shortened. I looked in the mirror; my now sculpted chest rising higher and higher. Was I having another panic attack? Was I going to pass out from dehydration? This felt nothing like that. Through my blurry vision, I looked closely at the steamy mirror and…and…my chin started getting a thick stubble? *ping* *ping* *ping* Just like that. One by one.

“Wha-what did you do to me.” I started saying through huffs and growls. My voice sounding like gravel. I never had a deep voice. It was something I always hated. What was happening?

Looking in the mirror, I saw the man enter the locker room behind me.

“wHAt did YoU doO to meE?” my voice cracked. So embarrassing.

“I’m just giving you what you wanted.” He said ominously.

“I don’t want it! Not like this!” My voice booming. What manly voice was coming out of me? What is this? Everything started hurting and burning and throbbing and growing and popping. My spine cracking, I was growing. Getting taller. Wider. Sweating. It was all happening so fast. My bicep blowing up and rounding out even more. I slowly lifted my arm up through the pain to see what was happening. Little hairs pricking out from my armpit. *ping* *ping* *ping* Just like that. One by one.

I wanted it to stop. But at the same time…I didn’t. More. I thought. But the pain. I wasn’t recognizing myself in the mirror. Everything was getting bigger and wider and harder and stronger. My eyebrows bushing up. The soft peach fuzz of hair on my arm suddenly turning thicker and darker and coarser. Ew. That smell coming from under my arms as the hair spread and grew and thickened. I didn’t like this part of being a man. I tried to reach in my bag for deodorant, but when I bent down, my chest burned and stung.

“Ugh. ugH. UGH. AHHHHH!!” This roar burst out of me as I lurched and arched upwards. The little pin pricks of hair pinging my body from before faded away. It was just a quick and gentle development going from an uncomfortable itch to a natural progression of thickening hairs curling up and out, intertwining between each other as I let go.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. My back expanded and strengthened, my shoulders bulking and hulking outward. My neck thickening. My beard (my beard?) puffing out in a dense, coarse bush. My abs faded away under my new layer of hair. My thighs blowing up to the point that I couldn’t walk without them rubbing up against each other. My shorts rolled up and tightened against itself as I grew. This absolute unit growing in the middle, as I chuckled in this deep, low hum. Everything felt electric. The last steps began sprouting a deep, coarse hair all over my legs. My feet expanding and thickening, the hair even spreading all the way down to my toes. Who needs shoes anymore? Hahaha. I was heady with joy as things started slowing down and stabilizing.

Huff. Huff. Huff. My breathing slowed down as I watched, finally, in the mirror as my changes completed. I couldn’t believe these were my tree trunk legs.

I stood in the mirror with a sigh and flexed. My new body felt amazing. I looked back at the man behind me, realizing he was still there, watching all this go down.

“What did you do? Why did you do this? I have the body of my dreams.” I said in my new, deep, and manly voice.

“And the body of mine.” He began to approach me.

It’s true, within the first day they put the kids straight into lessons and trainings all about the forest and how to work. His son adjusted quite quickly and grew a liking to it. They fed him a ton of steak and carbs as he sweat, chopping down trees and hiking. It was 12 hours of work all in the first day and all the kids were exhausted by the end of it. As they got into bed, they noticed that they had changed a bit. Their clothes felt different, but still fit. They were all kind of awkward in their bodies as they grew in height subtly.

The ad didn’t lie when they said they would man up almost overnight. They all woke up at what seemed like 18 years old. Most of them had full beards by morning!

They weren’t scared though. They felt confident, excited, and strong. Testosterone coarsened through their new bodies, giving them all the symptoms. And with every new, exciting symptom, there were the adverse ones. They became more aggressive and moody. Their appetites and libido increased. They experienced headaches, acne, and their voices cracked.

Since the camp somehow changed their bodies rapidly, all their symptoms appeared and progressed and heightened rapidly. As they worked on the land feeling more comfortable in their bodies allowing their shirts to open up, letting the wind brush against their skin, their skin began to change. Their skin became tougher, thicker. Their bodies began to bulk, sprouting more and more body hair.

This was when the boys started to become alarmed. They hadn’t even been there a week, and so much had changed for them. They looked like boys in a football college now. They struggled with all the rapid, mental, and physical changes and wished they’d stop. They never wanted it to be like this; they just thought they’d be playing in a summer camp!

But the changes did anything but slow, no matter how hard they pleaded with their bosses and teachers. The deed was done and there was no reversing it. Their bosses didn’t like their protest, so it was time to escalate. They all started screaming as their bodies burned. One by one they started bursting out of their clothes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! As one limb after another bulked and sprouted and bounded up, out, and away from them. Veins bulging out of their skin. They begged, “plllleeAAASSEE! nnnoOoOOOoOOO!” as their voices dropped even more into a huge, thunderous man’s voice. Their fate was sealed. They were men now, especially as their muscles one by one bulged up and swelled. Their bodies getting more and more dense hair. No amount of clothes could cover up their virility.

They must be silenced. There was no way the company could afford negative reviews. A wash came over their minds as the transformation slowed. As fast as it came, it ended. “Ohhhhh,” they moaned softly as their hair fell out of their heads very quickly, leaving them with none left on top and plenty everywhere else. Must be the excess testosterone. They all stood there naked coming to in a trance gently exploring their new bodies with their hands. It seemed normal to them now how hairy they’d become. It didn’t feel like just days ago their dads were dropping them off as kids. It felt normal to them how large, firm, and massive their bodies became.

It felt normal to them now that they were fully grown men. Men that enjoyed the outdoors. Men that were very capable and handy around the house and yard. Men that worked hard for their money and knew how to enjoy life as well.

Months later, they were just grown men like everyone else in society. The big secret was that they were just kids months ago and were now men in their 40s. But nobody talked about it, so the process continued happening for generations of boys looking to be accepted by their fathers.

but…by the time i got home, I felt weird in my body. it felt harder and heavier to walk. i knew i was tired, but even starting the bath was a struggle. it felt like my clothes were restricting me and it was harder to breathe. when i first looked in the mirror, it was so strange. it didn’t look like me. my face was more defined, fuzzier, and my hair was darker. it scared me at first, but then i remembered the kickstarter pill they gave us. omg! it was working! this was exciting now, what would we all look like in the morning?

i started to get undressed for the bath, but I stopped as I looked down at myself. My body was…prickly. hairs growing out everywhere. i thought this was only supposed to happen to men?

i lifted up my arm and watched as hair bushed out so quickly. it was as if being exposed to the air made it grow even faster. it was at this point i knew something was wrong. i was scared and panicked, trying to find a way to stop it.

i tried to put my clothes back on. maybe that would slow the process? but it was like the more i resisted the faster it went. i started shaking, everything hurt. my body hit its growth spurt. growing taller, wider, bulkier. packing on more and more muscle. I was bursting out of my clothes!

I had my dream body. The body i always wanted was looking back at me in the mirror, but it was all moving too fast. “StOP!!” I cried out, my voice cracking. “woah…what was that,” I said to myself in a, low, booming voice.

Terrified, my new man voice screamed out, “NO! MORE! ENOUGH!” as i watched the fine, prickly hairs, that once were there, burst out in thick, coarse hair intertwining over my now massive body. I backed away from the mirror in fear as my face matured. The full beard coming out of my face sealed the deal for me. I was no longer that kid in school. I slipped over the shredded clothes on the floor, and fell backwards into the bath. I looked down at myself in the water. I had no idea who this man was floating in the bath water.

Sitting there, I started to relax. I explored myself in this new adult body of mine. I started to enjoy the beauty of getting older and more mature. I never liked being a kid in school anyway. Acceptance washed over me as I emerged from the bath.

Drying myself off, I looked in the mirror again. Now recognizing the man I’d become. I wondered what would my parents think? What would everyone else in class look like? Do I even need to go back to school? None of these questions mattered to me anymore as I was relieved puberty had come and gone and I could begin my new life now.

but my clothes aren't fitting me anymore, my body just keeps expanding...my body hair getting coarser, harder to remove—it's almost painful to shave. maybe i should see a doctor because i don't know if this is normal.

three months into these changes, and it's a big difference now. but i think i'm used to it. i kinda like it. life is really different for me, the way people treat me. no, i do like it.

he woke up in the middle of night. his flannel pajama top felt uncomfortable and he didn't know why. he looked in the mirror noticing the buttons on his top stretching out. what was going on?

suddenly things start progressing faster. his arms burned and pained him. "help!" he cried out as his dad listened and waited outside the bathroom with a smirk on his face. it was working.

back in the bathroom, his son raised his arm as he heard a pop! his biceps growing and growing, tearing through his shirt. he was confused, scared, and in pain. he wished it would stop.

he started growing taller and wider. everything seemed to be rumbling around him. things moving much faster now. the boy tried to compress his body, hoping maybe that would stop the pain and progression.

as he bent over in his efforts to stop what was happening, he heard another pop! what was that? his back getting wider and stronger tore through his shirt again! in shock, he just stared at himself. he just wished it would end.

he started to feel a bit differently now. more relaxed. his body was supposed to be growing like this. like a real man. yes. his shoulders beefing up and broadening. his chest bulking and expanding. was that the beginning of body hair growing under that shirt?

at last, his body had one final thrust completing his growth. bam! he burst through this shirt decimating whatever was left of it. his big, and now hairy, chest gleaming at him in the mirror.

"woah..." he said quietly with a new, deep voice.

with amazement, he looked at himself. he removed his shirt and admired all the new changes of what he looked like. feeling his new body. he walked out of the bathroom and into a new life.

you didnt feel anything at first, but the pill was getting to work inside.

slowly you start growing ~down there~ as your new member starts joining the ranks of men far superior than you have been in the past.

it was subtle at first, but slowly you feel your feet, hands, and fingers stretching out. a little uncomfortable, but you try to relax and let it happen.

it starts moving faster then. you sprout up...5'9, 5'10,5'11...your clothes paining you as a beginner to outgrow them. your muscles start pumping out wider and wider.

your arms get so big and heavy you don't know what to do with them. "alright that's enough!" you cry out, but it doesn't seem to be slowing down.

you fall to the ground over come with both pain and pleasure. as you do, you notice the prickling of hair growing everywhere. as your legs blow up and out of your pants, thick black hair starts coming through covering any skin. it creeps up your body and out of your stomach.

as your growth slows around 6'4" you start getting a hairy chest as it begins to pop and swirl around your nipple.

the chest hair growth spreads. you wish it would stop. you never wanted it to go this far. you never thought you would get so manly, muscular, and hairy. you wonder what will people think when they see you again? you start to get upset.

just as you start getting upset, your mind starts changing. you begin to feel your new body and enjoy it. actually, this is what you always wanted. light stubble begins showing on your face as your body pumps more testosterone into those muscles.

as one last final stage of growth in your body, your body hair gets denser and thicker as you run your fingers through it and enjoy it.

looking down at your new legs, you're almost unrecognizable to who you used to be. you look like some mutant monkey man...but you love it. it's everything you wanted.

finally, the growth stops. exhausted, you look at yourself. with pleasure, amazement, excitement, and wonder. for all that is to come and the boy you're leaving behind. a new future has arrived.