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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