The
changes weren't always painful, but when they were so severe and the
body shifted so drastically, the pain had to be expected.
Joe
convulsed on the floor, in the middle of his transformation on New
Year's morning. He heard his bones cracking, his skin pulling tight as
he grew to a tall 6 ft 6. His feet expanded, stretching to a large 14.5
and he screamed, muscles twisting and swelling. His voice grew deeper as
a thick, well-trimmed beard filled in on his square jaw. Looking down
at his hands, he saw his fingers expanding, thickening like every part
of him . . . EVERY part of him, his now massive cock throbbing against
his leg as his body convulsed one last time. It was finally over. The
NEW Joe sat up, looking down at his hulking body. He was built like a
lumberjack. Solid muscle under a layer of fat and strong, meaty arms
that had seen more labor in a year than most do in a lifetime.
He
cleared his throat, his voice now MUCH deeper and raspy as he reached
up and stroked his thick beard. He stood, everything around him feeling
strange yet familiar. He found one of his jockstraps lying on the floor
nearby. He slid it on, remembering it was the only thing that kept his
large cock in place. Pulling on a tight white tee, he got a whiff of his
masculine scent, remembering how much women loved the way he smelled
and how it drove men crazy. The thought of both made him hard and he
started to formulate a plan on getting a threeway together for New Years
Day. Nothing like pounding a hot chick while getting rimmed by a pup.
He couldn't help but smile as he pulled on a pair of well worn jeans,
thick socks and a pair of old work boots.
Adjusting
himself one more time, he glanced in the mirror as he popped a cigar in
his mouth. He was a huge, gorgeous man. Every woman's fantasy and every
twink's wet dream. Yeah, this would work, he thought. Now to hit the
town to find the perfect duo to start 2017 out right.
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