It happened about a week ago. I woke up in a strange bed ina room I didn’t recognize. I felt heavier, almost as if I’d gained a thick layer of fat and muscle overnight. It seemed ridiculous, but once I started to explore my body, I realized that something was very wrong. I had a small layer of fuzz and my hands were larger and stranger than before. I moved them over my belly and up to my nipples. They were incredibly sensitive, and I felt my entire body tense up as I twirled them beneath thick fingertips. I moaned, my voice sounding much deeper and masculine than I remembered, but that’s the strange thing … I didn’t remember. I didn’t know who I was or who I had been, but knew this body didn’t belong to me. THIS was not me, but I somehow knew what it liked as I continued to rub my small pink nipples, my dick growing stiffer by the second. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it, blood flowing into it as it became thicker and harder … my hand drifted down to my crotch and I found a thick, engorged dick that I couldn’t resist. Why was I so hungry to touch this body? Why was I so tuned into to something I didn’t even know?
Unable to resist any longer, I sat up in bed and saw my long, meaty legs. So thick and strong. It wasn’t a swimmer’s body and didn’t look or feel young, but damn it turned me on.Curious, I reached up and felt my face for the first time. I had a mustache and that alone made my new dick twitch again. I’d never had a mustache before … or at least I didn’t think I had.
Clearing my throat, I found a doorway to a bathroom off the bedroom and stepped inside, searching for the light switch on the paneled walls. I flicked it on, light flooding the small bathroom as I glanced up and saw my reflection for the first time.