The first thing Andy noticed when he woke up was his bare chest against the cold tile floor of the gym. Chilly, he thought, and groaned, feeling like his muscles were sore as he tried to sit up and remember what had happened to him.
He'd had nightmares, this fucked up shit about guys in the gym and how he'd matured and become sort of hairy muscular jock piece of shit... truly horrifying stuff. Why was he on the gym floor? What had happened? Something about this all just didn't feel right.
As he got up on one knee, he heard himself grunt with the groggy effort of getting up.
He felt his heart almost skip a beat. Andy didn't usually grunt, certainly not a grunt like that. It sounded deep, almost like the noise an animal would make.
He hurried to get up, trying not to panic as he heard himself let out a softer grunt with the other knee and up on his feet, the coldness of the tile floor now being up against his bare feet instead of his chest.
His feet felt... bigger than before. Like they took up more space on the floor and he could feel the cold. What was...
He hurried to stumble over to one of the locker room mirrors. His eyes widened like saucers as he felt like his world had changed completely. "NOOOOO!" he heard himself say loudly, as the sound almost dumped out of his mouth like a moan. So deep. A very scared, animal sound that was kind of like a moan.
"Wake up!" he yelled, hoping this was just a nightmare. It had to be, as this couldn't be really real. The hairy beast in the mirror... he looked like a hairy fucking man or something. This wasn't Andy. His eyes moved wildly, looking at the mirror, down at his own chest with its protruding pecs, covered with fur just like a full-fledged male or something. "Wake up!" he let out in a half-sob, knowing this nightmare would be over soon now that he was starting to cry. It had to be over soon.
Andy's eyes spotted a used jock strap on the floor. For some reason that freaked him out, almost like a flash of recognition, almost like he wasn't dreami.... "Nooooo" he moaned again, hating the deep sound coming out of his larynx, putting his hands up to cover his mouth, freaking at how big they were now as he put them over his full lips and he could even feel stubble on his face where his beard had busted through the previously smooth skin. He put one arm up against the mirror, feeling like he was going to hyperventilate, eyes huge as he saw a man's face looking back at him, and a beefy, jocked-up sort of face at that. He noticed almost absentmindedly that his breath was fogging up the mirror, that even his mouth and tongue were bigger than before, that... it was all so surreal. "Wake up," he whispered to his reflection, almost in a plea. "Wake... up..."