You are inwardly thankful that you live on your own and can parade around however you see fit without anyone asking any questions. You’re also lucky that it’s Sunday and Monday was a public holiday so you didn't really have to worry about work, at least for now. You could hardly go to work looking like this – no one gains so much muscle and goes bald overnight; you would have raised too much suspicion at work.
You feel too pumped up and restless after your remarkable transformation to do much else than gaze at your reflection and test out your new frame for the rest of the day. As you inspect further your altered shape you notice that even your face looks subtly different framed by your larger neck muscles; your jaw actually seems sharper.
You decide to test out your newly acquired beef. You drop to the floor and start doing push ups. You blaze through your personal best number of reps without even breaking a sweat. You soon realise that all that beef wasn’t just for show. After a while you get bored, rather than tired, of doing push ups and you walk back to the mirror.
You gaze at your reflection. Your musculature now looks even more pumped, with your chest still heaving from the recent exertion. You strike a double biceps pose, admiring how your guns ball up.
Just then you feel your stomach growling as an insatiable sensation of hunger overwhelms you. You find yourself pulling at your slightly protruding hard gut as you try to steady yourself. You didn’t remember ever feeling this hungry; your new appetite must go with the territory you reckon. All that beef must require more fuel than your scrawny frame ever did.
You start making your way to the kitchen and find that your gait is once again constricted to a waddle. You look down at yourself beyond your shelf-like pectorals and realise that you’re still wearing your now tight exercise shorts. You tug at the offending shorts and wiggle it off your meatier thighs. It falls beyond your knees and is obstructed from reaching the floor by your overdeveloped calves. You lean forward, tugging the shorts completely off your legs and throwing it to the ground.
Another pang of hunger overwhelms you and you realise the urgency of filling your new bottomless pit. You start swaying your bulk again in the direction of the kitchen. Your meaty thighs are a bit freer now but are still rubbing on each other in your now too small boxers. Your tight thighs will have to wait though – you’re finding you can’t think clearly on an empty stomach.
As you quicken your pace you became aware of an unusual sensation of coolness on the top of your head. You sway your brawny arms and touch your head with your sturdy hands and blunt fingers. Much to your chagrin you soon realise that what you were experiencing was the breeze against your now nearly completely bald scalp. This will take some getting used to…
You eventually reach the kitchen, hitting your flanks against the counters as you are unaccustomed at accommodating for your new wider proportions. You pull open the fridge door, nearly unhinging it – you clearly still hadn’t learned how to control your new strength yet.
You rummage the fridge looking for leftovers and find a plate of cold pasta. You warm it in the microwave leaning your considerable frame against the kitchen counter as you wait for the dish to warm up. The microwave pings and famished you grab your hot plate and sit down, the chair groaning under your heftier frame. You scoff the pasta with remarkable speed, belching as soon as you were done. Your hunger pangs seem to settle afterwards; you’re satiated at least for now. You feel your abs and appreciate how they seemed to have sagged a bit further out after your meal.
Jeez this transformation was turning out to be far more complicated than you had ever anticipated it would be! You look down incredulously at your much bulkier proportions and realise that none of your clothes will actually fit you properly now; you were far too big. Then you remember that your chubby friend Paul had left a change of clothes at your place for when he spends the night.
You stomp towards your closet and fish out Paul’s spare outfit. You find an XL plain black T-shirt, an XL shorts and an oversize plain dark grey boxers. It was too plain for your liking and certainly nothing that you would usually wear but in the current circumstances they will have to do.
You step in front of your bedroom’s full length mirror and tug at your skin-tight boxers. Your underwear had just barely survived your transformation. You wiggle it down your meatier thighs and overly developed calves and step out of it, casting it aside.
Your naked reflection stares at you in the mirror. It wasn’t a reflection you were used to seeing. Your V-shaped torso and bulky arms gave you an intimidating look whilst your towering thighs provided a sturdy base for your brawny frame. You note with a certain annoyance that your average-sized manhood is now looking far less impressive against the backdrop of your now much larger frame. Your retreating hairline is also making you look older than your years.
You grab the plain dark grey boxers and slip it up tour legs and thighs. The pair fits snugly around your meaty buttocks and thighs. You pull up the black shorts which likewise hug your bulkier contours, but in a much more flattering way than they would ever have on your friend Paul. You put on the T-shirt and as your head emerges from the neck hole you notice with pride how the shirt was stretched across your broad chest but hung quite loosely over your much slimmer waist. When Paul had last worn the top the opposite was the case, as the shirt was tight around his flabbier middle.
You examined your clothed reflection admiring how you look like a pro about to set foot in the gym. Pity about your balding scalp you reckon. Than you recall that you had a black cap that would complete your ensemble whilst hiding your thinning scalp. You rummage again your closet and emerge with your prize, slipping it on top of your head with the bill turned back.
You move back in front of the mirror and smile at the young meathead jock in full gear which is smiling back at you in the mirror. Enthralled with your own beefy reflection you ponder what to do next.