Nat’s thoughts were interrupted as a sudden pulse shot through him, making him feel momentarily lightheaded.
Nat gazed at his refection in the mirror and was shocked to see that it had begun to shift and change before his very eyes! He stared down at his hands, seeing the skin writhe and bubble as though something was trapped within. The effects were not confined there. He could feel that similar bizarre sensation radiating all through his body. His legs, his chest and stomach all felt like the skin was shifting underneath, as though building new layers upon itself in the time it took him to shave.
Nat was definitely getting taller. He had to duck down to see his face in the mirror now, signaling that he'd likely grown close to at least 7 feet. His shirt rode painfully up his chest, his entire stomach now visible as though his shirt had shrunk several sizes too small. He found the tightness uncomfortable and restrictive as he bent downwards, trying to see his reflection in the mirror.
In a matter of mere moments, the shifting died down. Nat was able to clearly see the results of the surge. He had grown even more muscle; his once wiry body now looked like he'd been born with a much beefier frame, one he spent countless hours working to maintain. He flexed his biceps, admiring how firm they felt under his touch.
What the hell is happening to me, he thought.
His body lacked the definition that would normally come from such development. Instead, it seemed as though his entire physique had been altered, allowing for the addition of muscle to appear more naturally against his swollen frame. Part of him doubted his new appearance still bore the familiar shape of humanity.
Nat truly looked like a man out of his wildest fantasies. With a twinge of embarrassment, he found himself starting to grow erect from the sight of himself. He hadn’t ever thought he would be turned on by the male form so fully. He chalked it up to a hormone imbalance and the likely flood of testosterone in his system needed to produce such extreme changes.
His cock had not been spared from the effects, if the bugle poking at his strained pants were any indication. He was so tempted to pull it out, to bring himself to full pleasure at the sight of his muscled male visage.