Andrew got into the truck, and as he sat down, he was immediately reminded how tight his clothing was becoming. The waistband of his pants was cutting into his gut and sides, with his hairy paunch starting to spill over into his lap. Worse yet, he could feel the seat of his pants getting tighter. Andrew shuddered at the thought the tight, muscular ass that he was so proud of inflating like a balloon, with him powerless to stop it. He had no choice but to undo the button of his pants.
Driving out of the parking lot, Andrew glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was continuing to thin, with the male pattern baldness becoming more pronounced. His mustache, in the meantime, had continued to grow to meet his beard.
Trying tokeep his mind on something else, Andrew turned on the radio to listen to his favorite alternative rock station, but was surprised at how unpleasant and noisy all the songs sounded. "Must be stressed...find something relaxing..."He turned the dial and came across a country station. He used to deride country as "honky-tonk bullshit," but now he couldn't help but enjoy the music that was playing over the radio. He caught even caught himself tapping his toes to the rhythm of the next song, and wondered if his tastes were changing with his body.
As he leaned over to turn up the volume, Andrew couldn't help but notice that his nipples felt slightly ticklish as the fabric of his shirt moved across them.
"What the fuck?"
He stared down at his shirt and saw two small lumps on his chest. "Oh God, no." He needed to check more closely..make sure that it wasn't just due to weight gain... He quickly veered off the road into a gas station, nearly sideswiping a minivan in the process. He hastily buckled his pants and rushed out of the truck, his bare potbelly jiggling as he went into the store and ran up to the counter.Winded from his run, and breathlessly panted that he needed a key to the men's room. The young man behind the counter looked at Andrew's desperate face and chuckled. "Emergency, eh? Here you go, its right around back. Don't mess yourslf, man!"
Inside the privacy of the restroom, Andrew was immediately struck how much older he looked.His face appeared somewhat weathered, and he had lost a lot more hair, leaving a shiny bald dome to reflect the flourescent lightbulb on the ceiling. And were those flecks of gray appearing in his beard and mustache? He looked at his shirt and saw the two prominent lumps stretching his shirt, the nipples clearly outlined by the fabric. Taking a deep breath, pulled up his shirt, and his fears were confirmed. He had grown breasts--small ones, but breasts, nonetheless. They were firm and pointed outward, and weren't like the loose flaps of flesh that hung off of obese men's chests. He'd actually read about it happening to a lot of men as they reached middle age, something to do with a change in hormones. His uncles had them, he recalled, and now, apparently, so did he.
"I've got bitch tits," he whimpered to himself. "I'm hairy as fuck, and I look like I'm forty-five. Dude...what the hell is happening to me?" And, in spite of himself, Andrew felt his cock grow rigid and snake down the leg of his pants.