A nice shower after a long day at school and a late night workout were gonna be just what the doctor ordered. Drake had been feeling weird ever since he got home - he didn't know what was going on, but he figured some alone time in a nice shower would fix him right up. His muscles it seemed were even more swollen than they were at the gym, and made his shirt and shorts remarkably awkward. But very rewarding when he went up to the shower room and took it all off - letting him see his body.
His eyes scanned himself, and he saw ought that was different. Were those striated muscles there today? Drake cupped his chin and pondered, but decided he was getting caught up worrying over nothing. Or more, getting worried about something that was nothing but good for him. His obliques had been something he'd been worried about, but now? Now they were lookin' fine! As the black teen got the water ready and heated it up, he shivered a little, his skin seeming to respond to this by lightening just a little.
The feeling of water on him was like being bombarded with relief after a day of aches. He let out a moan, trying to keep it quiet so as not to wake anybody up, and for a moment the young man was just left standing there, deeply pleased by the feeling of water cascading down on him. He let it wash into his hair, unaware as it washed the kinks and curls out a bit, rendering his hair a bit straighter and more shiny black.
Drake groaned as he rubbed his muscles under the water, enjoying how it felt like he was just that much more toned and that his size had increased really well. He didn't know that was actually the case, and that this was far from his last growth spurt. It didn't take long for Drake to feel like his body was really feeling nice, and he looked down at his manhood, still dark and throbbing with energy. Drake breathed and wrapped a hand around it even as he showered.
He jerked at his dick as he felt his body release tension from sexual catharsis, a pleased grin showing on his face as he settled into a rhythm with his meat. He just kept jerking and lightly moaning and lightly pistoning his hips and changing - his skin tone shifting another slight tone lighter as he gasped and gripped just slightly tighter as he felt the exhilarating indulgence intensify. Even as he thought he should be trying to get to bed, he figured he could do so after he got off.
"Gotta cum...!" He whispered to himself as he started building up speed, shaking and pressing his back against the shower wall and letting the water flow down on him. He didn't want to fall over from how good this all felt. He just let his muscles quake and tense and unbeknownst to him grow again slightly larger in the quads, hamstrings, and ass. He was gaining the ability to well and truly satisfy his lovers with the amount of thrust force he could muster through his legs, as well as developing an incredible functional strength to use for his squats.
Drake quivered and gasped out some curse words as he felt how good this was for him, not even realizing some of his words chosen were not words he exactly knew himself, more things that slipped out from a consciousness being subject to change. But with how he was right now, there was little chance for him to stop and catch his breath. He was continuously thrusting his hips and, desperately horny, chasing after an orgasm that seemed so close but so far...
...And he then had it. "FFFFFUCK!!" He gasped out and came, sliding down on the wall of the shower and taking a moment to breath and get his bearings. He was feeling tired, but very much satisfied from what had just happened. Nothing quite matched it. Drake breathed and started getting out. But he only just pulled his clothed back on inside out before he headed to his bed. He needed to...to sleep. So Drake didn't even bother to check his mirror at all what with those odd feelings.
Drake just collapsed into bed and fell into a deep slumber. It was like he was surrounded by odd and surreal images as he progressed to REM sleep, perchance to dream.
By the time the next morning came, Drake stirred from his sheets, wrapped about him as if a cocoon. As he emerged from it, he ended up looking in his mirror and seeing what had become of him. His mouth for a moment hanged open...