Derrick slowly sat up as he took in steady breaths, adjusting to the new size felt in this mammoth sized body. He ran his hand over the two mountains that were his muscular pecs, and the valley carved by his dense abs. He stared on at his naked body, not alarmed, but overwhelmed with a growing pride and familiarity.
“I’m so huge!” He cried.
He touched his large Adams apple, still perplexed by the mighty boom in his voice. The masseuse laughed and said “From all that raining you’ve done, tiger.” She gave Derricks large bicep a good squeeze.
“Training...” Derrick could remember new moments unraveling in his mind. Every weekend, he would hit the gym followed by this training with his good old squad. Heck, he was practically a bro with all the jocks who he thought would pay him no mind. Yes, so many sporting and fitness techniques were in his mind now. His room was now lined with meddles from his sporting victories.
“Here, take a look at yourself,” The masseuse said, taking out a hand mirror.
Derrick was shocked by his reflection. It was certainly him, but after a massive does of testosterone and a barrels worth of puberty. There was also his completion, with was glowing with rugged tan and dark features. In fact, he was rich with the Mediterranean features he’d expect a Greek hero to have.
The masseuse then smiled, sniggering at the awe stuck Derrick. “Your life won’t have changed they much. You still have all the same friends, but maybe a little more. Your life is practice the same, with everything you’ve done, barring your sporting skills and a girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Derrick could feel something cumming on, an image of a girl with flowing hair, dark eyes, like a Greek goddess.
“Yes. Your third, well second. You did have that boyfriend too. Your Greek now of course. All par for these things.”
Derrick remembered him. Strong and sturdy, like Derrick now. You remember this new version of Derrick , at the age of 15. You had yet to fully erect into your current mighty build, and get this boy loved you. Of course, things ended. He was too, bullish, Your first love, your remember, was as beautiful as a nymph. Derrick squirmed playfully in his seat, recalling his skill at letting others swoon.
Yes, he smiled, recalling the intwmment moments with all three of his past flings, this was so good. It was an improved version of his previous life, he agreed. All the same, but he was so much more.
Derrick let out a faint moan, images of love and the hot sun beating against his flesh. Sweat, ancient powers and forced flowing through his veins. A another creamy rope kept form his loins and added another layer to his chest.
The Massure was pressing herself against Derrick, grieving madly.
“Go our you tyke. Reality may have changed, but this will be your first evening in this body. Use your new skills, enjoy yourself. Remember! You have a game the first weekend back!”