There was something about the painting of him as a famed athlete of Ancient Greek that looked interesting. He walked toward it, he urges to touch it becoming overcoming. So, with a shrug, he touched the painting.
All at once, Joel felt a sudden jolt to his dick; it was like a solid poke, which made him stumble back somewhat. His clothing suddenly disintegrated, leaving him naked.
Joel's instinct was to cover himself, until he noticed he had gone fully erect. He blushed, determined not to be seen by Chris like this. Why was he so turn on right now!? Joel was burning up like he had the worst fever, beginning to sweat profusely. His breaths were getting shallow as a whole new feeling came to him.
His cock was fully erect, reaching back to his waist, and Joel almost shouted from how restrained it felt as his modest penis twitched pleasurably as it packed on another two inches, placing him at a generous size. That wasn't all though; as his balls tightened in preparation for climax, he felt something change down there too.
Tingles of pleasure ran through his scrotum and around his asshole. He didn't know what was happening, but he could hardly manage to stand. All he knew was that he wanted this feeling to last forever. He spread his stance, his kind feeling light and dizzy.
His hips buckled forward slightly as a moan escaped his lips. As he moaned, his thighs shook and knees got weak. His body thirsted forward again, and he cursed himself for it. Then again, his body not only burning with heat, but new feelings and instincts.
It was as this moment, in between his reluctant thrusting, his chest began to heat up as the sensation built to new heights. Sweat began to drip down his brow and his breathing became more rapid. His dick began pulsating in ecstasy as his chest bubbled with muscle fizzing into existence. Wave after wave of pure euphoria hit him as the feeling of an endless high overtook him. He panted heavily as his heart beat quickly in his chest.
His hair darkened from its plain, short blond, into darker Mediterranean curls. Through the endless waves of euphoria, he managed to run his hand through his new curls and smiled. He...liked them... Just as quickly as his hair had changed, so did the light hair around his dick. It too darkened and thickened into a mass of hair.
Running his hand down his chest, he watched his skin transition into a rich, godly tan. Another wave of pleasure sent him reeling to the floor, his arms and legs thickening with the muscle of a youthful athlete. His pecs began thick, his arms thickening into ones perfect for throwing a discus, his legs carving into sturdy legs for running marathons. Too lost in the moment, he watched his waist lean down, carving itself a six back fit for a god. He let out a cry now, feeling instincts of an athlete write themselves into his mind. All the moves, all the skills, all the sports and their players.
He was almost screaming now, lost in a haze of a thousand feelings.
His dick erupted with thick streams of milky white cum, the creamy substance shot out of his dick in a solid stream that resembled a powerful lightning strike. His head fell back and his eyes shut tight as powerful spasms ran through him, shaking him to his core.
His body sagged as he panted heavily on the floor, no longer in any pain or discomfort. He groggily sat up, his mind reeling at all that had had transpired. He stopped, looking down in awe at his athletic form. Running his hands down his arms and legs, he felt the strength in them as he flexed them rapidly... He was strong to be sure, with a lean built that contained nothing but muscle. He turned back to the painting to find it was missing, only leaving the frame...
He turned, noticing a pair of white garments, rather like boxers, behind him. He picked it up, deciding it was better to wear something... although he almost felt dispirited about that. ‘At least,’ he thought, I’ll be mostly naked...’