Owen was excited for the day to come, and he had been for the entire previous day as well. He was currently fitting himself into a tight short sleeved shirt, jeans that used to not be quite so skinny, and a jacket that hugged nicely to his arms...but there did definitely seem to be something unusual going on here. He swore there was something off about himself as he examined himself in the bathroom mirror as he puffed on some cologne and got ready for the date, practicing his smile and some lines he could use.
Sure he looked fine, well, beyond fine, if anything he could see he was looking incredibly well muscled. It was almost like, almost like he'd outright grown bigger over the course of a week and two days. No, that was silly, he thought to himself. But there was definitely something off. His face looked great, having continued on its path of masculinization, demonstrating the chiseled jawline and smooth confident machismo that you might find on the cover of a romance novel.
But Owen could see there was something about his hairline. It looked slightly oh so slightly receded, and while it was abysmal in comparison to the damages done to some other men, Owen was vain enough to take it as an affront to his dignity nonetheless. Would he need to start using product to make his hairline recover? At the age of 21? Indeed, even as he now tipped the scales at 275 lbs of tight, toned and huge muscle mass at the age of 31 physically, Owen still considered himself a 21 year old man at the start of his journey.
He took out his phone and took a picture of himself standing there in front of his mirror to Dunc. He always knew Duncan had an eye for these kinds of things. A conspicuously good eye, but a valuable one, [Hey man, its O. What do you think? Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?]
It took a moment for the reply to come in, {Dude, you look fine. Nothing to worry about. Man you look jacked these days tho. You're filling in those shirts and jeans like HOT DAMN!}
Owen chuckled and responded, feeling at least for now reassured he was still the paragon of youthful handsomeness he considered himself, [Thanks, man, I got worried for a minute I might be seeing my hairline go!]
{What, you? No way man! You'll look good all the way into your fifties!}
While Owen didn't realize the prophetic nature of that statement, he just took it as a compliment and decided to think nothing of these oddities he was seeing. He just looked forward to the dinner date with Katie and the surely pleasant night of Netflix and Chill that would follow. He grinned at himself, "You're gonna get laid tonight for sure, Owen. She was all over you at the gym!"
Owen headed out shortly after that self to self pep talk and went ahead to the agreed upon dinner date spot, a fine place called Luna's Spot. It was a very nice place with some surprisingly low prices. Owen was familiar with it and had already been there a few times before, having enjoyed their premium burgers and salads after long workouts.
Finding that he might need to get his car adjusted as he headed out to the dinner date, Owen met Katie out front of Luna's Spot, seeing she was dressed in a very showy dress, basically designed to get Owen nicely revved up in advance of the night's activities. He bit his lip a moment and grinned, already feeling his body kicking in and supplying him with a steady, strong twinge of excitement at his groin. And it seemed that Katie liked what she saw.
She welcomed him and seemed to look him over quite a bit, "Owen, I'm so glad we could do this! I'm excited to finally be able to take our personal trainer - client relationship to a new and...scintillating level." She traced a finger on his obvious bicep, and he grinned. Babes loved a man with muscle, and few men had muscle quite like Owen.
"You know it," he said as he led the way into the restaurant, "I'm gonna enjoy giving you a really intense, full body workout tonight. One we'll both get a total burn out of. You ready to carbo load in advance?"
"You know it." She said as the two of them went in.
-----------------
An entire hour and a half later, and Owen was feeling stuffed. Katie hadn't exactly eaten like he did, but then he was enormous and she was trying to cut down and get into a more lithe, athletic shape. Owen felt like his muscles were even more swollen from the raw infusion of carbohydrates and protein, having eaten a full two burgers and a big salad all on his own. And Katie it seemed had been egging him on. Curious it seemed to see how the big bodybuilder ate.
He'd gotten his workout done early in the day so he was of course burning with hunger by the time the food got there. Owen had planned out the meal well in advance, knowing it wouldn't really be good for his diet so he cut some of his other carb intake to minimize the damage.
"So, are we doing this at your place or at mine?" Katie asked as the two of them walked out.
"How about..." Owen said with a smirk, "We head down to my place this time, and then in...mm, maybe a week and a half, we head to your place and do a follow up workout." He knew what they were going to be doing when they got to his place. And it wouldn't involve any fitness weights. But then, some people did say sex was almost like a workout.
"Sounds agreeable." Katie said with an odd knowing smile. She seemed to be calculating something, but Owen couldn't tell what. Ah well, leave it to her to figure out.
Owen got in his car and led the way back to his house, and as the two of them arrived, it did not take very long for Owen to begin unbuttoning his shirt as Katie pressed herself up against him. Feeling his skin, still somewhat youthful and smooth but beginning to take on the rigors and tight, rough qualities of age. She helped him take his jacket off as he got the door open, and then started fully taking off his shirt.
Before long the shirt was tossed on the ground in front of the door, locked behind them, and Katie's dress joined it in short order.
Owen unhooked her bra with ease - he was after all a consummate professional at the art of sleeping with his clientele - and he took readily to sucking on and tonguing her breasts with abandon. Alternating between licking one and feeling the other with his hand. This aptly reduced Katie to moaning and enjoying his tender touch.
Ohh yes, Katie moaned, figuring that Owen was practiced before, and the slight influence from his aging was only making him more of a capable, muscular lothario with progression. She let out a particularly loud moan as she followed him on to the couch, giving him his turn in short order.
Katie seemed somewhat amused when she discovered that Owen quite enjoyed having his nipples teased and licked. "Oh, does the big man have sensitive little nipples?" She ran her finger over one over and over, making Owen gasp and almost kick his leg from the sensation.
"Ahh...ahh yes, yes I do!" Owen said between light little gasps of pleasure, "And if you keep going...ah, I'll cum!"
Katie did not want this to end too soon, and so before long liberated Owen of his pants and boxer shorts, noting it seemed that his manhood had only increased in age. She wondered if he'd aged for today already yet, but these thoughts were obliterated as she felt her own panties being pulled off.
Poised on the couch and ready to be taken, Katie said in a breathy, seductive voice, "Come get me, tiger."
And that was all Owen needed to hear. He employed all of his muscular strength and endurance during a sexual session that saw him moving and athletically enjoying Katie's body, almost as much a workout for him as it was for her. Surely he could get this classed as a kind of cardio, his body riven with sweat as the sexual euphoria washed over him. Owen could not tell how long they fucked, just that he was feeling an unusual and powerful sense of stamina today. His muscles taut and shining with the sweat covering his body, his hair streaked somewhat darker in the moment, Owen could feel it coming.
He'd lasted more than a half an hour longer than he usually did. And that was something to be proud of.
Usually he needed to employ his youthful ability to get back up after an orgasm or two (or three) to make sure the sex was satisfying, but not today. He was spending as much time as he usually did with several orgasms chasing after just one. And he could tell Katie was enjoying this. She was almost hoarse from how long she'd been screaming in pleasure. Owen plunged in deep, and felt his orgasm at long last wash over him. He could feel her legs around his back as he came and came.
Owen almost fell backward out of her once it was done once, and he wiped off his forehead, "Geez, that...that was something else."
"Can I crash here tonight, big guy? And maybe...do that again?" She asked, seeming similarly affected as he was.
"Sure thing, and...just lemme go towel off. Fuck, I might've created a monster!" Owen said with a chuckle as he went and grabbed a towel to dry himself off of the sweat. He felt great, and he looked forward to continuing this relationship going forward. Seemed Owen had a new favorite client!