Jeff gave me an odd, puzzled look, then leaned across the bed and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. It was...weird, after getting jerked off, but his lips felt almost as good against my skin as his hands had on my cock. I shook my head, trying to clear away the wave of arousal.
"I'm gonna go make breakfast," Jeff said, standing up, "My treat, since it's your first day and all. Staring tomorrow it'll be your job, of course. Be downstairs in five, 'kay?"
He gave me a quick wink which made my cheeks burn red, and then, in a moment, he was gone, leaving the door cracked open to light up the room.
Having Jeff out of the room felt like coming up for air. The lust and arousal which had been fogging my brain was all but gone, and my dick, which hand't been below half mast since I woke up, was finally completely soft. Not that it mattered much. I gulped, staring at it as it lay across my thigh. Even soft, it was nearly as long as my forearm. What the hell was going on?
Gingerly, I stood up, wincing as the movement of air against my dick sent a tingle of pleasure up my spine. Fuck, I was so sensitive now. For a moment I just stood there, eyes closed, trying to get my head in order.
Okay, so I'm not in my room. Not in my house, even, as far as I can tell, and Jeff said I just moved in with him. And he's...different. I don't want to call him hot, but that's the only word that comes to mind. Tantalizingly, achingly hot. And I, meanwhile...
I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. Now, standing up, it suddenly dawned on me just how...*big* I was. I felt dizzy for a moment, staring at a floor so much farther below me than I was used to. The shape of my body was different, too. I'd been fit before, but that had been lean muscle, a runner's build with only the slightest impression of abs. Now, I looked like a greek god. My pecs jutted out so that they nearly obscured my view, round and smooth with large, dark nipples and, to my confusion, not a speck of chest hair. The rest of my body was smooth too, with warm, sun kissed skin that looked like something out of a swimwear magazine. My arms, my legs, especially my abs all of them were cut to perfection, with large, languid muscles. My feet were huge too, almost oversized compared to the rest of my already massive body, and I twisted to look over my shoulder yeah, my glutes had changed as well. I'd always had a nice ass, or at least girls said I did, but what I had now looked like some photoshopped gay pornstar.
I felt like I should be crying, or screaming, or panicking in some way, but my head was filled with a strange sense of calm, of rightness even. Part of me felt scared and humiliated, with my own still warm cum dripping from my chiseled, foreign six pack, but the emotion felt distant. Almost like it wasn't really mine.
Suddenly, without warning, I felt a sudden stab of guilt in the back of my head. Fuck, Jeff had told me to go downstairs. Had it been five minutes? Was I too late? Would he be disappointed? I wonder if he'll reward me if I come down early, or if I
What. The. Fuck. Where had those thoughts come from? I could still feel the franticness, the thrill of pleasure at the idea of pleasing the nerd. Who the hell was getting in my head?
I grit my teeth. I wasn't going to go downstairs, then. If he was going to order me around, then...then I wasn't going to obey! That would show him. So what if he's upset? What's he going to do, make me? Ha, I bet he'd love that. He'd lay me over his knee and spank me, or handcuff me to the bed until I begged for
Shit. There it was again. No matter what I did, the thoughts would creep back in. I was screwed either way. Helpless, I took a breath, and made my choice.