I had to move fast. If I wanted to make sure I didn’t lose Dorian, it was now or never. So I made the swap.
“William has a large, thickly muscular body.” changed to “Devon has a large, thickly muscled body.” The world flashed, and as it did, something suddenly felt very… right.
I opened my eyes and looked down to see two large orbs of muscle obscuring my view of the rest of my body. My tight tank top was barely visible to me, only seeing the shoulder straps and the seam around my pecs. I could see a large crevasse between my pecs but only the inside of my shirt underneath as it wrapped underneath my chest. I looked toward my arm, where my bicep worked to invade the space my pec occupied, their sheer volume competing with each other for attention. I placed a hand on my stomach and I felt my tank top cling tightly to abdominal muscles that felt like steel. My shorts felt equally tight around my now much larger calves.
This felt right. I wore clothes to show off my body, and now I had a body truly worth showing off.
Wait, I took too long! I quickly turned, looking for Dorian, even heading in the direction I saw him move in last, but no dice… he was gone. No signs or anything to point me in the right direction. I lost him.
Defeated, I headed to the bathroom to check myself out a bit more fully. You could barely recognize the video game character from the crease under my now large pecs, and my arms were large enough to be spilling over the sides of the mirror, out of view. My shorts were also tight as I imagined them to be, only being loose enough to allow free movement. Thinking about Dorian, I felt myself get hard again. I placed my hand on my crotch, hoping to palm my dick a little, only to feel… nothing.
Well not nothing, I felt my balls, but not my cock. I turned to the stall, thinking I could take a peek… but I couldn’t see my crotch over my pecs, so instead I pulled down the waistband and took a picture with my phone. I held the phone to my face, and my fears were confirmed.
William must have owned a micropenis. Emphasis on the past tense, because now he has my larger than average penis while I have this tiny, barely visible nub. I reached down to stroke it with two fingers, but the fingers were larger and I couldn’t grip it well enough for… anything.
I was now made to be the bottom. I could never top again. And that thought made me happy.