You couldn't fall asleep. The words of 'your son' had really gotten to you. What if he was right? What if things would feel better if you really tried to accept that you were now Steve, 40 years old and married to Catherine which you had 4 kids with? No way he could be right. It was one thing that he was so damn eager to be 'David'. He clearly liked being young again. He clearly liked the idea of starting a new life and trying to get with girls. He got to be young, skinny and a new life ahead of him. You got to be older, fatter and hairier. Sure, you weren't a complete mess. Probably 'only' 30% body fat. But still.... fat. Fat enough to have a big gut and a little bit of man boob. Your situations wasn't remotely similar. But still, it kept nagging at you.
You decided to go to the bathroom. Your business was the mirror. You got undressed and stood there for probably 20 minutes staring at yourself. Staring at your body. As you did that, you kept telling yourself you were Steve. That the man in the mirror was you. You couldn't help but feel a little bit less angsty. Was 'David' right? You now started to look downwards. At your penis. You hated to admit it, but you were horny. You really wanted to get some release. You grabbed your member and pumped it. All the while you looked at the man in the mirror. "That's me, That's my cock" you told yourself. You pumped it some more. You were now fully erect. You looked yourself in the mirror. "That's me, That's my fat cock" you were now repeating to yourself. Just like the first night and first morning you were getting surprisingly comfortable with this part of it. You kept looking into the mirror while you masturbated. You were actually enjoying it. You kept going for a while more and erupted. The hot jizz oozing out of your thick member. There was definitely one upside to being Steve. That was the fat rod you were sporting. Focusing on the positives might be good you figured, as you looked at yourself in the mirror. "That's me! That's my body! That's my fat cock!" You repeated a few more times. Really thinking about the body you were in as yours had actually worked to some extend. You felt far less weird masturbating this time when you really thought about the penis as yours. You cleaned up the mess you made and went back into bed.