"Comparatively to heterosexuals, and always according to the sexuality factor, homosexuals are more muscular. In fact, purely gay men on average have 2.5x the muscle mass of their purely straight counterparts. This is a naturally occurring phenomenon and gay men do not require working out to maintain a heavily muscled physique.” I thought about the sheer size some gay men would now be, and decided to add a little more about clothing. “While not all gay men participate in this, it is accepted for gay men to always be shirtless. Gay men also are legally protected in this way and do not have to wear a shirt at all ever if they do not want to, and this is extended to bisexual men as well. Revealing clothes, such as mesh shirts, crop tops, and some lower body garments such as daisy dukes and bike shorts are also treated the same. Some gay men no longer even own shirts, choosing to forgo shirts entirely. Gay men who continue to wear shirts commonly choose to wear shirts that emphasize or show off their large muscles, and all gay men commonly wear pants or shorts that show off or emphasize their large glutes and packages. Straight men are still legally required to wear shirts, and if a straight man is without a shirt in public, even in a usually permitted space like a beach, they tend to be ridiculed.” I put my pen down and pushed myself back from the book, anticipating my changes as the writing changed into typed word on the page.
I felt my shirt begin to feel tighter as my chest began to push outwards until my shirt eventually began to rip down the middle, exposing two increasingly large mounds of muscle. I felt my arms push away from my body as well, as my biceps engorged and took up more space. My sleeves strained against the growth until they also began to tear off, turning my shirt into a plastered-on sleeveless vest. Even my shoulder muscles became overly pronounced and caused my tattered shirt to lift, no longer covering down to my waist.
I felt my stomach tighten and though I couldn’t see them, as I ran my hand over my stomach I could feel the hard ridges of abs forming, with the oblique muscles tightening and becoming visible as well. My waist slimmed as my body was now in a bodybuilder’s V-shape. My stance widened as my thighs began to compete for space, crushing my balls between them.
I felt the growth come to a crawl before finally stopping. As soon as it did, my shirt began to shift on my body. I was expecting it to become a tank top as the sleeves remained removed, but the hemline slowly reversed upwards, revealing my abs for the world to see. It eventually stopped just below the orbs I would call my pecs, becoming a crop top, tightly wrapped around my chest.
I felt incredibly confident in my body and, after putting on some athletic shorts that outlined my massive cock and ass nicely, I decided to head out to see the changes to the world at large for myself.