Minho’s attention was directed back to his body as the feeling intensified. A wave of astonishment and excitement swept over Minho as the undeniable growth in his pecs and nipples unfolded before his eyes. The once-subtle tingling had transformed into an unmistakable transformation that he was in immense shock over. His gaze fixated on his expanding pecs, stretching the fabric of his white V-neck to its limits.
‘Dude, what the fuck?’ He muttered under his breath. He knew the growth happening right at this moment couldn’t be from just any workout or protein shake. It was a remarkable transformation he was blessed with.
Continuing to look, his chest, once defined by modestly sized pecs, began to swell with newfound power. With each breath, his pecs surged outward, sending a wave of pleasure across it and through his body. The fabric of his white V-neck was truly straining against the sheer force of his growing muscles, the shirt nearly ripping at the seams. The once perfectly fitted and comfortable shirt now clung tightly to his burgeoning chest, accentuating every ridge and contour that emerged.
Minho's breath hitched in his throat as his nipples, once small and inconspicuous, underwent a remarkable transformation. They thickened and protruded, becoming more prominent with every passing moment. His gaze fixated on these newfound features, unable to tear away from the awe-inspiring changes occurring before his very eyes. A new sensation of pleasure went through his body as with every second they grew larger and more sensitive. Minho was one to know the pleasurable spots of his body yet his nipples were never one of them.
The thrill of the moment surged through his veins, mingling with his inherent narcissism. Minho began to embrace the transformation, his eyes alight with a mixture of surprise and self-admiration. Each touch of his fingers against his sensitive nipples sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, igniting a fire within him.
Undeterred by the unexpected changes, Minho’s confidence soared to new heights. The growth only served to amplify his already captivating body. Within the moments of pleasure, he caught his reflection in the taxi's rearview mirror, marvelling at the transformation taking place within the confines of the vehicle. He could see the two mounds of pecs spilling over his v-neck, which stretched so tight that it became near see through. His dark nipples poked through the now thin shirt, which allowed his fingers to run over them with his new sensitivity. The taxi driver remained unbothered, focused on driving, as Minho stifled his moans as he caressed his sensitive nipples with his fingers. He never knew he could have so much pleasure from a subtle touch.
‘Fuck, I’m getting so fucking hot right now I could cum just looking at myself,’ he moaned, wishing his growth to continue.
And it did, the continued growth of Minho’s pecs and nipples bringing an overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through his body. Every touch, every brush of his fingers against his sensitive flesh, sent ripples of ecstasy cascading through his being. The expanding contours of his chest invited exploration, enticing him to revel in the sensations that washed over him. His hands made his way underneath his shirt, feeling the further protruding pecs and new sensations his growth brought.
Underneath Minho’s shirt, his fingers brushed across his engorged nipples, their heightened sensitivity sending shivers of delight down his spine. His breath quickened as he succumbed to the intoxicating pleasure that pulsed within him. Minho’s reflection in the taxi's rearview mirror was like he was looking at someone else, his eyes fixated on the mesmerizing display of his evolving physique.
The fabric of his strained white V-neck provided a tantalizing friction against his growing pecs, enhancing the sensory experience. Minho reveled in the sensation, fully immersed in the symphony of pleasure that echoed throughout his body. His heart raced, his skin flushed with a heated glow, and a satisfied smile played upon his lips as he surrendered to the intoxicating delight that his own touch bestowed upon him. The unquenchable desire to explore, to revel in his own physicality, consumed him. In that confined space, he surrendered to the captivating allure of his body, a true narcissist in the throes of his own self-admiration. He was in such great amounts of pleasure he nearly forgot he was in the taxi, but this was barely in his mind as he continued to feel the new body he was getting.