As I looked at the page where the text I had written became fact, the page seemed to get farther away. I leaned over to try and look at it again, before realizing it wasn’t getting further from me, I was getting further away from it! I stood up from my chair to get a better sense of the changes my body was going through, and watched as the carpet and furniture got further away. I finally stopped growing as I reached around 7’2”, taller than the door to my room. I looked down and saw my clothes had not grown with me - my shirt was only covering half my stomach, and the bottom of my shorts were now closer to my waist than my knees.
I then began to feel a wave of warmth throughout my body as my vision looking down began to become blocked by my shirt - or rather, the muscle underneath the shirt. My shirt strained before it tore into pieces, letting loose two massive pecs that were the size of a melon each. My arms ballooned out, turning from twigs to massive, perfectly defined arms that could only belong to a power lifter. I could feel my stomach tone and form as thick cobblestones developed. I felt my stomach with my hands and even without flexing, my abs had strong definition. I had to adjust my stance as my shorts clung even tighter to my growing legs, thick tree trunks of muscular power. I felt my glutes grow out behind me, forming massive peaks around my asshole. My feet grew out as well, doubling in size and I could feel the strength increase even there. Eventually as I turned to the mirror, my shorts gave out and shredded, leaving me a naked massive muscular man looking in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked a bit strange, suddenly this massive hulk of a man.
I began to feel the tingle once more, with the back of my arms and legs growing hair that was once clean shaven. My chest few a few tufts, enough to call it good chest hair but nowhere near enough to cover the massive slabs of muscle beneath. A thick masculine beard grew on my face and a thick bush of hair surrounded my still enlarged cock.
After examining my new body hair, I felt one final tingle in my crotch. My dick began to shrink - not by much, down to just 7.2”, but it made me feel deeply emasculated. At the same time, however, I began to feel powerful and strong, with a newfound confidence in my appearance and a sudden joy about working out and getting swole - and incredible urge to work out as much as possible, to keep my massive frame.
Clothes began to reform on my body, a tight red compression shirt encasing my beautiful and impressive physique and black sweatpants that barely hid the large and powerful legs underneath, but I could feel it tight around my thick ass. My bedroom morphed around me, my computer becoming a set of free weights, the lightest of which were 50 lbs. My bed grew in size to fit my increased mass, and the clothes in my closet grew and adjusted to the new me.
I felt amazing, near perfect, even. There was just one thing missing. I closed my eyes, and imagined a short, skinny, big-dicked twink thrusting his massive endowment into my huge ass, or taking it deep down my throat - allowing him to use my body as a personal jungle gym, using it to please himself in any way he saw fit. Thinking of how he could boss me around, and how happy I’d be to do as he pleases. How perfect my life would be to be absolutely submissive to one of those cute - but impressively dominating - twinks.