Ryan wondered if it was just a joke played by one of the other guys as he returned upstairs to what he assumed was the kitchen. It was modern, oddly enough. Much more recent than the rest of the house.
His stomach growled; he was hungry. Very hungry actually. He went to the fridge, pulled out a plate of leftover chicken and devoured it, before tucking into bits and pieces all over the well-stocked fridge. Pies, cakes, hams, anything that was edible without any preparation. He still felt hungry though, even as he ate. After about ten minutes of eating ravenously he stopped, breathless, food on his hands. Licking his fingers he looked at himself; he felt strange. His green shirt felt tighter than it had, his impressive pecs strained more against the material outlining the shape of his nipples. He wiped his hands on his jeans, wondering if his shirt had shrunk in the wash. He didn't notice his slightly beefier biceps.
He didn't feel hungry anymore, just slightly buzzed. He left the modern kitchen and went up the stairs to find a bathroom - he needed to pee quite badly. The bathroom was also modern, oddly enough. Ryan caught a look at himself in the mirror and gave a start. He looked similar to he usually did, but somehow more handsome. His usually clean-shaven face showed a five o'clock shadow, brown in colour. In fact, his hair was darker than it had been! He looked in bewilderment, lifting a hand to touch it. Ryan then saw that his hands looked larger than before, his heart skipping a beat as he looked at the rest of his body.
His shirt looked even tighter, and his arms even more pumped. It was actually a little too short for him. Ryan removed his too-tight shoes, letting his feet free to grow. [i]Grow![/i] What a turn on. He lifted his shirt, looking at a defined six pack accompanied by a thick treasure trail. His jeans felt too tight, far too tight. Ryan tugged them from his body as best he could, admiring his taut legs and larger feet. Clad in his boxer shorts and shirt, Ryan felt quite good about himself. But he was still growing.
His arms swelled almost visibly, pushing his sleeves back. His shoulders were getting broad, broad enough to seriously strain the material at either side. His traps were visible, and his thick neck was starting to feel constrained by the collar. However, that was soon resolved when the top button removed itself. The shirt was way too tight at the top and looser at the bottom. Ryan ripped the buttons, but then the entire top was removed. He was stood in his boxer shorts, admiring his larger body. He ran a hand through his chest hair, grinning, then ran a finger down. It reached his bellybutton, ran down the long treasure trail to his boxer shorts...
they had been growing tighter gradually, but at Ryan's touch they really got going. They were already skin tight over his bubble butt and pushed up by his quads that rubbed together, so they really needed to come off. His delicious cock, a good 6 inches flaccid and accompanied by lemon sized balls, began to harden.
He forgot that he had left the door unlocked...