I woke up in the morning, feeling groggy from the hangover, still wearing the same clothes I went to the bar in. Not an unusual feeling, but I did feel a bit heavier than usual. I shrugged to myself and swung my legs off the side of the bed, sitting there for a few minutes while I focused on not barfing from the alcohol the night before. As I did, something black fell into my vision and hung there. I reached up to grab it, and felt a tugging on the top of my head.
“The fuck…?” I whispered to myself as I pulled out my phone and pointed the camera at myself. In the screen, I saw my face with
I headed for my kitchen, which was open to the living room, where Cooper usually slept after a night of drinks. I walked over to him, and shook him gently.
“Wake up, or the blender will do it for you.” He grunted and tossed over, refusing to wake up on his own. I chuckled and walked to the kitchen where I prepared our usual hangover cure in the blender. When I finally switched it on, I saw Cooper jump up off the couch, startled by the loud noise.
“Fuck, dude…” He groaned as he walked toward the table where we usually sat as we drank our cures. He opened his eyes, glanced at me, and his eyes bugged open wide.
“Uh, Devon… did you make a trade last night?”
“Guess so. I kinda like the hair, don’t you?” I patted the curls on top of my head, which I felt spring back up.
“Uh, yeah… the hair’s cool too I guess?”
I looked over at him. “Oh yeah, you spot the side effect?”
Cooper nodded. “Pretty obvious, dude. You mean you haven’t noticed?” I shook my head, and he took out his phone to take a picture of my before I sat down. The picture of me was definitely me, wearing the same clothes, and the new ‘do, as expected, but I immediately noticed the other thing.
My clothes, which I wore baggy anyways, were suddenly a couple sizes bigger. Still baggy, though instead of resting on my stomach, it rested on a pair of pecs that jutted out past my face. Wide shoulders filled out the shirt horizontally in a way aid never filled a shirt before. The sleeves were filled with massive biceps and triceps, and my forearms were muscular and veiny. My jeans flared out a bit more behind me, around a bigger, rounder muscular ass, and the size of my calves were visible too.
“WOAH!” I shouted, and felt excited by the new discovery. I instantly pulled at my shirt and looked inside from my neck hole to see two massive pecs sitting right there on my chest, as promised. I started examining myself all over, flexing for myself at times, other times just enjoying the feeling of massaging my newfound muscular body, my excitement over my new muscles growing… almost abnormally.
Connor cleared his throat. I looked up, and while I was enjoying my new form, he had finished his hangover smoothie.
“Do you want me to leave you be or…” He trailed off.
“Oh, sorry! It’s just so cool!” I pulled my hand out from under my shirt, where I was massaging my pecs to grab my smoothie.
“Why don’t you finish your smoothie, I’m gonna go run to my car and grab my change of clothes… and my spare set for you, big guy. If you’re gonna keep that for a bit, might as well show off.” I nodded, knowing his clothes would offer a very different look than what I usually wore, and he left my apartment for a few minutes, returning with two grocery bags with his clothes in them. He tossed one to me.
“Wear that today, got it? It’s clean, fortunately for you, but at least you’ll be dressed appropriately.” I nodded and headed to my room, dumping out the bag to find a red sleeveless tank with a deep neck cut and a pair of black gym shorts. Connor was by no means a massive muscle machine like I was now, but he kept himself pretty fit, and liked to wear clothes that showed it off. I changed into the outfit quickly, and examined myself. The shorts I could live with, still a little baggy but not terrible, but the shirt was tight on me, stretching around my chest pretty bad. The neckline was deep enough that you could see the cleavage between my pecs, and my arms were almost too big to fit into the armhole. I felt very uncomfortable wearing this, I usually preffered my baggy clothes, but there was something… electric, I guess, about showing off like this too. It made me happy, but in a weird way I’d never felt before. I flexed for myself a bit, enjoying the feeling of the muscle on my body. I tried bouncing my pecs, and found I could do it easy, like I’d been doing it my whole life. I didn’t know what made me try this next, but I brought my hand up and squeezed my pec, releasing a loud, pent-up growl from my chest. I’d never felt ecstasy like that.
I was about to squeeze again when Connor knocked on my door. “You good? It’s been like 15 minutes, doesn’t take that long to change.”
I stammered and replied, “Y-Yeah, all good! I just got the shirt on, it’s pretty tight!” I reached for the door handle but hesitated. As much as I loved showing off, it still felt uncomfortable… so I quickly put a now-oversized hoodie on and zipped it up before opening the door, just to see Connor on the other side, wearing his new clothes and looking at me, disappointed.
“Nuh-uh, lose the hoodie.” I argued my case to him, but it fell on deaf ears.
“How about this, you take my feelings about showing off from me, but just for the day, okay? I’m not letting you hide in that hoodie.”
“You sure, dude?” Cooper nodded, and I made the swap.
‘I am comfortable wearing clothes that show off my body.’
I quickly took off the hoodie, my feelings of self-consciousness fading away. I noticed Cooper began looking uncomfortable in his win clothes, ironically, so I handed him the hoodie, which he quickly put on, and relaxed. It was way oversized for him, he was swimming in it. I bounced my pecs confidently, and then I felt my body buzz. The side effect was kicking in…