A few hours later, Mark awoke. At first, he thought he must have been having a really good day dream, but looking down and seeing a beautiful big piece of meat flopping across his thighs, he knew it was not so.
He got up, took a leak, and looked at himself closely in the mirror. Other than a slight thickening of his unibrow, there was nothing new with his body. But a surging of a familiar sensation drew his eyes down to his chest.
His chest had always been a constant source of embarassment, thin and sunken, with flabby nipples and bare as a stone. But now he felt a pressure, and watched as two firm muscles began to develop there. His chest pushed out, puffed up. His nipples hardened, and a valley formed between his pecs. Mark nearly collapsed from wonder.
He had pecs!
He ran a finger across them, tensed them. They were hard, and broad. It was then he noticed his hands were thickening. Like his chest, they got wider, and leaner. Hot veins and tendons began to show as his fingers lengthened. He was developing man hands.
The feeling appeared in his feet, and he watched in utter disbelief, as his size 9's lengthened, and thickened, into a lean size 13.
The changes were beginning to speed up. He noticed his calf muscles bulged, and fattened, and his knees grew larger and bulkier. His thighs inflated, and he felt his ass harden. His arms bulged new muscle, veins began to appear across the insides of his forearms.
His shoulders broadened, rounded. He looked like he took working out very seriously.
Oddly though, his middriff was the same as it had always been. Thin and pasty. He expected rock hard abs to pop up any minute, but instead his belly pooched out. He put his hands underneath it, feeling it's roundedness. It was not by any means a beer belly, but it was certainly a hot jock-gut.