Using such little strength, Brian managed to stretch the fabrics of his briefs, drooping over a foot out. Brian pondered at his stubble as he looked down and grinned. He felt he might as well be bigger than ever rather strain himself at the gym daily.
Setting himself down at one of the benches, Brain spreads his legs out to let his package out as he closed his eyes and concentrated hard. Feeling the warm changes of his body made Brain sweat and heave. As he imagined his chest rubbing against his jaw, each slab of pectoral muscle started to retain more beef. They began to protrude outwards with nipples hardened and hair lightly coating the surface.
The feeling was splendid as he started to slouch, forcing his arms back behind his head so his pecs nibbled against his chin. His arms thickened in it's width while his armpits gushed a thick bush of hair. He rubbed his biceps against his cheekbones, almost becoming aroused.
His thighs had already squeezed against everything in between. His abdomen became more rock hard and defined. He was already being uplifted by his posterior, retaining roundness and protruding more and more. Brian moved his large hands across his body to feel the sensation. But after lightly grazing over the trail of hair did he pass a thick bush where his palm went straight up.
Having his eyes opened, his shaft had a thickness of a flag pole, complemented by pillow-like balls. The boxer briefs were no longer holding back the length so much the width of his growing meat. Just staring at it made him harder and bigger which made him even more harder and bigger. He had to preserve this moment.
He rose to his feet, hitting the high ceiling on his head, no doubt standing at 9 feet. He looked straight to see his cock head rubbing against the ceiling, no doubt being the same height he is! He made his way to the shower room and turned every wall faucet on. He laid against the wall near one of the shower heads as his whole body became lubricated and wet...