The next morning, Ben awoke and wandered into the main room to find a strange scene.
Both Mark and Darrren's beds were closer together than they had been last night, almost next to one another in fact, and weirder,
Darren's hand was in Mark's, both the boys' arms spanning the short distance between the beds.
'Weird.' Ben thought and shook his head blearily, then continued to the bathroom to shower and get ready for class. Being 21 didn't
mean anything if your term papers were late.
As he neared the bathroom door wiping the odd image of his two straight room-mates out of his head, he remembered the great buzz
he'd had while laying in bed last night. He'd wished that Darren understood how he felt. It was a big thing to come out. He just wanted
to know that Darren wasn't just saying whatever, he had wished that his friend knew what it was like to be gay.
'Stupid.' He thought to himself. Why waste my time wishing things like that, he is who he is and I'm lucky he still wants to be friends. 'It's
like me wishing for better muscles ...' he thought.
He looked at his body in the mirror. It wasn't bad by any means, he was a jock, fit and strapping, tall and handsome looking, but he'd
only become a jock in the last few years, once he'd started university. Before then he'd been wiry and 'strapping' was the last word
anyone would have used to describe him. Now though, he was taller, built like a proper athlete - almost - and a pretty good catch, if he
did say so himself. Countless hours in the gym, pool, on the field and years of eating right and training hard had sculpted this body for
him.
He ran his hand over his smooth chest, over the abs and up onto his slab-like pecs. 'It's be good to break 90kg though...' he imagined,
looking at his reflection. Then laughed at himself and turned for the shower. 'How egocentric'.
Out loud he then added, "I wish I was 100 kilos, not 88, sure. But I'm gonna have to work for that. Might as well wish I was 24 so I don't
have to put in the work though."
The hot water hissed on as he turned the knobs, and soon he was standing under the warmth of the water flowing over him, he closed
his eyes and lathered up the soap, imagining the scene he'd caught out in the main room was actually what he imagined it was, that his
two straight roomies actually liked each other.
As he did he smiled, and his cock began to get a bit harder. He stepped out of the water for a second, eyes still closed, and soaped
himself up. He'd be sweaty again after tonight's workout, but for now it would be nice to be clean.
His hand rubbed over his arms, which in the heat of the shower seemed to feel thicker somehow. His shoulders were next, and they too
felt different.
His heart was beating a little quicker as his cock raised itself to half-mast, getting thicker, he could feel it as his hands reached his chest
and he began lathering his pecs.
'Whoa!' he thought, as his hands ran over something strange.
He couldn't open his eyes as there was soap all over his face, but it felt like his chest was dirty or ... or hairier.
He moved his hands back across them. Not only did they feel like they had a light dusting of hair, but they felt fuller somehow, thicker
than before.
'What is going ...' he said inwardly, before noticing that his cock had begun slapping him in the stomach.
Hard as a rock, as he left his chest and hands roamed downward toward his aching member he noticed something else about it. His
hands reached it before he thought they would.
Odd, but not unpleasant, perhaps the heat of the shower was messing with his head. He wrapped a hand around the shaft, which
immediately felt incredible. Pleasure surged through his fit, soaped up body and he rolled his head back in pleasure, letting a moan out
as he slid the hand up the shaft to his head. His cock was longer. Much longer, about an inch if his hand was anything to go by, and it
felt incredible. With that hand stroking he lifted his other hand and caressed his pecs again. Once more he found that they felt different.
Bigger. He was starting to feel different all over, in fact. Heavier or thicker. His hand slid to his shoulders, his opposite upperarm, and
the bicep and tricep bulged in ways they hadn't before, meatier and powerful feeling.
His cock was straining from his crotch, pulsing and getting a mean workout from Ben's hand which was gripping hard and grinding up
and down, the shaft feeling slightly longer even now and the head so sensitive, the pleasure was driving him wild.
Back to his chest, the hairiness seemed to have increased more, and his fingers ran through a short, fine but thickening coating of fur.
His moans became slightly louder as he continued to beat off, and soon enough he stepped under the water to rinse the soap, but his
hands continued exploring his changing body.
Heavier he felt still, muscles seeming larger to his touch than they had ever been, his cock now rubbing against the hairs on his
stomach and adding to the pleasure.
The hand rubbing his pecs now moved downward to join in, along the pectorals, town their larger, angular bottom edges to his abs. Or
at least, to where his abs should have been. With some slight concern he noted that his stomach didn't feel as tight as it should have,
not like it had last night. The ripped ridges of his eight pack seemed to be softer now, he had to press his fingers in to reach the muscle
beneath, but the muscle felt incredible.
Again he was struck by the feeling of hair, and in the pleasure, and ignoring the new softness of his midsection, he put his second hand
under the one already working his thickening cock and started massaging his balls. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt that his balls, too,
had grown larger.
What had been the size of big olives yesterday were now bigger than cumquats.
He was close to cumming when he leant back against the wall, hot water streaming down onto him and his hands working his newly
enlarged equipment, and he noticed that he hit with more impact than before, his wish changing him still and bulk still adding to his
already beefy, jock frame.
Finally and with explosive force, he came, sending streams of cum shooting across the shower to his the glass with an audible thump,
before he collapsed from exhaustion under the flowing water and recovered with heavy breaths.
A few minutes later he opened his eyes, and without noting his changed form yet, cleaned up the shower, stepped out and began to dry
himself off. When the steam began to clear from the mirror he was finally able to see what had actually happened to him.
Gone was the boyishly fit physique that had given him the appearance of a swimmer and weight-enthusiast. Now he looked like a real
man.
He had grown, not just in muscularity, but height as well by the looks of it. He looked older, that was for sure, but it only added to his
incredible attractiveness. His jaw was stronger, more pronounced, and his face was covered in thick stubble. His muscles bulged from
everywhere, upgrading him from swimmer to heavyweight wrestler. And as he began to run his hands over himself, exploring the new
size, other things became apparent. His adam's apple was larger, his chest covered in a substantial coating of light brown / blond hair,
which spread down in a snail trail to his now enlarged cock, which hung lower and thicker than it had yesterday. He had bloomed into a
hunky mid twenties, and then he noticed that it had come with perks.
His legs were thicker also, the calves bulging in thick diamonds and thighs almost pressing against each other, and both legs were
hairier than ever. His feet were almost two sizes bigger as well. This he didn't mind, but turning to the side he noticed that in the few
years he'd aged, he must have been not just a jock, but a beer-swilling jock. His abs, which he had always prized and loved, were now
covered by a small smooth beer gut. It wasn't overly big. In fact it kind of suited him and his now more husky-fied look.
The more he looked at it though, the more he seemed to like it, and soon his cock was rising to attention again. Looking himself over he
was pleased, and pretty turned on, by what he saw.
His hands went to his member once again, now rock hard and throbbing.
That's when Ben noticed that the door was open behind him, and Darren was standing there, rubbing his eyes and staring in disbelief at
the muscled hunk standing in front of him.