As they drove, the pair introduced themselves, then talked. About nothing in particular for the most part. They discussed the show, of course, although in the end, they agreed to disagree, seeing as how Nathan loved opera and Mitch most certainly did not. Nonetheless, Mitch felt more and more comfortable with Nathan, and Nathan felt the same about Mitch. In fact, Nathan was developing a deeper and deeper crush on Mitch Zanden, loving the hunky young man's personality and body.
"He's perfect," Nathan thought to himself, "I just wish his muscles were bigger! Then he'd be truly perfect!"
Mitch shifted in his seat as a strange sensation came over him. His muscles became leaden, aching, as if he'd performed an epically brutal workout. He grimaced, and Nathan noticed.
"Are you okay?" Nathan asked, concerned.
"Just... just sore, or something," Mitch replied, confused that such pain could come on so suddenly. And across his entire body, no less. He winced again.
Worried, Nathan pulled over to the side of the road and parked, and then turned to Mitch. His eyes widened as he saw Mitch taking deep, racking breaths, his voice sounding harsh. With every breath, Mitch expanded, his body getting slightly bigger, his muscles harder and more pronounced. The desperation in his breaths diminishing as his body became stronger, more capable. His clothes were getting tight, and the seat belt was becoming quite restrictive around Mitch's growing chest. Grunting in confusion, Mitch undid his seat belt, taking a big sigh of relief. As he did, the seams of his shirt began to split, forced apart by the growing mass of his muscles. Buttons flew off left and right, and Mitch's slacks became so strained that every contour of his increasingly-muscular legs became visible.
"Whaaat's... going on...?" Mitch growled, squirming in his seat, finally gripping his shirt and pulling more of it open, revealing the deep cleft between his newly-thick pecs, the incredible definition of his newly-bulging abs.
Nathan could only gape in awe.
Mitch's impromptu strip-tease continued, as he pulled off the rest of his wrecked shirt. Revealing his brutally-wide back, his powerful shoulders, his thick, bulging arms.
The already-swollen bulge in Nathan's pants grew alarmingly as he beheld the god that was growing in the seat next to him.
Mitch breathed in deeply, which made the huge slabs of beef on his chest rise and fall that much more dramatically. Nathan's eyes widened with wonder, and his big dick hummed in his pants.
"I don't know what the fuck is going on..." Mitch growled, as his slacks began to tear open "...but I kinda like it..."