Steve froze. He couldn't be late for work again--his boss had just given him a final warning. But he could
hardly leave the house looking like this either. He glanced into the mirror, and couldn't believe what was
staring back at him. He was a mountain of muscle: his thighs tree trunks, his chest wildly thick and broad, his
arms suspended at a bizarre angle from his torso because the pressure exerted by his lats against his huge
biceps and triceps. Between his top and bottom halves, a freakishly thin waist--it couldn't be more than 28 in.,
he estimated--from which blossomed a scrotum the size of a beanbag chair and a dick that towered in front of
him, nearly a foot in diameter, veiny and flushed a deep purple, its head hovering just in front of his actual
head.
Steve moaned, half with pleasure and half with fear. If Ty was right, he could just leave the house and go to
work, but if he was lying, and this was all part of his torture, he could get arrested or worse! Steve finally
relented and waddled out the door, having to hunch over to squeeze his massive frame through. He walked down the
block to the bus stop, then squeezed himself into the crowded bus. As Ty promised, no one batted an eye at his
naked, massive state--but as Steve felt the other passengers crowd around him, rubbing against his skin, his
dick...without warning, he was hit with a wave of pleasure and felt the cum spurt uncontrollably from his dick
and all over the bus. He bellowed like a bull--this had to be his most powerful orgasm ever. After about a
minute, he finally came to his sense, breathing heavily, watching the other passengers wiping cum from
themselves without comment.
Steve was never more relieved to step out of the bus and into his office.