Chris had been trying to impress me for months. It was starting to get annoying because we were already a couple. For some reason he’d been afraid that I was going to leave him for some bigger guy. However I always liked his cute energetic attitude. He’d always had such a bright smile it was hard not to like him.
However, it didn’t matter how much I told him I loved him, Chris was still worried that I would want to leave him. All I could do is support the current change. It just sucked. I hated watching him struggle to lift the 20 pound weights. His body wasn’t built for working out. But he tried hard. Even if I couldn’t wrap my head around why he wanted to prove this to me so badly; I had to give him credit for trying. His very thin 120 pound body was working itself to the max. That’s why I felt so bad when nothing seemed to be working. Despite working out consistently and at an intense pace he wasn’t gaining the weight he wanted.
I tried serving him bigger meals and he’d started to take some protein supplements but he was still stuck at the 135 mark. “I think I should just give up on this,” he said one night before bed.
I hated hearing this. He seemed so motivated. “Oh I don’t think so. I think I can see a little bit of a change. It probably just takes longer. You haven’t been training yourself for very long.” He sighed and turned his body away from mine. “Just give it a couple more months. I’m sure you’ll start gaining more weight.” I put my arm over his body letting him know I was there. His body tensed unexpectedly. He rolled forward off the bed, “Chris! Are you ok?”
Chris started groaning unexpectedly. I was scared as he rolled around on the floor. “Damn it,” he uttered, “I’m fine though. It must have been a reaction to the new supplement I bought. It was stupid of me. Something as dumb as Masculine Maker had to be bad for you.” He got up from the floor and walked over to the bathroom. He examined his face in the mirror checking for anything that could have hurt him. “Man, my stomach hurts though. And my whole body feels like I just worked out really hard.” He brought his hand up to his face rubbing his hand against his chin. “Hey did I forget to shave this morning?”
The question caught me off guard. I thought he had shaved but when he looked at me his face was full of hair. It seemed so weird. Besides the facial hair he didn’t exactly have the same face as my husband. It was obviously still my husband but his face seemed to be more ‘masculine’. His jaw was wider with a thick chin. His brow jut further out making him look a little more primal. Before I was able to answer, Chris’s body seized up again. He gripped the bathroom sink tightly with both hands.
I watched completely confused. His skinny body was changing right before my eyes. The medium shirt that he always wore to bed was stretching tightly across his shoulders and chest. It was always so loose on him but now it was ripping at the seams. I watched as pound after pound of muscle added to his upper frame. His biceps flexed tightly showing off their huge round nature. His shoulders completely burst the sleeves. They must have been close to the size of soccer balls. His chest exploded outward. It was bigger than what most women dreamed of. However this chest was filled to the brim with dense muscle. His neck widened and tore through the remaining fabric covering his upper body. It seemed like his upper body was finished growing however his body thrust randomly. I thought he was going to tear the sink from the wall.
The transformation was quickly making its way to his legs. The skinny twigs filled out quickly. His legs quickly tore through the fabric of his shorts and underwear. His balance shifted slightly as his feet grew bigger. They needed to adjust themselves to fit his new weight and height. He must have been several inches taller.
As his body stopped growing his dick sprung to life. It was building up as the transformation took hold. The four incher perked up. Chris grabbed it with one hand and started to massage it. Pleasure was shooting through his system as the penis started to grow. Longer and longer it grew. Chris’s pleasure rod was getting too big for just one hand. His other hand went straight to work. He worked the entire shaft. A sudden jolt shook his body as large amounts of cum shot onto the mirror in front of him. He slowly opened his eyes and gazed toward me.
“Sorry honey,” his voice so much deeper. “Got myself a little too excited. I still have quite a bit of energy though,” He strolled over to my side of the bed. His massive body shifted all his weight above me. He suddenly had so much more confidence than I’d ever seen before. His muscular body held up above me by two thick meaty arms. “Hopefully you don’t mind that you’ll be round 2,” he whispered into my ear.
“Not at all,” I smiled looking down as his dick started to harden again. Chris grabbed me with his hands. They were so strong. I don’t know why this muscle stud thought I’d ever be satisfied by another man. He was clearly all I’d ever need.