Hey,
I'm 183cm, 90kg. Maybe a little bit of belly fat. White. Glasses. 38 years old. I'm Canadian.
I woke up this morning and found an Amazon box in front of my house. It's addressed to me, but I went through my Amazon orders and I haven't bought anything for weeks. When I opened the box, I found a package of underwear... I don't know how they came to me. I think I might throw them away, but I also kind of want to open them...
The package was sitting in front of the door.
He, 38 years old, Canadian, one meter and eighty-three centimeters tall, weighing ninety kilos, with a bit of belly fat and nerdy glasses, picked it up with a sigh. Amazon. But he hadn't ordered anything.
He opened it. Inside, a package of underwear. Dark green boxers. They looked new, but the fabric was warm. Inexplicably warm.
His fingers trembled as he touched them.
A tingling. An urge.
Try them on.
He didn't think twice. He took off his pajama pants. He put on the green boxers.
The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Perfect.
Then it began.
The heat exploded from his lower abdomen. A dense, powerful wave that spread throughout his entire body.
"Ah..."
A moan. His voice lowered, becoming hoarse, deeper.
The fat on his belly began to melt away. He saw it. His skin trembling, rippling. Beneath it, his abs emerged. One after another. Six, eight. Sculpted, deeply carved.
His shoulders snapped. They widened. His collarbones cracked.
Muscles exploded everywhere. His pectorals lifted, becoming two hard, heavy plates. His biceps swelled, his triceps became defined. Thick, bluish veins surfaced beneath the skin as it tightened.
"AH! I CAN FEEL IT..."
His jaw snapped. It widened. His chin became massive, square. His nose became more refined. His face grew younger. The wrinkles disappeared, his skin tightened.
His hair. His brown hair darkened. It became black, wild. His receding hairline disappeared. Now he had a thick, dark head of hair.
His goatee. On his chin, a short, well-groomed beard appeared. A goatee like an Italian young man. Like a stylish guy.
His skin. It had been fair, but now it took on an olive tone. Mediterranean.
His arms. Tattoos began to appear on his skin. Dark designs wrapping around his muscles.
Sweat poured down. From his forehead, his chest, his back.
His thighs exploded. His quadriceps swelled. His calves widened. His buttocks lifted, becoming two firm, hard spheres.
His penis. He felt his penis growing. Swelling. Becoming enormous. It pressed against the dark green boxers, forming an enormous, obscene bulge. Big bulge.
"AH! FUCK! YES!"
The final jolt. His whole body contracted. His muscles pulsing.
Then silence.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
He was no longer himself.
He was a twenty-three-year-old man. Muscular, sexy. Broad shoulders, massive chest, sculpted abs. His arms covered in dark tattoos, his muscles bulging. Thick, muscular legs.
His face was youthful, with that well-groomed goatee. Black, wild hair.
His glasses? Gone. His eyesight was perfect.
The dark green boxers were stretched to the limit. The bulge was enormous. His long, thick cock pressed against the fabric.
He touched his chest. Hard. Warm. The tattoos on his skin.
He flexed his biceps. The muscles swelled. Perfect.
"Shit... I'm hot..." he murmured, his voice deep and sexy.
A smile appeared on his face.
Now it was easy. Easy to have someone to spend the night with. Easy to fuck. Easy to show off his body.
The gym. The muscles. Sex.
He looked at himself in the mirror, turned around, admired himself from every angle. His firm ass, his broad shoulders, the tattoos highlighting his muscles.
His phone vibrated. A message. A girl. A guy. It didn't matter.
He was ready.
