Me: a 5'6" slightly balding 39 year old. Been working out 6 days a week 15 months. Hold most muscle in my thighs and chest.
Where are they: sitting on a bench in an empty locker room abandoned
What are they: some form of jockstrap
The locker room was empty. Dust, mold, flickering neon lights.
He, 39 years old, one meter and sixty-eight centimeters tall, with his slight baldness spreading, sat down on the creaking wooden bench. He had just finished working out. His chest and thighs were his strong points, after 15 months at the gym. But the rest... the rest was average.
He took off his sweaty clothes. In his backpack, at the bottom, he found something he didn't remember putting there.
A jockstrap. White. It looked old, worn-out, but the fabric was strange. Warm. As if someone had just worn it.
He took it in his hands. His fingers trembled.
But his hands, as if they had a will of their own, began putting on the jockstrap. The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Too warm.
A heat exploded from his lower abdomen. The sweat, already present, became copious. Streams running down his back, across his chest, down his legs.
A moan. His voice cracked, lowering.
His bones cracked. His vertebrae lengthening, one after another. He felt his spine straightening, growing. One meter and sixty-eight became a memory. One meter and seventy. One meter and seventy-five. One meter and eighty-eight.
His shoulders snapped. They widened. His collarbones lengthened. His back arched, his lats swelling like wings.
The muscles. All the muscles began to swell. His pectorals, already developed, exploded. They became two massive, heavy shields. His arms swelled, his biceps exploded, his triceps became defined. The veins surfaced, thick, bluish.
His abs emerged. Eight carved, perfect squares. His waist narrowed.
His thighs. His thighs, already strong, became tree trunks. His quadriceps swelled, his calves widened. His buttocks lifted, becoming two firm, hard spheres.
The jockstrap stretched tight. His penis grew. Swollen. Hard. The bulge was enormous, obscene.
He moaned, his voice now deep, hoarse.
His head. He felt his head itching. The baldness. His hair was growing back. Thick, dark, shiny. It covered his head like a perfect mane. His hairline was becoming full again, youthful.
His jaw snapped. It widened. His chin became massive. His beard thickened, not only on his chin but along his entire jaw. Defined, thick, well-groomed. Stylish. Like a sexy young man.
His face became younger. His skin tightened, the wrinkles disappeared. His features became younger. Twenty-nine years old. Perhaps twenty-eight.
Sweat poured copiously. From his forehead, his chest, his arms.
One final jolt. His entire body contracted. His muscles tensing, pulsing.
He looked at himself in the broken mirror in the locker room.
He was no longer himself.
He was a stylish young man. Almost one meter and ninety centimeters tall. Muscular, well-proportioned. Huge pectorals, sculpted abs, veiny arms, broad shoulders.
His thick beard framed his chiseled chin. His hair was wild, dark, perfect.
The black jockstrap contained an enormous bulge. The long cock could be seen from the shape it made in the fabric.
His ass was firm, round, perfect.
A slow smile appeared on his young face.
He flexed his bicep. The muscle swelled, monstrous. He looked at his body, his broad shoulders, his massive chest.
He turned around. His ass was perfect. His thighs hairy, muscular.
His hand moved down to the bulge. It was enormous. Pulsating. The desire was animalistic.
"Tonight..." He murmured. "Tonight I'm going to have fun."
He was ready. Gym, girls, guys, anyone. His body was a weapon.
And the jockstrap was his new beginning.
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