Pink Trunks (YourNewBody.com)
This is why he hated online shopping.
He loved the shorts. Bought them last minute as an impulse buy before he took a solo trip to the beach. Admittedly there were some red flags. Like the website's name: YourNewBody. And the "one size fits all" descriptor.
So he shouldn't have been all that surprised when they were at least two sizes too big for his twinkish frame.
He sighs and looks at himself in the mirror. He could literally shove his hand up to his elbow down the front of his shorts. Even with tightening the drawstrings. He kicks himself for not packing any other swim trunks or speedos or anything. He pulls them off, facing his naked body, his average cock and balls hanging limply.
He checks the tag on the back and instead of care instructions or a size, it simply says: Please Remove. Weird. He shrugs and removes the tag. Tosses it in the garbage before sliding them back on. This is not going to ruin his beach day. He'll simply suck up the embarrassment of holding up his trunks and just go out there.
It's a short walk in his flip-flops, and graciously there are few people there. The usual suspects of the tanning people, a guy jogging, a woman surfing. He lays out his towel and sat down, the sun beating on his skin. Strange. He never noticed the sun so intensely on his pasty skin. He's worried he's burning but when he looks at his shoulders, they're actually tanning, like he'd applied suntan lotion.
The tan slowly spreads across his shoulders and arms. It looks good. It feels good, pleasantly tingly. He'd never been one to tan, going straight to the cooking part of being in the sun. His thighs tan and his torso becomes enveloped in the rich color. It's not a particularly deep or dense tan but his skin is noticeably darker. Even his nipples have darkened, and surrounding them there's.....hair.
That makes his eyebrows raise. He's never grown hair there. His genetics never allowed it. He looks down at his flat chest and notices not only the hair, but a perkiness to his chest and an intense tingling centering around his nipples. He brings an exploratory hand to them and presses his lips together to suppress a moan. His nipples are so sensitive. Large and hard. The areolas fat and wide across his chest. The tingles are so intense he sits up on his towel and leans forward, as if he's trying to catch his breath. It's like something's filling his chest. He takes several sharp, shallow breaths as his chest expands with a combination of muscle and fat, slowly perking up into strong, soft, and firm mantits. He can feel the tightness of his skin as it stretches to accommodate the new mass.
God it feels good. His cock is rock hard in his overlarge shorts. Ooh. He takes one final deep breath as his cock throbs and spits out the first dribble of pre-cum as his chest stops expanding. He leans back on his hands and looks down. His body is covered with dark hair, all the way down to his crotch which is also hairy. For the first time in his life, he has a happy trail. He touches the dense hair around his cock and it's sticky from the sheer amount of pre he's producing. Another oddity. The tingles erupt across his entire body, and he feels shockingly horny, like he hasn't jerked off in weeks. His flip-flops feel so tight.
Just like the rack of mantits he's now sporting. He squeezes one in his hand and moans, this time out loud, and blushes as a man in a Speedo looks at him curiously. Oh God. He squeezes them both and goes cross-eyed at the sensation. Why are they so sensitive? Why do his hands feel so big?
Because they are big. Bigger than they should be. His hands have expanded and inflated, becoming meaty palms big enough to hold one of his perky tits. When he raises his hands up to the sky to examine them, he notices a sharp, pungent musk emanating from his tingling armpits. He looks and sees hair sprouting from his armpits. He takes a whiff and moans.
"Fucccckkkk."
He blinks. Was that his voice? He touches his throat and feels a much larger Adam's apple. A thicker throat. The bass in his voice rattles his chest, but it also sounds a little slower, reminding him of the jock bros in high school. The pressure in his flip-flops causes him to look down and see his feet getting chunkier. Widening with muscle and fat as they surpass size 7 and creep towards 9.5. The straps on his flip-flops break and the relief in pressure makes him groan pleasurably.
Is this really happening? His whole body was changing before him and it didn't seem like it was stopping. He had a bigger chest and feet. Dense armpit hair, body hair on his torso and, fuck, his legs too. He squeezes them together in his shorts and gasps. Those aren't his balls are they? He dips a hand inside of his shorts, whimpering as his fingertips slide past his sensitive cock. His balls pulse in his grip and drop, swelling like two water balloons. The sensation is unimaginable. He rubs them, softly squeezes them. He shoves a meatier hand into his open mouth. His cock is also bigger. That average 5 inches is stretching and bloating into a girth 7.5 inches. He can feel the head of his cock expanding into a giant mushroom cap, spurting a near constant stream of pre-cum.
"Mmph, fuck."
His sexy voice makes his cock throb and pulsate harder. The skin stretches as the muscles in his cock expand and take on more blood. He's never felt this horny before. It's like a haze has settled over his brain. He's only thinking about cumming. Cumming hard. Cumming everywhere. So of course he starts stroking his cock from under his shorts, a voice in the back of his head is concerned. You're not doing this here are you? People can see you!
Oh yeah, let them see. He strokes the entire length of his cock, paying extra attention to his ultra-sensitive head. He's producing so much pre it's acting as lube. He feels his tiny abs, only there because he's skinny, as his stomach growls. It starts to push out into his hands. His abs define themselves sharply, a cobblestone road of a six-pack as his hips and waist expand, filling out the shorts. Then his stomach expands with fat. The sensation is pleasurable. Like being satisfied after eating a big meal. The fat piles on his stomach, reducing his six-pack to four, then two, then swallowing the muscle but the firmness is still there, underneath it. He leans back and lets his stomach fully expand, giving it room to soften completely and create soft love handles on the side of his shorts. He expects himself to get taller but it doesn't happen. He stays short.
That's fine. I look bigger now.
He grunts and groans. His arms stretch and expand first with muscle, then slowly with fat to thicken them even further. They're impenetrable, thick, and he can feel the power in them as his strokes to his cock become even more determined. He throws an arm behind his head, feels the thick, fatty bicep roll around beneath the taut skin. His face tickles as a beard grows in, covering the entirety of his softening jaw. He takes that arm and then begins massaging his sensitive tits, his nipples, his beautiful stomach. The expansion of his thighs, he knows, is what's going to take him over the edge.
They grow chunkier and thicker, two slabs of pure beef jutting out from beneath his body. His calves are likes swollen diamonds. His thighs are huge, linebacker thighs squeezing his swollen balls. He stands up. He's filled out his shorts. They now fit perfectly. From behind, his perky, miniscule ass expands, fattening and pushing away from his lower back. The expansion of his ass, the pulsating of his hole, the way it feels like his prostate is on the verge of popping sends him over the urge.
He rips his hands out of his shorts as his cock begins firing like a geyser. Still his ass expands, tightening the trunks. It jiggles along with the rest of his body as he orgasms. His cock violently pulsates and he's certain it's going to rip free and shoot all over the sand. The orgasm lights up his brain. It doesn't feel like his personality is being totally rewritten but there's a new, uncaring confidence settling in. Yeah he's cumming in public and on a beach, but some hottie is going to see him. He's going to fuck them, or get fucked by them, put that bubbly, juicy ass of his to good use.
When he finally stops cumming, he looks down and sees he's soaked through the shorts. A giant wet spot in the front and a few strands of his cum leaks onto his towel. He rubs his body. Flexes his arms. Feels the power in his thighs as he shakes them, the muscles and fat rolling beneath the skin. He checks his face in reflection of his phone.
God he's handsome. Beautifully trimmed beard, neatly shaved head. He sees a baseball cap next to him. He doesn't question where it came from. He probably should but he doesn't. He didn't even notice the changes to his face, so caught up in what was happening to the rest of his body. The horniness doesn't go away, just goes to a manageable low boil. He sees the man in the Speedo looking at him, his eyes clouded with lust.
The man has the most perfect dick sucking lips, and he looks stupid, empty puppy dog eyes looking at him with unfiltered lust.
The newly changed man readjusts his heavy cock in his shorts. Give him a minute and he'll be rock hard again. His new bull balls produce so much cum. The man in the Speedo steps out of the water, smiling goofily, chest bouncing everywhere as he jogs over to him.
Blood rushes to his cock as he imagines ripping off that speedo and fucking what little brains this guy has clean out. He'll fuck him right here on the beach. Take him back to his room and fuck him some more. Wrap his big beefy arms around him and kiss his neck.
He nearly cums at the thought.