“I have no idea what you’re on about” I said feigning ignorance, while trying hard to keep the smile off my face at the sound of my now deep baritone voice.
My small scrawny neighbour screamed, “Stop it, I know you did this” he said trying to shove me, but failing, causing me to laugh. “I know you stole my muscles”.
Less than a minute ago I was a small scrawny man. My neighbour was a bully, constantly abusing and tormenting me, keeping me awake all night with constant moans of various women he had over.
I was going home from work, when he barged passed me in the hallway. I would usually just brush it off but this time something in me snapped. I turned around and teller at him, telling me that he was a bully and wishing that he would know how he makes me feel.
That’s when I felt it, my muscles we growing, I could feel them become tighter in my t-shirt. It wasnt just my muscles that were growing, everything about me was growing. I was growing taller, broader and I could feel something coursing through my veins, testosterone. Causing my muscles to grow even larger while my face became more angular and manly, a stark difference from the soft features I use to have.
While I was so entrenched in my own changes, I never even noticed that my neighbour was shrinking, his muscles deflating like a balloon, while he was getting shorter and shorter. If anything I would say that he was much smaller than I was, while I was much bigger then he was.
My neighbour continued to yell at me, I looked him over with a smirk and ran my hand down over my newly muscular body. Feeling over my now large pecs and deeply drenched abs. My hand drifted over my pants and I felt the outside of my penis, I was much larger and thicker than before. My smirk grew larger as I grabbed it through the fabric of my pants.
I was going to have fun breaking these muscles in, and my neighbour might be just the right thing to break it in with.
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