He let the memory of it all linger. The sex. The arrogance. He could tell it had happened again. How many nights? Maybe the full weekend? It was happening longer and longer now. The transformation into some hot dumb jock boy version of himself.
It had terrified him at first. Losing short blocks of time every month. Not knowing what was happening besides suddenly getting hot flashes and feeling his body and cock pulse and grow, his mind twisting with hunger and lust, then… waking up with shredded clothes. As time when on he started faintly remembering those periods as they got longer. Images of a cocky jocked out version of himself, dumb, horny, and fearless. He started guiltily looking forward to the change, the power and pleasure it made him feel.
While he couldn’t always remember what his other self did, but he could tell it was having an effect on him. He was increasingly distracted at work and horny more often- if not constantly. Jacking off was definitely a trigger, but it was hard not to. Especially as his body was changing. It was hard to tell at first, but after every change his body gained a little more muscle just as he gained a little more confidence. Even his face was cuter and anxiety lower, as though traces of the cocky hot jock he became were being left behind.
Even now, while he could see some of the bulk and muscle of his other self fade, he was still left with a whole lot more muscle than he had a few days ago. The piece of meat between his legs was definitely bigger. He also felt a lingering hunger to fuck and flex and show off. A smirk that felt so foreign yet natural spread across his face as he leaned back comfortably, feeling his cock harden between his legs and new abs flex and tighten. Fuck he was getting hot. Soon he there would be no difference between him and his cocky alter ego.
Every rep let a brain cell burn and the muscles grow. Let your old self melt away, your inhibitions turn to sweat, and anxiety fuel each curl and deep grunts. You thought you might stop when you had a decent pump, fit but not mindless, but thinking is harder now. The rush is too good. You like what you see and you want more. Bigger, stronger, dumber, hotter, you want it all now. So don’t stop. Curl those biceps, flex that chest, grunt and sweat and grow.
When your secret kink is to catch your Sexy Horny Gay-Husband flirting with girls after his office hour and acting all straight and cocky in his traditional office formal shirt... This just makes you wanna obsess over his Manliness and bisexual fertility!