On Thursday Ernie Wilmot kept me late at the construction site redoing some work that one of the new guys had done wrong. I've been working for Ernie for over 20 years so I guess when it comes to fixing screw-ups he figures I'm the one to call. Anyway, what with tearing out the flooring this particular ex-employee put in and then chewing the fat with Ernie afterwards I didn't get into my truck to head home until almost 8:00 at night.
I've lived in the Valley all my life so I'm pretty used to how nice it can look in the early Fall when the evenings aren't cold yet, just kind of sharp and crisp. As I headed down the dirt road from the site after giving a wave good-bye to Ernie I could see the lights of the city laid out before me. Most of the mills have shut down in the last 10 years or so and as a result the air is a lot cleaner than it used to be. Even with all the new people and their cars moving up here from California it still seems a lot more clear than it was when I was younger. At least it does when you're up in the hills on a spread of private property like the one Ernie's company was building that house on.
The driveway up to where the house is being built hasn't been paved yet but it comes out onto Table Rock Road about six miles from town. It's still pretty heavily wooded out there, one of the reasons that electronics executive bought the land I guess, and when you standing out there in the dark it's totally quiet and kinda spooky. If it weren't for the paved road you'd think you were back in the days when the Indians lived in the Valley. As I pulled out onto the road I turned on the radio to a country station I usually listen to and heard some loser singing about how his wife had run off with his younger brother. I don't have any brothers but if I had I wouldn't have been surprised if the woman I married high tailed it with one of them. As it was she hooked up with some car salesman which I figure is just about what she deserves. Last I heard they were heading north but that was a couple years back so who knows how that turned out. It was dark and I was watching the road as it appeared before me in the headlights when the radio station started fading in and out. That was kind of weird because it'll usually do that a little further down the road nearer to Lower Table Rock but not where I was at that moment. I remember reaching for the dial thinking I could do without the country sob story anyway when things just went black.
There's a time there where I don't remember anything. It seems like it was just a moment but from what I found out later it must have been a lot longer. Anyway, it was like I shut my eyes for a second or two and then opened them again to find my truck headlights had gone out. I panicked because I thought I'd lost the electrical system but even as the rush of adrenaline hit and I slammed on the brakes it hit me that I couldn't hear the engine or feel the wind coming through the open window. In fact, it was completely quiet and it took another couple seconds for me to realize that I was sitting in my truck on the side of the road with the engine off. I got really scared then because I couldn't figure out why the fuck my truck was just sitting there when I knew damn good and well I had been driving a second ago. I kind of hesitated then turned the key and the engine started right up. I turned on the lights and saw a stretch of country road with silent Douglas Fir trees lining both sides. So, feeling kind of stupid, I slowly started driving again.
Damn if a couple minutes later I didn't round a corner and see the Tolo Tavern up ahead of me. That really blew my mind cuz that place is four or five miles down the highway the opposite direction from where I had been heading. About then this voice in the back of my head started wondering out loud if this was what a stroke was like and for a guy a couple years shy of 50 that's not a voice you want to hear. I was tempted to pull into the parking lot and have about ten beers, something Ernie, Dave McVrey and I did every week or so after work, but I decided I'd just better get home. I was tired, confused and getting pretty hungry and I didn't think the Tolo was the place for me at that moment. I did a U-turn in the road and headed back the way I had come but took the first right I could and eventually got onto I-5 heading back into town.
By the time I got to my exit and neared home I was feeling less confused and a lot more hungry so I decided to stop at the store and grab some food. It's one of those 24 Hour supermarkets and as I headed inside from the parking lot I noticed that their clock on the wall way in the back was off. It said it was after midnight. The store was pretty empty so even though I had been thinking I just wanted to grab something quick I decided to get a cart instead and stock up on some stuff.
They say you aren't supposed to shop when you're hungry and if that's the case I made a big mistake that night. I was so hungry by the time I'd cruised up and down a couple aisles that I had to open a box of crackers just so I could get something in my stomach so it would stop growling. When I headed up to the checkout the cart was packed with just about everything under the sun and I was finishing the box of crackers. I was still hungry though.
The checker made some joke about all the food and I laughed with her and fought to keep myself from ripping open something as she passed the food over the scanner. That was just more weird shit cuz I couldn't remember ever being that hungry. I glanced out the glass wall of windows at the front of the store and what with the massive hunger it took a moment for the fact that something else was strange to hit me. The store is on a busy street, not far from a shopping mall, but right then there were almost no cars driving by. For a second I just looked outside, my hunger mostly forgotten, then slowly, slowly, I looked at my watch. It said 12:35, the same as the clock on the wall. In what I think was a normal voice I asked the woman what time it was and she quickly glanced at her watch between scanning items and told me it was 12:30 in the morning. That meant it had been a little over four and a half hours since I left Ernie at the construction site.
Even given my detour to the Tolo Tavern I could remember maybe 40 minutes of the time since I had started home. Somehow I was missing about four hours of my life.
I would have just stood there replaying everything I could remember trying to come up with the missing four hours but the checker finished and gave me my total. I was so out of it I didn't even react to the fact that it was about five times as much as I normally spent. I just paid, pushed the cart out to my truck, loaded the groceries in the back and headed home. Halfway down the block I pulled over and got a bunch of bananas out of one of the bags. I ate three of them before I parked in my driveway. The bananas didn't cut it and before I even put the food away I had a frozen dinner in the microwave and was heating up a frying pan to fry half a dozen eggs. A roast beef sandwich sounded good so I decided to slap one together while I waited. The cooking helped me to not think about whatever had happened. Somehow I knew that if I spent a lot of time trying to work out what went on out there I'd just end up driving myself crazy, so instead I cooked, ate, ate some more and pretty successfully thought about nothing at all. Luckily, by the time I finished I was so beat I just put away the stuff that would spoil, stripped off my clothes and threw myself into bed. I think I was asleep in about 11 seconds, give or take a few. I had some weird dreams that night but I can't remember any of them. You know the feeling, though, when you wake up and you just lose the tail end of something really strange. Maybe it's better I didn't recall any of them—I'm not sure I want to remember whatever happened in those four hours. And despite what was going on in the back of my head I was pretty rested physically and didn't feel many of the aches I usually felt when I heaved my old carcass out of bed.
I'd overslept but Ernie had told me the night before not to bother making it in too early cuz Dave McVrey could run things in the morning. Dave and I were pretty much in charge of the crew working on the house even though Ernie usually made it out each day to all the sites his company had going at the moment. He and his son Jack are doing a pretty good job making a success of the outfit Ernie inherited from his old man and they did pretty well by me and the other guys they had working for them. Women too, since Ernie and Jack don't care who's swinging a hammer as long as they can hit a nail straight.
I hit the shower and for the first time in a while started singing while I was in there, a Three Dog Night song from way back, which goes to show how good I was feeling that morning. The only problem was that I was starting feel damn hungry again but I didn't think too long on that since that led to thoughts about the crazy stuff from the night before and I wanted to forget that. Turned out I didn't get a chance to though. My missing wife once told me not long before the car salesman took her for a test drive that I shouldn't spend so much time out with the boys knocking back beers cuz I wasn't as young as I used to be. Then she gave my gut a look just to make sure I knew what she meant. Well, I figure when a guy gets to be 48 he's allowed a couple extra pounds. Besides, when she wasn't in a bitchy mood she'd sometimes say that I was still the best looking guy she'd ever married (there'd been a couple) and since I get lines like that from a fair amount of women I guess I'm doing OK. Still, the weight and drift downward, if you know what I mean, was something I accepted only cuz I had to not because it was what I wanted.
That morning, though, when I stepped out of the shower and was drying off I got a glance at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door and just sort of stopped and stared at myself.
I had lost weight, somehow, except in the places where it looked like I had gained a bit. If that sounds confusing I guess that's fair cuz that's just how I felt looking at myself. Even after drying the mirror with my towel just to make sure I wasn't seeing things funny I looked the same, which means different than the day before. The gut my wife had commented on was almost gone, like it hadn't been hanging a bit over my pants for the last couple years. I turned sideways and still couldn't find it. It was like it had melted away overnight. As for the rest of me, well, I had always been a kind of big guy—I guess I hit six feet when I was about 16 and added two inches after that—but looking at myself it sure looked like I had picked up a couple pounds on my shoulders and arms and that my chest was sticking out a bit more than it was supposed to. I ran a hand over my chest and it seemed real enough even though it was a bit sore. It took me a couple seconds to notice that the gray and brown hairs that I have there were falling off as I rubbed my hand across my torso. Not all of them but enough so I could see them falling down past my stomach and my dick onto the bathroom tile.
That got me looking down so I checked out my dick. I'm not sure why but it's probably the most important thing I own so I just wanted to be sure it was OK. It looked fine, big as usual which I guess is bigger than most but then I haven't done a lot of comparing. Just moving it around with my hand got a feeling going in my balls I missed having as much as I used to so I decided I might as well take care of that since it was about the only familiar thing I'd come across in the last 12 hours or so.
Usually when I jerk off I do it in bed and think about some woman from the magazines Ernie has stacked in the corner of his office but this time I just grabbed a handful of some lotion on the counter and slicked myself up. I got hard in no time, which isn't always the case, and I just stood there just staring at myself in the mirror. It was weird, cuz the guy I was seeing looked a lot more like me from ten years ago than the one from last night. For about the fifth time I wondered what the fuck had happened to me driving down Table Rock Road but with my dick feeling harder than it had in I don't know how long I consciously decided I didn't care and just got down to business.
A man gets to know his dick better than any other part of his body so even as my knees were bending and my legs starting to shake I knew that what I had in my hand was a little different than what I was used to. A little longer and a little thicker from the feel of it but then I started shooting and stopped thinking about anything. It was a good load, real good, and it sprayed all over the younger looking me in the mirror but since he was shooting right back I guess that was fair. Man it felt good, like one of the first times you jerked off when you were just a kid, before you had sex and knew what it was like to have someone help you get off. I didn't quite fall to the floor but I had to put my free hand—somehow it had gotten to my right nipple and was squeezing hard—on the counter to keep myself up.
After a couple of hoarse grunts and some of those full body shivers you get when you keep jerking after you've shot I got control of myself and started cleaning up.
As I was wiping my dick clean I noticed something I missed when I was inspecting myself earlier. On my stomach, just to the right and up from my bellybutton, there were three small red patches of skin, each about a half inch across. They were in a line about three inches long and I'd never seen them before. When I pressed each of the spots they were a little tender but that was about it. As I looked at them all I could think was that they probably weren't there when I left work the night before. It didn't look like thinking about it was going to answer much so I headed out of the bathroom but stopped when I noticed the scale by the door. It had been Marla's, my wife, but she hadn't liked to use it because it usually told her things she didn't want to know. I had never used it but I stepped on it now and the electronic display flashed for a couple seconds and then read 204 pounds. I looked at it for a bit then shrugged and stepped off.
Didn't mean much when I had no past weight to compare it to. As I headed back into the bedroom I noticed that I was hungry again, along the lines of how I'd been the night before. I got dressed in my work clothes, noticing that I was two notches down on my belt but that my shirt and jeans were tight in other places, and headed to the kitchen for another marathon meal. I spent about an hour in there and in the end didn't feel full but at least I was less hungry. When I went out to my truck I had two garbage bags with me full of sandwiches and crap so I could keep eating during the day. I had a feeling I'd need all the food I could get my hands on. Just to be sure I stopped at the store on the way to work and got a couple more bunches of bananas and a box of those protein bars that Jack Wilmot's always eating. I started in on the bananas as I drove to work.
Lon Walling, the electronics guy that hired Ernie to build his house, was flying up that day from San Jose, I guess to check up on one of his factories out near White City and to see out how the house was shaping up. Ernie said I could miss most of the morning but that he wanted me there by noon cuz Walling was due in sometime after that. It was a completely sunny day as I drove to the site and I whistled most of the way with the Fall air whipping in through both open windows. I felt good, better than I had in a long time, and if it took three small bruises on my stomach to get me that way I wasn't too worried about it. I was getting a little tired of the bananas so I grabbed a sandwich from one of the bags and finished it and one more before I got to the house.
When I pulled up I saw Dave and Jack talking over near the construction trailer near the front edge of the home site. Jack waved as I got out of the truck and I walked over to them, throwing a look at the house where I could see a couple of the guys and one woman working on one of the exterior walls.
“Morning, Leo,” Jack said as I got to them. Dave did likewise.
“Hey guys,” I said. “Great day isn't it.” I guess I couldn't hold back that fact that I was feeling pretty good. Dave just threw my a look and said something about it being early yet before heading over to the house. I love the guy even though he's not the friendliest man you'll ever meet. Jack just laughed and led me over to the trailer.
Ernie sent Jack off to college up in Portland after he graduated from high school but after he got his degree he came right back and started building with his father. The kid's 28 now so that must have been about seven years ago. The two are very close, closer than Ernie had been with his old man, I guess partly because they both spent a couple years taking care of Leah, Jack's mother, when she was dying of cancer. Neither of them talk much about that but I know it hit them hard. Jack moved back in with his father during all that and now the two of them spend most of their time running the business. Construction's pretty much Ernie's life but Jack at least has some hobbies, which mostly means working out which I guess he started when he was away at school. He's built like his father, a little less than average height but stocky. With the time he spends lifting at the gym he goes to in town or in the basement at their place where he's got his own setup he's gotten pretty big, enough so that the few times he goes drinking with us the woman pretty much fall all over themselves trying to get his attention. Usually doesn't work though.
When we got into the trailer Jack let me know that Ernie wasn't going to be around that day so the two of us would have to show Walling around.
“Damn,” I said. “I don't like that guy. How come Ernie's not going to take care of him?”
“Dad's not feeling well so he thought he'd stay home today. He said that I could fill in Walling on anything he needs to know and to sic you on him if he gets out of line.” He smiled when he said the last part.
“Your papa's a brave man. Walling gets out of line and I'm liable to chuck him down the mountain.” We both laughed at that because I'm known for being a big softy. Still, I was feeling kinda feisty that day. “So what's your Dad got? He seemed fine yesterday.”
“He says he just feeling off. Thinks he must have come down with something last night.”
I started thinking that I sort of came down with something myself but before I got very far with that thought Dave stuck his head in the door and told us Walling had shown up.
We left the trailer just as Walling was getting out of his oversized rental car. According to Ernie the guy got rich by starting one of those electronics companies back in college with a couple friends. He was maybe in his mid 30's now, richer than shit and looking to make more. The house we were building for him was going to be big, five or six bedrooms depending on how you used the space, but apparently he had the cash to pay for it all.
He wasn't afraid to let us all know that fact either. I let Jack meet the guy and made a slight detour to my truck where I grabbed three sandwiches and a couple protein bars. I thought it'd look a little weird carrying them around as we checked out the house so I grabbed my tool belt and took out a couple things to make room for the food. I guess that looked a little weird anyway but I was too hungry to care.
I rejoined the group and Jack reintroduced me to Walling. He was overdressed for the occasion though if he was in town on business maybe that was OK. He was wearing a white shirt and tie with his fancy dress pants but he must have left his suit coat on the car.
His shiny, black shoes were already dusty from the unfinished ground which I guess he noticed too because he kept wiping one and then the other on his pant legs. Standing there with his hair slicked back and his sunglasses on he reminded me of Jack for a second which seemed weird because they're not much alike. Then it hit me that he had that same sort of built up look that Jack got from all the weights he pushed. This guy must have worked out too though he was taller and not as wide as Jack.
“Gentlemen, I don't have a lot of time so we'd better get this inspection done.” With that Walling led us towards the house.
After about half an hour of looking things over it was obvious that Walling was unhappy with a lot of things. There was nothing major but he kept pointing out minor things he wanted us to change. Jack was polite and wrote down everything he had a problem with while Dave and I hung back a bit and fumed. By the time we'd gone through the house I had finished my food and was ready for Walling to leave so I could grab some more, but he wanted to take another look at the room where I had been working late the night before.
“How come you guys are so behind in this room? What are you saving it for?”
I didn't like his tone so I stepped forward before Jack could reply. “Actually, Mr. Walling, we weren't too happy with the work in this room so we're doing some of it over. It'll be done, along with everything else, right on schedule.”
He gave me a look like I guess he gives they guys that work for him at his company but it didn't affect me much. I could respect the guy for what he had accomplished but not if they meant he was going to be an asshole from here on out. Besides, my stomach was yelling again and I was starting to notice that my clothes, which had been kinda tight that morning, were starting to really bind me in places. It wasn't putting me in a good mood.
Walling looked like he was about to answer me back but I cut him off. “We know you want us do the best job we can so we're checking things as we go and if we think something's less than perfect then we're redoing it. Only the best for you, sir.” Then I gave him a smile which wasn't very sincere but then I didn't think he was either so it equaled out. Sometimes I can be a little intimidating and what with everything that had happened recently I think I was a little more overbearing than normal. Walling must have thought so because he just looked around the room and said fine before heading back towards the front door. Jack gave me a smile and Dave raised his eyebrows before they followed him out of the room. I just shook my head and bent down to pick up hammer someone had left leaning against the wall near the door. As I did I heard and felt my shirt rip underneath my right arm. It had split from the armpit about halfway down my side and you could see my white tank-top underneath. I stood there for a couple seconds trying to decide what that meant then just shook my head and left the room.
Dave was heading over to the trailer when I came out the front door while Walling and Jack stood talking next to the rental car.
They finished whatever they were saying and I heard Jack say good-bye before heading for the trailer himself. Walling opened the car door but stopped for a second before getting in and gave me a long look. I just looked back and after a second he got in, backed the car around and headed down the drive towards the road.
I shrugged and headed to my truck to grab some more food. Jack had to go check out a couple other construction sites they had going so he left a few minutes after Walling but not before thanking me for standing up to the guy. Dave and a couple of the crew asked me to go to lunch with them and even though I really wanted to I told them I had some things I needed to work on. As soon as they were gone I hopped in my truck and headed over to the store in Gold Hill to grab some more food and a new workshirt. By then most of the food I had packed that morning was gone and I was still pretty hungry. I picked up about ten more sandwiches, a bag of apples and a couple gallons of milk along with an extra-large shirt to replace the one that had ripped. I decided against getting new jeans because even though mine seemed to be getting tight they had been pretty loose to begin with so I figured they would hold.
I took a back road back to the site and when I was in a quiet area with nothing but trees around I pulled over and got out to change shirts. When I took off my old shirt I looked down and it was pretty clear that my old tank-top was starting to show some strain and not in the stomach area like usual. I just stood there in the sunlight turning my arms over and flexing my biceps wondering where the hell they had come from. They weren't huge or anything yet but they were definitely bigger, just like my chest obviously was. I ran a hand up under the tank-top and when I pulled it out it was covered with hair. That kind of made me nervous so I lifted the tank and saw that the hair was noticeably thinner though I couldn't think why. But then none of this made sense so I guess a little hair loss wassn't too surprising. With my tank up I could see my waist and by now my gut was completely gone and I was starting to see my stomach muscles in its place. I hadn't seen them since I was a teenager before I bulked up for football.
Checking lower I could feel that my thighs were definitely bigger inside my jeans and that my butt, which went flat about ten years ago was also larger. Not fat, like Dave's was, but just firm. At that point I took a quick look over my shoulder and since I was on the opposite side of the truck from the road and there didn't seem to be anyone around I put my hand down my pants to see how my old friend was doing.
It was like a replay of what happened that morning when I felt myself a bit. The second I got my dick in my hand it started thickening and that newly familiar ache began in my balls. I knew it was crazy but I couldn't help myself and after checking the area again I undid my belt and my pants, pulled down my underwear and pulled out my cock.
I was kinda running with this whole thing now, even if I didn't understand it, so when it took no time for my dick to be hard as a rock and pointing up towards the sky I just enjoyed it. Once Marla measured me when I was hard and it came out at about 7 1/2 inches. That's the length I had gotten used to skinning with my hand all these years but now as I started jerking it seemed like there was about an extra inch of dick to work with, not to mention more to get my hand around. I let some spit drop out of my mouth onto the head, which looked wider than usual, and worked it all over getting it nice and shiny. Then I did the same to the shaft and in no time I was leaning back against the truck with my eyes half closed feeling my whole body kinda vibrate as I jerked.
My left hand went back up under my tank-top, first over my newly flat stomach then up to the right half of my chest. I found my nipple and started twisting it and almost yelled out loud at how good it felt.
If anyone had come by at that point I wouldn't have been able to stop what I was doing I was so fucking horny. I started getting close and from habit tried to picture this playmate, the one Dave and I had admired last time we were checking out the magazines in Ernie's office, but couldn't keep my mind on her. Instead I was just loving the fact that this old body of mine was looking about the best it had in 20 years and that my dick was looking even better. When my balls started pulling up to the bottom of my shaft my head went back onto the top of the pickup cab and I just about twisted off my nipple. My dick started shooting then and even though I wasn't looking down I could feel the size of the shots as they sprayed out over the ground. I must have let off six or seven good ones and it wasn't until half of them had gone off that I realized I was letting out this loud, low grunt with each one that was echoing off the trees around me. When I got back to the site Dave and the crew were back from lunch and already working. I had my new shirt on and had eaten three sandwiches, two apples and drunk almost a gallon of milk so my stomach wasn't complaining so much. I went into the back room of the house to continue working on the mess I had inherited the day before and pretty much kept out of the way of everyone else.
At that point I felt like a lot of work and very little thinking would do me good. I made a couple trips to the truck through the afternoon for food and finally decided to haul what I had back to where I was working. Dave saw me doing that and I thought he gave me kind of a funny look but he was a ways off and didn't say anything. I'm not sure if he noticed I was wearing a new shirt.
Around 5:00 Donnie Watts, a young guy Ernie had hired straight out of high school a couple years back, stuck his head in the back room and told me it was quitting time.
“Thanks, Donnie. I'll be outta here a little bit. You go ahead and have a good weekend though.”
“I'm sure gonna try. You too. Oh, and Dave said to tell you he forgot he had to pick up his daughter at some school thing so he's already gone. He said it was your turn to lock things up.” I thanked him and he started out the door then stopped and looked back at me with a funny expression on his face. “Leo, have you been hitting the weights or something?” My stomach kinda twisted itself into a knot when he asked that and for some reason I felt guilty all of the sudden. I turned away and said over my shoulder, “Nah, just eating too much.”
I guess he bought it cuz I heard him walk away towards the front door and then it was quiet through the rest of the house. When I was sure everyone was out I walked down the unfinished hallway towards the front door and watched the last of the crew drive away.
The whole site was quiet as I went around securing the trailer and all the equipment, thinking about what Donnie had said. I hadn't thought too much about the fact that whatever was happening to me was gonna be noticed by the people around me.
With my wife gone and most of my buddies being the guys I worked with I didn't deal with a whole lot of people outside work. I guess I was getting grumpy in my old age cuz that was just fine with me, but if things kept up Ernie, Dave and Jack would be asking questions before long. At least it was Friday which gave me a couple of days to decide how to handle things.
When I was finished I headed to the truck reaching for my car keys in my pants. My jeans had gotten pretty tight during the day so it was tough getting my hand into my pocket and when I did get the keys I fumbled them and dropped them on the ground. I bent down to get them and heard and felt another rip, followed by cool air between my legs. My jeans had split on the inside seam of my left leg and when I checked it out I could see the end of my boxers and the beginning of my bare thigh showing through. I rubbed my leg and saw a bunch of dark hairs break off and fall to the ground.
It didn't strike me until I was locking the gate at the bottom of the drive that I was about to head home alone on Table Rock Road again. That kind of made me pause but at least this time it was still semi-light which made things seem a little less eerie. I didn't turn on the radio and I drove pretty fast down the road and through the spot where I had lost track of things the night before. For a second I thought about stopping to take a look but I decided it was getting a little too dark for that and I wasn't sure I wanted to see anything out there anyway.
I kind of had an idea in the back of my head about what happened to me. My mom died six years ago of the same type of cancer Ernie's wife did but she didn't tell me she had it until a couple weeks before it was all over. She lived near me in town and I used to spend a fair amount of time over at her place which Marla never liked but then the two of them would just as soon spit on each other as talk so that's not too surprising. Mom loved the tabloids, not cuz she believed what they said but because she thought they were funny especially the psychic predictions. She saved those for a year just so she could see how far off they were from what really happened. Sometimes I'd sort of look through those newspapers and the thing that always got me were the stories about the aliens that came down from space and fucked with some poor slob who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Mom thought those stories were pretty funny too and it's not like I believed them but there sure were a lot of people who said weird things like that had happened to them. It seems like even if 99% of the people are crackpots you've still got a couple left over who might have something believable to say. I guess you get my point even though if Mom were around she'd laugh her head off at what a fool I was being. Or maybe she wouldn't if she could see me now.
Back in town I headed straight home cuz I decided I needed to get into some different clothes before I made another food run. I don't know any of my neighbors that well, both the families on either side of my place moved in last year, but I decided I'd better just drive into the garage and go into the house that way.
I suppose I didn't really look that different from a distance but I was starting to feel a little self conscious so I used the automatic garage door opener and came in the back door by the kitchen. I was pretty hungry again so on my way through I grabbed whatever was handy—some fruit and a couple protein bars—and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I was starting to notice as I walked through the house that my balance was different than what I was used to. I wasn't falling over or anything but my legs seemed thicker, which kind of affected how I walked, and my upper body was definitely heavier even with the loss of my gut. I figured I'd better check out what the whole picture looked like now.
I kept my eyes off the mirrors above the sink and on the door until I had stripped off all my clothes then I took a deep breath, got distracted for a second when I glanced down and saw how big that made my chest, and turned to the full length mirror.
Even though I was prepared for changes I was pretty surprised.
Make that damn surprised.
It was still my face I saw in the mirror even if it did look a bit younger. If someone had to guess they'd probably say they were looking at some guy in his forties who kinda resembled those cowboys you see in the cigarette ads, except this guy's head was on the body of a college football player. My neck was thick and it spread out into big shoulders, wider than most guys you see outside a gym. My arms had definitely gotten thicker and when I lifted them and flexed them the biceps expanded upwards into thick peaks. My chest was nearly hairless but that just made it easier to see how much bigger and more defined it had gotten.
Even my nipples looked bigger and when I rubbed one with my hand I got a jolt that headed straight down towards my dick. My upper body was wide but it cut down at my waist and for the first time in years I couldn't pinch an inch of flesh. The best I got was maybe a quarter inch of skin which was stretched tight over my new and improved stomach muscles. It was funny being able to count four sets of abdominal muscles starting just below my chest and finishing at my belly button. It took me a couple seconds to realize that the three red spots I'd seen this morning were gone.
Below my waist my legs flared out into thick, powerful thighs which were also almost hairless. Below my knees my calves, which I hadn't even noticed before, had suddenly gotten big and looked like someone had stuck a chunk of cement up under the skin.
Looking at them from the side I also got a glance at my butt which now grew out of the top of my thighs and made a curve that ended up at my back just below my waist.
The hair loss on my body didn't really bother me cuz I never cared much about having it in the first place and since it didn't seem to be falling out in the two most important places (my groin and what was left on top of my head) I figured I could handle it.
Plus, it kind of made it easier to see how the rest of me was developing, especially my chest and stomach. Wherever I looked I could tell I was a lot less flabby than I had been. Hell, I could even see some veins on my thighs and stomach. And as for my dick, damn if it hadn't gotten thicker and longer again, and for the first time I noticed that my balls had gained some size too. I should have figured that from how much I had shot out in the woods that afternoon. I just stood there admiring the new me, flexing and tensing parts of my body as I studied them. A couple times Ernie, Jack and I had gone fishing up at Fish Lake and had gone swimming when it got hot. Ernie, like me, had looked like your average, overage, out of shape guy in his swim trunks but Jack, cuz of all his gym time, had looked like one of those guys you see on the cable advertisements for exercise equipment. Right then I was thinking I looked just about as good as Jack did and I had 20 years on him. There was still a voice way back in my head telling me this was crazy and that I'd better get to a doctor or something and find out what the hell was wrong but I wasn't feeling like I needed to do that just then. What I was feeling was a need to jerk off for the third time that day and looking at myself in the mirror it was easy to get started. I didn't even try to get a picture of the playmate this time, I just greased up my right hand and stroked my big, old dick while my left hand explored my body. It was fucking weird cuz it was like I was getting off on myself being this muscle guy but for some reason it felt good so I went with it. When I started massaging my chest and feeling how big it was I wondered how much larger I was going to get. I was already bigger than I had been when I was playing ball so it wasn't like I was just going back to my teenage body. This was something new and the thought that I could grow more got me pretty hot. Before I knew it I was shooting all over the mirror again, moaning with each shot, and when it was finally done I had to drop to my knees cuz I felt like I was gonna pass out.
I cleaned up me and the bathroom and then went to look for something to wear. It looked like all my jeans were out, not because they were too big in the waist (I could have lived with that) but cuz I couldn't get them up over my thighs. Instead I decided to put on some sweats I had which were looser and gave me at least a little room around my legs. Up top I wore a tank top I had for the summer because my T-shirts were too tight in the shoulders, arms and chest. I put a sweatshirt on over it that my mom had bought me one Christmas. It was red and green but it was also extra large so it had to do. Once I had my tennis shoes on I looked in the mirror I saw a bigger version of my old self staring back, and a pretty good looking one at that. As I left the bathroom I noticed the scale again and stepped on. When the flashing stopped the display showed 224 pounds. I had been naked that morning and had clothes on now but even so I must have put on somewhere around 20 pounds that day and considering some fat was gone that meant even more than that was new muscle. =
I had a quick meal in the kitchen then headed for the garage. I decided I needed to stock up on something so I could keep control of my hunger and from some things Jack had told me I knew there was a health food store near his gym where I could get some of that protein powder the workout guys drink. Jack said he drank the stuff instead of eating a lot of the time so I decided I could do the same. My only worry was that I might run into him while I was there but I figured I'd have to chance it. The gym Jack goes to used to be a pizza place but when that closed down someone decided to make it a health club. Don't ask me how they worked that out. The health food store is in the same mall as the gym over on the north side of town. When I pulled up it was almost 9:00 but I parked away from the gym just in case and kinda high tailed it into the health food store. There was a young woman in workout clothes leaving as I went in so I held the door for her and saw her do a sort of double take and throw me a smile. I didn't know her so I figured she was just trying to make a new friend or something which normally would have gotten me to turn around and follow her out but I was on a mission so I didn't even look back.
The store was kind of long and thin and there was just one other customer in there talking to the guy behind the counter while his stuff was being rung up. I started looking around and found the shelves with all protein powders but there were about 15 different brands and I didn't know which one to pick. My stomach was already starting to wake up so I was thinking I'd pick up a couple different ones and try them when I heard someone ask me if I needed help.
It was the brown haired guy from behind the counter and as I turned towards him I saw the other guy he'd been helping walk out the front door of the store to the parking lot. The counter guy looked kinda young, maybe in his early 20's, but from the shape he was in I'd guess that he had already been doing that gym stuff for a couple years. He wasn't as big as Jack (or me) but he was pretty built and was wearing a T-shirt and shorts to help show it which I guess makes sense if you work in a place like that. “Well, I'm looking for some protein powder,” I told him putting down the plastic jug I had been looking at. “Got any suggestions?”
“Sure, if you need some. Don't we have the kind you've been using?”
“I've never drunk this stuff before but a friend does so I thought I'd try it out.” Just then my stomach growled loud enough for just about anyone in the building to notice and I kind of laughed. “And I'd better hurry cuz I think I need it pretty bad.”
They young guy kind of laughed too then gave my body a look that went from my chest down to my legs and back up again. Funny thing was it kind of reminded me of the look I got from the woman at the door.
“Guess I can't be sure with those sweats but it looks like you've done a pretty good job so far. You'll be outta control once you start pumping up your calories with this stuff.” He reached for a black bag on the bottom shelf that looked like it should hold dog food. “This stuff is good—it's got a ton of just about everything you need, maybe a little too much in fact, but if you're looking to bulk up it'll be a big help. Are you still trying to put on weight?”
It wasn't like I was trying but that was what was happening.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said taking the bag from him and pretending to study it. I didn't really know what I was looking for so I just glanced at the front and back and read a bit about the stuff they put in it. On the front of the bag there was a picture of a big muscle guy smiling and flexing one of his arms.
He looked like he'd been oiled up or something.
“We call it the dog food gainer,” he said laughing again and I smiled because he had read my mind so clearly. “I know it looks kind of weird but it's really pretty good and it doesn't taste too bad either. I can make you a sample if you want.”
Something to eat sounded great and I told him so.
“OK, we've got a bag open in the back so I can mix some up for you there.” He glanced at the clock above the cash register which said it was a couple minutes after 9:00. “Actually, I better lock the door first since we're supposed to be closed. Just a sec.” He grabbed some keys from behind the counter and locked the front door then he came back to where I was standing, took the bag of protein powder from me and put it back on the shelf. “Let's go get you something to drink,” he said and led me to a door in the back of the store.
The back room looked like it was mostly for storage. There were boxes and crates of the stuff they sold out front but there was also a sink and counter along one wall. The young guy opened a cupboard under the counter and pulled out a half full bag of the powder he had showed me. Just before he began to put scoops of the stuff into a pitcher next to the sink he looked over his shoulder and did that up and down thing again checking out how I looked.
“So where do you lift? Next door?” he asked, motioning with his head towards Jack's gym.
“Nah,” I replied, “I work construction so I get a pretty good workout there. Plus, I do a bit at home.” That last part was a lie but even as I started saying the thing about construction I realized I didn't know a lot of guys in my line of work who looked like I did now, especially not at my age.
The kid took another quick glance then added a fourth scoop to the pitcher and filled it about half full with water from the tap. He screwed on a lid that was nearby and shook the whole thing up for a bit. By now my stomach must have figured out there was food coming cuz it was starting to ache again. Man, that food thing was starting to worry me. It seemed like I spent all my time just trying to keep up with my hunger. Hopefully having this powder stuff around would make it easier.
He finished shaking and poured some of the liquid into a plastic cup he pulled from the cupboard.
“I hope you like it. The taste can take a little getting used to.” I took the cup and tried a test. It was a little too sweet if you ask me but I was hungry enough not to care so I chugged the rest of it down and looked towards the pitcher.
“Guess you might as well finish the rest,” he said and he poured me another glass of the stuff. It took three cups altogether to finish the pitcher and when I was done I felt the fullest I had in about a day. That was nice for a change.
“So I guess that means you like it,” he said taking the glass from me. “Yeah, it seems pretty good,” I said just enjoying the fact that I for once I didn't feel like finding a half a cow to chow down on.
“Cool.” Then he gave me another one of those looks and put out his hand. “My name's Dean by the way. I don't think I've seen you come in here before.”
I took his hand and was distracted for a second by the fact that mine looked bigger than normal. I hadn't noticed that before.
“Uh, hey Dean. I'm Leo. Nice to meet you.”
For some reason he didn't seem too eager to let go of my hand so we ended up standing there for a couple seconds, me getting a sort of nervous and him with this little smile on his face. I guess if things had been more normal I would have figured out what was going on right away but my mind was still going through all that was happening to me so I wasn't as sharp as I normally was.
“So you really don't lift much, huh?” he asked shaking his head.
“You know, you oughta try it because you look like you've got some good size already. I'm a trainer part time at the gym and there are a some guys I work with who'd love to look as good as you, and that's after they've been working at it for a while.”
Well, that made me feel pretty good even though it wasn't like I had worked very hard for what had happened to me since the night before. Still, it was nice for a middle aged guy to get a compliment on how he looked and when he asked me what I looked like without my sweatshirt on it didn't seem all that strange, him being a professional and all, so I just took it off. He looked down at my tank top and back up at me so I shrugged and took that off too. Probably that was the point when I got an idea of what he was getting at, it's just somehow it seemed OK for him to be interested in how I looked. I mean, I wasn't really thinking of where it could go from there, I just was kinda getting off on someone else seeing what good shape I was in. And he looked impressed which no one really had for a long time.
Finally, he just said, “Damn,” and shook his head again. “If that's what you look like just doing construction maybe you shouldn't start lifting after all. People would start going to you for advice and I'd be out of a job.”
I sort of smiled and then we were standing there again with this kind of unspoken thing between us. Maybe he was expecting me to do something but I wouldn't have so it's probably best that he stepped forward and ran the back of his hand over my stomach.
“You'd better be careful with that protein drink. You don't want to take so much you build up fat here.”
I barely heard him cuz the second he touched me I got this jolt that started in my stomach but pretty quickly traveled to my dick, my balls, my nipples and just about everywhere else. I took a deep breath and I guess my reaction let him know how I felt cuz he turned his hand over and started feeling my stomach muscles.
My arms were at my side and I was clenching and unclenching my hands because I wanted to feel him back or grab him or something but I wasn't sure I should. He took care of that too by just stepping forward, sliding his arms around my back and putting his head next to my neck. So I put my arms around him and we stood there squeezing each other while my dick started growing in my sweats.
After about a minute of that he leaned his head back and looked up at me with his mouth open a bit and this funny look in his eyes. It had been a while but I knew what that look meant so I leaned down and kissed his lips, sort of softly, while this voice in the back of my head yelled at me for being a pervert. When the kid started kissing me back, hard, it was easy to push that voice away and really start getting into it.
It wasn't like kissing my wife or most of the other women I had been with. The kid was kissing back hard while his hands, which had been part way around my big back, began to roam all over my bare chest and my arms. And since he seemed to want it the way he was giving it I did the same thing back, shoving my tongue into his mouth and squeezing his back and arms and shoulders. When my hands sort of slipped down to his ass on their own he let out this moan that made my dick shiver in my sweats. Looking back I should have been a lot more surprised by how turned on I got all of the sudden but by that point I wasn't really thinking anymore.
I just wanted to get my rocks off.
I guess he kind of led me from one stage to the next cuz it was him who finally stepped back from me and pulled his shirt off over his head. His body looked good, nice and built but not as bulky as mine. He didn't have any hair on his chest and everything was tanned like he had spent all summer outside. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks then looked me in the eye while he slowly slid his shorts and jockstrap down his legs. When he straightened up his dick was pointing straight at me, hard as mine was crammed into my sweats. I figured that needed to be changed and reached for the drawstring at my waist but before I could get it undone Dean had crossed the space between us and was on his knees in front of me.
Looking down I could see him staring at the bulge in my sweats and could feel his hands grabbing me at the back of my thighs. He opened his mouth and put it on the head of my dick which was easy enough to find cuz it was right behind the big wet spot that that had showed up down there while we were making out. When his mouth touched me my knees started vibrating and this groan came out of deep inside me. Fuck, nothing had ever felt so good and I couldn't help grabbing his head with both of my hands and pulling his face into my crotch. He helped though, cuz he wrapped his arms around my legs and held himself right there while his tongue and lips did a number on me through my sweats.
After a couple seconds I got a hold of myself and let go of his head, kind of afraid being too rough with him, but when I looked down he was staring up at me with this big brown eyes and still going at my dick. So I just closed my eyes and let him do that for a while, loving the way it felt and using my hands to twist my nipples, something I never used to do but which seemed real natural lately. When his mouth came off my dick I opened my eyes and looked down and he was kneeling there panting, his lips all wet and my big dick trying to get at him through my sweats. “Man,” he said in this ragged sounding voice, “you're so fucking hot.” I liked that, hearing how much he liked how I looked, and I just smiled this little smile while my arms went up kind of by themselves and flexed so that my biceps jumped up all big and hard. I guess it was the right thing to do cuz he moaned again and then his hands were on my shoes pulling at the laces. I stepped back and just pulled them off then undid the drawstring on my sweats, pushed them down and stepped out of them. My dick was mighty happy to be free and it stuck up in the air looking bigger and meaner than it ever had before. Dean watched me for a second and couldn't seem to decide where to look cuz his eyes kept going from my chest to my arms to my dick to my legs and back around again.
I think we both moved forward at the same time so the head of my dick met his mouth coming towards me and just slipped inside.
Once he had it, though, he latched on like it was his to keep. My legs started doing that dance again while his tongue and started working all around the head and up and down the top half of the shaft. Meanwhile, his hands started at my stomach and ran over the ridges there on up to my chest where he found my nipples and started squeezing them like I had been doing. That was a lot to for me to handle and to keep my balance I had to grab his head again which forced another good portion of my dick into his mouth. He didn't seem to mind, and when it hit the back of his throat he just made that moaning noise again and then I felt the head slide down further. By then it was too much and I was starting to see flashes of lights even though my eyes had rolled up under my eyelids where it was pretty dark. I think I managed to croak something about how I was gonna cum but to be honest I didn't try to pull him off my cock any more than he did. When my balls winched themselves up till they were plastered to the bottom of my dick I started shooting hard right down his throat. It was fucking incredible and made the other times I'd shot that day on my own seem like nothing. I was grunting all the way through and it was a bit before I noticed him shaking on his knees in front of me. Even through the fog I got scared for a second like I'd choked him or something but then the spray I felt on my feet let me know he was shooting too even though he didn't let up on my dick for a second while he did it.
My body was shaking so hard I had to go down to my knees which made him bend over even further sucking all the while. Finally I couldn't take it any more and pulled his head off my dick which stuck out from my groin, still half hard. There were a couple big packing boxes that had been flattened and laid on the ground next to us so I just sort of toppled over onto them trying to get my brain to work again. I felt Dean slide up next to me on the box and bury his face in my chest, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. I put one arm over him and the other over my forehead while every couple of seconds my body shook from these aftershocks that came from my dick and balls.
I have to admit I got a little weird as soon as I got my wits back. There were a few times when I was a kid that I fooled around with some guys in my neighborhood but we'd been too young for much to happen. Since then I'd only ever been interested in women though lately I hadn't been getting a lot of action. Now, on top of getting this big new body I had suddenly had sex with some guy, a total stranger, and even though it'd been great I was pretty confused about how I could have let it happen in the first place.
The kid obviously wasn't confused, and lying there on that box I got the idea he would've been happy to go at it again but I felt like I'd better get out of there and think a bit. I was kind of looking around the back room while all this was going through my head and saw that there was a wooden palette over by the loading door on the back wall with a bunch of those bags of protein drink shrink wrapped together on it. I pointed towards them and asked Dean if he felt like selling some of them to me.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, pulling himself off me and raising himself up on his elbows. “How many?”
I did some quick figuring in my head and told him 25 would probably do it and he gave me this look like I was crazy. Maybe I was but I just smiled back, stood up and started putting my clothes back on. He watched me the whole time I was dressing with that funny look in his eyes he'd had when we were going at it and I couldn't help noticing that his dick started acting up again.
Just looking at him lying there naked was enough to start that feeling in my groin again even though I had just shot a pretty huge load a couple minutes before but I fought off the urge to rip off the clothes I had managed to put on and throw myself on him. It helped that my stomach was starting to growl again.
Dean got up and started getting dressed too and pretty soon we were both standing there feeling kind of awkward, so finally I pulled out my wallet and handed him my credit card. We walked back out to the front of the store and he rang up the price of 25 bags of the stuff. It wasn't cheap but there didn't seem to be much choice so I signed the slip and told him I'd drive my truck around back to pick the bags up. He nodded but I could tell he wanted to say something more and had a pretty good idea what it was going to be so I headed him off.
“So do you work here very often?”
“Yeah, about four evenings a week but I have the weekends off.”
“OK,” I said and looked thoughtful. It was kind of funny and a little sad that I was playing the same games with this young guy that I had played with women most of my life. “Well, I think I may need to come back for some more stuff next week then.”
He smiled at that but the fact that he looked so happy didn't make me feel very good. I could think of a couple reasons why I didn't think I would looking him up. The fact that I might be a lot bigger by then was the first one but the truth was I felt pretty strange about what we had done together and wasn't sure about repeating it whatever my dick might say.
He came out from behind the counter so I gave him a hug, but not a very long one. As I stepped away he put a hand on my arm and felt my bicep through my sweatshirt.
“Man, I love these big fuckers,” he said as he squeezed.
I smiled back and flexed my arm which was enough to make him lick his lips and get that dreamy look which told me it was time to go. He walked me to the door and unlocked it and I told him I'd drive around back. The parking lot was pretty empty except for over by the gym which must have been open pretty late. Thinking about Jack I jogged over to my truck, my thigh and chest muscles bouncing as I ran. It was kind of strange the way my arms had to swing wider than I was used to get around my torso, and my legs rubbed together a lot more than they ever had before. Still, it felt good and I wasn't winded like I would've been a couple days before. I drove around the back of the mall to where Dean already had the loading door open. By now I was feeling the same type of hunger that'd been dogging me for the last day so I didn't waste any time getting the bags into the back of my truck. Dean offered to help but I told him to just take it easy. I guess construction usually makes a fella pretty strong and even an old guy like me has to throw around a fair amount of weight all day. Those bags felt like nothing, though, and it only took a couple trips before I had them stacked just behind the cab of my pickup. I gave Dean a wave once they were all in place then drove off towards home. It's funny how a guy's life can change so much in just a day. I glanced at my watch and realized that the night before at the same time I had been in the middle of that four hour long black patch. Before that I had just been another guy pushing 50 wondering how much longer I was gonna be able to work on houses for Ernie before he had to find some kind of busy work for me in his office. Now I looked about 20 years younger (below the neck anyway) and had young guys telling me I was too fucking hot to believe. There was no way me or anyone else could explain what the hell had happened so it seemed like there was no reason to keep trying. Instead I just started laughing at how crazy it all was and tried not to think about anything but how much I was going to like getting something in my stomach when I got home.
I stacked most of the bags of protein drink in the garage near the door to the kitchen but took three of them inside. By that time I was damned hungry so I only glanced at the back of the bag I opened before I dug around inside, found the buried plastic scoop and put four heaping scoops in a pitcher. Then I thought a second and added two more. According to the instructions that was a double serving but I figured I could use it. I mixed the stuff with water and shook the pitcher around like I had seen Dean do then chugged the whole thing right away without even getting a glass. It was still too sweet but my stomach was happy to get fed so I didn't care.
I started taking off my clothes as I headed down the hall towards the bathroom and threw them into a pile in a corner near the sink. Looking at myself mirror on the door I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hell, it even looked like I was a little bigger than I had been when I headed out to get the protein stuff but I didn't think of stepping on the scale at the time to check. I spent a couple minutes running my hands over my pecs and arms, watching them bunch and grow as I flexed them, then bent down and felt up my legs. All over my body my muscles were bigger and harder then I ever thought they could be. Maybe I should have been worried at that point cuz there was no sign that the whole thing was going to stop but I gotta admit that I got sort of excited wondering how much bigger I'd be in the morning.
It's not like I could go on getting bigger forever I figured but maybe I'd start looking like those really big guys who do those competitions you see on cable. I'd never really cared one way or another about that kind of thing except to think that it must be tough packing around that weight all the time but all of the sudden I wondered what it'd be like to be that big.
I cleaned myself up in the shower, pretty tired by that point and loving how the hot water felt. As I started relaxing I looked over my dick wondering what else it was gonna get me into. That line of thought seemed useless so just like with the blackout I decided what happened with Dean wasn't anything I needed to think about and just finished the shower. After I got out and dried myself off I glanced once more in the mirror and couldn't help flexing my left arm before heading to my bedroom. By now the whole day was starting to catch up to me and I was pretty groggy.
Somehow I stumbled to the bed, fell into it and was asleep before I knew what hit me.