12 DAYS OF GROWTHMAS – December 3rd (Patreon)

When Max woke up two days later, he felt changed. The first thing he noticed was the energy flooding through his body in waves. He felt strong enough to conquer the world!

The daily posing session, the inspection of his face and body, was taking longer every morning. Ever since he’d started putting on weight, it had been hard to keep his hands off his new mass.

Everyone else in his life seemed to have the same problem. Whenever he was on the train to work, there was no getting away from the longing gazes at his pecs, and even the occasional hand discreetly brushing his ass. Max had yet to buy clothes that fit his new frame, and he enjoyed teasing them a little bit, knowing everything he wore clung tightly to his meatier form.

What was even crazier was that the changes kept coming. Today, he noticed even his face seemed more attractive, more masculine than a few days before. He traced the line of his jaw with his fingers and felt the bone structure, more prominent and angular than he was used to. The short beard he sported was denser and darker. His jaw has broadened, squaring off his face. And under his wider, thicker brows, his eyes were radiant with power—enough that he stopped the inventory of his body just to gaze at himself. He was stunning!

When he got out of the shower, his hair seemed to be perfectly styled already without any effort on his part. As he ran his hands through it, he realized how much bigger his hands seemed to be today. Max looked down—his feet, too. Definitely closer to 12s than 11s now.

Instead of asking himself what was happening to him, he just gave himself a cocky wink, threw a shirt on, and was out the door.

All eyes on the train were on him. Everything on him, especially his shoes, was tighter than ever today, but if anything this only seemed to increase the pleasure everyone took in looking at him. Their reactions gave him even more confidence in his new skin.

When he arrived at the bakery, the compliments started to flow. His co-workers couldn’t seem to help themselves.

“The new haircut suits you, Max!”

“Been bulking up, have you?”

“I’ve said it before, but your hands are made for this job! You can knead twice as much dough as I can.”

He became aware that every customer coming in for pastries or a pie was following him with their gazes. Eyes that had been glued to smartphone screens suddenly were only interested in him, his face, his pecs in the tight shirt. One man admired so long that he forgot what he’d come in for. And most impressed of all were the two guys in red sweaters who almost looked like twins. Something about their faces looked a little strange (almost as if they’d been gnomes in a previous life), but they were no less entranced than anyone else.

Max was enjoying the newfound power he seemed to have over people. It was only a matter of time before he would be ready to start putting it to use.

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