==Chapter 6==
It had made absolutely no sense.
Pete had checked his phone for Tai's social media as soon as the incredibly sexy super-jock had been out of sight. But the last pic had only been a week old and shown Tai as his normal, lanky self that Pete had known from college.
Pete had wondered who that pissing musclebound sex-freak with Tai's face had been.
He wondered no longer.
It had happened when he'd still been in the car. He had nearly lost control when his arms had painfully swollen – his biceps widening by an inch or more and his forearms growing to match.
Now he was home, staring at his naked self. His body hair was gone, his undercut had turned into a mohawk without even leaving stubble.
His pecs had cramped and exploded into gorgeous boulders, popping off his frame by almost an inch, making his chest mouthwatering.
The half-Asian guy listened to Thanes explanation, with the phone lying beside him just as Thane had recommended. This left his hands free to caress his bouncy pecs and stiff nipples.
"...which means this Oni is incredibly powerful and a fate worse than death is a serious possibility," Thane finished.
"Thanks, sir," Pete said and twisted his nipple, suppressing a moan. "But how exactly do I fight the Oni?"
"You have to get a move on. I'll send you an address. I'm glad I caught you early. Maybe you won't develop as much as Tai."
"But I'll still get a himbo body like Tai, right?"
Pete very much hoped to become a perfect muscle slut like his newfound idol, but he was fine avoiding any further demonic consequences.
Thane sighed. "I'll just message you the address."
Pete picked up the phone to look, turned toward the bathroom door and his body flexed violently forward as his abs contracted. He had been warned this was going to happen so he managed to hold tightly onto his phone.
The deepening of his six pack brought a wide grin to his face.
Before his abs had fully grown, his back arched itself, turning him backward. He let the phone fly as he fell and grabbed the shower curtain. It broke his fall but came down with him.
His freshly beefed up arms protected his face from the curtain pole but he still landed hard.
Pete rose with a heavy breath. If he hadn't already been sweating, he have started now.
His mirror image was a beautiful V with his broadened upper back and his narrowed waist pointing right at his center. Would he get an ass as huge as Tai's?
Pete picked up his phone. It was a goner.
With his mood barely dampened, the glistening, mohawk'd muscle boy jerked off on his way to his computer.
It took just a few heartbeats for his five incher to rise. Looking down on himself, his below average tool appeared minuscule under the rippling pecs and abs shaped to point right at it.
Thane had sent him the map link.
Thane: Get going now. Don't waste a second.
Pete: Will do.
Still slowly jerking off, Pete bent down to pick up his tee and drooled onto it. He could no longer swallow.
The idea of being a drooling himbo was so hot he felt orgasm approach right away.
His ass cramped. Tethering on the edge of cumming Pete grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and felt the growth. He was getting a body that begged to be fucked.
He spit lubed both middle fingers and shoved them into his hole, while his other fingers gripped the rapidly expanding glutes. The growth was considerable, turning his ass into his body's most prominent part.
Merely by holding still he sent himself into a hands-free orgasm. His cum load landed on the shirt he had been about to pick up.
Pete tried slipping into his gym clothes. Too tight. His jeans? Skinny cut. Everything weather appropriate he owned was tight.
The idea of driving through town naked was too hot to ignore.
He put on a jockstrap, grabbed sweatpants without putting them on and slipped into sneakers.
As he grabbed the door handle he noticed how much he needed to piss. Within seconds the pressure grew extreme. He had never needed to piss this badly. He hadn't even known the urge could hurt this much. Every step was agony.
He didn't make it to the bathroom before losing control. He pissed into the kitchen sink. Fuck, had he really drank that much? The mostly clear stream didn't seem to want to end.
He got hard again at the memory of Tai drinking his own piss in the car. Getting hard was a problem in the middle of pissing so Pete had to press his boner down to keep aiming.
Then he was ready. Rock hard, glistening, topless and already exhausted – but ready.
Pete made it out the door in a jockstrap and sneakers, holding sweatpants and his belongings.
The elevator was empty but Pete's mind was flooded with fantasies about getting caught. His boner was impossible to hide in the jockstrap.
Then his legs gave in and he collapsed on the elevator floor. At the same time he lost control of his slightly refilled bladder and his hard dick shot a spurt upward, into his face.
His legs grew way past the new proportions of his upper body. With a whimpered "fuck" Pete watched his quads flare to a size beyond his wildest dreams.
Crouching, with his small dick pointing at him, drove home how his new proportions affected his frame.
He was an hourglass shape focused entirely on his monster ass.
The elevator doors opened just as Pete was getting back up.
Two parents and their teenage son were waiting in the garage.
"Fuck," Pete said, not so keen on being caught anymore. Drool flowed from his open mouth.
The family said nothing, only jumped back with horror.
Pete tugged his dick in and rushed past them. Walking was difficult with his new legs. He had to swagger more and must have looked drunk.
He hadn't managed to pick up the sweatpants in his rush but there was no way he'd turn around.
The shiny muscle boy jogged to his smart car and left the garage, heart pounding, dick throbbing.
Driving was difficult, because he wanted to keep exploring his body. The sweat made it so easy to let his fingers slide along the cuts between his abs and circle around his nipples.
Another difficulty was the new strength in his legs when he used the pedals, plus the changed height now that his ass was immense.
After only a minute, Pete needed to piss again. He let his dick slip out of the jockstrap pouch and aimed up. He had intended to piss right into his mouth but had underestimated the pressure. The stream hit the car's roof, then punched him in the eye.
The half-Chinese struggled to keep control of the vehicle.
He pulled over to catch his breath.
No better way to calm down than to jerk off, he thought and masturbated a second time.
One hand wandered into his ass crack, lubing up with sweat alone. His seat was soaked with piss. The smell, the sensation of his body and the thought of Tai sent Pete into overdrive.
He cummed with a muffled scream, letting saliva run down his chin and abs. He looked down to see where his cumshot had landed but the piss stream followed instantly, washing over his face. He tried to swallow as much as possible.
Then the drive continued, not the least bit less erect.
Finally someone who appreciates the demon king's work. And finally we can start threading some lose ends together. Next chapter will be a bit longer again. See you there.