A bad afternoon for Danny

Danny had come back home a few hours ago. He had eaten his lunch in almost complete silence, ignoring his relatives and opening his mouth only for eating and a few casual words. He was still shocked, unable to realize what had just happened to him. It all seemed like a dream, but is surely hadn't felt like one.

After lunch he had come upstairs in his living room. Becky and Luke would arrive in a few hours, and he still was too shocked to be useful to them. His whole body was burning in an inextinguishable fire of untamed lust, and he knew it. He was now standing in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.

He seemed somewhat different from that morning. He immediately took off his t-shirt, to better examine his chest: there were few noticeable changes, but he felt his abs were maybe a bit bigger, as well as his biceps.

"Maybe I'm simply looking too much into it..."

Then his gaze fell on his cock. It surely felt longer, bigger than usual. And worse of all, it had been stuck into a huge erection since he had left Anna. He unzipped his pants, and after a final look at the locked door he took off his briefs too.

Here he was, standing completely naked in front of the mirror. He would think he was being ridiculous in other circumstances, but Danny was delighted by that sight. His dick had really grown a few centimetres since the day before, he was certain. He had never been obsessed with measurements, but the change was simply to blatant and obvious to pass under the radar. He didn't even question how it was possible, and immediately begun to rub his cock in a lustful frenzy, thinking of Anna.

Anna, that bitch. He imagined fucking her from behind, trusting his dick inside her gorgeous ass while she moaned with passion. And why had he to stop with Anna? His fantasies drifted to Becky, and her new perfect body. He pictured her taking his dick between her huge boobs, massaging it for good... He realized one hand wasn't enough, and begun to rub his cock with both his arms, with all his newfound strength. It was like he had become unable to cum.

"Fuck! Why the hell can't I cum?"

He struggled for a few minutes, trying to image more and more depraved acts of sex, but he still wasn't able to fulfill his wants. He was despaired. He looked at his reflection in the mirror: he appeared nervous, worried, unhappy. And his erection wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"How the hell is this possible?"

He looked once more into the mirror: all his skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, like if he had run for miles and miles. He had hoped meeting with Anna would relieve his sexual tension, but it didn't do anything but exacerbate his untameable desires. His libido was an at all time high, and he felt like if he wasn't able to relieve his stress he would explode.

"What is happening to me? My body... This simply doesn't feel right!"

He decided to do one of the few things which maybe could distract him: workout. Still naked, he got down on the floor and begun to do a few push ups.