The effects of coffee

Connors sat down feeling strangely on display in the tight lycra. However, although his muscles and his crotch were clearly on view, something about the situation made him calm and relaxed. He leant back against the soft black leather of the booth and as the next coffee arrived, he took another sip. The man opposite grinned and signalled for another beer for himself. He leant across the table, holding out his hand

"You can call me Geoff."

"I'm PC Connors."

"How very formal. You should wear gear like that more often. It looks good on you."

Connors looked down at himself. The lycra did seem to make his muscles look thicker and more developed. His chest was a visible shelf with his nipples standing blatant under the material. His thighs seemed larger and his cock was making an obvious bulge. He moved slightly to hide it under the table and took another sip.

Geoff smiled. Connors didn't realise that he had been sat in the booth for over 5 minutes looking at himself. As he had done this, he had been flexing his muscles, putting on quite a show for the leather clad man. Each time he flexed a muscle, it grew slightly and by the time Connors took another sip, his chest was at least 2" bigger, his biceps were more solid making his arms hang out from his sides and his thighs and calves were developing deep striations. His neck was thickening with muscle and his trapezoids were stretching the lycra as they developed.

"It looks like you work out a lot, PC Connors."

"Only a couple of times a week." As he said that Connors realised how stupid the statement was "I mean, every day"

Geoff nodded. "I thought as much. Do you mind giving me a few poses?"

Connors nodded. He drained the coffee and stood up. Unembarrassed, he went though a series of muscle poses for Geoffs entertainment -- and the rest of the room as well. Each time he did so, his muscles swelled further. Veins developed down his arms and legs, his waist shrunk down and his chest turned into a massive shelf. His final pose finished with a ripping noise as his chest burst through the material of his tank top.

Geoff chuckled. "It would seem you have outgrown your clothes, boy. Take those the waiter is bringing you - they will suit you much more."