Blowing up

Looking down at the still whimpering puddle of Sam and seed. Her slight shivers light her face up beautifully. With each of her rumbles, the parting of her breathless lips, her fluttering eyes and flushed and rosy cheeks. For a second time having fucked the consciousness from her in under an hour.

Her blissful mind dreaming warm, deep and filling embraces of Ed. The dream of him; strong, tall, handsome and... dominating her. Slowly the dreams became the real.

His pants buzzing somewhere nearby, finally pulling his gaze from her. Grabbing his pants and taking them with him to the bathroom, fishing out the phone as he went. His body was broiling but completely missed in his post-cotial skipping step.

27 missed messages?! WTF?

The screen unlocked and he peered through, all from the same person. Anya, one of his older sister's friends from Highschool. Since she left for college last year, they’d only talked once? Maybe it was for his Sister…yeah that would figure.

Scrolling up to the beginning quickly.

Heeeey <3
Hellloooo ;)
You up? I was thinking about you.
Is your Sister home? Are you alone?
Oh please answer

The rest were more and more needy, with the last few simply just having face rolled the keyboard.

Ed was a bit taken back, trying to reel back his mind to anything they’d ever talked about. The only thing was time of Truth or Dare, where she barged into his room and kissed him. It was quick and passionless. Only made worse by the mirthful giggling of her friends who spurred it on…and his sister.

He sighed. Today was weird, setting the phone down so he could rest there at the counter. Taking a look up to himself, his widening to the sight. His face was different, no pock or scars; not even lines. The previously slight bumps of muscle had now grown, a slight chest now trying to stand up on his chest. His shoulders and arms looked fuller too! He wouldn’t be doing competitions or anything. But from having nothing to anything, felt very empowering. From the slight shelf burgeoning on his chest, the groves had cut deeper lines traveling the meaty intersection of abdomen, six faint blocks now rising to his breath.

He had to step back and look at himself more directly. Twisting to see his legs showed the definition of muscle had clearly gone everywhere.

The phone screen lights up, Anya again.

Your Sister said you had the house to yourself. So we are coming over. >:)

A cold shock hit him as he read the words, he had barely understood what was happening to his body let alone this…WAIT? WE?!!