Distracted by his new looks, Luke finally glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already eight o'clock at night.
He realized with a start that he had been asleep for a few hours, the deep, transformative slumber had stolen the afternoon from him. And in the wake of the metamorphosis, he hadn't even managed to take a bath. The sheer magnitude of the change was truly something else—a complete and total change that had consumed his attention and time.
"Oh, damn, I stink," Luke mumbled, wrinkling his nose in self-disgust.
The sudden realization of his unkempt state finally broke through the haze of awe over his new appearance.
He rushed out of the room and headed toward the complex's public bathroom.
On arriving at the door, he paused for a second and he Hesitated, he knocked once, then twice, to check if the place was already occupied. Silence followed
. Thankfully, the coast was clear.
Luke slipped inside, securing the lock with a decisive click.
The steam-filled air felt heavy and expectant. He began to strip off the clothes he'd slept in, the now-loose fabric sliding easily from his newly sculpted frame. He tossed his shirt aside, then his trousers, his eyes continually drawn to the sharp definition of his newly acquired muscles.
But it was when he got to his briefs, peeling the last remaining barrier of fabric down, that the final, utterly stunning surprise presented itself.
He glanced down, then his eyes shot wide. A gasp of pure, unadulterated shock escaped his lips.
"Holy cow, is this my cock?" Luke blurted out unintentionally, the words echoing loudly in the enclosed space, before covering his mouth as if to silence the words he just spoke.
What was once a part of his body he'd always considered slightly below average—an area of profound insecurity—had been completely remade.
It had morphed into a complete beast of a length and girth that took his breath away.
It was never this big. I would definitely remember that... Luke mumbled, leaning back against the cool tiled wall as he tried to process the surreal sight.
A sharp sting of memory accompanied the shock. He had always been intensely insecure about his size, a vulnerability born from a past, painful incident.
His last girlfriend had bluntly stated that it was too small for her after their first sexual encounter. Shortly after, she had left him for one of the more popular, outwardly confident guys in their circle. The rejection had left Luke with a crushingly low self-esteem and an enduring wariness of beautiful women, whom he now associated with potential cruelty and further humiliation.
But now... looking at the new reality between his legs, a slow, disbelieving smile began to spread across his face. It was enormous. It was powerful. And for the first time in a long time, the shadow of that past incident felt a little less dark.
Luke remained motionless for a long moment, the sight between his legs captivating his complete attention.
The initial shock slowly began to melt away, replaced by an intoxicating surge of disbelief and growing excitement. He had intended to shower immediately, but now, every other thought was forgotten.
He needed to know this body.
He cautiously reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and tentatively touched his new erection.
The sheer density and heat of it were staggering. It was hard, heavy, and throbbed with a power he had never known before. He carefully traced the length, his fingers trying to map the new area.
This isn't just bigger, he realized, his voice a low, shaky whisper. It's fundamentally different.
The smooth, slightly ridged head and the thick, prominent veins that crisscrossed the shaft were entirely new features.
The proportions were heroic, almost unbelievable. It wasn't just an average enhancement; it was a total transformation into something designed for sheer dominance and pleasure.
Even as Luke finally stepped toward the shower stall, his attention kept snapping back to the incredible change between his legs. The size was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.
He reached out and gently took hold of it again, flexing the muscles low in his abdomen just to watch the colossal organ twitch and lift. The feeling of the skin, the substantial weight, just the mere presence of it—it was utterly addictive.
This was not just a physical change; it was the symbolic erasure of his deepest shame. Every millimeter of new length was a victory over that cruel ex-girlfriend and the confidence she had shattered.
This is real. And This is mine, he affirmed internally, the realization sending a potent shot of confidence through his veins.
He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until a hot, steamy spray filled the cubicle. As he stepped in, the rush of water immediately made his new erection spring even harder, emphasizing its startling length against his powerfully muscled thigh.
Luke leaned his head against the tiled wall, letting the hot water sluice over his body, but his gaze remained fixed. The water droplets beaded and ran down the thick shaft, making the prominent veins stand out like powerful, blue rivers.
He used the public soap, working up a slick lather on his chest and arms, deliberately saving the centerpiece for last. When he finally brought the soapy hand down, a gasp escaped him again.
The slickness and the sheer volume of his new anatomy made the simple act of washing feel profoundly sensual.
He carefully washed the smooth, mushroom-like head, and the intensity of the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was extraordinarily sensitive, yet felt built of iron.
He realized that the sexual confidence he had always lacked was now physically embodied in this massive, beautiful organ.
The insecurity… it's gone, he mused, watching the water swirl down the drain, taking with it the dirt, the stale scent of sleep, and the last vestiges of his old, timid self.
He spent several minutes just washing and admiring it, his fingers exploring the girth and length, slowly growing accustomed to the monster he now possessed.
This was the ultimate upgrade, the cornerstone of his complete transformation. The Beast.
When he finally turned off the water, Luke stood, dripping, and reached for a towel. He felt taller, stronger, and infinitely more capable. He didn't just look like a hero; he felt like one, from the top of his head down to his new, impressive centerpiece.
During this just one thought crept in, could this be a gift of the coin?