Hiding among the large overgrown bushes, I tried to mask the glow of my naked body as the moonlight shone over me. Holding my breath as the police car whirls past at speed, their sirens blasting as their lights illuminate everything in a flashing blue strobe. I sit a moment, making sure it is clear before darting across the road. Rushing into my apartment, my heart pounding violently as I slam the door behind me, leaning against it breathless and slightly confused. The last I could remember was going to bed here in my apartment. Then I woke up in the middle of the park, naked and covered in blood and dirt.
My body ached in ways I couldn't explain, both inside and out. As though a bus had hit me, not that I knew what that felt like, but it was as if my bones had broken and then put back in my body. I felt wrong. Too tired to take a shower just yet, I slip back into my bed, needing to let my body rest. I was sure it would all make sense in the morning.
Smacking my fist down, a firm whack on the button to turn off my alarm, as I stretch my arms and legs. The dull aching and oddness remained from last night. Laying there a moment, I lift the blanket. As I glance at my naked body before me, I gasp, not recognising what I saw. How do I put into words what I saw?..... well.
Before going to sleep, I would describe my physical appearance and physique as ordinary, slightly lean, or even normal. Average height, with a thin body and thin legs, my penis was a bit on the small side, but it was in proportion. I certainly had nothing to make women turn their heads or start drooling if they saw me naked. But I was happy with what I had.
Yet now, before me, was something completely different, leaving me utterly shocked and in disbelief.
My chest was broad and big, my abdomen adorned a six-pack, firm and very prominent. As for my legs, well, three trucks of solid muscle. My penis had immediately nearly made me shout, as it was huge. Both in length and width, my pubic hairs seemed different too. Neatly surrounding my bulky shaft to my balls, which were also bigger.
Dropping the blanket, I slide from the bed and stand in my wardrobe. Pulling open the door, so I could view myself in the mirror which hung from it. As I stood there, staring at the new reflection before me, I just couldn't believe it. Even my arms and hands were different.
Kneeling in the mirror, moving close to the glass, I look at my face. Now this was the same, but with a subtle difference, my eyes. Instead of being the deep blue they were, they now had a slight hint of green. Although the blue was bright, the green flashed among it, drawing my attention. Glancing into my lap, I touch my new length, lifting and admiring its size and girth.
Noticing the dried blood and dirt all over my body, touching it. Unable to find any cuts or reason for the blood, though could see it wasn't mine. Perhaps I had led on a dead animal or something while I was lying in the dirt at the park. I was on the ground when I woke up. Nothing made sense.
Running my hands through my hair, I stop. The hair surrounding my fingers felt different. I hadn't noticed, though it seemed thicker and healthier. It was long, to just below my shoulders, blonde with a slight wave. I wore it loose. I tied it back for work, mainly so I didn't get it caught in engines. As a mechanic, this was a daily possibility.
Composing myself, I walk to my bathroom and take a shower. Discovering my new body as I wash every inch. Still in shock that this was even happening, I felt like I had woken up as someone new. Like I'd been reborn, knowing this was ridiculous. You couldn't grow muscles and enhance body parts overnight. With no explanation for what happened, nor why I was outside naked in the early hours of the morning, with my body tainted with blood.
I had to leave for work soon, quickly pulling on a grey vest with a pair of blue jeans. Searching for a pair of socks, finding a pair, I quickly pull them on, followed by my boots. Everything felt tight, as though it was being stretched to its maximum because of my new physique. Pulling on my jacket, and grabbing my helmet, I leave my apartment.
It was a clear morning; the sun was coming up, and it had the promise of a nice day. Relieved, as riding in bad weather was not appealing. Starting my bike, I lift my leg over the seat and get comfortable. Pulling off, out onto the road, I feel a sense of power run through me. Pulling back the throttle hard, I ride fast. Not aware of what was around me, that was until I pulled into my work. I'd arrived in minutes, a ride which would normally have taken thirty. Confused, I sit for a moment with the rumble of the engine beneath me. I look at myself in the office's reflection window, noticing my size. Shaking my head, still trying to make sense of it all. Turning off my bike, I pull off my helmet and hang it on the bars. Walking briskly inside, hoping no one would notice me arriving.
"Ryan, hey dude that you?" I hear from Keith as I approach. He stares at me in shock. "Eh dude, what the fuck?" His jaw dropped.
"Exactly what I thought this morning." I pat him on the back as I pull off my jacket, hanging it on the rack behind him.
I turn and look at the ramp. An old fiesta from yesterday was waiting for a new exhaust.
"Want me to get that finished?" I shout to him, seeing he's joined now by Suzie from the office, both staring at me and whispering.
I ignore them and start working on the car. Still sensing them watching, I could hear Suzie's heels nearing the pit. I could see them, with her slender legs stretching beyond where I could see. Her perfume fills my nose as I peer up at her. Still unable to see anything more than her smooth legs and heels.
"Alright, Suzie?" I ask while holding the back box in one hand and trying to tighten the nuts holding it to the car in the other. Her timing is terrible.
"You gonna come and say good morning properly?" She says, in a demanding manner.
"Kinda busy, but hey, morning," I shout to her, trying to continue without dropping anything.
I could sense she wasn't happy. Stomping her heels, she turns and walks away. The fast clicks as she rushed away made me chuckle to myself. Now it was secure. I move out of the pit, wiping my hands down my jeans. As I lower the car down, Keith comes over.
"So whatcha done, seriously dude, looking good?"
I laugh, catching his eye. I could see he was wanting me to answer, though I didn't have one.
"Woke up a new me is all." Seeing the car was down, I moved to open the driver's door, hearing Keith mutter something.
"What mate?" I glare at him.
"Oh nothing, just Suzie is waiting for you." He walks through the garage, back to the Audi he was working on.
Driving the car round to the front, I lock it and head to the office. Having to give Suzie the keys, there was no way of avoiding her. Walking in, I dangle the keys up to her. She smiles as she takes them, her long nails brushing my fingers purposefully as she stares at me.
"All done. Let them know I checked the oil filter and sump too. All were good. It's ready to rock."
It was clear she wasn't paying any attention. I could see her eyes were moving up and down my body instead of listening to me.
"Suzie?" I snap. She instantly looks at my face, fumbling with the keys, as she takes a couple of deep breaths.
"Oh, eh, yes, I will book it in." She says, slightly flustered, trying to compose herself.
"No, it's ready to go, are you alright?" Seeing the redness of her cheeks, so I knew she felt embarrassed, not like her. Normally she was fierce and quite a stern bitch, to be honest.
"Right sorry. You em......you made me jump." She coughs and smooths her forehead, tiny beads of sweat forming, her cheeks flushed.
