Posted Fri Jul 31, 2015 | 87 Words | Tagged story

He stares gleefully at the screen. He barely even realises he’s jacking his cock. He hasn’t realised a lot lately.

He didn’t realise any difference when his face starting having a different shape in the mirror. He didn’t realise when his muscles started to stretch some of his clothes. He didn’t realise his muscles growing. He didn’t notice tattoos snaking their way around his arms.

He had noticed the spiral on his computer screen. He had noticed the words seeping in, changing him, freeing him, improving him.