Posted Mon Sep 21, 2015 | 182 Words | Tagged story

He had found the superman top in the ‘empty’ drawers in his new place. It looked like it might fit, and he loved his superheroes, so he didn’t want to bin it. He simply left it out and continued to unpack.

Later that evening he remembered it by it lying out on his desk. He decided to try it on and wow it did fit.

Forgetting about it, he fell asleep and had a great nights sleep and woke up feeling really refreshed. Something was a bit hazy and felt a little off when he looked in the mirror. He was… buff… and it was fucking awesome. He saw the lines of his muscles pushed through the top and he loved every minute of it. Hang on, wasn’t he shy? Nah, no way he’d want to hide his guns.

The only thing he did to the t-shirt was cut off the sleeves and make it into a tank top. He wanted to show off more of his muscle. What a shame half of his clothes no longer fit, but he wasn’t bothered.