Tonight, you’ll go to bed with the same thought you have before every birthday: it’s just another day. And sure, there’s nothing truly “special” about a birthday. You don’t look or feel any older than the day before. Nothing really changes… except for the date.
But tomorrow will be different. Because tomorrow, in the wee hours of the morning, something is going to happen that will change your life forever.
It’ll start with a dream. In the dream, you’ll be walking in a thick forest, dense trees on either side. Mist will start to rise off the mossy ground, rising to your knees, then up to your waist. Before you know it, you’ll be submerged in a powerful, purple haze, seeping under your clothes and tickling your pores.
You’ll fall back against a tree, panting hard as a feeling of arousal overtakes your body. As you look down through the haze, you’ll be able to make out skin rippling and rising like a tide across the surface of your body. Only when you run your hand across it will you be able to feel the muscles building inside, will you be able to grasp the extent of your rapid change.
Your knees will shake. Unable to hold the weight of your new muscular body, you’ll collapse onto the forest floor, where the mist is at its thickest.
The changes will increase. Hair sprouting from every inch of you, until you’re covered in a thin carpet of tiny black fibers, each so sensitive that one brush of your own hand will send you writhing in pleasure.
You’ll start to think of the ramifications of this transformation; about how sex will feel with the body of a hyper-masculine god. Your mind will go to the dozens of partners you’ll have, the harem of men lined up in worship of your body. People will come from miles around to feel you flex, to touch your thick hairy pecs, and feel your heart fluttering as gallons of cum spew from the tip of your cock.
Speaking of cock, I almost forgot about your last change. In the thick of the mist, you’ll feel a strain against your pants, An insatiable urge as primal as hunger or thirst, a desperate need to release your seed.
With one violent tug, you’ll tear your jeans to shreds, unleashing a freshly grown 12-inch dick, and with one powerful thrust, you’ll shove it into the ground like a pike in fresh soil. The first orgasm will hit you. Then the second. Then the third. Each time you’ll worship your own body more passionately, caressing and groping and slapping your hard hairy flesh until you’ve got no more cum left to give. Until you’re nothing more than a panting, sweaty mess, thrusting into the forest floor like a wild animal.
And then you’ll wake up.
At first, everything will be sore. Your mind will drift to memories of last night’s dream in wistful longing. If only it were real, you’ll think. You won’t even notice how disproportionate your body will feel as you stumble to the bathroom to get a look at yourself in the mirror.
That’s right; it wasn’t a dream. For your 25th birthday, you’ve been given the gift of pure masculinity. The body some guys will work their entire lives for yet never achieve. The body Greek poets wrote entire volumes about.
And what will you do with it? Beats me, though I suspect you’re going to spend your big 25 with a guy who can take that foot long cock. Maybe even several of them. Who’s to say. All I know is that you’re going to have a very, very happy birthday.
How’s that for “just another day?”
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