Birthday Package

(Happy Birthday Mr. Cavanagh)

“That’s strange?” he thought as he opened the door, “I don’t remember ordering anything on Amazon.”

But the box laying outside Mr. Cavanaugh’s door was not from Amazon. As a matter of fact, no return address was printed on the top. The package had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and even though it was the morning of Cavanaugh’s birthday, he had not been expecting a present so mysterious, assuming it was a present at all.

He brought it into the dinning room and cut open the tape. With ever moment, his curiosity spiked, and he seemed to draw closer and closer to whatever was waiting in that box.

He threw it open, but only to find a small messy lump of blue fabric. “C’mon,” he said, disappointed, “is that really it?” He lifted it up and unraveled it. It was a t-shirt, with the Captain America shield logo printed on the front in a grungy texture. Strangest of all, though, the shirt was several sizes too large.

“Weird,” he said. But, it was a gift, seemingly, so he might as well try it on, even if he didn’t know necessarily where it was from. Mr. Cavanaugh removed his sleep shirt that he’d been wearing before, and slipped on the logo tee. It flopped around on his body, too big to fit his frame.

But as soon as the fabric settled itself on the skin, something began to change. He couldn’t put his finger on what, but suddenly, as if he’d just came seconds ago, his whole body began to feel sensitive. Every time the shirt made the slightest motion across his skin, it would send shivers throughout his whole body.

“Woah,” he laughed a little in spite of himself. Everything was tingling now, and he had to lay down on the couch to keep from keeling over in the middle of the dining room.

As he sat down, he closed his eyes. He let the tingling sensation overtake him, and as it did, he began to feel himself up from underneath the fabric of his jeans. His cock expanded, shockingly so, and within a matter of seconds, he was already edging.

By now, the tingling had made his body go numb. He couldn’t feel anything but rich sexual pleasure as the shirt continued to glide across his chest. It was strange, he thought, the shirt was so big, there wasn’t too much actual chest for it to glide on. And that’s when he opened his eyes, and he saw what was actually going on.

His chest was colossal. Laying on the couch, he could scarcely see across the landscape of his pecs towards his legs. He proved himself up. The ends of his jeans were starting to rip, ever so slightly, to accommodate the mass of his new calves and his new tights. Most noticeable was his height. Perviously, there was about a half foot of space between his feet and the edge of the couch. Now, they were handing off the side.

“What the fuck?” he said. Fighting the tingling, he ran to the bathroom and slapped on the light. He could see in the mirror now more clearly what was going on. His muscles were expanding, filling in the shirt that was previously so small on him. His legs were growing and his ass was balloting, but most noticeably now were his arms. Cavanaugh watched as his hands grew, his forearms tightened, and his biceps practically burst forth from the formally loose sleeves. They grew so much his left sleeve began to ride up his shoulder, revealing a small black tattoo he recognized as belonging to Chris Evans.

Suddenly, he understood. He looked up at the mirror just in time to see his face harden with deep lines and creases, a thick brown beard burst forth from his face. He groaned in a voice instantly recognizable as Evans’, and threw his head back as the final change began to occur.

He’d known his cock was growing, but he didn’t know that it was actually growing until then. Until the zipper of his pants started to ride down. Until the bulge he’d admired in so many moves started to form like a baseball on his crotch. Until he felt the warmth of his spunk soak his underwear, and he threw his head back screaming “YES.”

Mr. Cavanaugh, or Mr. Evans as I should say, came so hard that he practically collapsed in the bathroom. It wouldn’t be the first time though, he was in for one hell of a birthday now, Who wouldn’t give to have the miraculous body and handsome features as Captain America? Not to mention his package. And no, I’m not talking about the shirt.

Though I must say, it adds a nice touch.