Echo

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She was everywhere in the gym with the mirrors completely covering the inside walls.

Worse, he couldn't stop staring at her pert, shapely ass in the shorts he wore. They were somehow tight enough to show the bottom curve of her cheeks while his tank top did nothing to hide her breasts. As he moved around, he occasionally caught sight of her nipples and his cheeks burned while he glanced around to see if anyone else noticed before realizing that nobody else could see her.

It took serious concentration to ignore her and he found himself looking elsewhere - at the other men around him, mostly. They grunted through their workouts while he set himself up at his first station. Her breasts lay against the chest cushion until he glanced away to look at the guy across from him. At his sweat-covered bulging muscles flexing every time he moved.

Todd shook his head. He stood to grab the pull-down bar, sat and pulled. His muscles trembled and he lifted himself while the weights barefly shifted on the machine.

What the hell? he wondered while leaning to look at how much weight he'd added to see if he'd made a mistake. It was his standard amount, but he could feel his aching muscles and he shrugged while taking twenty pounds off by adjusting the pin.

The plates shifted slightly before slamming back down. Todd frowned, leaned over and moved the pin again. Now the plates moved and he groaned but was unable to do more than bend his arms.

"Dammit," he cursed under his breath while massaging his shoulder. "What the fuck?"

Finally, he lowered it by an additional forty pounds, sat back and pulled. His arms still trembled but he was able to bring the bar down to his chest.

In the mirror, she brought the bar below her tits and they lifted when he slowly brought the bar up. Her breasts almost slipped out of the tank top while her nipples dragged against the fabric and he nearly let the entire bar go as he watched her.

"Fucking Christ, lady," Todd muttered. He refocused his attention elsewhere - watching another man's form while doing squats - until he finished his set and moved on to the next machine.

A few other women worked out around him in tight Speedo and sports bras. He glanced carefully at them, never lingering too long out of fear of being called out. Still, he watched and found himself comparing them to the woman in the mirror.

As he hurried through his reduced workout, he was forced to halve the amount of weight he'd used previously and sometimes use less than half. Sweat shined on his body while his muscles trembled and he gasped with the effort of every new set.

Bad sleep, maybe? he asked himself as he made his way back to the locker room. I guess if it keeps up, I'll go to the doctor.

Todd avoided the mirrors inside the locker room as much as he could out of fear that the others would somehow see her if he paid attention to her. He stripped, placed his clothes in his locker and brought his body wash into the shower where a few others already stood beneath a steady stream of hot water. He joined them, picking a spot in the corner to rinse the sweat from his body. The shower massaged his aching muscles and he moaned as he turned in a slow circle.

She was there in his mind's eye. Her reflection as he worked out. Her breasts nearly spilling forth. Her nipples erect and excited, twin dimples against the thin tank top he wore. The bottom of her ass cheeks bare when standing and the shorts pulling tight against her hips when sitting. His cock throbbed and hardened and he reached for it until he realized where he was.

Fuck! he gasped while turning to face away from the other men.

He pushed the thought of her away and the men replaced her. Their defined muscles from hours spent at the gym. He'd never been able to reach their heights and he admired them for it - for their bulk. God knows if they had seen the woman in the mirror, they would've gone crazy. No bra with her tits hanging out for every guy to see. Rubbing their bulges as they stared at her ass. Coming over to offer to help. Touching her. "Accidentally" grinding against her.

Todd breathed quickly while leaning against the shower wall. He could see it in his imagination and the thought excited him. These huge men running their hands over her body, beneath her tank top, pulling down her shorts and bending her over. His nipples hardened, twisting and he shuddered when water drilled into them. A soft moan escaped his lips.

Loose hair covered his body until the shower pulled them down to his legs and further to the floor to swirl around the drain. He turned slowly, reaching his hands up to scratch the stubble covering his face and his nails clawed against his smooth cheeks. More red appeared on his scalp as his wet hair slid down to touch the base of his neck. When he ran his fingers through his thicker hair, the brown slowly changed to auburn.

He raised his head to let the water massage his aching nipples and the tender flesh beneath them. His cock bobbed and throbbed and he whimpered at the need to touch himself while, in his imagination, the redhead bounced on a man's cock with her shorts pulled aside, one firm hand holding her wrists behind her back and the other gripping her throat. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy from one orgasm after another.

When the shower sprayed against the head of his cock, he shoved his fingers into his mouth to bite hard and stifle an even louder moan. Thousands upon thousands of new nerve endings were forming beneath the head and the dark red skin lightened slowly while the flared, circumcised head pulled flat.

"Bending. Her over," he whispered, seeing it so very clearly. Bending over a weight bench with her head down and her ass up, pulling down her shorts for whoever wanted to use her. Curly red hair hiding her face. "Moaning like a s- s- slut."

His nostrils opened and closed and he whimpered, louder and louder until his teeth crunched against bone and his throat vibrated from a low, long moan. Cum splattered against the wall in thick ropes. It was suddenly too much. The head of his dick was suddenly oversensitive and he covered it with his free hand as it slowly grew limp.

"God. God," he panted while running his hand over his body and up against his firm, thumb-thick nipples.

Todd detached the shower head to rinse the cum from the walls, staring at it as it swirled away and seeing her covered in it instead. Shiny cum on her back as she bounced her ass for the next to take her, begging them to finish inside of her this time.

"Such a slut," he whispered.

He finished rinsing off and he walked through the locker room, blushing as he stared at the other men.

They'd be the ones to do it, he thought to himself and he felt his cock stir briefly beneath his towel.

After drying himself off, he found himself spending longer than he should on his hair. A glance at his watch told him he was already late and he cursed under his breath as he kept rubbing his head until he could feel the dry tips of his hair against his ears.

His underwear and clothing fit loosely against his body, but he was in too much of a rush to think about it. He finished dressing, gathered his belongings and left. A loud crash, followed by a grunt pulled his attention as he passed the front desk. He turned to see a well built man apologizing for dropping his weights. Todd stared, tracing the hardened lines in the man's well-defined arms and legs with his eyes and he exhaled with his lips parted when he looked at his broad, strong hands. He could almost feel those fingers against her ass, spreading her apart.

"God," he gasped before rousing himself and leaving.

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The touch of his clothes drove Todd to distraction as he sat in an afternoon meeting. They hung against his smaller body yet it was the way they touched his completely hairless skin that left him gripping the arm of his chair and biting his lips.

Any movement made the clothes caress his body and he found himself growing more and more aroused as the day progressed. It was a slow burning thing that surprised him and sent shivers down his spine while his cock throbbed, half hard, in his pants.

His nipples pressed against his shirt and several people eyed him curiously while wondering how they'd never noticed how large they were. One department head bit back laughter in the middle of the meeting when reading a short email from another coworker in the same meeting that said, simply: they could cut glass.

Finally, it was too much.

"Excuse me," Todd said quietly, pushing back in the plush chair to stand and leave the room.

His breathing was fast and erratic while blood rushed to his cheeks and ears. Despite his aching cock, he forced himself to walk slowly to the private bathroom, locking it behind him and bending over the sink to stare at the redhead.

"Show me," he told her while unbuttoning his vest. He pulled it off and laid it on the counter before pulling his tie off and watching her mimic the motion.

There was sensuality in the way she wore his clothes. In the way she stripped, tugging at the tie until it was loose and then tossing it aside. Unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his slacks.

He stared at the undershirt she wore in the mirror. At the way her breasts filled it out. He reached up to touch his chest and he watched her hands surround her breasts while her fingers circled her nipples and his moan was barely drowned out by the overhead fan when he pinched and pulled and twisted his own nipples until they were hard and throbbing.

"Show me," he gasped, panting as he pulled his shirt free.

Her breasts lifted and then dropped, slapping together before settling against her chest. He whimpered at the sight of it while unbuckling his slacks and unzipping them. Todd shoved at pants and underwear until they slid down his creamy thighs to pool around his shoes.

He stared at her tits while stroking his cock, moaning at the sight of the lewd faces she made in the mirror. He couldn't get hard, but he didn't care. He pumped himself from just beneath the head and up over it with short strokes that left him whimpering as he played with his chest and stared at the way her tits bounced and how her fingers pressed into the soft skin.

Sweat formed on his forehead before falling down his cheeks. He licked his lips and they filled out, curving slightly while they grew plump and full. He smiled at himself briefly before his eyes fluttered and his lashes lengthened while more joined until they were thick and long and enticing.

She was a porn star he could manipulate in whatever way he wanted. A perfect doll on strings mimicking his desires as he rubbed the head of his limp dick.

"Yes, God, yes, you're beautiful," he said with a husky, needy voice that wasn't quite his own.

It was coming. His orgasm - a monstrous thing that was building upon the steadily growing arousal he'd felt all day. Todd whimpered and pinched his nipple while massaging the flat, hairless skin surrounding it.

Milk ducts threaded their way through the flesh beneath while fatty tissue formed, stretching the surrounding skin until small bumps formed against his chest, just enough to press into his palm.

His gasping, high pitched moan filled the room when the orgasm finally broke. Cum dribbled from the tip of his softcock while his legs grew weak. He grabbed at the counter to hold himself up before slowly letting himself down onto his knees.

"God. God!" he moaned, hands against his face, pulling at his lips and down to his chest.

Todd's thighs trembled from the aftershocks pulsing through his body. He raised his arms to the sink in order to rest his forehead against them while trying to relax his body. His short, auburn hair brushed against his neck, tickling his ears until he reached up to pull the strands back.

Definition faded from the man's toned ass. It sagged for a moment before filling out, growing rounded as it swelled behind him. Two small dimples appeared low on his back, just above the cheeks. As they grew, bones shifted in his waist, pushing against his narrow sides. His sacrum opened and his hips widened in return. Pain surprised him with a sharp click when the femoral heads at the tips of his femurs were forced outward into a new angle. He sat back to massage his sides until the discomfort passed.

A thin tunnel opened deep in his hips. A rudimentary uterus connected to it and it split to raise the twin folded wings of his nascent fallopian tubes.

When he trusted himself to stand, he pulled himself up and stared at the woman with her lust-filled, half closed eyes and full, parted lips.

"You little slut," he said, smiling at her with an impish, hungry grin.

His boxer briefs teased his smooth legs before pulling tight against his waist as he slid them up and they outlined his ass and hips. He stared at her in the mirror, admiring the way his slacks hugged her perfect proportions while he struggled to pull his belt tight. The prong refused to reach the well-worn fifth punch hole and he was forced to loosen it down to the second hole.

A quick glance at his watch, which spun loosely on his thin wrist, showed him that he was done for the day. He nodded and grabbed a few hand towels to clean up after himself before unlocking the bathroom.

The shift in the angle of his thigh bones forced his gait to change. His hips swayed as he walked and a few people turned to stare at him, glancing down at his round ass by reflex until they realized what they were doing and who they were looking at. Oxytocin and endorphins pulsed through Todd's body, along with a constant higher supply of estrogen. He floated through the cubicles on a cushion of bliss until he reached his office.

After retrieving his briefcase, he left, nodding at a few coworkers who continued to stare at him in bewilderment. The cuffs at the end of his trouser's pant legs caught against the hells on his oxford shoes, causing him to scuff his feet on the way to his car. Once outside, the wind ruffled his hair, whipping it around his head. Pulling and tugging, dragging it down against his back as the curly red hair lengthened past his shoulder blades. His loose, baggy shirt fluttered around him as he hurried to his reserved parking spot to slip into the quiet comfort of his car.

The detail of the woman in the mirror never ceased to amaze him. Her hair had been messy before his shower and now even the wind had affected her somehow. He sat up to look at her before shaking his head and adjusting his seat to pull it forward so his feet could reach the pedals.

Traffic already backed up far enough to annoy him. He sighed, merged and waited in queue with the rest of them.

Small cramps seized his lower stomach. Tiny little pains that flared into painful existence before fading away and resurfacing once more. He reached down to idly massage his crotch as his body fat began to move, gathering in his mons pubis to lift it while pushing it forward, shifting his cock slightly in return.

Fine red-gold hairs emerged over his mound in a feathery spray.

More than an hour later, as the sun was beginning to set, Todd pulled into the parking lot of his favorite bar. He eased into a spot, turned off his car and stepped out with a groan. The man pressed the tips of his thumbs into his lower back while stretching and then raised his hands high to the sky. Joints popped and he sighed in relief before making his way into the bar.

Men turned to stare at him, glancing at his face and down to his chest, until he passed and their eyes lowered to his ass. A few elbowed their companies while nodding and smirking.

The soreness Todd felt earlier at the back of his mouth had spread down to encompass his entire throat. He rubbed his Adam's apple and it melted away with every pass of his fingers until nothing was left.

He sat himself on a stool at the end of the bar, just in front of one of their many televisions and he adjusted himself in an effort to ease the faint, throbbing ache he felt from his testicles.

"What can I get started for you, hun?" the bartender, a young black-haired woman, asked.

"Whiskey," Todd said with a high, sweet voice.

A fight played out on the television. He watched it with his fingers tapping a staccato rhythm on the bar - tick tick tack tic, tick tack tack tick. His trimmed nails pushed forward to strike against the glossy wood while slim fragments of bone shaved away from his fingers and the skin tightened. The change repeated throughout all ten fingers before cascading up to his wrists. He made fists with his delicate new hands and his nails bit into his palms.

The bartender placed a coaster in front of him and a glass, filled with honey-colored liquid, followed after. He nodded his thanks and lifted it to take a sip.

The alcohol warmed him and he took another sip. When he'd finished the glass, he signaled for another and was surprised at how tipsy he already felt. He smiled at the redhead staring at him from the mirror backing the bar. And then he giggled.

"So warm," he whispered while reaching up to scratch his cheeks. He moaned softly and pressed the butt of his palm against his face with his head down. Bones shifted, raising his cheeks while pulling back on his broad chin.

"Here you- uh," the bartender said as she stared into his face. "Uh. Here you go."

"Pheeew," Todd blew out after his second sip of the new drink. It burned going down his throat and his head swam while his entire body relaxed.

"Hey, drinking alone?" a voice said by his side.

Todd frowned and turned and looked up at the man standing by his side. He was older, slightly, with a few gray hairs in his slick-back black hair.

Attractive enough, Todd thought.

"Yes, obviously," he told the man before turning back to his drink.

"You want some company?" the man asked.

"What do you-" Todd swiveled on his stool. His voice climbed in anger. "Look, pal, I'm not interested in men. There's clubs for that. Piss off."

Despite the outburst, the man appeared unshaken.

"That's fine, too," he told Todd with a smile. When he stepped closer, Todd leaned back. "You could join my wife and me to-"

"Are you deaf or just stupid?" Todd asked. "Fuck. Off!"

"Sir, she said no," the bartender told the man.

The pronoun slipped past Todd as he seethed in his chair and gathered himself for a potential fight.

"Fine, fine," the man said while raising his hands. He turned and walked away with a muttered, "Flat chested bitch."

"Sorry about that," the bartender said. She stared at the man, noticing where he sat and marking him for the future. "Might want to keep an eye on your drink. I'll try to watch, too."

"'s fine," Todd said while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't think he'd steal it."

"Uh, yeah, I mean, sure," the girl said. A customer called out for her and she glanced back at Todd with another strange look before walking away.

"Lightweight tonight," Todd told himself while rolling the glass between his hands.

He slowed down, enjoying the match on television while taking smaller sips of his drink. The fight was brutal and not something he usually watched, but their athleticism was undeniable and it stirred something new within him that left him watching the men closely with the glass dragging against his bottom lip. His pale cheeks were reddened and his eyes lowered while he watched them move. The raw aggression was intoxicating to him. He reached a hand down to touch his limp cock with a breathy moan before taking his hand back to finish his drink.

"Too drunk ta drive," he slurred while retrieving his phone. He called up a car and asked for a glass of water to drink while waiting for it to arrive.