What's the Rush?

"I told you! Stop looking at me!" said my boyfriend, Lucas, covering his face.

"Baby, please," I begged him, "I keep telling you -- you look fine. In fact you look... great."

"So what?" he said defensively, "You didn't like the way I looked before? Is that it? You'd rather I look like this big, dumb, hairy... lug!? Is that what you're saying? God! I hate guys like this -- dumb muscleheads who spend their whole life in the gym and who couldn't give a fuck about just 'regular' guys like you and me -- and now I look just like one of them!"

"Lucas," I said, "You know I love you for who you are on the inside, and you know that I love you for the way you looked before. Okay? I can't say that enough. But look -- neither one of us had any idea that this experiement you signed up for would lead to... well, this!"

"The professor said it would be reversible!" he said, "Does this look reversible!?"

He stood up from the bed, his impressive naked body now in full sight -- every bit a physical improvement over his old one. He had easily grown several inches in height, and had gained perfectly-proportioned muscles all over his broadened frame. He had hair in places where I don't think he had even been able to grow hair before, and his whole appearance was just more masculine. In other words, he had become the complete opposite of the Lucas I had known for the past eight months.

"Well," I said, "We don't know if it's reversible yet. The professor is working on it. If he made something that can do this to you, he has to be able to do something that can change you back. Right?"

He flopped down on the bed, clearly unused to his newfound size and weight.

"But what if he can't, Ian? And what if I'm stuck like this? Would you still love me?"

"Baby," I said, sitting on the bed beside him and taking in all of the changes really for the first time up close, "Of course I would still love you."

"Well," he said, bashfully biting his lip and looking down at the fur-covered slabs of muscle that now hung from his chest, "I guess maybe it could be kinda cool..."

He tentatively flexed the muscles, watching them bounce up and down at his command. He chuckled -- it was a total straight-boy kind of a chuckle, deep and boyish and the same time.

"I guess so," I said, blushing, "Do you wanna show me what else you can do with that new body of yours?"

"But what about the professor?" he asked, "I thought we were going to go down to his lab this afternoon to see if he's made any progress."

"The professor can wait," I said, experimentally reaching out to feel the muscles in his arms (wow, they felt amazing!), "Anyways, what's the rush?"