Jack was absolutely buzzing. Part of that was the natural energy his new muscles were providing him, but it was also that... well, the button worked! It was so incredible and unbelievable that he was still wrapping his head around it. He could do ANYTHING. If it worked the same way every time, all he had to do was think of something, and with one press he could make it so. And he could think of a LOT of things.
If anything, that was the only problem right there. Even with just a brief musing, Jack could think of SO MANY things he could do with the button. Literally any problem he had, any potential problem - hell, just anything that wasn't absolutely perfect in his life could be fixed so easily. Where the hell would he start?
Jack ended up just staring at himself in the mirror for a while, pondering these questions as well as admiring his new, super athletic form. His face didn't appear to have changed too much - not even his thin-rimmed glasses - but whether it was the body it was on top of or some subtle changes to his facial structure, he definitely looked like he fit the part well. He couldn't help but grin at that. Maybe he didn't need to push things too much, for now at least. He had it pretty damn good already.
Not wanting to keep the girls waiting too long, Jack stood back up straight, adjusted his crotch (... oh, that was definitely bigger too...) and strolled back out into the living room. Brit and Hannah had spent their time collecting a small bowl of pistachios which they were now sharing among themselves. Jack couldn't help but grin as he saw Hannah's face light up when she saw him again. She was always happy to see him, but the way her eyes non-subtly traced up and down his body and caused her grin to widen was definitely new to him, and very encouraging.
Jack really felt the slight bouncing of his pectorals as he walked up to the girls, looming over them slightly. Hannah was about 5' 6", but Jack was now a full head taller than her, his girlfriend only coming up to about his shoulders. What did that put him at, 6'6"? 6' 8"? Definitely incredibly tall compared to most people, which made the sheer bulk he was carrying all the more incredible.
"Sorry for taking so long," Jack said apologetically, though he was starting to lean into the confidence his new body was encouraging within him.
"Oh, nothing to worry about at all," Brit said with a light chuckle. She had already sat back down on the loveseat, encouragingly patting the cushion next to her.
"Don't mind if I do," Jack responded with a grin, really feeling his weight and girth press onto the couch as he flopped his meaty ass back down into his seat. The couch was an even tighter squeeze than before he made the change, but somehow it was even more comfortable now. Maybe that was just a positive of taking up so much space. It was hard to believe his legs were just recently smaller than Brit's - now he was definitely the one flexing up against her, thigh muscles flexing into her legs with every natural shift, so beefy and dense that they made her quite toned and powerful muscles seem like jelly by comparison. Brit herself didn't seem to mind this, either - especially when Jack absentmindedly threw his massive arm over the back of the loveseat, putting her head dangerously close to that swollen bicep and letting his lat flex out underneath his very strained t-shirt.
Mirroring Brit's move, Jack patted on his preferred seat for Hannah - except this seat was his lap, the man giving his broad thigh a loud slap that really reverberated through the room, despite the muscle underneath barely budging at all. Hannah was more than happy to oblige, looking quite eager as she slipped her ass back onto her boy, settling back onto his well-filled crotch and leaning her head back against his chest.
Jack leaned in, giving the back of her neck a kiss and letting his pecs grind against her as Brit started up the movie again. Hannah couldn't help but let out a soft moan at that feeling, making Jack grin. He felt supercharged, like everything he did was just amplified. And he loved that if it meant making Hannah happy. Brit rolled her eyes, but she was still smirking - she couldn't blame Hannah, after all.
There wasn't too much of the movie left, just a few action scenes before the resolution. As the Hulk smashed his way through the scenery, Jack noticed Hannah leaning over to the side a bit, rubbing hands all over Jack's swollen arm laying across her thigh. It was a silent tell - she was definitely thinking about Jack and his own strength, her own little mini-Hulk. He definitely wasn't quite that strong, but he was still more than willing to show off by giving his arm a little tense, his forearm swelling and bulging with strong sinew and only encouraging Hannah's intimate contact.
Soon enough, the credits were rolling, and Brit stood up, stretching out her own athletic, well-developed limbs as the couple next to her continued to cuddle. "Damn, that was a lot of fun. Thanks for watching it with me, you guys."
"No problem. I had a great time," Jack responded, squeezing Hannah tight with one super bulky arm. He definitely felt her squirm against him at that. "You doing anything else today?"
"Oh no, I'm totally free," Brit commented as she bent over, showing off that fantastic ass as she ejected the disc from the player.
Jack grinned. "So, what do you want to do, then?"
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