
A perfect example of one of Eros’ victims was Chris. He was a physics major in college but spent a lot of time online doing roleplays and looking at art of dumb surfer himbos. Always shirtless and barefoot and covered in sweat and sand and sea water. He just loved that fantasy. He had a few dreams about becoming one but of course new he was on his way to his degree, then grad school where he planned to specialize in astrophysics and then his overall goal of working for NASA, so he knew he would never actually trade his success and potential away to be a dumbass.
While he was out studying on the beach one day, he found himself distracted looking at hot guys. He noticed there was some kind of recruitment table set up for some modeling thing. He stared at it longingly as he noticed the hot guys gathered around. And it was like that, staring and half drooling that Mr. Ross noticed him and walked over, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Hey there dude” he said to Chris in a deep, almost hypnotic voice. “Couldn’t help but notice you staring, you thinking of trying out?” Chris? Try out for a modeling firm? The very idea was ridiculous, he was pale with short black hair, glasses and he was very thin, not muscular or attractive at all, not completely unattractive either but he was the type that could blend into a crowd of people as an average person.
“Uh no I was just um” he struggled for the right words to say.
“Just admiring my employees?” Mr. Ross said with a grin. “I mean you could use some work but you can definitely come try out” and suddenly Chris wanted to, he stood up and when he did the older man wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
When this happened Chris felt a sudden warm, pulsing energy flow through his body. The energy ripped through his body and as they walked his muscles burned like he was getting an intense workout. His leg muscles flexed and burned as they sculpted themselves into perfect swimmer legs. His feet began to crack and stretch until they grew to huge size 13, breaking the strap of his flip flops leaving him barefoot. He felt all of this but was being dragged along by the ancient god who was telling him all about the joys of surfing and sex and the beach. The man’s voice was hypnotic to the point that Chris couldn’t escape his grasp or even struggle, or call for help from the beach goers. His ass bubbled out and grew nice and firm as his mind was blasted with waves of pleasure while his dick grew longer and thicker and regrew it’s foreskin. His very thin stomach filled out with muscle and a six pack formed while his body hair retracted. His pecs pushed out until he had a sexy, lean torso. The man’s arm moved while Chris’ shoulders grew wider. The warm energy spread to his arms while they flexed with muscle. Especially in the biceps. His neck changed while his Adams apple got bigger.
“You won’t be needing these” the man said, pulling off Chris’ glasses while his face molded into a much sexier version of itself and his hair turned blond and styled itself up.
The god snapped his fingers and Chris’ clothes changed, his shirt vanished into thin air along with his boxers, his shorts turning into blue board shorts with stripes. And a snapback cap appeared backwards on his head
“You are a Hot, sexy, dumb, bi himbo surfer now. Surfing is your life, you live for the surf and the sand and sea” the ancient sexual being said to Chris “your new name is Chad and your the fucking king of the surf. You love to get naked, you love to fuck and get fucked and you love showing off your hot bod” and as all this was said Chris’ mind was overwhelmed by the new Chad persona until there was nothing left
“So you ready for the photo shoot dude?” Mr Ross asked his newest thrall
“Huhuhuh sure bruh!” Chad replied as he got into pose. This was the first of many pictures, the advertisement, if people bought the July addition, they would get to see his nudes.














