“Come on Josh… I didn’t know you
wanted to go to the gym tonight. We were just supposed to the movies,” Peter
whined. He hated how much time Josh spent in the gym. It seemed unhealthy. But
every time Peter would bring that up Josh would just flex his arms asking if
they looked unhealthy. No. The answer was always no.
“C’mon man. I couldn’t go to the
gym today. Besides I got like four free days for friends,” he said, “You don’t
even have to pay.”
It really wasn’t up to Peter to
decide what they were doing. Josh was driving. There really wasn’t another way for
him to get back home. Instead he’d have to think of something that might get
Josh to do something else. “I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to get my
polo all sweaty and gross.”
Josh instantly started digging in
his back seat. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got just the thing.” He pulled out a
sweaty old muscle shirt and some fabric shorts. There was no way they had been
washed for a while. Dirt clung to the side of the shirt while sweat
stained the shorts. Hopefully it was sweat. “You can wear these,” he smiled while tossing them at
Peter’s chest.
“I can…” Peter said dumbfounded.
“These are definitely clothes that I can put on.” He had a distinctly
disgusted tone to it but Josh didn’t care. It was time for his workout. He led
little Peter into the gym.
“Locker room over there. I’ll
wait for you out here.”
Josh always used a lot of hand gestures when giving directions.
“I’m going to get started and if I finish fast enough we
can still go see that movie.” Peter
was feeling like he should protest but only knew it would make Josh take even
longer. Bitterly, he drug his feet on his way to the locker room.
There were so many big guys all
over the place Peter couldn’t really believe what kind of gym this was. Sure he
expected there to be some guys like Josh but it was like everyone. Peter kept
his eyes front. He didn’t want to be caught checking all of the other guys.
That would just make him feel even more embarrassed.
Peter waited a few moments before
started taking his clothes off. Shyness was practically what he was known for
in high school. He thought back and wondered how he was friends with someone
like Josh. This was the first time he’d actually stepped into a gym that you
had to pay for. However his mind quickly changed to the smell of the shirt Josh
had given him. It completely assaulted his senses.
“This. Has not. Been. Washed,” Peter
blankly said holding the foul smelling shirt away from his body. He looked at
it completely disgusted. “Ugh,” he groaned knowing he would have to spend at least
an hour here whether he wore it or not. He weighed his options again. Sitting
awkward at a gym with a bunch of buff dudes in khakis and a polo, or actually
trying this shirt on and walking on a treadmill.
“Fine…” he groaned as he pulled the shirt closer.
It was absolutely massive on him. He couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid he
looked. Josh weighed like twice as much as him. Of course his shirt wouldn’t
fit him properly.
“Bro’s got a massive stank too,” he
laughed. “Needs more body spray.” His voice deepened as he checked himself out
in the mirror. His muscles looked like they were lacking today. It was a good
thing that Josh suggested going to the gym. He flexed for himself checking them
out. For some reason they seemed so much smaller than usual. “Nah man, It’s
just cause Josh is so big,” he tried easing his ego. Really the shirt wasn’t
that big. He tried a different pose in the mirror. He wanted to flex his chest.
His pecs were feeling tight. With another pose the shirt fit him even better.
Another laugh bellowed out of him.
“Da fuck am I thinkin? Shirts mine. Fits like a glove. I musta left it in his
back seat when we played football the other day. That’s why it’s so wicked
dirty.” He lifted up his shirt and slapped his abs. “Bro wishes he was as
jacked as me. He’s got the height but I got the real bod.” He flexed again,
“Damn right.”
Peter left the locker room feeling
pretty good. He felt like he had energy to work out all night. “BRO!” he
shouted across the gym.
“BRO!” Josh shouted back. The two
beat their chests laughing. They were ready for a long night of working out.
Fuuuuuck. It worked. It fucking worked. Dude, I didn’t think that spell was real, but here I am in Aaron’s body. Could you imagine, man? Super smart. Body to kill for. Fuck, I’ll be the king of the campus.
Man, I can’t wait to take this swole body and thick dick out for a spin, brah. Bet you ten bucks I can bring a cute twink home from the gym.
…
The fuck, bro? Why am I talking like this? Ugh… Why does my head feel so hazy…
What do you mean the equipment’s limited? The spell didn’t say anything about that. Bro. Dude. What’s happening to me? Fuuuuuck… No, I don’t want to lose my intelligence. Reverse the spell!
What do you mean it’s permanent, bro?
Ugh…
…
Brah, the fuck you doing standing around there? Gotta get to the gym, dude! Can’t let a body like this go!
Pfft. Why would I go to the library, bro? Too dumb for that shit.
No, I don’t want to go to your room to study, brah! I gotta get big!
Is that true, brah? I mean, I guess I do remember form health class that testostes … testosten … whatever’s in dope comes from the balls… What? Brah, stop fucking with me. Why would it go there?
Oh, duh. LOL. I shouldn’t have doubted you, bro. Come on. My room’s upstairs, bro. I want you to bury that testosterone deep in my asshole.
Oh is that what you call it, brah? Okay. If you say so, man. LOL. You’re so smart. Come on, then. I want you to fill my jockpussy up!
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Jacob was out on a walk, it was the 4th of July and his family was throwing some big BBQ, but he was neither overly patriotic nor social so the event stressed him out more then it was fun. He decided to go for a walk to get away from the noise and the commotion for a little while. He could also lose a few extra pounds anyway.
While on the path however he saw a preppy looking frat boy who was shirtless and wearing just sandals and a pair of American flag shorts. Jacob himself was dressed in a t-shirt, some basketball shorts, sneakers and socks, and a hat to shade himself from the bright sun.
“Nice we match bro!” The frat boy shouted as they passed. Jacob was confused by what the guy meant, he wasn’t like him at all, but when he looked down he noticed his shorts were now American flag shorts that matched the bro’s. He felt strange as a tan spread through his legs and crotch. As his legs got leaner and more muscular, his shoes morphed into a pair of Nikes and his socks grew longer up his legs and turned red and blue. He moaned as the changes spread up, his dick growing longer and thicker, his ass firming up. The tan spread up his chest as his gut sucked in forming a nice flat lean stomach. His arms got nice and lean with small biceps that he couldn’t help but flex as he looked at his bro wondering why he was wearing a shirt when his bro wasn’t. Jacob caught himself in this foreign train of thought. He shook his head as the tan spread up and his face changed, his light brown hair grew longer under his hat and he caught his hands moving on their own pulling his shirt off.
“Yeah brah why the hell did you have that shit on?” The bro asked as he grabbed Jacob’s hat and twisted it backwards. As he did that Jacob felt dizzy and in his mind sports, sex, working out and partying shifted to the front of his mind, academics and video games switched to the back as his brain physically shrunk. He was getting dumber and turning into a himbo show off. He felt his stress and fear calm down as he chilled out.
“Hey bro wanna go to the BBQ at my house?” Jake asked.
“Hell yeah bro maybe there are some hot babes there!” His bro shouted as the two jumped up and high fived. Jake forgetting why he was avoiding the event. Food, babes, and showing off his bod in the pool, what was there to hate? Please he was celebrating this fucking awesome country!
“God bless Murica bro!” Jake shouted as he ran off with his bro to his new life.
Andy couldn’t believe the difference between him and his
older brother Josh. The guy was an absolute mountain of a man. He towered over
the rest of the family and had muscles as big as his head. Andy envied him so
much. However he wasn’t sure how he got that way. Genetics can only take you so
far. It just wasn’t fair.
“Want to come to the gym with me
today?” Josh asked. Andy had been staring down his brother’s muscles again. Josh could
tell. Whenever Andy was staring particularly hard at one of his muscles he’d
flex it causing his brother to jump.
“No,” Andy said. “I’d just be in
your way. There’s no way I could ever get as big as you.”
“That’s probably true,” Josh flexed
his arm again, “But it’s better than sitting around playing video games all
day. C’mon bro. At Least try the gym. It’ll be a good experience.”
It was hard for Andy to look away
from his brother. He was too busy showing off again. And it’s not like he
didn’t envy everything about him. “Fine…” he finally agreed. “But you have to tell me you’re secret.”
Josh just smiled at his little brother, “Sure thing. But first the gym.” He loaded up his bag in the truck and drove to the gym.
It was a lot to take in. The gym was huge. People were moving massive amounts of weights while grunting heavily. Andy looked around the gym
confused. He wasn’t used to this kind of atmosphere. Far more testosterone and male musk than he was used to. His big brother showed him over to the free weights. It was a good place to start. “Just you vs gravity. Not too complicated right?” Andy still looked skeptical at his brother’s quick explanation.
“Yo Josh!” one of other
guys shouted.
“YO Peter!” he called back. “Bro
how ya feelin? I heard you’ve been sick for a bit.” Andy zoned out as the two
‘bros’ started talking. His brother always knew how to make a short
conversation into a long one. Andy just knew when this happened to make himself
comfortable. Eventually Josh would run out of things to say, excuse himself, and then go back to whatever he was doing. But these conversations still took a long time.
As Andy sat on the bench, he stared at himself in the
mirror. He really was scrawny. He couldn’t help but compare himself to his
older brother. His brother had everything. “Whatever,” Andy scoffed. “It’s not
like he didn’t work for it. I might as well get started. He had to start somewhere right?” But Andy couldn’t remember a time when his brother could be considered ‘small’. Even as kids he seemed to be one of the biggest guys around.
It wasn’t going to stop Andy though. He made his way over to the
dumbbell rack. The least he could do were some bicep curls. That was something
he’d seen all the other guys doing. But he was still nervous to pick up the
20lb dumbbell in front of him. These were actually pretty heavy. He set them
down again. His face shot red with embarrassment.
“I can do this,” he told himself.
He looked at his thin arms in his sleeves. Even the small sized shirt on his
body hung loosely around his arms. It was something he was so tired of looking
at. The thought about his brother being such a jock while he was a lonely nerd
pissed him off even more. He was going to change. That thought helped him grip
the weight tightly in his hands. He lifted it once more off the rack.
It really surprised him. He wasn’t sure he could actually do that. In the silence of holding the weights he tried to
figure out what to do next. ‘Curls,’ the thought almost seemed to come from
somewhere else. But yeah curls he was going to do curls. Like usual. He started
curling the weight like it was completely normal. With each lift it felt more
natural. Like he’d been doing it for years.
His entire mind zoned out. He didn’t
notice as his arms started to swell. They easily broke past his sleeves. But he
wasn’t wearing a shirt with sleeves anymore. It was the one of the gym’s
sleeveless shirts he’d bought months ago. It was to show off his massive chest.
He loved looking at the deep striations in his pecs. That’s right he had a
built chest… Not to forget about his bottom half either. He was someone who’d
never skipped leg day. Squats were his favorite. Sure he couldn’t walk easily
the next day but his girlfriend was always there to make him feel better. And
knew exactly how to make him feel good while he laid in bed.
Andy stared blankly at his massive
body. He’d just finished his warm up. 20 pound weights were still a bit light
but he didn’t know how long his brother would be talking. Besides he wasn’t
much of a bragger. Moving the weights was enough for him. He stared deeply in
the mirror trying to get himself ready for the rest of his workout.
“Hey little buddy,” Josh came back
rustling Andy’s styled hair. “Aren’t you glad I brought you today?” Andy just
stared at him blankly remembering how much why he hated going to the gym with
his brother. His brother spent too much time talking and not enough time
working out. And he wasn’t little damn it.
“Can u believe all these losers??” I said. My friend Jonas and I were hanging out at the mall, trying not to puke at the hoard of consumer zombies lurching from store to store.
It was the forth of july, so it was even worse than normal. Up and down the mall there were groups of people loudly joking and laughing, getting their murca on, and wearing whatever red white and blue they had in their closet.
I was dressed all in black like normal. So was Jonas. Fucking automatons.
“Shit Brad, isn’t that Taylor Rives?” Jonas said, pointing out a muscular college kid who was rapidly approaching. His broad shoulders were pushing out a blue tank top and he was wearing red shorts. Tan arms showed off the amount of time he spent out playing ultimate frisbee, and his rounded pecs pushing out showed the rest of his time was in the gym.
In our intro psych class last week, I’d made a pretty assholic comment about how different kinda of people were good at different shit…like maybe meatheads like Taylor shouldn’t be in school. The guy looked better suited for construction or being a gogo boy or something…
“Quick,” I pushed Jonas into the nearest store. It was a pop-up store, just there for July 4th. The sign above the door said “americana”
“I don’t wanna talk to that guy,” I said. “He’s such a fag”
It was tacky to the extreme. The whole place was filled with everything from muscle car kits to uncle sam posters to size large american flag tank tops. Another muscle bound moron was working the counter.
I felt a stirring in my dick. Weird.
Jonas was poking around in the racks, killing time while we waited for Taylor to pass by. As his hand touched a piece of fabric, he said “Bro, I think I’m gonna try this on”
He held up a t-shirt that had a picture of uncle sam on it. The text read “We want you” and then under sam it said “to lift, bro!”
Did Jonas just call me bro?
“Hey Jonas, let me see that” I said. But he was already gone, headed for a change room in the back.
“I think this one is more your style,” I heard a deep voice say. It was the moron from behind the counter. And he *had* to be a moron, he was holding out a tank top with an american flag print on it.
I grabbed it away from him, ready to shove it down his throat, or at least ready to laugh at him and make a shitty comment. But the moment I touched the fabric.
What?
I don’t remember what…huh…
I was rock hard. My cock was totally visible, outlined in my skinny jeans.
“You wanna try that on?” asked the clerk
“Uh yeah…”
“Changing room is in the back.”
I felt high or something. I couldn’t concentrate. So I just followed the instruction and stumbled towards the curtained stall in the back
Inside, I shucked off my cloths. Not just my shirt either. For some reason I felt like I had to get my skinny boddy totally naked. And then there I was, just staring at my naked body and my 5" hard cock in the mirror…
I held the american tank in one hand and looked down dumbly at it. It was a large…I…I really wasn’t
My other hand started pumping my cock automatically. And thats where the weirdness started
Yeah…like it hadn’t already started
My cock started growing. Past what it had ever grown before. Six inches? Or was that like eight? Maybe nine? Fuck, I didn’t know how to measure this shit.
It felt thicker too. I definitely couldn’t fit my hand all the way around it. Wait…no…yeah I could…my hands are fuckin huge
I looked in the mirror again. My body was swelling with muscle while I pumped my cock. Everything from my peaked biceps to my thick traps to my tree trunk legs and my perky bubble butt was bigger…wait…bigger? Nah, this had taken like years to work for. U don’t get this yoked overnite.
I pulled off my cap and tousseled my blond hair.
Lol, I was such a nascisist…I’d come here to try on a tank and I just had to strip down so I could see the whole deal haha…
Time to meet back up with my buddy tho…I slipped my red baller shorts back on – the fabric feels so good when u go commando – and then tried on this stars an bars tank that my bro at the counter recommended. Looked fuckin great on me…
I slipped my flip flops back on and then my snapback and left the change room.
“Jonny!” I shouted across the store. “Check it out! Total buy, rite??”
“Yeah brah!” Jonny said in that bodybuilder voice. Dudes like 240 and makes me look tiny at 190. Jonny’s Uncle Sam T was stretched tite across his pecs. U could see his hard nipples pushing against the fabric. He’s smarter too, goin to college on a football scolarship while I work at my Dads roofing company. I’m the lucky one tho – I’ve got a killer tan and don’t have to worry about shit! And I always got plenty of cash – I pick up shifts shaking my ass for the other fags in town, and most weekends they pick me up too!
We paid for our stuff and left to keep lookin around the mall. There’s nothin like checkin out some sales b4 u head out to drink beers and watch the firewoeks
I bumped into my buddy Taylor outside the store. “Hey bro,” he said. “U know this store? I picked up an awesome muscle shirt here last year!”
“Yeah, ” I said. “Just got this! Wanna get outside for a while? I gotta football in my bag”
We all ended up playing football for a while, but eventually Taylor and I ditched out to go back to his place and fuck. We definitely went out with the bros for beer and fireworks tho
Jack and Ryan were best friends and freshmen studying marine biology together. Both were nerds that didn’t really go outside but they loved reading about aquatic animals. They had been hoping for the more informational, inside a lab type of work. For a school project they were invited out on a boat to look for specimens, but when they arrived at the docks the boat was empty, only a single cap. Curious Jack decided to put on that hat which turned out to be a mistake. Instantly all the fat and acne on his body dissolved away into lean teenage muscle. His ghostly white skin became a nice beach boy tan and he could feel the hat turning itself around as it squeezed out all his intelligence and scholarly passions. Ryan watched in horror as a dumb expression fell over his friend who quickly tossed his nerdy shirt and shoes off, showing off his lean body before grabbing his friend and roughing up his hair with some gel that had been next to the cap. Jack froze as he felt his own brains evaporate from the chemicals and his hair got dark and became spiked in a cool style. His own skin became tan and he developed nice teen muscles too and ditched his clothes. Instead of two teen nerds now they were two dumb jock boys out for a day of fishing and drinking on the water. Not a single interest or bit of info of marine bio left in their empty heads, just beer, boats, sun and fun.
He had changed even more. The light swirls of hair on his chest hadn’t been there an hour ago and he surely didn’t have that chin. He didn’t know what to do. Even as he looked in the mirror he could see his hair grow lighter and crop into a soft wave. His head was feeling foggier by the second and he had the growing urge to get to the gym and lift… or… or get that shirt off and take a pic. Ugh no, what was he thinking. He needed help. He needed someone. He felt his dick slowly hardening like it was rolling out longer and heavier in his pants. Fuck was it getting bigger? His thoughts floated to his roommate… he was hung… yeah that dumb bro would know what to do. He could help him out. And maybe help him get a good chest workout in too. His pecs needed some work.
Well, to change yourself you have come to the right adress. You sound like the average student to me. Average heigt, Not that ripped. Somewhat small cock. Well let me change that for you. first thing in the morning when you wake up, watch yourself in the mirror. Admire your freshly grown abs, bulging under your nicely tanned skin. Flex them and look at your ripped body. Man, look at those arms. You quickly snap a pic to send to the nearest slutty twink on the campus.
You know with a big body comes a big attitude. You know you are the strongest, biggest, most dominant jock of the campus. And everyone else know it too. You are the man to get all the small, and big, guys. You are the man that has topped on the campus. With a cocky grin you put some clothes on your hot body and make your way to the slutty twink. He texted his boner was rock hard when you sent the pic. Little did he know that he was only going to serve your monstercock. After all, you are the strong and dominant badboy.
Michael sighed. Why had he even come to
this party? At 35, he was older than almost everyone there by at
least seven years. His friend that had invited him had bailed and now
he just felt like some loser trying to relive his glory days at a
“just out of college” house party. 35 was far from old, he
reminded himself, but it was clear that he was out of place among the
confident 22 and 23 year olds, cheers-ing their beers. He looked down
at his creeping-ever-outward gut and ran his hand through his
thinning hair. Had he peaked? He had a good job as a coder, a nice
apartment… but he couldn’t help but feel jealous as he looked out
across the party.
“Screw this,” he thought, finishing
off the last gulp of his drink and headed toward the bedroom to grab
his hoodie. He opened the door to two hot guys making out on the bed.
The coats of the party guests were strewn about on the floor.
“Ah, sorry!” Michael said, covering
his eyes and grabbing his hoodie from the pile. He closed the door
swiftly and walked out onto the street. It was a brisk night, and
Michael pulled on the hoodie as he walked quickly down the street,
away from the thumping bass.
He started to zip it up when he
realized that it wasn’t his hoodie. Same basic color, but too tight-
in his awkward retreat, he had grabbed another guy’s sweatshirt.
“Dammit,” he thought, but there was
no way he was going back now. The party had been bad enough, but
interrupting two hot guys groping and making out… Michael gritted
his teeth as he turned the corner onto a darker side street. The
image of the two men flashed in his mind on a loop as he made his way
home.
It was a long walk, and he should have
felt more tired than he was. He almost always took a cab or Uber
anywhere, and couldn’t remember the last time he had walked over a
mile.
“Probably why I’ve got these extra
pounds,” he thought. The new hoodie had felt so tight when he first
put it on, but it seemed looser now. Maybe walking around in it had
broke in in a bit. He picked up his pace. He should jog home, he
thought.
In a few minutes, he had made it back
to his apartment, but it felt so good to run, blood pumping in his
veins. He didn’t even slow down as he passed his place. His legs felt
so strong tonight. His pants felt baggy and uncomfortable from the
running, and he tightened his belt without breaking stride.
Soon he had run down to the strip of
clubs and bars he used to go out to when he had been younger. He
slowed his jog down to a walk. It was a Friday night and the
nightlife was in full swing. He stopped in front of “Bliss,” a
local gay bar. Michael was straight, but far from homophobic, and the
two men making out on the bed had stirred something in him. He walked
up to the bouncer, a burly, bald man.
“ID?” the bouncer said, gruffly.
Michael grabbed his wallet out of his
back pocket, fished out his license and handed it to the imposing
man.
The bouncer took it, looked it over and
frowned at Michael.
“Nice try, kid,” he said. “But it
doesn’t even look anything like you.” He whipped out a pair of
scissors and cut Michael’s license in half, then tossed it into a
trash bin next to him.
“What the hell?!” Michael yelled,
grabbing at the bouncer. “You just cut up my license!”
The mountain of a man stood up and
shoved Michael away, causing him to hit the sidewalk.
“Get out of here punk!” he growled.
“Come back when you’re out of college.”
Michael, in a daze, stumbled away from
the bar. What had just happened? He shoved his hands angrily into
the pockets of his hoodie and made his way back to his apartment,
fuming. He’d be calling the bar in the morning and giving them hell.
Michael opened the door to his
apartment, kicked off his shoes and walked to his bathroom to take a
piss. He flicked on the light and stopped.
Staring at him in the mirror was
someone else’s face. He ran to the mirror. Gone was the receding
hairline. Gone was the burgeoning beer gut. In its place was the
fresh face of a young, handsome man, twenty-two at most.
“Oh my god,” Michael said, then
stopped. This wasn’t his voice. And where had he seen that face
before? Then it hit him- it was the face of one of the guys making
out on the bed.
His cock stirred in his now too-loose
jeans. He pulled off his pants and underwear, then the hoodie and
t-shirt. Beneath his clothes was the lithe body of an athletic
college student. His torso was hairless now, and his new, larger cock
stood at full attention.
He picked up the hoodie from the floor
and then slowly put it on again. Images of hot men danced in his
mind. Hot college boys like himself.
“Wait, what?” he thought. He was…
older, wasn’t he? Well, I mean… he wasn’t in college anymore. He
had just squeaked through and graduated a couple months back…
right? He was unemployed, but he was sure he could find some kind of
gig as a personal trainer, or…
Mike knew he wasn’t the smartest of
guys… but he was young, good-looking. Maybe he’d find some kind of
sugar daddy, like a tech guy in his 30s. The city was full of them,
and couldn’t get enough of his perky ass and boundless energy.
Mike grinned and looked at himself in
the mirror in only his hoodie.
“So fucking hot,” he thought, and
slowly started to jerk off with a grin.
Matt blinked dumbly at his phone. What was he doing again? Oh yeah, his friend Craig had linked him to this app, which he said he just *had* to try. Matt opened it and scoffed, yet another dumb thing Craig wanted him to use. Apparently the app would make him look hotter through editing his image or… something. It was pretty vague on the details really. Not like it mattered, it wasn’t going to do anything anyway. Still, might as well get it over with, it’d make Craig happy at least. He skipped past the terms and conditions and pressed ‘Go’. The screen displayed a loading bar with ‘Processing…’ written above it. Matt stared at it for a minute, waiting for something to happen, before getting frustrated. He tapped at the screen, trying to find someway to cancel it, only to find no way out. Ugh, had Craig given him some sort of virus or something?
It was then that Matt caught a glance of his reflection, and gasped. His clothes were fucking melting! What the fuck? He would have dropped the phone in shock, but he was somehow frozen solid. He could only stare horrified at what was happening to him, and the phone which now said ‘Removing Clothes’. So this app was changing him? That had to be bullshit, no app could do that. He’d have to ask Craig what the hell he was playing at the next time he saw him. Anyway, looked like all he could do was stand here until this weird prank, or whatever, ended. He watched as his shirt and jeans shrank into a tanktop and short shorts, then vanished entirely. His trainers and socks became more sporty and his underwear shifted from standard grey boxer-briefs into a sexy red number, clearly designed to show off his bulge and ass.
He thought it looked ridiculous on him, he was hardly one to show off his body normally. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he was pretty scrawny, with some pudge here and there, and fair too hairy for his liking. Just as he finished that thought the display on the phone changed. It switched to ‘Processing Body’ and Matt felt a strange tickling sensation all over his skin. He gawped as his hair started receding into his skin, slowly at first but speeding up until he was completely smooth all over. Normally he wouldn’t mind a change like this, but he was pretty creeped out that this app was somehow changing him without his permission. Other changes began hitting him in quick succession. His body started bulking up, finally getting some muscle onto his skinny frame. He started in awe as he developed pecs and a six pack, and his arms and legs bulged out. He felt a tingle of pleasure as his cock lengthened and ass plumped out, filling out his underwear nicely. Apparently satisfied with his body, the process then moved onto his face. It looked like his skin was flowing as his face was re-sculpted before his eyes. His features were smoothed out, blemishes removed. He was getting increasingly freaked out by the time the process was done with his face. Sure, the face staring back at him looked kinda nice, but it definitely wasn’t *his* face. To finish off his hair started styling itself. It had been short and brown, Matt not bothering to do anything with it other than cut and wash it regularly. Now it spiked up, Matt mentally groaning that it was going to be a pain to deal with.
With his hair finished the visible changes appeared to have completed. Matt hoped this was the end of it, hoped that he might be freed, might be able to figure out what the fuck was going on. The app had other ideas, and switched to ‘Mental Reprogramming…’Oh no no no, this fucking prank had gone too far! Matt strained against his invisible prison but it was no use, he couldn’t even twitch thanks to the power the app had over him. What was the point of these muscles if he couldn’t fucking use them? He felt himself get dizzy… no, no he had to fight thi-… so dizzy… The app flooded his baffled brain with pleasure, making him think that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He started to relax as the app went through his memories, deleting and reorganising as appropriate. First to go were his knowledge of his accountancy job and memories of his degree, he wouldn’t be needing those any more. Huh, degree? Nah, Matt had never gone to uni. That was for smart people, not thickos like him He’d dropped out of school the first chance he got, that nerd shit really wasn’t for him.
Sex had been all he’d been much good at, or interested in, so it wasn’t a surprise when he ended up as a go-go dancer. Memories of being on stage, showing off his body to anyone and everyone flooded into his mind. He’d worked hard on this body so it wasn’t surprising that he wanted to show it off. He practically bounced between the club he worked at and the gym, what little time wasn’t spent there was inevitably in the bedroom of one nameless customer or another.
He was glad to see he was in his usual skimpy underwear and little else. Clothes were so constricting, he never wore them if he had a choice about it. People called him a slut, as if that was a bad thing. They sure weren’t complaining when they got his ass. It might be expensive but hey, he was worth it. He felt nice and calm as the pleasure continued to overwhelm him, what had he been so worried about earlier? Eh, thinking was hard, made his head hurt. Best not to do it at all if possible….
The phone pinged ‘Complete!’ with Matt’s final acceptance of his new life. Acting on autopilot, he took a selfie and sent it with the message ‘all done ;)’ to Craig. Matt awoke to his reflection, blankly starting at himself in the mirror. Not that staring at himself was unusual, people often told him how vain he was, a regular himbo. Not that he could say they were wrong, huhuh. But still, something in the back of his mind told him he was meant to be doing something…
His phone popped up with a message from Craig ‘Nice! I’ll be over in 10…’ Oh yeah, he was gonna be fucking Craig today! God he was such a dumbass, he’d forget his own name if he wasn’t careful…
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