Sam opened the mass Snapchat from Gary. “Shirtless indoors?” Was the caption displayed over Gary’s dumb, grinning face. Despite their friendship Sam and Gary couldn’t be more different, Sam was a nerdy senior about to graduate in biochemistry and Gary was a carefree freshman without a major. Sam was often annoyed at Gary who was big hearted but kind of dumb and still acted like a high school jock boy, always shirtless and working his muscles on his pull up bar or his dick on a new girl.
For some reason the message got into Sam’s head and he found himself asking, “shirtless indoors?” Sam suddenly grabbed a pull up bar from under his bed, the same one Gary had given him once as a gift that he had never used and stuck it in his doorway, lifting himself up. His skinny arms ached from the unusual exercise but with each lift they seemed to swell, veins flaring out as the pasty, oily skin became clear, young and tan.
Shirtless indoors?
Sam thought again, as it echoed in his head, feeling a new temptation to take his shirt off for no reason. The thought got louder until Sam couldn’t help but slide his shirt up and off his slim body, as it passed over his frail chest two firm jock boy pecs burst forward and hard abs formed under them. His previously shaved stomach sprouted a fine treasure trail leading down into his shorts. Sam became absorbed in his reflection, watching his pecs bounce the way Gary’s did and seeing his shoulders broaden. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he got younger and shorter, it only made his muscles stand out more. He carelessly kicked off his old nerdy shoes which no longer fit his slightly bigger feet. He turned and watched his legs expand with strong, stout calves and thighs, and his rear formed a perfect muscular bubble butt. Sam felt a dopey grin take over his face while his intellect dulled and he groomed his new curly locks, the grease dissolving into ample hair gel, forcing his hair up. He pulled on a new hat letting it sit on his hair and sent out a new snap “Shirtless indoors?” Unintentionally spreading the infectious message.
Ayyye you fuckin’ Posh cunt, why donthcha watch where yer fuckin goin!
Edgar was too busy on his phone to notice the scally lad he just ran into, knocking coffee all over the lad.
“Sorry mate, let me get you new clothes,” Edgar said apologetically
“Crack,” the scally knocked Edgar out cold. Picked his Posh ass up and dragged him back to his council flat. The lad stripped Edgar down, shit him up with some substance mixed with his cum and put some crusty old clothes on Edgar.
Edgar woke up, his whole body on fire, he couldn’t speak, he could barely think but his cock was rock hard.
“Now you stupid cunt, everything I tell you is true and when I am done, you’ll ne my fuckin’ flat mate.”
“First, you are a chav, you din’t finish no kind of school and you love to drink and have sex. You love to keep fit so you can stick that dick in anything with legs. You’re dumb as a rock mate, I’m the closest thing you have to family and you would do anything for me.”
The changes happened rapidly, his lean body bulked ouit, his hair got shorter, cock growing like mad, and his eyes were glazing over with some dumb fuck look. His mind faded away and a new chav persona took over. All he wanted was to get his fucking rocks off and fuck.
Oh, and one more thing, your name…It’s Declan O’Shea, your one stupid horny Irish fucker.
The lad was glad that he got rid of one more Posh fuck, thinkin their better than everybody. Not anymore, stupid fucker gonna watched footie, rugby, drink and fuck
Joe was just laying in bed channel flicking. when he came across a new channel he had never seen before ScallyTV, the only programming was one 24 hour show, ChavTRAINING. Iin that moment of switching it on and looking at it his jaw went slack, his
eyes glazed over and his personality began to be reformed as the screen
showed a faded swirling spiral and a video behind it of a lad jerking off completely naked and covered in tacky tattoos
saying repetitively as he stroked his cock the same messages again and again. “Oi mate, you wanna be just like me dont you, you want to be a fit fuckin bloke just like me dont you mate. what a fit lad you are going to be when I’m done with
you. Just keep looking at me mate, look at what a fit fukka you are going to be, gunna be just like me aint you mate!! a fit chavvy lad, not gunna giv a shit bout nothin but what i tell you to mate!”. With each command a shiver went through Joe as reality reformed around him, his clothes changing, his body changing, his room changing, even his memories changing. No one knocked on Joe’s door for 12 hours straight when a sudden power cut shut the tv off. Joey stood up and walked to a mirror and checked himself out, gripped his cock through his trackies and smiled. He knew it was about time he went down to the pub to meet up with the lads.
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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It didn’t take much
for Calvin to get intimidated. Just walking into the gym seeing all the huge
guys working out made him want to turn around and walk right back out. However
one of those big guys was right behind him making his exit a little bit harder
than he anticipated. He wanted to leave but somehow found himself right in the
middle of the gym. Guys were walking all around him completely unaware of his
presence.
“Well at least some things don’t
change,” he mumbled to himself.
Standing in the middle of the gym made him feel
so strange. Watching all the guys work so hard to lift weights. Their muscles
were working at their peak. Calvin felt a pang of jealousy. He’d love to be
like them but didn’t have the will power to do it.
“Sup, bro,” a deep voice came from
behind Calvin. He practically jumped feeling like someone was about to attack
him. The guy gave him a deep laugh. “Not used to guys coming at you from
behind, eh?” He laughed even harder like he’d just said some kind of joke.
“Uhhhh… No?” Calvin couldn’t help
but make it a question. He had no idea how to respond to that. He felt like he
understood what the bodybuilder meant but didn’t know how to respond. This place was
completely out of his element. He wasn’t used to being around guys like this.
The guy was absolutely massive standing in front of him. He had to be on like
all the college sports teams. Calvin stared trying to think of something to
say.
“First time here, lil buddy? Pretty
intimidating, huh?” the guy didn’t seem to care about what he had to say. “I’ll
show you around,” he wrapped his large arm around Calvin’s shoulder’s leading
him to the other side of the gym. Then he took his hat off and put on onto Calvin’s
head. Calvin tried to adjust so the bill face forward but the guy twisted it
back. “Like this buddy. Looks way cooler.”
Calvin just nodded. He stared back
at the door trying to figure out how to escape the large man’s arm. However the giant turned him around so easily that Calvin completely forgot what he was looking at. “First things first little buddy. You gotta look the part. I don’t
like seeing you come in here all lonely and depressed looking. That’s no way to
train. You gotta look confident.”
“But I…
“Don’t wanna hear it.” He
completely cut Calvin off. “First rule of being big is think big. Got it?”
Calvin nodded, “Good boy!” he gave Calvin a hard slap to the back. “Now I want
you to give me an intimidating stance.”
“What?” Calvin had no idea what
that could even mean by that. “But I’m not…”
“No negatives!” Calvin wanted to
interject but the guy kept talking. “We only deal
with cans. You can do it. Got it?” Calvin nodded. He wasn’t really one to look
tough. If he ever tried, his scrawny frame allowed others to put him back in
his place. But this guy had the utmost confidence in him. He almost didn’t want
to let him down.
Giving his best bad boy attitude,
Calvin threw his shoulders back and flexed his body. He looked more constipated
than intimidating. The other guy couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “C’mon man.
You can do it. Don’t think so hard about it. Just shoulder’s back.” Calvin felt
the big strong hands on his back as he straightened his posture. The position
he was placed in felt so much more natural than what he had put himself into.
“And tip you head up a little bit.”
Calvin looked at his face again.
Had he really forgotten to shave this morning? Not that it really mattered. The
light scruff on his face gave him a more angular appeal. He was a pretty
handsome dude. Most people couldn’t help but notice. And it was always a nice feeling when someone else’s hands run through the extra hair when they made out. He tossed
his head back again grinning at how cool he looked in his hat. It did look so
much better that way.
“And flex.”
In an instant Calvin flexed his
entire body. He felt a surge of power through him. Every part of him bulged.
His clothes ripped clean off him. The huge muscle stud stood in the middle of
the gym completely naked. Part of him didn’t care though. It’s not like any of
the other guys in the gym hadn’t seen something like this before. Besides being
naked was more of a natural state for him. Why shouldn’t he show off his hard
work to others?
“YEAH BOI!” the guy shouted holding
his hand up for a high five. Naturally Calvin returned it with a loud clap
filling the gym. No one seemed to even notice.
“Fuck yeah! Don’t know what was wrong
wit me! Just feeling down I guess,” Calvin shot back. “Hopefully this isn’t a
problem.” He motioned down his huge naked body. Veins seemed to be bursting out
of all his muscles. Every part of him was absolutely massive. The guy didn’t
seem to mind.
“Nah man. Shit like that happens
all the time. I’ll get you some extra clothes.” He smiled at Calvin.
“Bro. Can’t I just stay like this?”
Calvin quipped back.
“Dude! I wish! But can’t.
Regulations or whatever. C’mon. I’ll get you some new clothes that fit you,” He
wrapped his arm around Calvin’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. For a
second Calvin wondered why they were eye level. And why his arm didn’t seem to
wrap as tightly around him. But he shook the feelings off. Him and his buddy
had been training together for years. He was probably just thinking about
something else.
“Doctor Collins, is that you? What the hell are you doing?”
Doctor Collins turned around, the once sterile doctor’s office around him was now a mess, a cacophony of distress rang throughout the entire hospital as doctors and nurses nearly tramped one another rushing back and forth in the outside corridors. Meanwhile Dr. Collins was here, shirtless and stripping out of the rest of his clothing in his own office. Doctor Richardson had been called to find him and as the aging older and more experienced doctor of the hospital, a genius like no other who valued his intelligence. Yet the now balding man in his mid-fifties was glaring at the suddenly young and muscular Dr. Collins.
“Yeah see about that,” started Dr. Collins as he smirked, scratching his youthful wisps of hair with his own glasses. Dr. Richardson couldn’t deny it, the once forty year old doctor now looked twenty and irrevocably handsome with a lean body to go with it.
“You realise we’re practically dealing with an epidemic out there, and what are you doing? Dancing in your own office?” questioned Richardson, Collins only laughed, throwing his lab coat to him.
“Oh yeah I forgot, I was dealing with one of the patients when they made a mess,” explained Collins. Richardson felt something immediately damp when he caught the lab coat and looked down through his spectacles at the stains.
“What the hell is on this?” asked Richardson.
“It’s cum dude,” laughed Collins, Richardson threw the lab coat away.
“That’s disgusting,” growled Richardson.
“Is it? You seem to like it,” noted Collins as he stepped closer, Richardson tried to step back only to feel his back hit against the desk. “I mean you’re hard already.”
“What are you- Oh!” Richardson moaned as he felt Collin’s large hand wrap around his hard cock, looking down he could sense where a sudden heat was emanating from as Collins slowly started to jerk off his fat cock through the pants, allowing the heat to only spread throughout his entire body.
“Don’t worry I started feeling like that too bro,” murmured Collins as he continued to toy with Richardson’s dick feeling it begin to grow lengthier and longer through the pants themselves. “Come on bro.”
“Dr. Collins this feels-” Richardson felt the salty taste of precum on his tongue as his coworkers large cock was on the tip of his swelling lips. “So good.” He moaned, his own hands beginning to touch himself as he parted his lips and wrapped them around the large head of the dick. Bobbing up and down, a stream of pre-cum started to soon flood down Richardson’s throat as with every drop he started to feel bigger and bigger.
“Oh yeah, bro you’re starting to fill out.”
Richardson’s cock was already at its peak having snaked several inches as he started to feel his legs warm and wet from the heat of the growing pleasure and the constant dripping off his cock. Bobbing up and down, he began to feel his thighs thickening and the calves beginning to grow further and further outwards. Muscle felt like it was being swollen up from the inside, the more he continued sucking on his bro’s cock, the dumber and better he felt for it as his own thighs now touched together simply from how thick they now were.
The same could be said for his torso which started to push out, as if someone was blowing air into his deflated and skinny self, he found his posture changing entirely even from kneeling down. His back aligned itself properly as it no longer the hunched over back of an aging man but resembled the fit young back of a stud in his prime, grey hairs disappearing and being replaced with blonde ones as the blemishes and boils of the skin faded away whilst he aged downwards, growing younger and younger.
Richardson felt Collins grab the back of his head as his own back seemingly snapped into place with muscle after its growth. The skinny torso began to inflate with muscle as the upper chest started to fill out soon growing into a mountainous slab of muscle in the forms of two bouncing and striated pecs that jiggled slightly from his every movement.
His own lower stomach sucked in and swelled again as he continued to lap up any pre-cum whatsoever, feeling the fat of his stomach fade away and now replaced with Adonis abs that swelled through the sweat and employed the deep crevices that showcased the foundation of his own newfound libido and masculinity by carving the deep lines that hinted at his sexy body and large cock through his six pack of abs.
“You ready for this?” chuckled Collins as he popped his dick out of Richardson’s mouth, starting to jerk himself off in his face as Richardson did the same, his own hand wrapping around his cock as he stayed kneeled.
“Th-This feels wrong,” moaned Richardson as he could feel his ass beginning to push out, all the while his own hands began to wrap around his cock that much easier, the fingers forever growing as the palms of his hand grew smoother, more nimble.
“Dude, don’t worry about it, just feels good to lose your smarts,” groaned Collins.
“But-” It was too late. Richardson closed his eyes as he felt Collins begin to come all over his face as he felt himself lost in an orgasm whilst the similar heat that started this all emanated from both his face and the pool of his own come forming underneath him from his own large cock. There was too much to focus on and he could feel it as he widened his eyes, feeling like he made a sudden mistake. “What’s happening to me? Feeling so dumb. Feels so…hot. Yeah, so hot. Fuck yeah, I’m so hot bro!”
Richardson or “Richard” soon forgot what needed to do, what Collins or anyone else needed to do as his face started to shift and grow more angular. He felt the years lost on him and instead of being fifty he was now a twenty five stud with a shar jawline, a small nose, large lips, and blonde hair.
“Don’t worry about it, now come on bro, show us that sweet bod of yours under that medical coat or whatever it’s called. Maybe we can get some other bros in on it.” Collins laughed.
And the once intelligent and renowned ageing Dr. Richardson, now just the frat bro Richard agreed.
Feel your body exploding with muscle…. tightening up…. your face changing….
Realize that even your clothes are transforming. Your nerdy skinny jeans are turning into a high-end pair of athletic sweatpants… A tight fitted cap appears on your head…
No need for a shirt any more… not with a body like that…
As the transformation finishes, allow your old self to melt completely away, becoming the perfect gym bro you have always wanted to be….
Put the phone away now. Flip that baseball cap around. Go lift some weights with your bros. Get pumped up.
You feel a forceful tap on your shoulder. You look up and find yourself facing some huge meathead in tight workout gear.
“Hey brah, I’m with a cause that changes lives. Wanna be part of it?” “Sorry, I’ve been waiting all week for a chance to see my professor—” “Huh huh, no biggie. All I’m asking is that you put on this free bracelet to show you’re with us.” The meathead produces a yellow rubber bracelet.
“Fine,” you say, extending your hand. You hope to get rid of this dumbass quickly; you need a few more minutes to figure out how to ask your professor for extra credit. The meathead snaps the bracelet around your wrist, and you feel a jolt something like electricity course throughout your body. Soon afterwards, your professor calls you in. You sit down and try to make your case for extra credit, but somehow, it’s hard for you to come up with the words. It’s like every thought has to wade through molasses. You excuse yourself and leave, finding the meathead still in the hallway.
“What do you want?” you ask. “Come lift with me, brah.” “I’m not your ‘brah.’” “Then why are you wearing that bracelet?” “Because you wanted me to support your stupid cause!” “But you are a part of it now, brah!” “No I’m not! I don’t give a damn about… MINDLESS MEATHEAD? What the fuck? Why does this bracelet say ‘MINDLESS MEATHEAD?’“ “Because that’s what you are now. A mindless meathead. So come lift with me, brah.” “Sure, bro.”
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.
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