Michael, a.k.a @mybois2 was a bigger guy, bigger than he wanted to be. He had a things for shorter, smoother guys who were muscular but not too muscular. He works retail because he can’t find a job with his theatre degree, I could hear his desire like a fog horn on a cold dead night.
I appeared in his town and created a space between the Kebob shop and the House of Mirrors, it was a weird little strip mall. I made a store that would cater the type of guy Michael wanted to be, I named it Evan Bro’s Surf and Skate, filled it with snapbacks , surfer equipment, and skater equipment. He was going to love it, snapped my fingers and some popular music began to play and an intoxicating cologne was pumped into the streets.
Michael walked by, not remembering seeing this store before, he was intrigued. I could see the store call to him like a Siren on a rocky crag in ocean. His ship would crash into the gloaming and would be lost forever.
He walked in and I greeted him with a “what’s up, mate? How are ya?” Of course, I was dressed so well and shirtless that Michael couldn’t contain himself.
He stammered, “ uhh I’m, I’m, jjjust lookking, ttthanks.”
“You let me know if I can help you, bro. Name’s Evan.” I smirked
He quickly turned around and begin to frantically look busy. He spotted a pair of shorts and grabbed them off the shelf, running into the changing room. Michael took a breathe and looked at himself in the mirror. Unconsciously, he was undressing himself and putting on the shorts.
The power of the shorts hit him, and he began to feel weird and tingly all over. He watched in awwwe as he seemed to lose weight, it was literally melting away. His skin was tightening as well as he began to develop muscles, his abs began to pop out and pecs gained definition. He had never had muscle like this before. He could feel his legs become powerful and strong form the skating and the surfing, he looked more like a gogo dancer than a theatre person. As he changed, he started to feel unstable, he felt as if he was getting closer to the floor. He went from a good 6′2″ to a 5′9. He was dumbfounded, he came out and started to question me.
“Dude, brah-man, what the fuck just happened?” He said before he clasped his hands over his mouth not recognizing his words or his own deep voice.
“What are you talking about, mate” I circled him like a shark, “ I like those shorts on you.” I told him with my Cheshire grin.
I turned to the hat rack, and found one that would fit him nicely. “Hear, put this on, “ I said slamming it down before he could protest.
Michael could feel his mind in something like a mixer, the once 26 year old was losing the memories of the last 7 years of his life. He remembered just turning 19 yesterday, and getting recruited by a modelling firm and a connected gay club. College never happened for Mike, naw, it wasn’t his thing.
He fel another change, as his muscles grew once more and his face became stronger and a little more cut. He felt a chinstrap push its way through his skin, as his muscles expanded a little more. Mark was now a confident young gogo boy who you might see in a magazine or on a billboard. He loved to walk around shirtless, because he knew the guys were checking him out.
There was no shortage of sex for Mark, yeah, he isn’t as bright as he was before; that’s okay though. He was 1,000 times happier as a smooth hot stud, being objectified for pleasure.
I flipped the open sign over and took him in the back to break in that new body.
You were like a statue, you agreed to model for the art class. You weren’t told that you’d be model clay. After underessibg, tue professor offered you some water Drinking the water, you felt you body seize up, coming to a complete hault.
The drink made you into clay, now you were at the mercy of the sculpting class, apparently full of horny gay men. The pulled clay off of you, smoothed yoir skin, sculpted your pecs and abs, adding muscle to your arns and more to your feet.
The massaged your face, pressing, scraping and pushing. Once they were done, they let you set and dry. The next day they fired you in the kiln. Once dry, they paikted you to look like a real boy, skin tone and all. Gone was the irish tan, replaced with a darker hue, thicker hair and a perfect complexion. On the third day they added all the fine details. The fourth day they glazed you sealing off the body hair you once had. On the 6th day they fired you again. Setting your fate as a resembling a 19 year old, statue.
On the 7th day they bathed you in the waters from the cauldron of life. Your skin gained feeling again, your blood was rushing you could feel your heart betaing. You were alive again!
You were a freshman again, your doctoral work was gone, nobody would believe you. You couldn’t remember anything, unbeknownst to you, the professor known as Dag, has slipped a piece of paper into your clay form. That paper dictated yoir new life, making you a C student, grade A hornball and an above average model. You might get your degree, but you ate much more happy flashing your body for the camera.
Muscle Tf Lover 