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.

Could you do a Truman show type transformation where I wake up to being transformed into a hunk and as I get used to my new life I’m unknowingly having my life broadcast on TV?

absqrst:

Awwwww you think you’ve only just ended up on TV, the world has been enjoying your life for years.
We have all been watching you grow up into an awkward nerdy runt only to suddenly grow into a rampaging muscle stud over the course of one night. I made a killing betting that your change in weight would break your bed, lost money betting you’d be a redhead.

Most of the audience jumped ship to see how the new young guy deals with childhood and his teenager years, I hate spin off shoes.

But a few fans have stayed to watch what you get up too now your a sex machine, the show has changed its tone a lot. The producers keep throwing you into situations where you need to take or shirt off, or pull your beer can fat dick out.
You have made us who still watch very happy, always flexing, and even though you have no clue you somehow always flex directly at camera.

The viewers voted about what they wanted for the new season…

dumberswitch:

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The witch proudly looked over her handiwork. In a matter of seconds, the enchanted singlets had created a pair of dumb jocks.

Marco, the aggressive Italian stud, rolled his broad shoulders and cockily stared down his challenger. “Eyyy, you gotta fuckin’ problem, bro?” It would take a moment to get it through his thick head that he was just talking to his own reflection in the mirror. Chad, the big blonde pretty boy, had been using his phone when the change hit and now stared at it in stupid confusion, having forgotten how to read. In a moment he would put down the phone with a vapid smile – reading’s for nerds – and get back to preening and posing and showing off his Adonis bod.

They were too dumb to remember that a moment ago Marco had been chubby Jewish Michael and Chad had been skinny Chinese Chen, both shy, intelligent nerds, but even if they did remember they wouldn’t care. The growing bulges under their singlets were about to distract them with the need to explore each other’s new bodies – and the witch was going to enjoy the show!

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dougtfs:

With each bubble he blew, Brody felt his chest inflate – the gum was connected directly to his body, and every breath made his muscles swell.

But he didn’t notice that the gum was also connected to his brain. And as he blew, it was like he was exhaling all his thoughts into the bubble. On the first puff, he lost his memory of all his academic training as a scientist; on his second puff, he forgot everything about who he was; on the third puff he couldn’t even think beyond just working out and getting naked and jerking off.

And then – pop! The bubble burst on his face, and all the memories and ideas in the bubble floated away for good. He looked at me, grinning dumbly. “Pretty sweet, dude,” said my former lab partner. He scratched his balls, then took the wad out of his mouth and looked at it. “You wanna try?”

I did.

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realhankmccoy:

“Just drink this down,” I said to Aaron, reaching into the backseat with the coconut water I’d spiked. "It’s coconut water, it’s more hydrating than Gatorade.“

“Good, I hate Gatorade,” Aaron said, yawning.

“Really?” I said, “I’m surprised. Most guys love it. But then again most guys are also hairy, sweaty, muscle-obsessed horndogs who wear tank tops and are obsessed with their cocks.”

“I am not like that, Jon, and you know it,” Aaron said. "I didn’t even want to work out today, you know I think it’s dumb.“ It was true, it had been hard to even get him to wear a tank top.

"I think that’s about to change, dumbass,” I said, turning around with a mischievous smile on my face. Did you finish that bottle of water yet?

“Yeah,” Aaron said, scratching absently at his chest. "Yeah?“ he said again, sounding confused. "Aww, I’ve gotta flex” he suddenly said, and as he did I could hear the cracking of muscle as he started to swell up. Aaron’s eyes were wild, but he couldn’t stop flexing as his biceps started to swell with serious muscle and he started to take on a more masculine expression. Hair was starting to spout up in his pits as he held a flex. He was staring straight at me in a flushed panic, and soon it was sprouting in the center of his chest as well, rapidly spreading outwards and across his torso. "What’s happening,“ he managed to get out as he let his inflating arms collapse to his sides for a moment, but a few seconds later he already felt the compulsion to flex again. His biceps mounded up even harder, his shoulders broadened, and I could see hair starting to sprout up towards his collarbone. He had started getting stubble on his face just before his chest started to loose its smoothness, but by now he was already sporting almost a full beard. "FUCK!” he yelled out in a voice that had dropped by a full octave, going unwillingly into another hard flex. "What the fuck man!“ he said, panting, as the changes slowed down to a stop. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he wasn’t as entirely upset as he sounded.

"Flex for me, fucker. Maybe you’ll get to let that bone out if you do.”

“What the… yeah, I’ll flex for you, you dick. I don’t know what was in that shit, and you should have asked me. Though holy shit, look at my chest, man. Holy fuck, I feel cocky or something. I gotta get this dick sucked man, I feel so horny for no reason.”

“It’s in the water, you fuck,” I said, leaning back and grabbing his hairy chin with one hand and learning in so we could wrestle our tongues in the backseat.

“And you see, the chemical compound works but acting like a substitute or fake source of hormones. Thus pumping up my…muscles.” He said this as he started to look down and started rubbing his hands down his chest. “My hot ass muscles” he said cupping his pecs in his now meaty hands. He then looked up at the camera he had been using to film his project results. “What’s that shit for? Oh was I making a movie?” He asked as he started to rub his chest more and began stripping for the camera, assuming that the only movie he could possibly be making must be porn

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