Jeremy was rich. He inherited money from his famous father and so Jeremy had never worked a day in his life. Jeremy’s life consisted of nothing but flying on private jets, sleeping in lavished hotels and eating in the most high-end restaurants. Life was good for Jeremy.
One day, Jeremy got an odd email from his father. There was still an air of tension between the two after they had fought the previous day. The email stated “Meet me at the construction site. I’ve got a job for you”. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jeremy to get invited to his dad’s construction sites. His dad was a world famous architect after all. But Jeremy didn’t care about that. It was the “I’ve got a job for you” part, he was confused about. Jeremy was a thin 24 year old. No muscles for lifting and no knowledge of architecture. What ‘job’ could he possibly be doing? Jeremy shook his head, put on his most expensive looking suit and headed downtown to his dad’s construction site.
Jeremy hopped out of the taxi and stood in awe of the huge construction site. There were big burly workers carrying machinery. Men travelling up and down scaffolding. Tools scattered everywhere. It was hectic. Jeremy ignored the health and safety rules and cautiously made his way to the back of the construction site.
“Jeremy, my son! You’re here” Jeremy’s father shouted gleefully over the noise of the drilling.
“Like I said, i’m sorry for what I said yesterday. I shouldn’t have called you a spoiled brat. So i’ve arranged a little gift for you” His father said earnestly.
“It’s fine, dad. It doesn’t mat-“ Jeremy was cut off when a big strong man interrupted them. He towered over both Jeremy and his father. The man’s beard was thick and bushy. His shoulders were broad and strong. His smell clouded the air. He reeked. He was everything Jeremy wasn’t. He was the epitome of masculinity.
“Has your dad told you what we’re doing today?”
“No, not reall-“ The masculine worker cut Jeremy off by grabbing his frail shoulder and leading him away from his father. The worker brought him to a coat rack filled with high vis jackets.
“Put one of these on and get to work, boyo” the man said handing Jeremy the high vis jacket.
“Wait!” Jeremy defied. “I’m not going to do the work of some worthless blue collar worker.” Jeremy turned around, ready to storm off when he was grabbed from behind.
“You’re gonna be a good little worker for me, alright” the masculine man growled in his ear.
Jeremy was in shock. The big burly man held him tightly, not letting him budge. The man then covered Jeremy’s mouth with his big meaty hands.
“Soon enough I’m gonna be kissing these juicy lips and farting on this beautiful face of yours” the masculine man said tracing Jeremy’s mouth.
Jeremy struggled and thrashed until he eventually wiggling his way free. He then made a beeline for the exit.
“There’s no point in running, boyo! There is no escape!”
Jeremy sprinted to where he thought the exit was. Only this time, there was no exit. It was just more scaffolding. How could he get out? There was no way to escape. He was helplessly trapped.
Suddenly Jeremy was struck by an intense itching feeling. It covered his entire body. His legs, his arms and his chest were on fire. Jeremy started itching his entire body but the itching sensation just got more and more intense. Jeremy ripped off his suit jacket to see that hair was covering his forearms. Big thick body hair was coming out of his entire body. He looked as if he was becoming some kind of monster. A monster just like the man who had assaulted him.
Jeremy screamed as his body progressively got hairier. Suddenly, the feeling spread to his face. Jeremy looked at his reflection in the machinery. He could see his clean shaven face was now replaced by a 5 o’clock shadow. The 5 o’clock shadow then grew out into a proper short beard. Jeremy was terrified. His rich blonde hair started fading, becoming darker. It was starting to look just like all the other construction workers on the site.
Jeremy noticed a stench beginning to fill the area. The fowl smell filled his nostrils. Jeremy wondered what it could possibly be coming from. What could possibly emit such a fowl overwhelming stench? It was as smelly as a pig sty. Jeremy furrowed his brow, lifted up his arm and gave his new hairy armpit a little sniff. His armpit stunk. The stench filled his nostrils making his eyes water.
“God! What’s happening to me?! Someone help me” Jeremy’s cries were left unheard. The other workers didn’t question it. They had seen this happen a hundred times before. It was nothing new. But they couldn’t help feel a hint of satisfaction seeing a spoiled brat like Jeremy being turned into a big smelly brute like them.
Suddenly, Jeremy felt a strange sensation cover his body. Jeremy’s body began to inflate. His biceps grew bigger as his hairy forearms thickened. His arms looked massive compared to the rest of his body. The feeling then infected his chest. His pecs ballooned outwards. His fat pecs grew bigger and bigger until POPPPP. His chest burst out of his shirt tearing it to shreds. The only thing left we’re the tattered remains of his undershirt. His pecs looked like big milky breasts weighing down on his chest. His sensitive nipples were perky and could easily be twisted. His abs were defined but they were covered in a pelt of black smelly hair.
Jeremy was shocked to see that his skin was getting more and more calloused. His new big meaty hands were growing stronger. They began to show years worth of evidence of manual labour. His skin began to become stained with dirt. Jeremy rubbed at his skin trying to clean it. But it wouldn’t go anywhere. It was almost as if the dirt was apart of him now. As if it could never be removed. His new dirty skin was only adding to the horrible smell. Jeremy’s beard began to get longer and more unkempt. Jeremy was turning into a monster. Some blue collared monster.
Finally, Jeremy’s mind began to endure changes. His memories began to warp. Jeremy screamed and cried as the memories of his rich upbringing were replaced by memories of being poor. Memories of going to a posh private school was replaced by memories of dropping out because he was too stupid. This caused Jeremy’s intelligence to plummet. Jeremy got dumber and dumber. He couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t spell anymore. Couldn’t write anymore. All he could do was lift. That’s what he was built for. He is now nothing more than a dumb construction worker.
“Hey Jerm. Guess what?” The big burly man from earlier had found him. The new and improved him.
“What?” Jerm answered. His eyes vacant. His jaw relaxed. Drool gathering in his mouth.
“I forgot to give you this” PFTTTTTTTT. The big man let out the rankest fart that Jerm had ever smelled.
Jerm’s beard absorbed the smell making him ten times smellier. But Jerm didn’t care. Jerm loved his smell. He smelt like a real man now. The smellier the better. Jerm loved getting his co-workers’ smell all over him. He would willingly shove his face in his co-workers’ smelly cracks. He would willingly sniff their farts. He would do anything to get close to them.
“Now how about that kiss I was promised?” the big man smiled deviously. Jerm jumped on the burly man kissing him passionately.
Jeremy was now nothing more than a stinky construction worker. No more thoughts. No more money. Just lifting and farting while his father deviously watches his new smelly son in which he is so proud of.
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