Gavin was a dedicated worker at the employment service provider business Polished Jobs, where the slogan was âWe create the perfect job for you!â An employee of two years, he was already proving himself to be a strong asset to the company, having successfully matched up more than two hundred out-of-work citizens with careers that were, for a lack of a better clichĂŠ, made for them.
Ever since he was a little boy growing up in the fast-pace life of San Francisco, Gavin knew that he was âspecial.â And not in the sense that there was something wrong with him, but in the sense that there was really no other way to legitimately describe it. Gavin was special. He eventually came to realize that he was able to alter a personâs reality, with a few exceptions: it could only happen once, it could not be undone, and the person was fully aware of how they were in the past and of their present changes. Best of all, the rest of world acted as if nothing was wrong or different, even new clothes or sex items manifesting themselves into existence to accommodate a new life.
Through some experimentation, Gavin learned that not only could he affect a personâs appearance, but he could also change their behavior, and better yet, their sexuality. Every now and then, Gavin would unwind after a long day at work by settling in the bar, smirking to himself as the muscled up jock who was trying to get into a girlâs panties was turned into a cum-hungry man-whore who lived to be subservient to other men.
However, Gavin wouldnât only use his gift for turning people into sexual fantasies or for getting revenge. Sometimes he would boost a customerâs IQ to help them get a job, help them with their balance to improve their waitressing prospects, and even improve writing skills for the new college interns who would come in. And then, on occasion, if he was really bored, he would have a little extra fun with a certain customer. This brings this story to Rick Gunther, a down on his luck, 22-year-old young man who was in need of a job.
Rick was a popular jock in high school. He enjoyed being a fan favorite on the wrestling team, going to many championships (winning some) and having that muscular body that drove all the girls wild. He was a womanizer, sleeping with a different girl every day â the longest consecutive girl was five days. After high school, he tried to attend university with his wrestling scholarship, but found it way too tempting to go out partying with his frat every night rather than attend classes, which led to him flunking out near the end of his first semester. He moved back home to San Francisco, embarrassed, but determined to make a living somehow. That was when his uncle suggested that he should try going into construction, saying that with his muscular physique and strength, it shouldnât be too strenuous for him. Rick thought it would be a perfect idea: he would be able to keep working out and get paid at the same time basically. At first, it was a piece of cake, Rick was able to carry his own when he joined the work force, his youthful and muscular body proving to be an excellent tool. Plus, every time after work, he would go out to a bar, his tight t-shirt and jeans clinging to his muscled body, and âaccidentallyâ leaving his hard hat on. He was almost guaranteed to get a girl to go fuck. Everyday Rick would go to work, in his skin-tight clothes, showing off his muscles to anyone who would look. The girls lusted after him and the guys grew jealous of his high school fitness body. Though he was size large in shirts, Rick always wore a medium to better accentuate his bulk. He was toned: not too muscular so as to look like anything but a regular athlete. He felt that was what the girls liked the most: a toned man, not some over-inflated roidhead. Only fags went after roidheads.
But the good times didnât last, because Rick was eventually laid off due to city budget cuts, leaving him without a job and in need of one before the bills began to rack up. After doing some Internet searching, he saw an ad for Polished Jobs and thought that it couldnât hurt to give it a try.
âNumber 13!â the associate in the waiting room called.
Rick looked up from the game he was playing on his smartphone and moved through the open door, clutching his resume tightly. The wooden door softly shut behind him and he took a seat in the plastic chair that was in front of Gavinâs desk.
Gavin looked up from his computer screen, and was mesmerized for a second at the hunk who had come into his office. The man stood at least six feet tall and had flawless skin, no acne scars nor tattoos. He wore a white t-shirt that was stretched to bursting over his powerful pecs that heaved with every breath the man took, his undershirt tank top sadly hiding the outline of his nipples. However, his powerful biceps made up for it by squeezing themselves out of the sleeves that looked like they were rolling up the powerful mounds to his armpits and broad shoulders. Gavinâs favorite part about the man was his tight blue jeans that hugged his muscled ass that stuck out a little bit from the manâs body. The man, knowing that he was under the admiring eye of Gavin, cleared his throat and ran a beefy hand over his blonde buzz cut, getting impatient.
âUhh, hey,â he said, handing Gavin his resume.
Gavin snapped out of his trance that the Adonis had put him under. The guy had a nice toned look to him, which was alright. Gavin preferred his men to have rippling muscles like a professional bodybuilder though. Not too big as to be immobile, but big enough as to make walking a little difficult with engorged quads. He quickly read over the paper that was handed to him. âAhh, Rick Gunther,â Gavin said, getting to business, and forming a few ideas, âit says here that your only previous work experience has been in construction.â
It then hit him. Gavin had seen Rick the weekend before when he was at a bar. Gavin had been ignoring the advances of some twink when his gaze fell on Rick. He was about to get up the nerve to talk to him when he saw Rick approach a girl and begin to flirt with her, flexing his muscles as he did so, letting her grip his nice bicep. Then he moved on to another girl, then another. A real man whore. Such a shame, Gavin had thought, it would have been nicer if the man was a whore for men and men only.
âYeah,â Rick nodded, answering Gavinâs question and scratching the back of his neck, his small shirt lifting a little bit, giving a sneak peek at his hairy abs. They were so defined and inviting, yet were hidden from the worldâs view behind that fabric.
That would have to be fixed, Gavin thought to himself. âAre you interested in pursuing that field again?â he asked Rick, beginning to set down some tid-bits in his mind that heâd do to Rick. So far he knew that Rick would not hide his powerful chest behind a shirt anymore, but Gavin couldnât decide how to make it so yet. Gavin was a pec-man. He loved pecs, especially nipples on hard, round pecs that stuck out invitingly off a musclemanâs chest. He had fond memories of inflating menâs pecs at the bars, dramatically increasing their sensitivity so that they begged Gavin to worship them.
âIâd definitely want to go back into construction,â Rick said, grinning to himself. âHelps keep me in shape, a win-win.â He spread out his arms to show off to the much-smaller man his toned build, the t-shirt stretching over his chest even more.
Thatâs it, Gavin thought, a shirt would not be able to fit over Rickâs new powerful pecs and protruding nipples once he was done with him. Plus, he felt that there was really no point in a muscleman wearing clothes in the first place, so perhaps heâd make Rick be naked all the time. His mouth began to salivate and he felt himself getting hard at the many images of the new Rick that were forming in his mind, but he wouldnât allow himself to change him just yet. Right off the back, Gavin could tell that Rick was the kind of young man who lived for his body and loved to show it off to its many admirers, so Gavin figured that Rick should experience his new life in front of said admirers. âAlright then,â Gavin said, searching through some files on his computer when he found the perfect one. âWell, Mr. Gunther it seems that thereâs still some construction going on across from Westfield Centre on Market. How about that?â
Rick nodded. âThatâd be great!â
Gavin called up the foreman in charge of construction, his number left on the email sent to the employment service provider, and used his gift to make him automatically accept Rick without the need for an interview or even meeting him. âThere you are, Mr. Gunther,â Gavin said. âYou are expected to meet up at the site at six am, ready to work.â
âThatâs unbelievable!â Rick smiled. Fucking awesome, he thought. âThanks man,â he shook Gavinâs hand, his bicep poking even more out of his shirt as he did so.
âPleasureâs all mine,â Gavin said, his eyes glued to Rickâs muscular ass as it swished out of his office. Once Rick was out, Gavin took out a notepad and began to jot down some notes that he would use later to alter the muscled young man the next day at work.
Five am, Rickâs smartphone alarm clock went off, its loud beeping making him jump up in bed. The girl that he had brought over from the bar, Vanessa?, moaned a little and turned on her side. Rick shrugged it off, whispering in her ear that he had to leave for work and to leave when she was ready. She seemed like an innocent girl and would not steal any of his things, so he didnât need to worry.
He crawled out of the king-sized bed and made his way to the shower where he decided to skip shaving for today. He looked sexy with some stubble on his chin. Rick wasnât a morning person at all, but was glad that he had a job, even though he had to be there at six in the fucking morning. After showering and brushing his teeth, Rick dressed in his trademark medium-sized t-shirt and his tight jeans over some black boxers.
Rick left his apartment and took the BART over to Market Street, reaching it fairly quickly since he didnât live too far away. When he arrived at the site, there were already some workers there talking to a man he assumed was the foreman by the authority that reeked from him. He was a burly man, his muscles way larger than Rickâs, coming off more as a bodybuilder with coarse black hair speckled over his beefy forearms. As Rick approached, he found that he only reached up to the manâs eyes and was half as wide as him, the foremanâs shoulders ridiculously broad.
The man spotted Rick and a smile appeared, framed by a black goatee that was oddly, neatly trimmed. âNew guy, eh?â he asked, some of the other workers glancing at Rick. They were all toned men, wearing hard hats and orange vests.
âY-yes,â Rick said, nervous under the eye of the behemoth for some reason. âIâm Rick Gunther.â He held out his hand.
The foreman took it, his powerful hand almost crushing it. âNameâs Alan and Iâll be your boss. So youâre the guy Gavin called about? Must be good if he could convince me to hire you on the spot.â Alan eyed Rick up. âYou seem a little strong, so why donât go get a hard hat and a vest from my office over there, and sign your name on the clipboard so you can get your hours documented.â Alan gestured toward a portable office trailer that was parked close to the sidewalk, a little walk away from the construction.
âAlright, Alan,â Rick said, making his way towards the office when a beefy hand engulfed his shoulder.
âAddress me as âSirâ, Ricky,â Alan smirked and then let go of his shoulder. âAnd after that, why donât you start unloading the cement mix from my pickup? They shouldnât be too heavy for you.â
Rick grimaced at having to suck up to that roid-rager by having to call him Sir. And he hated being called âRickyâ; it seemed too feminine for a manâs man like himself. Nevertheless, Rick made his way to the office where he saw a dozen of lockers lined up against the wall, the one at the far end having a piece of white tape with âGuntherâ scribbled on it. Rick opened it and pulled the hat and vest out. The hat was the traditional white hard hat and the orange reflector vest was filled with little holes in it, so that it looked like mesh-plastic. He looked around and saw a tiny wooden desk in the corner with a clipboard on, and he scribbled his name down along with the time he had arrived. There was a long mirror near the lockers and Rick caught his reflection on his way out, smirking to himself as he grew excited with thoughts of going to the bar tonight. He was sure to get an even sexier girl than whatever-her-name-was who was probably just now leaving his place. He had to adjust his satisfying eight-inches at the thought of getting pussy and then stepped out of the office.
He saw, parked close to the pit that was dug out and shaped into a neat square for the foundation of the building, was a red pickup truck with at least two dozen bags of cement mix in the bed. A few feet away was a mixer, with one bag already at its feet. He sauntered over to the truck and picked up two heavy, 50 pound bags at once, wanting to show off to Alan that he was tough and not some little guy just because he was toned and not a roidhead.
âNew guy can carry his weight,â he overheard one of the other workers saying, bringing a smirk to his face. He set the bags down on the ground, carefully as to not let their packaging bust open.
He quickly glanced over, seeing that Alan was looking his way, arms crossed over his powerful chest as if in slight approval.
Rick made his way back over to the truck, pulling on the corner of one bag to pull it closer to him. He pulled that one up out of the bed and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
âDonât break you back!â Alan joked, seeming to have accepted him. âWe canât have you-â Alan stopped mid-sentence and seemed to have frozen. All the other workers followed suit, stopping in their tracks. In fact, it seemed as if all of San Francisco had frozen over: cars were dead in the road and people on the sidewalks were mid-stride like mannequins.
âThe fuck?â Rick wondered to himself, thinking that this was all a dream. He tried to put the cement mix down to investigate, but realized that he was paralyzed as well. Panicking, he attempted to move his feet, but felt as if he were superglued to his spot. The only part of his body that he could move was his head, which he used to frantically look around, desperate to see if anyone could help him out of his predicament. However, he was unaware that this was all Gavinâs doing, his gift starting to take effect.
The first thing to change was his clothes. Rick began to feel a tightness around his torso, like he was being squeezed by a weak force. Glancing downward, he watched in awe as his t-shirt was shrinking, the end of it pulling away from his jeans and up his torso, revealing the chiseled abs that were dusted with light chest hair. Even the short sleeves of the shirt were being reduced, curling off his biceps that were stuck in a flex from lifting up the cement bag, and pooling at his arm pits. Eyes widening in shock, Rick watched as his t-shirt shrank from being a tank top to a cut-off to nothing. In a pop, his t-shirt simply vanished out of existence, leaving only the mesh vest to cover Rickâs muscled torso in the cold morning. His nicely formed pecs were completely on display for the entire world to see. âWha-?â he wondered in amazement. Then the tightness began to form around his groin. Looking down past his naked torso, Rick saw the band of his boxers slip into his jeans, following the shirtâs demise, leaving Rick commando in a matter of seconds.
Rickâs face began to grow hot with embarrassment. He couldnât work under his new boss with no shirt and no underwear. However, that turned out to be the least of his worries when he saw the cuffs of his pant legs beginning their ascent up his legs, slowing revealing his strong calves and then up to his quads. âNo! No!â Rick panicked at the thought of being naked in public, especially on the site of his new job. Normally he was fine with showing off his body that he worked hard for, but that was with girls. There was no fucking way that he wanted to show off in front of men like some fag. Surely this had to be some kind of bad dream. The pant legs grew tighter, clinging to his skin even more than before as they made their way up to Rickâs ass, where their ascent stopped. Rick gasped with horror as it looked as if he were wearing a pair of skin-tight, cut-off daisy dukes, his ass cheeks virtually visible at the bottom and his crack peeking out at the top. In front, his impressive bulge was totally seen, leaving nothing at all to the imagination as the outline of his cock and balls was presented to the world. Sure Rick liked to show off his body to woman before, but not like this, where all he had on was a hard hat, a mesh vest, and some booty shorts. He looked like some fag who idolized the Village People.
But thatâs when the body modifications began. First thing to happen was that all the body hair Rick had, from the eyebrows down, began to recede back into his skin. Even all the manly chest hair was gone, leaving his pale skin smooth to the touch, soft as silk. Then Rickâs pecs began to inflate. His jaw dropped in horror as he helplessly watched the two previously impressive mounds balloon off his chest, growing rounder and firmer with every passing second, as if someone were blowing air into them. And as his pecs inflated, the view of the rest of his body was blocked, the huge muscles getting in his way, even rubbing up against his chin when his mouth hung agape. By the time they were done with their alterations, it looked as if Rick had two personal pillows implanted into his chest.
The material of the plastic, mesh vest began to stretch out, groaning a bit as Rickâs back muscles expanded in size as well, pushing his broad shoulders out even further than they were supposed to be. It was obvious that Rick would have a little difficulty going through any standard-sized door now, having to turn sideways the littlest bit to avoid hitting both muscular shoulders on the doorframes. The mysterious growth made its way into his arms next. Biceps that were nice and round to begin with had begun to balloon to a larger size, becoming the size of a ripe cantaloupe. What made things worse was the growth of Rickâs lats, forcing his biceps to rest on them, preventing the shocked man from ever being able to hang his arms down straight at his sides again. Forearms followed suit, inflating themselves to match his new altered body.
âThe fuck is happening to me?!â Rick futilely cried out, unable to comprehend why he was beginning to look like some gay porn star who took way too many steroids. Then he heard a sound that was like a pop, and then another, and Rick saw as his nipples began to stand up off his pecs, protruding at least an inch and hovering over his hairless abs. Even the areolas around the pointy nipples began to stretch out, a tingling sensation of need starting to radiate from them as they begged to be played with, further increasing Rickâs distress. He couldnât believe what was happening to him now. It had to be a nightmare, there was no way that he would stand in nothing but cut-off shorts in a gay-looking bodybuilderâs frame in front of his new male coworkers.
His shoes managed to stay intact, but they pushed farther away from each other as Rickâs quads grew to twice their normal size. Their new girth even forced his bulge out in front, making it rest on the new muscle that would definite impede his walk to a waddle. Rick felt himself begin to hyperventilate with the thoughts of what the other men would think about his new form. But the changes had yet to finish.
The tightness in the jeans reappeared as Rick felt his ass inflate next. He whimpered as the two globes filled up any remaining space in the cut-offs and stretched the material to its limit. His ass pushed itself outwards, forming a near ninety-degree angle with his back, growing firmer as it made its way. It rounded itself out into a perfect bubble butt, easily more than two times the size of Rickâs previous ass. The cut-offs were forced to ride up the back of the two new muscular globes, seeming to vacuum around his cock and balls. Then the zipper of the shorts burst open with a clank, showing off the shaft of Rickâs soft cock as it managed to stay tucked inside the skimpy shorts that were too small for even the sluttiest of gay men. Rick felt his dick slip out of the perfect hole in front of his cut-offs, his cock lengthening in size until it rested on the middle of his thigh, soft.
Then, instantaneously, life was put back on play. Cars zoomed by, honking at each other and pedestrians shoved their way on the sidewalk. Not one of them was aware of the traumatic experience that the overly-muscled man in the cut-off shorts and too-small vest just went through.
â-injured on your first day!â Alan continued his joke, turning to the other workers to laugh it out.
âWhat the fuck!?!â Rick cried out, dropping the cement bag to the ground and looking down at his altered body in shock and horror. His stomach turned in knots as he glanced down at his ballooned pecs, enlarged nipples, and extreme bubble butt. He couldnât believe that just a few seconds ago, a regular man in a t-shirt and jeans was standing here, but now there was a bodybuilder who had the skimpiest of clothing on.
âSomething wrong, Ricky?â Alan called over to him.
The other workers eyed the new Rick, but didnât say anything about his new bodybuilder form or slutty outfit. It was almost as if they either didnât notice or care.
âSomething wrong?!â Rick asked in disbelief. He lifted up his arms to show off his new body, having to use a little extra strength thanks to his bulging bicepâs increased weight. âLook at me!â He couldnât understand how Alan and the workers hadnât said or noticed anything. Obviously the changes that he had undergone were extremely noticeable considering he was now about twice as wide as before and in clothing that was definitely tighter. The mesh vest thatâs bottom used to reach the top of his jean pockets was now just at the upper middle section of his rigid and exposed abdominals, his massive shoulders and lats stretching the plastic to its limit. The front couldnât even cover the hyperbolic firmness of Rickâs inflated pecs as they drastically stuck off his chest like a shelf, pushing themselves past the plastic, refusing to be hidden from the public eye. He looked like some stereotypical gay construction worker out of some muscle fetish porn. Rick quickly moved his hands in front of his ridiculous long cock, barely covering up half of it, turning red in the face. He couldnât believe that a bunch of men had just seen some of his cock, and what was worse was that, thanks to their exaggerated size, his giant pecs were squeezed closer to one another by his huge biceps, creating a large cleavage previously thought impossible to the distressed man. To add insult to injury, his muscled ass pushed itself further out of the cut-offs at the slightest bend forward.
âYeah, you work out,â Alan commented, his eyes running up and down Rickâs bulging form, sending an odd quiver-inducing sensation through the latter man. âNow are you gonna move those cement bags or not?â
Rickâs mouth dropped in shock; once again, his lower jaw grazed the top of his new pecs. Alan had to be joking, and there was no way in hell that this was real. Rick had to get out of here. âI-I gotta go,â he stammered.
Alan shook his head in disappointment. âWell then, why donât you just sign out for the day,â he said. âIâll give you a lift back to your place. Maybe tomorrow youâll be out of what funk youâre in now.â
âO-okay,â Rick said, his heart racing at the thought of going home where he would be out of the view of others and where he could figure out a way to wake up from this horrendous nightmare. He picked up one heavy leg and had to swing it out to the side a little in order to waddle with his new bulk, his muscled-up arms continuing to futilely attempt to hide his cock. However, as soon as Rick took a step, he felt the material of the cut-offs shift in his ass crack, the denim material rubbing up against his hole, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout his body that could only be described as pure bliss. Without warning, he threw back his head and let out a low âOohhh!â His cock twitched underneath his beefy hands and began to plump up.
âNo need for a show,â Alan said as he made his way over to the truck, picking up the dropped cement bag to go move it over to the others.
âOh God,â Rick whined to himself, humiliated by his uncontrollable outburst. Biting down on his lip, Rick made his way over to the office trailer, trying desperately to ignore the good sensations that his sensitive hole gave him as the denim caressed it. His dick was almost at full mast, no longer able to be partially covered by hands. It proudly waved side to side in front of the traumatized man as he waddled over to the office, his giant ass swinging back and forth behind him. Luckily, none of the other works seemed to notice Rickâs predicament, turning their attention back to whatever task they were working on before. Finally, Rick made his way into the office, slamming the door shut behind him and rushing over to the mirror by the lockers in order to evaluate his new body
âFuck!â he yelled out as his eyes honed in on his cock which had grown to come up past his belly button and as thick as a kielbasa sausage. Even his balls had grown to the size of lemons. Rick looked over the rest of his altered form, eyes running over the reflection of the gay beast shown back at him. He had to have put on at least one hundred pounds of muscle, most of it centered in his pecs and ass, both of them making his side-profile resemble an âSâ. And his nipples were huge! They obscenely stuck out, as if he spent years continuously pumping them in order to get them to point so perfectly, like pencils; worst of all: they showed no sign of deflating back to a manageable size. Rick looked at his face, seeing that his stubble was all gone, leaving his jaw smooth to the touch. His eyebrows were neatly plucked and symmetrical; his hair gelled up in the latest metro-style. Giant biceps rested on equally giant lats, making his arms stick out. And his quads pushed against one another, making a wide gap between his feet. His slim waist looked ridiculously between huge legs and his barrel chest. He wasnât cartoonishly massive, but more like the size of a professional super heavyweight bodybuilder, just with a much larger ass and much, much larger pecs and nips.
Rick rushed over to the lockers, hoping that another worker â a larger one â had left some clothes in theirs. There was no way that Rick wanted to go back outside in front of all those men, his muscles available for all to gawk at. He felt his dick involuntarily twitch at that last thought.
The first couple of lockers had no clothes in them or clothes that would definitely not fit over his bulky, new frame. However, the fourth one on the bottom row had a size 40 pants and size XXL white t-shirt. âYes!â Rick cheered to himself, quickly undoing the button on his cut-offs. He peeled them off, his body shuddering at the feeling of the denim being pulled from in between his ass cheeks. All this muscle was highly sensitive, begging to be touched. Fucking weird dream, Rick wondered. He kicked the cut-offs to the side, eagerly shoving his heavy legs into the pants, yanking them up. His calf muscles and large quads made the denim stretch and groan, already skin-tight when only halfway on. Unfortunately for Rick, the pants wouldnât button around his hyperbolic bubble butt. The waist of the pants couldnât even move past his giant ass, hanging just below the cheeks and his cock still stood out in front at half-mast. With an angry grunt, Rick tossed his hard hat to the floor and ripped off his mesh vest before trying to pull the t-shirt on. However, the crewneck collar ripped due to the width of his thick neck that was accentuated by his traps. He shoved his arms in the sleeves, the shirt making rip noises as his biceps threatened to tear it apart. However, when he moved to pull the rest of the shirt down over his torso, the fabric would barely fit over his inflated pecs, and his protruding nipples stuck out against the material. To add even more problems, Rickâs lats and broad shoulders caused the end of the shirt to stop just at the top of his abs, barely covering anything.
âSon of a bitch!â Rick hissed as the shirt burst open in front, his pecs pushing their way back into view for all to see. The panicked man was completely unaware that Gavin made it so that his ballooned pectorals and enlarged nipples were his best assets that would be forever on display. If only he could wake up from this nightmare.
âDone yet?â Alan asked as he opened the office door and peeked inside. His eyes rested on the bodybuilder whose dick was standing up out of unbuttoned pants that hung below his giant ass, and whose massive pecs hung out of a shirt that was in tatters. âWhat are doing in my clothes?â
âShit!â Rick immediately shouted. âIâm sorry, I just wanted to cover up!â His face was beet red with embarrassment as his dick and ass were proudly on display. However, that thought soon left his mind as he realized that he now came up to Alanâs pecs, making Rick realize that he must have lost some height during his transformation too, most likely coming up to 5â5ââ now instead of his proud 6â1â'.
âIf you want to cover up, then you wear the clothes that you brought, not mine,â Alan chuckled as he moved to the locker that Rick had originally found his hard hat and vest in. âBesides, youâre obviously bigger than me, and anyways, that Gavin guy from the employment center said that you specifically requested that you never wear shirts.â
Rickâs color faded from his face as Alan pulled out what was deemed to be clothing from the locker. In Alanâs hand was a small white poser that could have maybe fit Rick before his transformation, maybe a little too tightly, but there was no way that itâd conceal his altered form. However, almost like he was in a trance, Rick felt his arms pull the too small pants down to the floor, his hips gyrating as he did so.
He stopped in his tracks, fearfully looking up at Alan to gauge his reaction.
Alan just continued to hold the poser out in front of him, not giving any indication to Rickâs odd outburst again. Rick stepped out of the jeans, pulling the remaining pieces of the shirt off him, his hand quickly and unconsciously giving his right nipple a hard tug. âOhhh!â Rick moaned, his cock now shooting fully erect, standing strongly in front of him and Alan. Never before had he ever gotten off with his nipples, but for some reason, they now seemed to be were directly hard-wired to his cock, begging to be played with some more. His fingers were still on the sensitive nip, and he reluctantly letting go, his face turning scarlet.
âHmm, I donât think this thing will fit,â Alan mused, looking at the poser.
Rick too humiliated for words was speechless.
Alan dug through the locker once more, handing Rick another hard hat and a plastic mesh vest. âHere, I know you use these to help pick up guys.â He placed the hat on top of speechless Rickâs head, and put the vest on him, his pecs and tingling nipples prominently uncovered again. âLetâs go, Ricky.â Alan opened the door and motioned for Rick to follow.
Rick frowned and looked down at his hard cock that stood in front of him, coming up past his belly button, and his giant ass that every single person in San Francisco would get a chance to see. âBut, Iâm-â he began, but Alan put his hand on his broadened shoulder and maneuvered Rick out of the office, in front of the other workers.
This time, though, the workers stopped what they were doing and stared as Rick, with his exposed ass and erect cock, waddled in his bodybuilder body right behind Alan.
âYeah, shake it for me, Baby!â âNice tits!â âSuch a whore, love it.â
Rick felt like dying right then and there, this by far being the worst day of his life. But things only grew worse when he heard one guy yell out, âPut on a show for us, Ricky!â Almost on command, Rick felt himself begin to flex his massive muscles, pulling both of his meaty arms upright in a double biceps pose, veins popping out all over his bulging muscles. An uncontrollable smile formed on his face, despite his screams on the inside. Rick put his hands on his waist and pushed his shoulder forwards to perform a lat spread. The workers hooted and hollered for him, forming a circle around the frantic man who uncontrollably showed off his vast form to the men. Rick bent forward, pulling his arms inward to perform a most muscular pose, his hard cock brushing up against his pecs in his bent form.
âBe sexy for us!â a man shouted.
Rick began to gyrate his hips, running his hands all over his smooth skin. His hands stopped at his protruding nipples, tugging on them with all his might, moaning loudly for the crowd of horny workers. âOhhh, yeah!â he moaned. He didnât know why he was showing off to a bunch of men and why he seemed to enjoy it so much. Every pair of eyes on his huge form only seemed to encourage Rickâs show. Tidal waves of pleasure ran through his core as he let go of his sensual nips and jacked off his giant cock with both beefy hands for the men. He felt one of his hands move back over his bubble butt, his index finger circling around his hole, teasing it before shoving itself all the way in, causing the new bodybuilder to moan even louder this time. On the inside, Rick was pleading for his uncontrollable show to come to an end, but his new body seemed to love the attention it got from men, continuing its sex act. Rick had never been penetrated before in his life, but it felt as if every centimeter of his hole was bringing him nothing but ultimate pleasure. He wasnât in control of his actions, if he was, he would have run away by now, but this new body had a mind of its own. And right now, this new body wanted to play with its ass, shoving more fingers in, a total of four.
One of the workers whipped out his cock from his pants, revealing that he was hard. Rick felt his body pull his fingers out of his ass with a loud pop, his hole tightening back up automatically, and waddle over to the man, dropping on his massive knees and taking the whole member into his mouth, moaning loudly as he sucked on the large member. His head bobbed back and forth, the man screaming on the inside at his gay actions. But the bodybuilder on the outside hungrily sucked and worked the workerâs cock until the worker came, jazzing in the surprised manâs mouth. Rickâs eyes snapped open in shock, wanting to spit out the dick and cum, but his uncontrollable behavior caused him to swallow the manâs juices like it was precious water. Rick couldnât believe what he was doing, but the salty taste of cum caused his own cock to leak precum, drops running down his own sensitive member.
âRicky, we have to get going. You can show off for the guys tomorrow,â Alan interrupted.
The workers groaned, but nevertheless left the circle to go back to whatever they doing before. Rick snapped back to his senses and quickly spit the workerâs cock out his mouth and jumping to his feet. There was no way he could ever be more humiliated than he was now, putting on a sex show for a bunch of horny men.
âSee ya tomorrow for Round Two,â the worker winked at him, sending a shudder through Rick, making his cock twitch.
Rick ran to Alanâs pickup truck with his erect cock wildly swinging in front of him. He quickly hopped in and slammed the door, shoving his red face into his hands, groaning with grief at what he had just done. He couldnât believe that he had just jacked off and shoved his fingers up his fucking ass and sucked off a man, all the while naked in some gay bodybuilderâs body. He had been completely aware of what he was doing, but it was as if he were a puppet to some invisible force that controlled his every movement and sexual feeling. Rickâs heartbeat was going a thousand miles per, part from his shame and part from the excitement of showing off in front of the men that lingered in his mind. What was worse what that he had an empty feeling on his mouth, a feeling that his subconscious told him only a cock could satisfy. His stomach hungrily rumbled at the thought of swallowing more cum.
Alan got in the truck and started it up, pulling out of the construction site and making his way through the city to Rickâs apartment. âIâd recommend putting that seatbelt on, but I donât think that itâll fit over those tits,â Alan chuckled. âHowâd you get âem that big?â
Rick groaned even louder, rubbing his eyes with balled up fists. Frowning, he glanced down at the melons implanted on his chest. He also noticed that he was still hard, his cock proudly standing up, a drop of precum running down his veiny member. âAre you even serious right now?â he asked, gesturing toward his stiff member. âHow are you not bothered by this?â Despite being a little relieved that people werenât calling him out on his unreal proportions that miraculously appeared, Rick was frantic as to why they acted as if he was always a slutty gay bodybuilder.
âWhat do you mean?â Alan asked. âGavin told me all about your situation: a stripper who got canned for roiding up in the bathroom desperate for any job that was predominately male.â
âStripper?!â For some odd reason, Rickâs cock twitched and he felt himself flex his mighty ass cheeks, the thought of being a stripper bringing a tingling sensation. Just the thought of it, dancing naked, showing off his massive bodybuilder form to a crowd of horny men. Just a bunch of manly men, grabbing and stroking his biceps, pinching his ass, giving a tug on his nips. The cab of the truck was a little cramped with the two musclemen, Alanâs broad shoulders bumping into Rickâs even broader shoulders when they turned a corner. âOhh, yeah,â Rick moaned, the feeling of another manâs touch making his cock jump and shoot pleasure throughout his core.
âThose muscles sure are sensitive, eh?â Alan said, turning onto Rickâs street.
As if the surreal body wasnât bad enough, Rick was equally horrified at his uncontrollable behavior and seemingly unquenchable gay libido. He didnât know why he seemed to be getting off with just the touch of a man. Come to think of it, he never realized how tight the t-shirt on Alan was, accentuating his manly bulk. He wasnât anywhere close to as muscular as Rickâs new body, but his body had packed on some meat after years of physical labor. Alanâs biceps poked out of his sleeves and Rick caught himself licking his lips as he stared at the man.
Alan pulled up in front of Rickâs complex. âThere you go, how about I come check up on you after work? Make sure everythingâs alright?â he asked.
Rickâs heart beat was racing now as a brief image of having that burly man in his apartment, in his bed, flickered in his mind. âY-yeah,â he stammered, unsure as to why he was getting excited. He quickly hopped out of the truck and dashed into the complex, running up the staircase to his floor. The whole way up the stairs, he struggled to ignore the bouncing of his inflated pecs and the way his cock wilding swung in front of him, begging to be played with. He got to his apartment and grabbed the key from on the top doorframe, and quickly slammed the door open, wanting to rush inside before any of his neighbors saw his altered state. Rick dashed forward, but knocked both of his shoulders on the doorframe. After huffing with irritation, he turned sideways and slid into the small apartment, quickly shutting and locking the door behind him.
First thing he did was rush into his bedroom to find some clothes that might be able to conceal his inappropriate form in. There was no way in hell that Rick wanted to be in public again with an obscene ass and hard dick for all to see. Plus, the length and rigidness of his nipples was pretty embarrassing too, making him look like some fetishist. He waddled up to his dresser that was across the room from his bed, and yanked open the first drawer.
âWhat?â he wondered. He yanked open the rest of the drawers, finding that only the very last one had any article of clothing in it: posers that were obviously way too small for his newly formed muscles. Even the closet was empty, as if all his clothes had vanished, forcing him to wear only a little triangle of material that would easily outline his cock and slip between his bubble butt.
âFuck!â he shouted, slamming the dresser shut in a fit, cracking the board in half with his new strength that his massive arms gave him. âThis has to be a dream. Thereâs no fucking way this is real.â Rick waddled over to his bed, pulling blanket up and slipping in the sheets. The bed frame groaned under his increased weight, the mattress sinking down way more than before.
âJust gotta go to sleep, then wake up and everything will be normal,â Rick told himself, throwing the hard hat and mesh vest to the floor. He lay flat on his back, but his thick back muscles kept his head way above the pillow. Plus, his larger ass made it so that his lower back was elevated as well; not a very comfortable sleeping position. Rick turned on his side, but his lats and incredibly broad shoulders didnât help at all. Finally he turned on his front, his inflated pecs keeping his head up further from the pillow than it was when he was on his back. Plus, his cock was being tightly pressed against his chiseled abs, the ridges of muscles feeling good to the hard member.
It felt really good. So good that Rick couldnât help but wiggle his hips a little, creating the tiniest bit of friction to get the good sensation to build just a little-
âUunghh!â Rick squealed, his hips wildly bucking as his cock exploded with cum, drenching his clean sheets with the sticky fluid. It seemed as if his lemon-sized balls could hold gallons of cum, as the spray lasted for what felt like minutes, leaving Rick spent in a damp puddle on the mattress. Despite knowing how disgusted he should have been with laying in cum, the sticky fluid felt good on his body and he stayed in his laying-down position for a good ten minutes before he got off the bed to try to sleep on the couch in the living room.
He waddled in, having to have walked sideways in the narrow hallway, and plopped his bulk on the sofa. The furniture groaned just like the bed and Rick rolled his eyes, fed up with this stupid dream where he was a gay bodybuilder. He lay on his back, setting his head on the arm rest and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep, eager for this nightmare to be over so that he could be back in his old body and have control over his behavior again.
Rickâs eyes fluttered open and focused on the clock on the DVD player that was on the TV stand in the living room. He sat up and stretched his arms, popping his back. He couldnât believe that he had slept in all day, it already being 6:34 pm. He must have been tired-
âShit!â Rick yelled as he looked down at his engorged quads that barely fit on the couch. Looking at the rest of his body, his balloon-like pecs, his bowling ball biceps, and his cobblestone abs just confirmed that whatever happened to him earlier today at work was not only real, but permanent. The thought of spending the rest of his life as a gay bodybuilder who was obsessed with sex made Rickâs throat grow a little dry. He liked to consider himself a manâs man. Sure he liked his old muscles, the kind that made him look athletic and toned, not looking like the stripper version of Scott MilneâŚand how did he know who Scott Milne was anyway?
There was a knock on the front door. âHey, Ricky! Itâs me Alan, open up!â
Thatâs right, Alan had said that he would stop by later. Rick sighed, but his body waddled over to the door, letting the older man into the apartment. Alan sauntered in, a sweat mark forming on the front of his t-shirt from a long day at work, the wet material clinging to his hairy pecs with every breath he took.
âYou feeling better Ricky?â he asked as he closed the door behind him. âYou donât look too well.â
Rickâs eyes ran up and down the older manâs body, taking in his labor-built muscles. This was a real man, and for some reason it made Rickâs cock stir, making it slowly twitch to life and get plump. Inwardly, Rick sighed as his new equipment confirmed that heâd no longer be chasing after woman, but would instead be lusting after men, flexing and performing for them in spite of himself.
âIâm fine,â he mumbled, eyes locked on the bulge in Alanâs jeans.
Alan smirked and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the ground. Rickâs cock now sprung to full attention as the older manâs hairy chest was on display. His firm pecs hovered above a set of rigid abdominals whose hair met with the treasure trail that led down to his pubes. âGo to the bedroom and show me how much you want it,â Alan said.
Despite his internal protests, Rick scurried to the bedroom, tripping over his large legs every now and then. He threw his weight onto the bed that had some crust on top of it from Rickâs dried up cum. Nevertheless, Rick got on all fours, shoving his globular ass in the air and arching his back. He reached back with his arms, having a little trouble with his biceps hitting his lats at first, but managed to grab his cheeks and spread them, revealing his tight hole for the older muscle man.
Alan strolled into the bedroom, strong arms crossed over his broad chest. âMan, you sure look like a good fuck,â he said, crawling on the bed and over to Rick. He leaned over him, slightly resting his hairy torso on Rickâs widened back.
Rick bit back a moan at the feeling of Alanâs hard nipples poking into his smooth back, hissing to himself âIâm not fucking gay.â
âWhat was that?â Alan asked, reaching around the conflicted man to tug on his perpetually erect nipple, and then giving his pecs a hard squeeze. âYouâre not what?â
Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over Rick. He threw back his head and let out a low moan, his cock starting to drip precum like a faucet. Alan unbuttoned the top of his jeans, sliding them down to his knees. The older manâs cock was starting to stir, its head positioned right at Rickâs hole, giving it a little tease, which sent the new bodybuilder into a hormonal frenzy. âIâŚooohhhh, yeahâŚno, Iâm not gay â oohhh, fuck!â Rick struggled to say what was on his mind, his resolve fogging over as his behavior became harder and harder to control. His muscles twitched with anger and pleasure, and he flexed his ass, feeling the hard member of Alan there.
âNo Ricky,â Alan laughed, âyouâre as queer as they fucking come.â He leaned back a bit and then shoved a finger into Rickâs hole, slowly pushing it in and out.
âOh fuck!â Rick moaned, his ass pushing against the penetrating finger despite his mind telling it not to. His cock was rock hard now, slapping against his abs and his nipples screamed to be touched, to be yanked on and played with. Despite screaming on the inside, Rickâs hands gave in to his urges and tugged on both nipples again.
âFeels good, donât it?â Alan asked, slipping another finger inside.
âUuhhnnngg!â was all Rick could manage, never feeling pleasure like this before. His asshole was bringing forth a sensation that he didnât know had existed, and he buried his face into the cum-stained matress, his hands still tugging on the sensitive nubs on his busty chest.
Alan slipped in another finger, and then a fourth, stretching out the tight hole so he could slide his cock in. He sat upright and pulled his fingers out with a pop, leaving an empty and hungry feeling in Rickâs asshole.
Rick could feel Alan positioning himself, lining up his cock with his asshole. âWait!â Rick cried out, letting go of his nipples and gaining some control back over his body and senses. âIâm not fucking gay! I was normal this morning and then time froze, and now I look like this!â He turned around to face a hard Alan, and moved his giant arms to show off his bodybuilder form.
âI donât know what the fuck happened!â Rick cried out. âOne second Iâm a hundred-eighty pound stud, and the next Iâm a three-hundred pound bodybuilder with no control over his actions! Oh, and my body likes guys!â Despite his body screaming to be fucked by the older muscle man, Rick knew deep down that getting fucked would only confirm his fate as a gay bodybuilder.
âThatâs one crazy story,â Alan said, pushing back on Rickâs shoulders to make him lay down. He then crawled between the frantic bodybuilding slutâs legs, pushing them up in the air, lining up his cock with Rickâs hole. âNow, this here will prove that youâre a fag.â He slowly pushed the head of his cock into Rickâs tight hole, then the rest of the shaft until he was all the way inside.
Rickâs eyes rolled to the back of his head, never before experiencing pleasure like this. Even when he had his old body and fucked all the women he wanted, he not once felt any orgasmic bliss like he was now with a cock up his ass. âOhhh!â he moaned as Alan began to push in and out, moving slow at first, but soon picking up speed like a piston. âFuck! Yes! Harder! Harder!â
Alan let out little grunts as he fucked the bodybuilderâs ass, reaching over and giving his crazy nips a tug, eliciting loud moans from Rick.
Rick couldnât believe that he was letting himself get fucked in the ass by some hairy muscle man who was supposed to be his boss. His legs were straight up in the air and every pound from the manâs cock sent a shock wave of pure sexual pleasure through him, his muscles twitching and pecs bouncing with every thrust. He knew deep down that Rick, the old womanizing Rick who guys were jealous of was gone. Instead he was now Ricky, the slutty bodybuilder who men lusted after and vice versa. Finally, Ricky dropped his resolve and let his new body take over, his gay behavior taking the steering wheel.
Rickyâs ass cheeks flexed as Alan pumped, milking the older manâs cock, finally creating a moan from him. Alan, in response, began to pick up more speed as he felt himself get closer to the finish line. He let go of Rickâs nipples and began to use both hands to jack off the massive cock that drooled precum like crazy. The younger man moaned even louder now, muscles spasming from the onslaught of extreme pleasure that was never experience before. Ricky ran his hands all over the old manâs muscles, feeling his hairy pecs and moving down his broad form to his muscled ass. The touch of another muscle man brought an electrifying feeling to the new bodybuilder.
Alan gave one last grunt as he came in Rickâs ass, the latter flexing his bubble butt to get all the juices into it. It didnât take long for Rick to spray his cum too, covering both men in a layer of the sticky fluid.
Alan slowly pulled out and lay down next to spent man whose heavy breathing made his muscled chest expand up and down. Ricky leaned upright and over the older man, licking up his own cum off the hairy chest. Slowly he brought his tongue over each ridge of muscle, moaning with satisfaction as he worshipped the older man in his bed.
âSo,â Alan teased as he flexed a bicep for the young man to run his hands over, âyou magically turned into some crazy bottom?â
Rick, coming back to his senses, nodded. âYeah,â he breathed, relishing in the liquid that he could feel in his ass. His body continued to feel the mounds of muscle that were covered in hair, rubbing his face up against Alanâs broad chest and tonguing his nipples. âI donât know who cursed me to be some gay bodybuilder, but it worked.â Rick felt disappointed that he would have to go back to work the next day, knowing very well that with his uncontrollable behavior, he would be putting on another muscle show for the other workers again. However, that thought seemed far away now as his mind fogged over, focusing on worshipping his boss.
âWell,â Alan said, enjoying having the young bodybuilder run his large hands over his form, âI gotta admit: I like this new you a lot more than I probably liked the old you.â With that he squeezed Rickâs inflated pec and gave his enlarged nipple another tug.
Rick moaned loudly for the hundredth time that day, his cock immediately shooting up to full attention.
Two weeks after having Rick in his office, Gavin thought that he should take a trip to the mall to get some new shirts, and take a peek at the construction site across the street. When he arrived on Market Street, he walked along the sidewalk, walking in front of the construction site, smiling widely at the sight that greeted him.
There, cracking apart some old foundation with a jackhammer was Rick in his new bodybuilder body. With every shake of the hammer, the young manâs massive muscles bounced up and down. The main ones that immediately sought attention were the manâs engorged pecs that bounced on his chest, hitting his chin over and over. Gavin could see Rickâs cock stirring, the latter wearing nothing but a mesh vest and a hard hat. When the foundation was broken up into manageable chunks, Rick turned off the jackhammer and proceeded to lift up the heavy pieces of cement that would have been too heavy for a normal-sized man, his muscles bulging with their incredible strength. Veins popped out all over his biceps as he carried the rock. Gavinâs eyes stayed glued to Rickâs new bubble butt as it swayed back and forth with every waddle.
Rick tossed the cement chunk onto a pile with other pieces of debris when another worker walked by him, giving him a âGood jobâ followed by an admiring caress on his inflated pecs. Gavin could see Rick shudder with the sensation of a manâs touch bringing him pleasure, causing his cock to leap up in the air. Rick was still humiliated by his body and actions, blush appearing on his cheeks as his giant cock stood in front of him. Alan, the foreman, walked out of the office and saw Rick standing with an erection and laughed.
âCome on inside and Iâll help you with that!â he called.
Rick shook with anticipation at the thought of getting fucked by his boss again, the twentieth time so far since his transformation. He quickly waddled over to the office, turning sideways to enter the small building, his protruding nipples nicking against the door frame, causing the young man to let out a low moan. The door quickly slammed shut and loud sounds of muscle against muscle echoed around the construction site.
Another satisfied customer, Gavin smiled to himself.
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