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Steve was absolutely exhausted after another extreme workout at the gym. He was in the best shape of his life, yet he was never satisfied.

He dreamt of growing bigger and bigger, until he was the biggest bodybuilder alive. Unknown to him at the time, but his dream may happen sooner than he thought.

Steve continued to snooze whilst his body inflated and expanded to extreme proportions. He was already double his previous weight and showed no signs of slowing down.

I am the luckiest guy in the world, I thought to myself whilst on a coffee date with my beautiful boyfriend Anton. Yet part of me wasn’t satisfied, he could always be bigger…

I noticed his sleeves ride up his huge arms and the buttons on his shirt seem to suddenly seem to start straining, his pecs also became much fuller.

And then suddenly with a rip his arms burst through his sleeves, bulging with pure power, however Anton didn’t seem to notice.

Alan and Mac stayed after class as instructed by their politics and economics professor. Alan shuffled awkwardly with his books trying not to look at the mountain that was Mac, the jock was huge in height, weight and muscle mass. Alan wrinkled his nose as he got a whiff of sweat and body odour that was radiating off of Mac, he couldn't believe that they even attended the same college, let alone the same class. How was it that such a dumb mountain of muscle was allowed to coast along while people like Alan studied day and night. Alan had just spent nearly two weeks solid in the library writing his report on the power of words of authority while he assumed Mac must have spent it in the gym. Both men then turned to their professor, he beamed at them both. "Thanks for staying guys. I wanted to let you know that for the next assignment I'd like to pair you up for a debate. After reading both of your recent papers I think it would be enlightening for both of you to spend some time working together".

Alan almost gasped at the news but stopped himself.

6 foot 6, 300 pounds. Do you wanna know how tall he used to be? 5'5". Charlie took my rejection to heart and I hadn't seen him in weeks, I like a dominant man. One who can throw me around, and Charlie was sweet- yes- but he couldnt give that to me. Now he looks like he stepped straight out of a gamestop porno. He keeps sending me selfies and pictures, and I'd by lying if I said it didnt turn me on. It's like he took the blueprint of my deepest fantasies.

*ding*

Fuck it's him.

"Hey cunt, flying back from the states rn. You better get that perky little ass of yours ready for me- you aren't ready for the size of my new cock hahaha. didn't know u were such a size queen."

When James got the link from his friend about a silly personality quiz, the young man found himself looking at a site that reminded him of a late-2000s Buzzfeed quiz. The graphics were pretty lame, a mix of stock photos and AI-slop that looked like it was done by a bored middle-schooler. The font was all sorts of whacky assortments, and the music was playing some vaguely, slightly racist sounding music that bordered on offensive. James quickly muted his laptop speakers, just in case his mom came in and started probing into what he was doing instead of his schoolwork. The young man quickly spotted that the quiz was only a few questions long, and, with nothing better to do, he figured he could pass the time until he found something else.

Reading over the online quiz, James tilted his head at the stupid, clickbait-y title meant to drag people in. Even the caption was extremely cringey, to the point that he could only text his friend a brief message full of question marks.

What Zodiac Spirit Animal are you? Find out here! Are you ready to unlock the beast hidden inside of you?

Still, his friend only replied with a few thumbs up emojis and a “promise that the quiz was life changing,” whatever that really meant. James sighed as he began tapping through the questions.

What’s your favorite color?

Red

Blue

Green

Black

James frowned at the options, his brows knitting together in mild annoyance at the rather limited options. Why were there only four? And where the hell was purple or maroon? He preferred something darker-toned that contrasted against his blonde hair and paler skin. But there wasn’t anything better to pick, so the young man opted to click on the ‘red’ choice. It seemed the closest to what he would actually prefer anyway. That or black.

Rubbing at his eyes, Jian brushed aside the dark locks of his black hair from his face to see the screen better. He really needed to get a haircut sometime soon; his mom was always bothering him about how long his hair was getting and how disheveled he looked. Jian sighed, only slightly annoyed at how bothersome his mom was about his appearance. But apparently, she thought it was important for him to look presentable before the rest of the extended family came for the Lunar New Year celebrations. At least he had some downtime to spend on his laptop before he was inevitably called downstairs.

It’s the New Year! What sort of gift are you hoping to get?

Sweets - nothing is better than getting a handle on that sweet tooth

Jewelry - bracelets, necklaces, rings. It’s all mine!

Red envelopes - who can say no to some cold, hard cash?

Clothes - what better way to start the new year with a brand new fit?

There was really only one obvious choice to Jian, and that was the red envelopes. He had memories of his grandparents, aunts, and uncles always giving him red packets to celebrate the new year. As a kid, his mom had always told him that he was supposed to refuse it to be “polite” and “respectful.” But seriously, who was going to refuse extra, free money? Clicking the option for red envelopes, Jian couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he could do with the extra money. Maybe one of those new video games that his friends had been talking up to him at school.

But then again, when someone was as rich as Jian, it was hard to decide what else to spend his money on. He had everything he wanted, could get anything he wanted, and oftentimes spent money getting gifts for his friends instead. It wasn’t his fault that he was born into one of Asia's wealthiest families. Sometimes, Jian liked to think he was just lucky, since it was his grandparents and father who gave him this life of luxury. Still, his dad always taught him the importance of money, even if it seemed silly to want more amid his excess wealth.

It’s dinner time! You’re feeling extra hungry today. What are you having for a main dish?

Hand-pulled noodle soup - putting in all that hard work definitely pays off.

Steamed fish - for all the good fortune and luck for the upcoming year

Dumplings - gimme some of those beefy, soupy dumps!

Crispy roast pork - fatty and juicy, it’s got all the flavor.

There was a little grumble in Jian’s stomach as he looked over the options. He could catch a whiff of that big dinner potluck downstairs, where his mom was cooking with the private chef. There were still a few more minutes before he had to join in, but he could at least think about what he would want to eat in the meantime. All the options seemed particularly tasty, but there was something so mouthwatering about having beef dumplings, either fried or steamed, that made Jian click on that option.

Jian brought one hand down to rub at his bumpy stomach, only chuckling as he ran his fingers along the ridged abs that popped out against his shirt. No matter what shirts his mom kept trying to buy for him, Jian always made sure to pump up his muscles and grow his body until they were kept skin-tight on him. The young man smirked at the feeling as he raised his arms up to flex, showing off his strong, baseball-sized biceps. God, he loved being the hottest dude in school. Being rich and muscular definitely helped, but Jian was just glad all his hard work at the gym paid off. He kept a pretty strict diet when it came to protein intake, and if he ended up being a little vain because of it… Well, who could blame him?

Pick a side dish to go with it!

Spicy rice cakes! Goes perfectly with every meal

Stir-fried bok choy - gotta stay healthy with some veggies in that diet.

Imperial rolls - fried goodness fit for a king/queen

Chow mein - something simple and easy; we’re here to eat!

Glancing back at the quiz, Jian’s eyes fell towards the spicy rice cakes. He licked his lips as one hand absentmindedly squeezed and groped at his own pecs. The young man smirked as he felt the muscles bounce underneath his touch, only choosing the side dish to accompany his dumpling dinner. Jian loved the tingly, spicy heat from the rice cakes, and he could only hope the private chef was making something spicy for them to eat later.

Of course, he was lucky that his parents bought him his own penthouse apartment when he was old enough. Jian was only swinging by his family home for the Lunar New Year celebrations, but he had plans later to go clubbing and hit the bars with some of his friends. Even after high school and undergrad, he was still the life of the party, and people were always dying to spend some time with him. Family always came first for Jian, but after that, he was ready to live his life! What use was there being in his 20s if he wasn’t going to live it up to the fullest?

And finally, what are you feeling like for dessert?

Coconut jelly

Red bean buns

White rabbit candy

Tang yuan

He wasn’t really much of a sweets guy; eating sugars and carbs wasn’t always best for his strict diet, and Jian had a body to maintain for all the girls to fawn over. With the number of women who were coming over to his place in the evenings, Jian barely had enough time between his partying and exercising to snack on desserts. But tang yuan was at least a staple of his growing up, and it fit with the whole “new year” theme. His favorites were the black sesame or the peanut tang yuan; his mom always made them for him each year.

Tapping his choice, Jian sat back in his chair, glancing away from the screen for a moment. His phone vibrated, and the young man reached over to look at his lock screen. His lips curled up in a small smirk at the sight of three new text messages from all the thirsty gays that were hoping to hook up with him later that day. Of course, Jian was pretty strict with his partners. They had to be just as fit as he, and preferably someone big and burly. He always got hard when it came to those DILF-y daddy types. Something about them smacking their thick log of meat on his face while he sucked on their balls made Jian’s hole twitch in anticipation for that night.

You’re a powerful creature! What mythical creature best represents who you are inside?

Nine-tailed fox

Dragon

Qilin

Phoenix

Jian could only raise a brow at the question, half snorting at the rather asinine questions in this quiz. Of course, he wasn’t expecting much, but wasn’t this supposed to tell him what he was? Why did he have to pick for them? Still, of the four options, only the dragon seemed like the coolest option. He wasn’t sure what some of the creatures were anyway, and it wasn’t like he was going to spend any more time on this quiz looking up what each word meant.

There was a slight jingle around his neck, and Jian glanced down to see a familiar silver chain hanging around him. The young man brought one hand up to his earlobe, feeling the piercings that he had gotten so long ago. It was a conversation that his parents hadn’t fully understood, but after so many years of Jian dressing up in expensive jewelry and bling, they had gotten used to it. When Jian chose to get tattoos several years later, his parents were used to his choice of fashion and style. His friends always marveled at how well he could dress and style himself, although Jian secretly knew that most of his fashionable choices came from his having access to practically unlimited funds.

What’s one activity you’re sure to do as part of the New Year celebrations?

Watch a lion dance - time to see an impressive athletic display!

Visit a temple - it’s always important to respect your elders.

Lantern making - want some good luck or for your wishes to come true?

Karaoke and mahjong night - a classic late-night activity with your friends

As fun as karaoke and mahjong were for Jian to just hang out with his friends, he tended to always do that for someone’s birthday. Lion dances were more rare to see except for select holidays, so the young man naturally selected the more exclusive and unique activity for the celebration.

Shifting in his seat, Jian sat up a little taller as he felt his plump ass cheeks grant him a couple more inches of height. He could feel the silk thong slipping up along his inner thighs, and the young man groaned at the feeling rubbing along his smooth legs. Given his profession as a dancer, as both an onstage performer and a club go-go boy, Jian had to keep his body smooth. It made oiling it up a lot easier, and people loved the look on him. The dancer grinned as he rolled his hips on his chair, loving the way his clothing teased and caused friction against him. Jian was grateful that the club gave him the day off for his family celebration, but he knew he’d have to work some overtime headliner shifts on the weekend to make up for it. His commitment to the job had less to do with money and more with his love of the activity, and the undying fanaticism of the clubgoers drooling and ogling his body.

You’re spending the rest of the holiday with that special someone. What is the final date spot for the night?

Picnic spot in the fields where we can stargaze together

Movie night, cuddled up under some blankets.

Strolling by the riverside and watching the fireworks burst in the air!

Going out dancing and partying it up together! YOLO!

Watching some fireworks sounded like a great date idea, and it was something that Jian had always fantasized about doing with the right person. He picked the fireworks option, already thinking about the popping noises that were bound to come up later that night, once his family was done with dinner. People loved setting off fireworks and firecrackers around his parents’ neighborhood. But given that all their neighbors were also celebrating the Lunar New Year, it was to be expected.

Jian’s thoughts began to pop and fizzle away, much like the festive fireworks. With each passing second, his head became far emptier than before. Of course, thinking was never his strong suit to begin with, and the only things the dancer really thought about were his late-night shows, his daily workouts and nutrition, and all the beefy hunks that were going to fuck him silly each week. He shuddered at the idea of being smart and stuff. Jian was far happier living his life as it was. He had his friends to sit around and think for him, or better yet, be simple-minded like him. All that smart, nerdy stuff just didn’t really fit a guy like him.

His eyes darted back to the screen as he saw the test results from the little quiz that he took.

Congratulations! Your actual Zodiac Spirit Animal is…. The Horse!

Scooting up on his chair once more, Jian let out a low grunt in surprise as he found himself dressed in only his tight underwear. Of course, the young man loved showing off his body whenever he got the chance. But nothing was better than letting his extra-long, girthy horse cock dangle before other people’s eyes. Even when he had pants on, Jian knew that people were eyeing up his hefty, sizable bulge in public. Jian was always half-chubbed at the idea of people’s mouths watering over his thick piece of meat. Whether it was those straight, bro-y finance guys that adjusted their pants every time they passed him by on the street, or the beefy cops that would eye him up whenever he walked past their patrol routes, or even the bodybuilder daddies that let their eyes linger a little too long on his cock head peeking out from his shorts at the gym, Jian was sure to give all the hungry boys a taste of his horse meat.

As a Horse, you are spirited, energetic, and have an independent personality. You have great confidence and a strong drive for freedom and adventure.

The mere thought of the men fucking and sucking him made Jian squirm in his chair, his hands already sliding down to rub and tease at his throbbing cock through his silk underwear. He was already leaking through the fabric, yet Jian made no attempt to tug it off. In fact, he was hoping to make a mess of himself before he had to go downstairs. Luckily for him, his parents still kept a full-length mirror in the corner of his room, giving the young man an ample angle for him to view himself as he played with his beefy, muscular body. Some of Jian’s fingers slipped past his fat cheeks, fingering and probing at his hole as he thought about the hunky bouncer at the club who had sexted over some lewd pics about what they would get up to later that evening.

You can be impulsive and quick-tempered, often struggling with patience or long-term commitment. Some people might see you as stubborn, or your confidence as cockiness, but that’s when you know you are your true self!

Jian’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched himself in the mirror. He was hot. Sexy. Fuckin’ irresistible, and he loved every second of it. The dancer moaned as his body jerked and jolted, and he began to spurt out thick ropes of cum all over himself. It was a hefty load, almost as if he hadn’t cum in a few days. Jian’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, a few strands of drool falling onto his heaving pecs as he came again and again. The front pouch of his thong quickly became stained, a wet spot forming as a puddle of cum arose from the fabric. The Asian man chuckled dumbly at the white mound, only reaching down to scoop some up with his fingertips.

Bringing up his cum-coated finger to his lips, Jian greedily sucked down his own seed. He savored the salty and sticky taste, only eyeing himself in the mirror with a wolfish smirk. Picking up his phone, Jian took a photo of himself in the mirror, with his scantily clad, cum-dripping thong on full display. Texting it over to his friend, Jian followed up the image with a few texts of his own.

horse boy: that quiz of yours got me real horned up, dude horse boy: u gonna come over and take care of this later?

Jian smirked as he saw the instant reply from his friend, accompanied by their own photo of a throbbing cock held between two hands.

da goat: u know it. better not waste any more loads for me to swallow

That was right, Jian was born in the Year of the Horse. This was his year, after all. And he was definitely planning on making the most of it.

The desperation in his eyes, thats what caught me. He was just a nerd sitting outside on campus, but when we locked eyes- I knew I had to help him out. I gestured him over to me, beckoning his body like a puppet- and of course his legs followed. He was confused but as i held his face, making his acne ridden skin clear, he seemed to understand. I kissed him as his jawline became sharper, masculine, a goatee and mustache sprouting as i puleld away. That same desperation remained as i trailed my hands all over his body, sculpting him as he blew up. 6'5", thick juicy muscle, and a gigantic donkey dick. Before i snapped him out of his trance i cupped his pecs, inflating them, watching them pillow out in my hands.

"Please stop, i can't take it anymore" his voice was like thunder, deep, but simulataniously soft and buttery.

As i let his body free, he latched back onto me, amking out with me as i felt his gigantic dick grind up against me.

"Excited huh?"

He gulped and nodded.

My favorite part about changing nerds was that they kept their desperation, my favorite part about a man.

It was your first semester in college. You were so excited to have a little bit of freedom. As soon as you stepped into your dorm room and saw your roommate, Peter, and the pride flag hanging above his bed, you knew this was going to be awkward. You had nothing against gay people. They were fine most of the time. But having one as your roommate? That was too much.

He was quiet, which was fine, but you always felt that he was checking you out. Whenever you were sitting at your desk, you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head. When you turned, he averted his gaze, but you knew. He was into you. You were not gay.

God, it was so awkward.

After taking your daily shower, you walked through the hallway and back to your room with your towel around your waist. Opening your door, you stepped in. Seemingly out of nowhere, Peter rushed behind you and held his hand on your chest. Stunned, but unable to move, Peter whispered in your ear:

"I need a boyfriend."

Suddenly, you didn't mind Peter's hand on your chest. You were gay, and you loved a cute boy to have his hands all over you.

"You're so strong, have you been working out?"

Peter's words echoed in your ears. You felt your biceps thicken your lats expand, giving you a wide back. Your thighs expanded and new, rock-hard abs pushed their way out of your torso. You were jacked. You loved going to the gym just as much as you loved Peter.

"I'm so glad that you're taller than me so I can nuzzle up to you when we're in bed together."

You felt your legs lengthen and your spine crack as your point of view rose. You were now a tall 6'4. Your hair lightened to a blond and curled. You felt your towel drop from around your waist. You rushed to cover your newly exposed ripped body.

"I love how carefree you are too. You've got the himbo vibe perfected."

Your mind felt foggy. The classes you were taking, everything you had learned so far in college, disappeared. All you could remember was meeting your hot boyfriend Peter when you moved into the dorm, the gym, and football. You slowly lowered your hand, exposing your dick, which had swelled to a monstrous 11 inches.

"Since you're already naked, let's go cuddle in bed together."

Making your way to the bed, you laid yourself on it, ready for Peter to crawl into your big, muscular arms, just as he had done since the first night you spent together in your room.

The PMV Virus is here and no port is safe, all it takes is a stray thought and contact with a man and you'll join him in the thoughtless new world. Here are a few vignettes of men's lives in this changing world.

Four shorter selections on a theme. If you're interested in another pec-centric pandemic check out PurgatoryTF's Sick bro! Anyway hope you enjoy these stories, don't get too riled up ;) -Occam

It was a real stress test of the post-COVID pandemic response, one that has proven how faulty these new systems are. To be fair, truly no one could have predicted just how totally the Pectoralis Mentia Virus would wreak havoc upon society at every level. No one would have even thought the disease possible. First spotted in body building gyms and nightclubs, PMV-25 found its tinderbox with ease and rapidly blew beyond any hope of containment. The predominately female pathologists and virologists have yet to ascertain how the virus mutated into existence or spread with such absoluteness, but they have determined the trigger to its transformative side effects.

Surely rooted in some pheromonal or hormonal stimulation beyond man’s current understanding, when a man infected with PMV experiences biological attraction to another man- boom. His mind atrophies and his body grows into quite the top-heavy specimen. Some change in personality and form far more than others, but after the change all are adamant that they do not want to change back.

This makes research for a cure difficult. In lieu of continuing their research on the matter, many infected and transformed doctors and scientists are happy to offer their bodies up for further understanding of the contagion, but given the reluctance whenever the idea of a cure is presented researchers worry if they’re not angling to learn more of the virus themselves. 

At any rate, to combat misinformation running rampant, here are a few stories of Pectoralis Mentia Virus victims.

You pressed send

"Nice! I like masked men"

You knew what you liked but did you know what you would become?

You head to the kitchen to grab a snack, wondering if the creator you sent that message to would respond or not. When you got back to your chair. You noticed a mask, more specifically a balaclava. It looked used and it smelled horrid.

But you thought of the possibilities when putting it on. You've seen many stories and images of masked men. You've read almost all of them. But curiosity got the best of you. You forced yourself to put it on. The balaclava was black. And stinky, you laughed at the thought that a simple mask could transform you.

You head over to the closest mirror and check out your body. You felt a little heat under your shirt so you lift it up and take a pic.

You look at the picture and the reflection. You have gotten bigger! The stories were true. You mind starts to spiral on how good it will feel, you start to feel the heat, the muscles, the power.

You flex, knowing your gonna be massive in a few moments. Your pecs grow and grow, your shirt feeling like it's gonna rip. Your muscle grow and grow, sending sensational shockwaves through your body that force you to moan. The mask stench grows on you, it even changes color and produces a different stench to transform you faster. You look down at your new body.

Your pecs, so large. So heavy, the meat feels amazing in your hand as you bounce them up and down

You lift the shirt to get a better view of your amazing body built body

Your muscles feel so hard and heavy, really turning you on. But the best part, your pecs are soft as a feather. Everything on you feels so sensitive and sensational. You can't wait to show that creator what you've turned into.

But one thing ponders in your mind.

Who put the mask on your desk?

It was definitely him...

_____________

David was tired of being told to get out more and get some sunlight and a workout so he wished there was a quick way to change things like how he saw in bis comics.

Sulking, he went to lie down on his bed and just decided to doomscroll his way through the morning

That’s when he got hit with ads for “a one shot stop to a besutiful tomorrow” - an ad for a beauty treatment that promised “perfection”

So out of curiosity, he clicked the ad and just placed an order. He was also happy ‘cause it promised same-day delivery.

Later that day, the package arrived

“Didn’t really expect it to be this tiny” he said while analyzing the syringe and the glowing liquid inside. After reading the instructions included in the box, he went ahead and administered it to himself

In just a few minutes, he immediately felt an intense burning pain coming from his stomach. He fell onto his bed clutching his stomach in heat and agony. He eventually passed out.

What wasn’t included in the instructions however was how the next stage was going to progress — his body secreted a mucus-like substance from every pore to the point that it completely enveloped him like a cocoon

There David stayed for roughly the whole day. He was still passed out but his body kept moving around as if unrest and trying to get out

By the following morning, that’s when things started really moving. He was finally awake.

He wasn’t so sure where he was but he tried getting out of the cocoon as fast as possible so he gripped the material and just tore it open

That’s when he started noticing what was different.

First, he was bewildered and disgusted that there was a sac around him and that he was covered in a red liquid. It wasn’t blood but it wasn’t something he knew either since it was completely sticky.

Second, he started noticing his hands. They were bigger and thicker - not the same hands he had that could effortlessly type in code on his laptop. No, these hands looked like they lifted houses with ease

He continued checking from his hands to his arms - which were basically the biggest arms he’s ever seen. Biceps that were covered in bulging veins that dwarfed his old arms. He estimated they were at least twice the size he was used to seeing (and feeling) as he felt them up.

Third, he looked down at his own body and was completely shocked because all he saw was skin and hair - his pecs blocking complete view of his lower half

That’s when he tried rushing to the bathroom

What he saw was breathtakingly amazing - it was him but 1000x much more manly and handsome and with s body he could only dream of

He just instinctively started flexing, testing the size wnd limits of each muscle group. “FUCK YEAH” he boomed while feeling up his new muscles

“Damn I feel like I could lift a car” he exclaimed, his body was so full of energy. He then went into the shower and got cleaned up, he wanted to get rid of the sticky substance covering his entire body

He saw it was already sunny outside so he decided the best way to enjoy this new body was to get out there and enjoy the sun - something he was tired of hearing just yesterday. Now it made sense that his house was just a few blocks away from the beach

So he went into his closet, found the biggest shorts he could find (since none of them fit around his legs anymore) and made his way out of the house - reveling every movement and sensation of his now massive body

Once he was outside is when he finally realized his point of view was now at least a foot taller - he assumed he was now around 6’ 7” - a shy height from his usual 5’

He walked with such a new level of confidence that it just radiated from every part of him. He enjoyed the feeling of the air passing around his body

By the time he hit the beach he was a new man. Still David but not the David anyone would even possibly remember.

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Finally, Friday was here. It had been ages since they had a whole weekend dedicated to nothing but video games. "They" in that context were Kevin and Nick, best friends since pre-school and video game enthusiasts. Of course, having adult lives, with jobs and chores and - at least in the case of Kevin - a girlfriend left preciously little time for gaming, which was a shame, really. Their interests in games were diverse and they played pretty much everything - from mindless loot-shooters to farming sims, so they never felt like they had enough time.

This weekend, however, was different. Kevin's girlfriend was on a work trip, and the boys had planned for a whole weekend of gaming, which Kevin was really looking forward to.

He stood in front of Nick's door, his backpack with everything he needed for the days over his shoulder, and was just about to ring the bell, when Nick opened the door and almost bumped into his friend.

"Oh, hey bro, good to see you!"

They hugged - shortly - and Nick continued, as he passed Kevin:

"Listen, I'm gonna buy some energy really quick. Make yourself at home, I'll be back in ten minutes tops."

Of course, Kevin knew this wouldn't hold true. Nick was notoriously bad with times, so he didn't expect him to be back in the next half hour. But Kevin was in a very good mood, so he didn't mind waiting. He had finished putting down his stuff quickly and looked around Nick's apartment.

Unlike Kevin, Nick didn't have a girlfriend - no, a partner, Kevin corrected himself. Even though Nick had never explicitly *said* so, Kevin was reasonably sure he batted for the other team. It didn't matter to Kevin at all, really. If anything, he used to think that this left more girls for the rest of them, although that hardly mattered anymore to Kevin, at least not since he had a girlfriend.

He sighed. Yeah, his girlfriend. After this weekend of gaming, he was going to propose to her, and he wanted to ask Nick to be his best man, at a good opportunity. However, the truth was that he wasn't really all too happy with it. He knew that it was *expected* of him to propose, but... he just wasn't sure about his now-girlfriend-and-future-wife. He didn't really... connect. Nick and he were lifelong friends, understood each other without words and Kevin trusted Nick with all his life. The same couldn't be said about his future wife. If he had the choice, he'd much rather date Nick, but since Kevin wasn't gay, that was a mood point to think about.

He looked around Nick's untidy bachelor apartment until his eyes found the gaming rig of his best friend. It was running - of course - and showed the main menu of a game Kevin recognized as a new life sim that was pretty hyped in social media. It was a lot like the sams, but without the greedy multi-billion-dollar company behind it.

Intrigued, Kevin sat down in front of the screen. He was sure Nick wouldn't mind if he took a look.

The "continue" button was grayed out, which was a clear sign that Nick had started the game just for the first time, so, Kevin clicked "New Game". As he expected, an empty character creator loaded with a big prominent "+" button, probably to add a new person to the virtual household. Kevin clicked it, but instead of the character customization, a message box appeared.

"Do you want to try the new immersive mode™?"

That sounded fun. He knew that Nick had a surround system, so he guessed it was probably some kind of ambient sound design thing.

When he clicked "Yes", another message box appeared.

"How long do you want the immersive mode™ to last?"

Well, he was here all weekend so... Kevin set the timer to 48 hours.

"Bonus! For enabling immersive mode™ for 48 hours, you may select one trait to keep after."

Cool, thought Kevin. So, the game had a kind of progression system, nice touch.

He clicked "Ok" again, and was just about to start creating a character, when suddenly, the screen became exceedingly bright. Kevin had to close his eyes and felt really weird all of a sudden, a kind of pulling sensation all over his body. A few seconds later, Kevin was not there anymore, and the chair was empty.

Twenty minutes later, Nick came back from his shopping trip and entered his apartment.

"Yo, Kev! I brought enough energy for the whole weekend!"

He dropped his groceries on the kitchen table, and put the cans in the fridge, before he went to the living room.

"Hey, man, where are you?"

But there was no one. Weird. Well, he probably forgot something at home and would come back in a bit. Nick shrugged mentally and sat down in his gaming chair, cracking open a can of energy drink before looking at the screen. Had he already started the character creator? Apparently.

On the screen, standing in a featureless gray environment was an avatar. It did look kind of familiar, if he was being honest. Although it was clearly a comic-style 3D-model, it reminded him a lot of his friend Kevin. Of course, usually a shirt obscured the view of Kevin's slight belly, but the character on the screen was completely nude, safe for a pair of underwear.

The fact the avatar kind of looked like his friend didn't seem as out of the ordinary as one could think. After all, Nick had a tiny crush on his best friend - nothing too serious, but he still found him somewhat attractive - and often modelled his in-game avatars after Kevin. He just hoped that Kevin - the real Kevin - wasn't offended by him leaving the character creator open like that.

Well, since he was waiting for his friend to return anyway, he might as well finish the character creation. Nick indulged himself in the various sliders and started to change the avatars appearance. Even though a Kevin-lookalike was a good start, there were several improvements to make. He could be taller, for example. Nick found the slider and watched as the avatar morphed and grew taller.

On the other side of the screen, Kevin was unable to do anything. He was fully aware and stared at Nick's face through the screen as if it was a window, but he couldn't move. His body - his cartoony, but otherwise pretty accurate body - just stood there in his underwear and breathed. From time to time, there was a stretching idle animation, but that was about it. However, as Nick dragged the height slider, his body immediately reacted. Kevin felt a sensation of vertigo, as he grew taller in a matter of seconds. Next, Nick edited his body type. All of a sudden, his belly disappeared into a hard and flat stomach, with abdominal muscles becoming visible. Over all, his musculature expanded and became more defined, until he was fitter than Kevin ever thought he'd be. The next changes were in his face, and Kevin could only feel his facial features shifting as Nick resculpted the head to be a bit more chiseled and masculine. He was still recognizable as Kevin - but an idealized and handsome version of him.

"Wow, that's what you'd look like if you went to the gym, Kev. Damn." Nick said to himself as he clicked next. After the physical character creation, he was able to select character traits for the avatar. They were already prefilled with what looked to be pretty much Kevin's profile, which was weird. Nick was reasonably sure he hadn't been to this screen yet, and yet, the interests and settings looked a lot like they belonged to Kevin.

Well, there was no reason to change anything there, right? No, actually, one thing he should change. He looked through the traits until he found the slider he was looking for, which read 85% heterosexual right now. Yeah, no. This was his fantasy game, right? He quickly slid the slider over to 100% homosexual. There, that was more like it.

Kevin couldn't see what Nick was adjusting and felt strange for a moment. He knew something was different - but he didn't know what. Internally, he was panicking a bit. He still couldn't move and felt trapped - both inside the screen as well as within his own body. As strange as it sounded, he had somehow been sucked into the video game, and he didn't know how he could tell Nick, or how to escape this.

Nick, on the other side, decided he didn't need any more changes. He briefly considered making a second character but decided against it. Perhaps he could play a nice little dating story with the character that he simply named "Kev".

Finally, Kevi - no, Kev, was able to move again. His avatar body had been dropped into a simple flat, with cartoony looking furniture. He turned his head left and right and bobbed a bit on the spot before deciding to check out the fridge. He walked over to the cheap looking device and opened the door. Inside, there was only a flat texture of what looked like food, but he still mechanically reached inside and pulled out... a bowl of cereal, that he began to eat standing. When he was finished, he put the bowl to the ground in front of him and walked over to the PC, starting up a game.

It was clear to Kev now that he wasn't really in control. At first, it had felt like he was the one in charge, but actually, his body still acted on its own, likely controlled by some kind of algorithm. He wondered what would happen if Nick...

There it was. All of a sudden, Kev stopped playing and stood up, driven by a mighty force that controlled all of his movements. He walked over to the small bathroom and mechanically disrobed. He could basically feel the eyes of Nick on him, who had just ordered him to take a shower, watching every movement until he was completely nude.

Unlike the sams, this game sure was anatomically correct. Nick had not bothered to adjust his privates, so they looked pretty normal to him, but he was acutely aware that Nick was watching every movement he did and every swing of his cock. Still, he couldn't do anything about it as he entered the shower and felt simulated water on his skin.

He was still in the middle of his shower, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Immediately, he felt compelled to exit the shower and dress quickly, before running to the door. In front of him stood a delivery man, handing him a newspaper that Kev took automatically and put on the floor right where he was standing. The delivery guy was already back on his way to his car, but Kev ran after him. He didn't have much of a choice.

He chatted a bit with the guy and felt really connected to him after only a few minutes of talk. He laughed at his jokes and complimented his work. What was even more surprising was that he started to really find that guy... cute. He was smaller than him, now, and had a sort of twink-ish flair. Kev could feel his virtual cock stirring, which confused the hell out of him. He was straight, wasn't he?

No, of course. Nick must have changed that in the character creator. And now, he was... trying to flirt with the delivery guy.

Against his will, he started making slippery comments in the conversation and watched as the other man was flustered and blushed. Kev couldn't help but smile seductively before he leaned into a kiss.

It sure felt weird being controlled like that, but the kiss was nice, nevertheless. However, much to the dismay of his visible virtual erection, after they broke the kiss, the delivery man suddenly turned around and left. At least he had magically obtained his phone number, Kev thought as he re-entered his house.

Outside the screen, Nick couldn't help but be a bit aroused. This was clearly an adult game, and when he saw that the Kev-avatar on-screen had a boner, he felt himself chub up a bit as well. Kevin was still not there, so he could try to bring this a bit further along. He steered the avatar to the wardrobe and selected "Edit Kev" in the popup menu, after which the now familiar character creator opened. Nick was eager to see how far he could get and started adjusting sliders again. First, the muscle. In front of Nick's hungry eyes, Kev inflated from a very fit man to a true bodybuilder. His arms were stacked with muscle, and his shoulders appeared so wide they would probably clip through the environment when he was going through a door. Next was the face. Nick changed the brown color to a darker shade, fitting to handsome dark eyes. He adjusted the facial structure until the Kev on the screen had a square jaw, like an action hero, and a fitting dominant smirk. Perfect.

He zoomed out again and noticed a slider for body hair. He didn't quite put it to maximum, but far enough so that Kev's chest was covered with a layer of manly fuzz. Nick always liked hairy men, so this was just perfect. He was just about to save the appearance when he realized there was one more important setting. Yep, junk size. He quickly dragged the slider to maximum and watched as an obscene bulge grew in the avatars underwear. Nick couldn't wait to send the dude showering again so he could ogle the hefty tool.

Yeah, that was it. Nick was fondling his own bulge by now, as he clicked save. However, as he was just about to unbutton his jeans, he stopped himself. Kevin could be back any minute and he didn't want to catch him rubbing one out. Heavy hearted, he saved the game and clicked exit, but was surprised by a popup that opened.

"User 'Kev' is still in immersive mode™ for 47 hours and 22 minutes. Do you want to reproject?"

What did that mean? Reproject? Confused, Nick clicked "Yes" and almost jumped out of his chair when suddenly, the screen grew really bright and a large and manly figure materialized right in front of him, just as hot as he had just designed him, but not cartoony anymore at all. It was Kev. And, as it dawned on Nick, it was Kevin. Somehow, Kevin must have been sucked into the game and he... changed him and played with him.

Realization hit Nick hard. Kevin, in his muscular Kev form just stood there, in front of the PC and breathed heavily, but did not move, as if he was waiting for something.

"Woah, this is crazy. Fuck. Me." Nick exclaimed in confusion, and realized what he just said, when a dominant grin grew on Kev's face and he began walking towards Nick, the overly large cock already throbbing inside the underwear. Nick gulped but didn't object, although he knew that he wouldn't be able to walk properly for days to come.

It was Sunday evening when the timer hit zero. The weekend had not been filled with a single video game, but neither Kev nor Nick didn't get much sleep, either. Kev's body was a machine, in more ways than one, and the whole flat stank from the stench of sex and sweat. Finally, the screen grew bright, and a large dialog box awaited Kev.

"Congratulations, you have completed 48 hours of immersive mode™. Please select a trait to keep."

Finally, Kev was able to control his own body again. After the initial horror of something else controlling him, he had quickly found a liking to the feeling, and had the most erotic weekend of his life, as he had to watch his body fuck Nick senseless on every piece of furniture in the apartment. He wasn't even mad. It had showed him what was missing from his life, and that was, aside from the body of a Greek god with an untypically large cock, Nick. So, it wasn't a hard choice to make. Kev walked over and scrolled down until he found what he was looking for and clicked on "Orientation".

As he morphed back into his old body, he smiled at Nick, who was watching with uncertainty and fear how his friend would react to his direction of his body. Then, with a husky voice, he said:

"We should do that again next weekend, babe. I still have a lot of traits I want to keep, and I have the feeling, I'll have a lot more timing for fucking your cute little ass in the future."

Milo could hear the thumbing bass from inside his patrol car, as he parked in front of the seedy club. It was hardly the first time the neighbors complained about the excessive noise, but it was the first time for Milo to be sent here, and also his first time going alone.

Usually, young officers like Milo - or Miles Dawson, as it read on his uniform - didn't go anywhere alone, but as it happened, his designated partner for the evening had called in sick. Milo had volunteered to go by himself, since he wanted to prove that he could be trusted to go solo. And, asking a club to turn down the music was hardly a dangerous task.

He checked his uniform again in the patrol car's rear mirror and adjusted his collar one final time. It was important to look professional, after all.

Once he was satisfied with the result, Milo exited the car and locked it before approaching the club entrance.

"The Midnight Grind" was hardly one of the most prestigious clubs in town, and the rundown facade certainly didn't do it any favors. However, that didn't seem to stop the long line of people wanting to enter. The long line of men, Milo corrected himself. Either the nightclub was very bad at attracting female customers or it was a gay club. Considering the provocative name and the leather-clad bouncer, Milo strongly suspected the latter.

Of course, gay nightclubs weren't illegal, and Milo didn't plan on causing any trouble. It was a bit uncomfortable for him, since he was straight, but then again, Milo wasn't here to party, he was only here to tell them to keep the volume down.

When he approached the bouncer, he put on his most winning smile and nodded to the burly bald man with the many tattoos.

"Good evening, Sir. I would like to speak to the management of this establishment."

The bouncer shot him a scrutinizing look and then looked back to his patrol car. Milo had expected his uniform to be enough proof for his official capacity, but perhaps, it wasn't entirely unusual for patrons to show up in a similar outfit.

"Badge." The bouncer grumbled in a voice so deep that it sounded like rocks grinding against each other.

"Oh, of course. One second."

Milo was a bit embarrassed that he hadn't thought of showing his ID earlier and brought out his official badge, still shiny and new. He showed it to the bouncer, who studied it carefully, before nodding and stepping aside, mumbling something into his radio.

"They will send someone to the entrance. Wait here."

"Thank you, sir."

Milo felt uneasy due to the looks of the men waiting in line, but none of them seemed to be particularly hostile, so Milo just smiled politely. A few of the men even seemed to check him out and one or two even winked, which Milo chose to ignore.

Finally, after several awkward minutes, another guy came out. This one was a bit younger, but also dressed in a skintight leather harness, a pair of tight jeans and combat boots. Milo's eyes wandered across his exposed skin, the tattooed chest and the piercings, but the guy didn't seem to notice and smiled widely.

"Officer? My name is Adam. The boss will see you now. Follow me."

Milo felt relief wash over him and was grateful that he could finally escape the hungry looks of the people in the queue, as he followed the young man.

Inside, the music was even louder, and Milo found himself surrounded by half-naked bodies, dancing, drinking and occasionally even making out. It was a bit of an uncomfortable sight for him, but at least the music drowned out any moaning or panting. Still, Milo considered it the best idea to just look straight ahead, avoiding any eye contact.

Adam led him to a set of stairs that went up and to a small balcony overlooking the dance floor. There, a muscular man with a neatly trimmed beard, a full sleeve tattoo and a tight black shirt was sitting on a comfortable looking sofa, smoking a cigar. His legs were spread wide, and he was clearly wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants that did a very bad job of hiding his bulge. Well, they probably weren't designed to *hide* anything.

Adam said something, but Milo couldn't understand what was being said, so Adam repeated himself.

"The boss will see you now, Officer."

The "boss" regarded Milo from head to toe, which didn't help him feel more comfortable. To escape the situation, Milo began to speak, loud enough to be heard over the blaring and thumbing music.

"Good evening, Sir. I am Milo - I mean, Miles Dawson, Officer, actually, from the city police force and..."

Damn, he needed more routine for that, Milo thought as he stumbled over his words, but the muscular man cut him off.

"It's okay, Officer Milo. Sit down."

Milo didn't feel too comfortable being addressed by his nickname, especially not by this man, but at least he called him 'officer'. Milo gladly sat down opposite of the other man, who took another drag of his cigar.

"Thank you. What is your name, Sir?"

"You can call me 'boss'. Everyone does."

That of course wasn't according to protocol, but again, Milo didn't want to cause any trouble. In his opinion, the police were there to be as kind and helpful as possible, servants of the public more than anything else.

"Alright, Mr. ...Boss. I am here on behalf of the city police because..."

"Would you like something to drink?"

The boss asked and blew a cloud of smoke right into Milo's face, who tried to avoid breathing in the thick smoke and coughing.

"Uhm, no, thank you. I'm on duty."

"A little bit of alcohol won't hurt you, officer. But have it your way. A virgin cocktail, then?"

Again, Milo didn't want to be rude and simply nodded, smiling. If there was no alcohol involved, it wasn't against the rules.

The boss snapped his fingers, and a half-naked waiter came with a large and colorful drink, putting it down in front of Milo. The straw was formed like an erect penis. Of course. But under no circumstances, Milo wanted to come off as homophobic, so he took a small sip from the obscene straw before clearing his voice.

"Anyway, as I said, the city police were contacted by the neighbors because the music here is very loud. Now, I'm not trying to cause any trouble. We all know how it is when you have a party and have some fun, but I have to ask you to tone it just a bit."

Surprisingly enough, the boss nodded.

"I understand, Officer. Of course, we don't want to cause trouble either. I guess we got carried away a bit, some music is best enjoyed loudly. But whom am I telling that? I see you found a liking to the music as well."

Milo followed his gaze to his own leg and was surprised to see it bobbing to the rhythm. When did that happen? He didn't remember deciding to do that.

"Ah, yes, it's very catchy."

Embarrassed by his lack of control, he took another big sip from the sweet drink.

"Isn't it? But as it happens, we might have to close early today, anyway."

"Why is that?", Milo asked, before he could stop himself.

The boss shrugged his shoulder. "We're short staffed. The flu. Our stripper for today called in sick."

Milo's gaze wandered over the dancing crowd and stopped at the exclusively male dancers in the cages slightly above the dance floor, moving their sweaty bodies to the beat of the music while wearing only skimpy glittering underwear.

"Do you like what you see?" asked the boss, as he took another drag from his cigar.

"What? Oh, no, haha. I mean, sure, you have a great establam... a great club."

Damn, Milo's thoughts felt like they were moving through cotton candy, probably because of the bad air in here. A bit of ventila... a few fans wouldn't hurt, especially since the boss was still smoking his cigar.

"I see, I'm just asking because of your massive boner." The boss said casually.

Milo looked down, and indeed, a prominent tent was visible in his trousers, stretching the fabric uncomfortably.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I... I have no idea how that happened."

"Relax Milo. I'm not judging. If you like the show, feel free to watch some more."

The voice of the boss sounded reassuring, and Milo took another sip, as his eyes returned to the dancers. They did look pretty hot, he had to admit, and for a moment or two, Milo let his mind wander. What would it be like to dance on a pole like that? To show his body, to flaunt his muscles and to show off his cock and his ass, to grind on a pole like he was riding a dick...

Wait, what was he thinking? He wasn't like that at all! He wasn't a dancer, and he wasn't gay. He wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Are you alright, Milo?" asked the boss, still with a smirk on his face and the cigar in his mouth.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can take off that jacket of yours, if you like."

Something about this felt wrong, but the boss was right. It was awfully hot. So, he took off his jacket, which helped a bit. Still, his mouth felt dry, so he drank some more cocktail.

"You should also loosen that tie. Don't want you to feel constrained."

Again, Milo did as the boss suggested, feeling more comfortable with every step of the process. The tie had really been a bit too tight. He was just about to unbutton his shirt, when the boss interrupted.

"Wait a moment, man. Finish your drink and follow me."

"Where to?", Milo asked, but the boss was already getting up and walking towards the other end of the balcony, to a door.

"Just relax. You are going to like it."

The boss was right, Milo was thinking too much. And thinking was hard, even harder than his cock was right now. Milo finished his cocktail and got up. The bulge was very prominent in his pants, bigger than Milo ever remembered seeing. For a moment, he looked for a way to hide it, but since nothing came to his foggy mind and the boss was already waiting for him, Milo decided not to care. After all, most of the guys in this club were probably hard, down on the dance floor.

The door led to a small stairway, going down and a narrow corridor after that. Milo had to duck when passing the doorframe, which confused him even more, but he couldn't really tell why. The music was even louder here, and the boss stopped in front of a glittering curtain.

"There, you can take your shirt off out there." He said and gave Milo a thumbs up.

Out there? Confused, Milo stumbled through the curtain into a sea of bright light. For a moment, the music stopped, and Milo was able to hear the voice of the boss coming from all the speakers.

"Give a warm welcome to tonight's star! Here is Macho Dawgson for you, "The Meat" himself. And there's a reason he is called that way..."

After that, a new, driving beat set in and the confusion in Macho's head cleared somewhat. What was he doing again...? Right, he wanted to get out of his shirt.

The uniform shirt was awfully tight, as Macho unbuttoned one button after the other. His body was still moving to the beat, beyond his control, but he didn't mind.

Finally, the shirt came off, and Macho twirled it around his finger for a while before throwing it into the bright light, where cheering sounds reacted to it.

For a split second, Macho looked down on himself. Was that really him? He was way fitter than he used to be, like he visited the gym regularly.

But why did that surprise him, really? He basically lived in the gym, all paid for by the boss. Again, the confusion cleared up some more and Macho started moving to the beat again, thrusting his hips and flaunting his muscles.

The crowd cheered. Of course they did. Macho could hardly keep himself from snorting. He was their fucking god, their idol, the perfect specimen of a man, and they knew it. All those fat, or skinny or otherwise pathetic dudes down there worshipped him, and they better should.

The music got faster and louder, and the dancing crowd was cheering and whistling. Macho felt their hungry eyes on his body, his abs, his pecs, his arms, his crotch. Yeah, there was a reason why they called him "The meat", and that reason was bulging out his uniform pants proudly. But before he got to the main course, he wanted to tease those losers some more.

Macho turned around and let his impressive back muscles work. Of course, he knew that his ass also was a sight to behold, but it was just for teasing. Macho was, of course, a top through and through. After the show, he would be surrounded by willing cocksuckers, who offered every hole in their bodies, begging to be bred, and Macho would make sure three or four of them got their reward tonight.

He ripped open the zipper and wiggled his ass until the pants were hanging low on his hips, and the tight underwear underneath revealed his ass crack. Yeah, Macho knew what he was doing. That's what he lived for: Gym, sex and dancing. He was a god, and he fucking knew it.

Time for the finale. Macho swirled around again and, with a strong motion, ripped off the fake police pants, revealing his stuffed-to-the-brim underwear that shadowed every other man's equipment. Other strippers often wore prosthetics to look bigger, but Macho didn't need that. The bulge in his shorts highlighted his dick and balls in a way that promised only one thing: Size.

The crowd went wild, and the music reached a climax. With a final roar, Macho pulled on his underwear now, ripping it apart and letting his giant meat spring free, enjoying the admiration and jealousy that branded against the stage.

Fuck yeah. Macho loved his job.