The GIF
With @transform4u
“Dude, c’mon be for real right now,” Dylan laughed disbelievingly.
“I am!” Carson exclaimed. “Seriously, I found this on the side of Reddit you’re not supposed to mess with.”
Dylan shook his head, which unfortunately as the shorter of the two made him appear childish. “Nuh uh, no way am I falling for this.”
“But it’s real!” Carson tried again, doing his best to compose himself. Neither were in the best of shape, which is why they had started going to the gym in the first place, but the treadmill was truly working against Carson today. Even if it was only at a small incline and slow speed. “You just have to believe me, this GIF has the power to change people.”
“Really, how so?” Dylan questioned. Sweat was dripping down his thin frame and staining his shirt, which made the paunchier Carson feel a bit better about his own situation.
“I don’t know, dude. I can’t look at it.” Carson’s reply made Dylan roll his eyes. “I just have the link. Apparently if you look at the GIF, it changes you.”
“I think you’re reading too much creepypasta,” Dylan concluded. “How do you have the GIF without having seen it?”
Carson shrugged, panting a bit. “The link was available on some thread that I saved. A few users posted it with a bunch of random controversial tags.”
The development caught Dylan’s ear. “Dude, do not fall for that crap. You know they are just trying to farm engagement.”
Carson frowned, determined to prove himself. Dylan had already moved on from the conversation, his “Divas Forever!" playlist already pulsing out of his earbuds to Carson's digust. As two gay best friends, it was hard not to fall into the trope of falling in love with each other. But every time Carson even felt an inkling of attraction, Dylan once again certified himself as the type of feminine twink that turned Carson off.
With some nimble typing, Carson copied the link and entered his AirDrop functioning, realizing he could share the GIF without actually viewing it himself. Smiling, he found a few names pop up within range.
“Dylan!” Carson carefully tapped Dylan’s earbuds so that he could listen. “I’ll prove it right now.”
Knowing Carson would continue to annoy him, Dylan surrendered as he assumed nothing bad could come of their actions. “Who will you chose?”
Carson scanned the nearby gym-goers, spotting a man roughly ten years older than the pair on his phone, idly standing over a machine. “That one.”
Dylan half-nodded as Carson sent the link. The confirmation message popped up, and to their surprise, was followed by an acceptance. The four eyes then traced back to their subject, who was watching the GIF with a furrow in his brow. After a few moments however, the furrow shifted into a smile. Or more, a cocky smirk.
But the pair was immediately caught off guard by the almost instantaneous change that happened before their very eyes. The man began to grow, or rather, expand. His frame rose multiple inches as every part of his body bloated outwards. It was like somebody was pumping air into a balloon, but instead of flimsy latex they were working with pure muscle. Dylan and Logan could only watch on, stunned as the man’s formerly loose blue shorts and gray tee tightened around his hyper-masculinized body.
“...Carson…” Dylan softly uttered, not daring to move. “You didn’t actually do that…did you?”
Carson gulped, the man before them suddenly sprouting a thick, perfect beard. “I don’t know.”
The two cautiously examined the room, expected to be met with similarly shocked faces. But instead, everything appeared business as usual. It was like no one else had noticed the evolution–even their subject appeared unphased as he adjusted his pouch before positioning himself onto the machine.
“Do you think we should go check on him?” Dylan asked, turning off his treadmill.
Carson followed suit, “What are we going to say?”
They stepped off their respective treadmills, both trying but failing to act natural. “I don’t know dude but like, you may have just changed his life. He may want to know what happened.”
Carson held his breath as they grew closer, but the two stopped before they could actually get to the machine. Their fear was holding them in place, the consequences of their actions halting them. Eventually, their subject noticed the staring, turning his handsome face towards them in confusion.
“Hey, mind keeping those pussy eyes to yourself?” The newly-transformed man remarked, obviously annoyed.
Dylan and Carson’s faces immediately flushed red, exiting the scene. Both of them only had one thing on their mind.
“What the heck is in that GIF?” Dylan’s voice held an irritating whine, the worry having obviously crept in.
“I don’t know!” Carson pulled up the link, desperate to find some hidden code within the mismatched letters. He was about to delete it entirely from his phone, but Dylan stopped him.
“Wait,” the twink brushed Carson’s hands.
“What do you mean, ‘wait’?”
“Let’s do it again.”
Carson inspected Dylan’s face, expecting this to be a joke. “What?”
“If you AirDrop it to someone right in front of us, we can see what the heck just happened. Get an actual look into what the heck is happening.”
Carson shook his head. “No dude, we can’t mess with this anymore. I got-”
Before he could finish, Dylan took the phone and rushed away. Carson quickly followed, but by the time he caught up with his best friend, it was too late. He had already sparked up a conversation.
“Would you mind helping me make sure I’m doing this AirDrop invite thing right?" Dylan lied. “It’s for a surprise birthday party.”
“And you need me, why?” The other man, who was about double the weight of Carson, appeared confused.
“I just want everything to be perfect” Dylan played it off. “You know how it is, double-checking and triple-checking…”
The man did not seem convinced, but accepted to help anyway. Carson tried to stop Dylan, but as he reached for the phone the ping of a successful AirDrop rang out. They both watched, one in curiosity and one in fear, as the man in front of them opened the GIF.
“So, what do you think?” Dylan carefully asked.
The man opened his mouth to reply, but all that game out was a soft grown. Dylan and Carson became bystanders as the man before them underwent an incredible transformation. His fat began to harden, chiseling itself into the type of musculature only found on centuries-old statues. His body expanded to a size dreamed of by jocks and amateur body builders. And because the pair were close enough, they were embraced by the man’s new encompassing musk. Dylan and Carson stood in awe of the masculinity before them, another alpha brought to life in their own midst.
“...ah yeah,” the man groaned to himself, his voice now deeper and huskier as he was lost in his own haze. “Who’s Daddy’s little plaything? You dirty slut, nothing more than my baby machine.”
“Uh, sorry sir,” Carson started, hoping to get the conversation started. Dylan had been rendered useless, his eyes latched on to the man’s huge meat half erect inside the tiny shorts. “...sir?”
Either the man could not hear them over his heterosexual fantasies, or he was ignoring the pair. Eventually, Carson gave up, dragging Dylan behind him.
“Look at what you did!” Carson spat once they were out of earshot. “Was that really necessary?”
Dylan did not respond. Carson could tell his best friend had something cooking within his head.
“Dylan…” Carson started. “What’s going on?”
Dylan remained silent. With Carson’s phone still in hand, he clicked on the link and activated it himself, opening the GIF.
“Dylan no!” Carson tried to stop his best friend but Dylan swiftly stepped out of the way, causing him to trip. By the time Carson recovered himself, the damage had already been done. Before him now stood a pure Adonis of masculinity, standing over a foot taller then he had moments before. And now wearing nothing but a pair of shorts (so skimpy and tight that Carson could not discern if they were underwear or not), Carson was able to take in every inch of the now perfect man before him.
“Dylan…?” Carson’s voice held a lingering note as he slowly got up. Fear. And the new man smelt it.
“It’s Logan, fag.” The entitled man spat, his authority spilling off of him in waves. Carson watched helplessly as a golden cross settled itself within the valley of Logan’s heavenly chest. A chain linked itself around the gigantic neck that created Logan’s divine baritone, as if to say that he held the voice of God Himself. “Now will you beat it already? Can’t you see I’m busy checking my gains here?”
As if to prove his point, the massive man began to flex his gigantic muscles, further intimidating Carson. But Dylan was his best friend, and he wasn’t just about to give up.
“H-Hey!” Carson managed to pathetically squeak out. “Focus! Something has happened to you, it has to do with that stupid GIF.”
That word triggered something within Logan's head; Carson visibly witnessed it. Based on the exaggerated physical reaction, it made it appear as if Logan rarely had had thoughts before. His sheer size, power, and masculinity had been enough for him to make it this far. But being reminded of the GIF did something.
“What GIF are you talking about?” Logan asked, feigning innocence as he stepped forward with his gigantic feet. Within seconds, he was looming over Carson before bending down and picking something up. It was Carson’s phone–Carson had not even realized Dylan had dropped it during his transformation. “Don’t you want to be a real man, like me?”
Carson did not realize what was happening until it was already too late. Logan held the phone in front of him, displaying the looping GIF.
All at once, Carson's reality exploded. It was like every part of his body was experiencing a nuclear reaction. Within seconds, his entire frame morphed into a new stronger, elite creature. His stomach practically evaporated, revealing a set of abs that pushed out like a shell into a muscle gut unlike any other. His pectorals expanded to the limits of human proportion, forcing his collarbone and shoulder blades to adapt by becoming just as immense. From there his arms thickened rapidly, his veins popping as if they were supplying testosterone directly to his biceps and triceps, bloating them exceedingly.
After his hands had firmly transitioned into mitts, the changes followed down Carson’s legs. His midsection tightened at the waist before reversing outwards, carving a rigid bottom crafted through countless hours and deprived of any pleasure. These buttocks were connected to thickening quads, bulking themselves as they along with his tightening calves became absolute pillars of power, held sturdy of course by two comically large feet.
But as all of this went on–the widening of his jaw, the darkening of his eyes, the increasing funkiness of his own musk–Carson was unable to focus on any of it. It was as if a flashbang had gone off inside his own head, erasing everything before reality settled back in. However, this reality was not the same as before, instead it was one implanted by the GIF, emerging slowly from the mist.
Faith. Family. Freedom. The words came clear as day, almost shocking Carson by their pure power. Faith. Family. Freedom. Faith. Power. Family. Freedom. Faith. Power. Family. Dominance. Freedom. Faith. Power. Tradition. Family. Dominance. Freedom. Faith. Power. Tradition. Family. Dominance. Normality. Freedom. Each word was like a red flash, stunning Carson and digging itself deeper inside of his core. He could not fight it. He did not want to fight it.
Although the transformation only took a few seconds, the cycle within Carson’s head was beyond the constraints of time. It was reforming him, reshaping him into a man. He began to understand his purpose, his standing, his role in the world. To be on top, to be in charge, to be the one. He was meant to carry on what had come before him, he was meant to uphold those sacred values. He was destined to maintain that glory, and he was destined to fight others who would not obey it.
Before long, the constant barrage of messages were no longer being said but repeated by Carson’s own inner monologue, now deeper and manlier than before. The mantra continued to be absorbed as his new values. His new conservative, Christian, heterosexual values. And it turned him on. He lusted after his own strength, his own bigotry, his own innate superiority. His dick could not help but respond, all 9 thick, hair inches plumping up as Carson came to the realization of who he was.
“God, look at these pumps, man,” Hudson puffed himself up in the mirror, exposing his shirtless frame to his best bro. His smug arrogance practically radiated off his golden skin. “Make America Alpha again, amirite bro?”
Logan smirked, “Yeah dawg, and we’re gonna save it with these gigantic muscles.” Logan joined in on the flexing, the pair smirking at their own self-assured ideologies. “How about we go get ourselves some pretty little sluts to thank us for our service?”
Hudson’s hand naturally lowered to rearrange his massive junk. “I’m already wet just thinking about which whore will be taking my load raw.”
