Mandela's TF Headwear Shop

A commission done for @mfmonstah, the first of quite a few. He wanted a TF into Roadhog, from Overwatch, and I was very happy to provide, given the guy is one of my absolute favourite characters ever. It was a lot of fun.

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The lights in the 7/11 felt harsh, almost blinding. Wolf felt exhausted, but he was almost subconsciously grateful for it. It had been a long, rough day at work, and he needed something to keep his eyes open for the half an hour left it would take to get home - otherwise he’d just fall over right there.

He didn’t like this state he’d gotten into. Work feeling like it was taking almost all of his life, collapsing the moment he got home, then waking up about 2 hours before his alarm before it started all over again. It felt like there was no time any more to do anything he enjoyed. Working retail was a nightmare in itself, but the aftermath hurt just as bad.

Wolf stared blankly at the fridge containing a bevy of cold drinks. Something sharp enough to just keep him going. Coca Cola, Pepsi, Dr Pepper, Red Bull, Monster. He tried to consider the options, but his brain wasn’t working properly. He rubbed his eyes, not caring if he smudged his glasses. Just pick something. Monster. He opened the door to take his choice, when he stopped.

Monster: Whole Hog!!

It was a new flavour. A bright yellow can, with the Monster logo alongside a familiar drawing of a pig. And that masked face on the cover…

Looked like Monster had done a branding deal with Blizzard, and it had resulted in…this. An Overwatch themed energy drink, and they’d chosen Roadhog to be the mascot to carry it. Seemed like a weird choice. Sure, Roadhog was just as popular as any of the other heroes in the game, but Reaper or McCree would’ve been a more recognisable one, even to people who don’t play the game…oh, but who gave a shit. Wolf was tired and he didn’t have the processing power to question Blizzard’s marketing decisions. He grabbed it for the novelty, paid at the counter, and left.

“Okay, now put it on” Chris threw the balaclava and the black t-shirt towards his boyfriend Jake, who was sitting on their bed.

“You’re sure about this?” He was clearly not sold on the idea of role play in the bedroom, but he agreed to do it anyway. He was surprised when Chris approached him earlier that day and asked if he’d be willing to dress up as a Russian thug because it really turned him on. But he decided to play along. And now Chris was standing next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying himself already.

He watched as Jake took off his hoodie and tank top, then put on the t-shirt and face mask. Jake had a slim build, with muscles visible but not bulky, so the large t-shirt was looking kinda baggy on him.

"You sure you bought the right one? This looks like a skirt on me." Jake commented, but Chris wasn't really listening.

"Everything's fine, don't worry about it." He shrugged off his boyfriend's comments and waited for him to put on the balaclava. When he did he took a step closer.

"You look great, babe" He said, and saw Jake's eyebrows rise a bit, but he saw a glimpse of a smile under the face mask.

Then the fun started.

Chris took a step backward, as he saw that the process was beginning. Jake suddenly stopped moving, now standing still, and all his muscles started expanding. His shoulders and chest quickly filled out thew t-shirt, which now hugged his upper body tightly. His arms turned form sticks to beefy guns, with bulky biceps covered in veins. His slim stomach gets covered in muscle, same with his legs that turned into tree trunks.

The entire transformation lasted only a minute or so, and after was done Jake looked at Chris confused.

"Chris... Chris, babe, what... what happened?" He asked, his voice unsteady and anxious.

"Nothing you have to worry about, Jake. I'm just making sure you're prepared for your 'role play' later" He still has a smug smirk on his face, because he knew what was coming next.

Jake was hit with a sudden headache. A painful feeling, as if his brain was squeezed. He groaned and leaned against the wall, hoping it would pass quickly.

"Holy shit... uuuugh... blyat" he murmured to himself "Wait... blyat? Vat? I no speak... Nyet, vat is happen? Chris, vat is happen to me?"

Jake, now speaking with a heavy and thick Russian accent, turned towards Chris, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to aggression. But Chris didn't even flinch, he was in control of the situation the entire time.

"Stop whining, Sasha. You're not here to complain, you're here to obey!" When he called him 'Sasha', Jake's eyes glazed over for a moment and he froze. A few seconds later he was back, but it was not Jake.

"Da, boss. Sasha here to work and make dirty job for boss" He stood straight, almost like a soldier, and puffed out his chest, clearly wanting to show off his muscles. Chris was in heaven. He took a step closer.

"Yes, my loyal brute. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation."

"Da, no hesitation, nyet. Only strong and obey you, boss" Sasha's voice was deeper that Jake's, he grunted more and was clearly struggling with English vocabulary.

"Oh yeah" Chris growled as he stood inches from Sasha, hunger in his eyes. "Flex for me, brute"

"Da, boss" Sasha nodded and lifted his arms into a double biceps pose. His muscles ballooned, with biceps the size of footballs.

"I strong muscle, boss use Sasha strong muscle" The Russian grunted as he flexed.

Beau was halfway through his protein shake when he realized his charger was missing. Again.

“Yo, Danny!” he called, glancing around the cluttered living room. “You steal my charger again?”

No answer.

He sighed, walked down the hall in his loose gym shorts and sleeveless tee, sweat still drying on his neck from his post-class lift. Danny was probably gaming again, headphones on. But the guy’s door was open this time, which was weird. And the lights were on. A faint smell drifted out... fuck...like someone’s gym bag got microwaved.

Beau wrinkled his nose, stepped inside. “Bro, seriously, I need it-”

The door slammed behind him.

He spun, heart jumping. “Danny? What the fuck?”

Too late.

Strong arms wrapped around his chest from behind, dragging him backward before he could react. Beau thrashed, but Danny had the upper hand,

“Shoulda knocked, pretty boy,” Danny’s voice growled, lips brushing Beau’s ear.

“Dude what the fuck are you - get off me!” Beau snapped, twisting, kicking.

But Danny lifted him clean off the floor and slammed him down onto the bed. Beau grunted, dazed. Danny straddled his hips, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. The other held something. Shit

“What the hell is that bro!?”

Danny just grinned. “A gift.”

“Get the fuck off me!”

“I will” Danny said. “After I put this on you.”

He didn’t wait for permission. The balaclava came down fast, muffling Beau’s yell as the thick, wet interior sealed around his face. It was warm, and the taste of salt filled his mouth.

“Mmph! no, fuckin’ -get this thing...off...”

He bucked, fought, clawed, but Danny just held him down, letting him

breathe

it

in.

Letting the smell do its work.

“Just relax,” Danny whispered. “You’re doin’ great.”

Beau’s body trembled. His muscles tensed, then swelled, chest pumping outward like it was inflating. His arms bulged, veins snaking like rivers across his forearms. His thighs thickened between Danny’s knees, his shorts straining.

Beau gasped. “W-what the fuck...what are you doing to me?”

He couldn't speak...

Think

Danny chuckled. “Making you better.”

Beau tried to scream again, but the words came out wrong. Slurred. Slow. “I… I don’… feel right…”

Danny leaned in close. “You sound perfect.”

Beau blinked, head foggy. “Why I talk like… fuckin’... dumb?”

His own voice was low and thick.

“I no… I not talk like zis…”

He'd heard people who sounded like this before....

His voice was low and thick, his mind fell quiet, his thrashing stalled...

why was he fighting again?

Danny ran a hand over Beau’s bulging chest, now heaving under the fabric. “Just fixing up your mind man, youre better for me this way."

“I...n-no. I not… not Russian…”

“Sure you are, good boy!” Danny kissed the side of the mask. "your whoever I want you to be!" Beaus mind

felt so

empty

Beau’s lips twitched under the fabric. “I… I is… Borya?”

His cock twitched in his straining shorts.

“Fuck yeah, you are.” Danny’s hands slid lower, groping the hardness in his shorts.

Beau’s his mind was melting. Every inhale of the musky mask wiped more of him away...college, parents, his old life There was only Danny’s grip.

Danny..

Was boss...

master..

“Who are you Borya?” Danny demanded, voice firm now, like a trainer commanding a beast.

Beau drooled slightly inside the mask. “Is… muscle. Is… Here to Serve…”

Danny leaned down and kissed him hard through the mask. “That’s right. My big, brainless Russian muscle bitch.”'

Beau nodded, eyes glazed, fully erect now, body drenched in sweat. “...Da..."

Danny grabbed his collar, yanked the tank up and off his massive new body. “Then give me a show you dumb bitch”

Borya chuckled and gladly obeyed, flexing his chest and arms, biceps kissing his ears as he grinned beneath the fabric.

It felt so good

to obey boss...

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Danny muttered, unbuckling his belt. “Now show daddy what that mouth can do.”

“Da, komrade,” Borya drooled. “Is ready to serve…”

****

Hope you enjoyed! I know I did haha.

“And if you look to your right you’ll see the armor used by gladiators in ancient Rome coliseum battles!” the guide exclaimed with glee.

Frank an average joe, was exploring a pop up exhibit with a free tour going through many iconic and notable historic periods. Currently the tour was at the time of the ancient romans and the very famous roman gladiator battles that occurred in The Colosseum. Many pieces of armor were laid out all in mint condition. You’d almost think they were replicas, but they’re as real as they can get.

“Remember, no touching allowed. These are priceless and we wouldn’t want anything happening to the armor or you,” with the guide leaving to the next exhibit soon after and the other tourgoers following except for one curious man.

Frank looked at the roman armor with jealousy. As a kid Frank always wanted to be in an epic gladiator battle so with no one around to stop him, Frank grabbed the display helmet and put it on. Despite it just being a helmet it gave Frank great joy and it he never wanted to take it off.

 “Alright I had my fun. Time to take this thing of- huh?” Frank tried to remove the helmet to no avail. Even after a couple more tugs it was pointless. The helmet was practically glued to him. That’s when Frank could feel a strangle tingling overcome his body.

The strange tingling was actually a effect of Frank’s muscles starting to grow. His height changing to an impressive 6′5″ as his stomach receded to let abs pop up onto it. Frank’s small moob fat rearranged into perfect plump pecs. Frank’s arms becoming godlike with perfect definition, large biceps, and new big hands to match. Frank’s legs grew as well giving him thighs of the gods as well as his ass becoming the perfect bubble butt with it. The last change was his face as it became much more chiseled and a 5 o’ clock shadow beard popping in. Frank’s clothes ripped off thanks to the new changes but started to melt and reform into standard roman armor and latch right back onto him leaving Frank topless and his thighs completely exposed and ass that loved to show off. Before Frank could even mutter a word the exhibit was dissipated and replaced with a rock forming in the wild. A nearby river revealed Frank’s new body in full.

“What… What happened to me?” 

Frank could finally remove the helmet, but his body was still muscular and exposed.

“Did the helmet turn me into a roman gladiator? T-That’s impossible! How am I supposed to fight?” Frank exclaimed. He always wanted to be a great gladiator as kid, but now? How would he do it even with this new body? As if to answer Frank’s confused plea, the helmet implanted new memories into Frank. Instead of a modern day couch potato, a honored and respected roman gladiator known as Proteus Dorsuo known by all was the name of this attractive man. Proteus was one of the most skilled gladiators in all of Rome and never lost a single outing.

“Wait what am I talking about? I have a coliseum to get to! The great Proteus needs to show off to his fans right?” Proteus giving a quick cocky flex as he spoke.

The newly made Proteus walked to the famous Coliseum with confidence. Proteus doesn’t know what it means to fear. Proteus only knows how to do battle and impress his fans.

Aaron was annoyed, he couldn't believe he tore his favorite shirt. He was at the gym, doing a light workout to help build a little muscle. Aaron didn't want to be buffed up like many of the guys at the gym were. He just wanted a little more tone to his normally thin-lanky physique.

However his mood was soured. Firstly, he had to wait to sign in at the front desk. Secondly, when he tried to start his workout he kept being distracted by a group of three men. They were being loud and boastful. Laughing obnoxiously loud with each other. And now Aaron tore his shirt he got up from the bench to move himself from the trio of loud Meatheads.

It wasn't just a small tear, his shirt had a huge hole in it now that exposed a lot of his pale torso. While Aaron wasn't ashamed of his body type. He still didn't want his lean body exposed for these buffed gym bros to see and judge him.

Aaron fled to the locker room, unsure why he went in there rather than leave the gym. He blames being overwhelmed, as well as being grumpy about being around that group of men. He enters the locker room thinking about what to do now. He didn't want to wait around for the gym to get less crowded. So he might as well just head out now and just make his exit quick.

Aaron notices something on the bench between the row of lockers. Folded neatly was a white shirt. He walks over to it, picking it up to see it was a white tank top specifically. One that was several sizes too large for him. Hell, if he was to wear it, Aaron is sure it would fit him like a gown.

An idea crosses his mind, he could wear it and bundle up the extra length of the shirt. Just for him to walk out of the gym to leave. With that in mind, he puts the white tank top over his torn shirt. Like he thought the new tank top was quite large on him. For a moment he thought of forgetting the idea, but he pauses when he tries to take it off. He frowns, a little confused as to why he feels all warm. It wasn't like he worked up a sweat out there for him to be feeling like this because of that.

It was strange because his muscles also were feeling all tense. To the point they even felt aching when he moved a certain way. Further being like he had himself a vigorous workout. When all Aaron did was lift a few hand weights before he fled to the locker rooms. He scratches his head, puzzled by this.

‘Did I do more than I thought.’ Aaron thought to himself.

His head feels a little foggy, frowning he swears his muscles feel tighter, he flexes them on reflex only for them to bulge in size. The young man is taken aback, staring dumbfounded as he glances between his thicker biceps. Only for his attention to shift to his chest. The same warmth cascades through him, his chest then thickens outwards. Becoming a lot more broader while his pectorals surge outwards in size.

“Huh?” Aaron says.

It's all he can say at the moment. He has no idea what's going on here or how the hell this is happening. The tank top that was fair too large on him was not fitting him a lot better. The shirt he came to the gym with he felt was becoming the opposite. With it being constricting around his broader torso. The growth didn't seem to just stop there. His legs felt off, and Aaron quickly found himself growing several inches in height that he went from a short 5 foot and 6 inches to over 6 foot.

His feet grew too large for his sneakers, making them shred them apart while his shorts tore down the seams. Aaron's head was spinning, this was becoming too much for the young man. He held his head in his hands. Feeling his soft smooth hands getting larger next. His hands feel a little more rough with faded calluses on them.

Being as if Aaron had done a lot of heavy lifting for years. His body aches in certain places. The young man unaware that faded scars now cover some places on him. He winces when his right eye stings, the vision in it blurring. He panics for a moment before a pleasuring sensation ripples through him.

A soft moan escaped him, his muscles all bulging more in size to further fill out the too large tank top he's wearing making it so the shirt fits him like a glove now. The clothing he was wearing before falling at his feet in tattered ruin. He stands there confused, unsure what to do.

“What the heck is happening with me?” He wonders a loud.

His voice, he notes it's a lot deeper with a, what is that German? Accent to it. Hearing his voice stirs something within him. He can't help but smile, chuckling a little as he found humor in the situation now.

“I was such a small fry, but now look at me. I'm huge!” He says with a boastful laugh.

His clean shaven face grows bristles of blonde hair, the blonde scruff thickens out into a thick beard that quickly turns white. Aaron always kept his hair cut into a close cut fade, but his dark hair turned blonde while it grew out. The new blonde hairs then shift to stark white. His hair was now just past his shoulders.

His youthful face under the long bears he now has shifted. His features hardening, wrinkles forming as Aaron aged several years his senior. Pushing just a little over 60 years old. But despite being an old man now he was far from being worn out. He couldn't stop himself from standing there relishing at his new size. Flexing and posing his impressive physique.

“Look at me! I'm a sexy muscle man!” Aaron couldn't help but to laugh deeply once again.

In doing so filled the former young man's mind with new memories. Years he spent working hard to rise the ranks of the crusaders. Joining Overwatch to help keep the people safe. The new memories of this new identity consume Aaron's old self. Leaving him to fully become Reinhardt.

“What a strange daydream.” The older man says.

He notices his shorts resting on the bench beside him and he quickly puts them on before anyone walks in to see him naked. Reinhardt then puts on some shoes when he hears laughter coming from the entrance. Three young men enter the locker room but stop when they see him. They look at him with awe and admiration as if they knew of him.

“Dudes, is that?” One of them asks the other.

“Hello my friends!” Reinhardt greets them. The older man is always happy to meet aspiring youth like these three men that stood across from him.

You were watching a guy pull into the service station in the middle of the day, not for gas though, he parked in a regular parking spot with a large bike trailer attached to the back. The guy got off and went inside the service station. You awed at the bikes and helmets on the trailer, surely, one quick look wouldn't hurt.

You climbed up on the trailed and began to run your fingers over the bikes. You threw your leg over the top and sat on it, putting your hands on the bars pretending to steer.

You quickly look around to see if the owner is coming back but can see him through the windows way at the back of the station browsing the drinks. You open the helmet trunk and pull out a sleek black helmet. Taking another quick look around you see the coast is clear and you put the helmet on smiling.

*CLICK* suddenly you hear something in the helmet click and it feels like it tightened around your neck and jar. You try to pull it off but it was stuck on your head, you feel your body start to swell. You pants getting thicker in your pants, filling them out with muscle. You arms inflating tearing the sleeves to shreds, but you were too focused on trying to get the helmet off, suddenly the visor flipped down covering your eyes and your world view became dark and tinted. Green digital words flash on the inside of the visor in front of your eyes.

Host Transformation Accepted and Complete Preparing Drone Adaptation

You continued to try and use the new strength in your arms to pull the helmet off as you hear a buzzing begin to get louder and louder until finally **ZAP** you feel a powerful jolt of electricity blast into your head, your arms fell limp to your side and your slouched forward. Words appeared on the inside of the visor once again..

Host Transformation Complete Mental Deletion Complete Drone Creation Complete

You sat there almost lifeless on the bike when you heard a voice from behind you.

"well fuck me bro, here I was trying to trap some guy from grinder to put on the helmet and you just went and did it for me"

You continued to sit there, unable to move, you didn't even feel the want or need to move.

"well, guess I finally got my drone, you'll make me a tonne of money dude"

The question on how you were gonna make him money didn't cross your mind, you didn't even remember what money was.

"alright, aaaand, sold, a bloke just sent me a request, advertised and taken within minutes. You'll get your instructions drone"

Words appeared on the inside of the visor in front of your eyes

Address: ## ### ### Instructions: Weekend Rental - Obey Temporary Master Body Modification Request: Weekend Dick Shrinkage As Temporary Master's Request

You mindlessly walked the bike backwards down the trailer ramp, turned it to the street and effortlessly started the bike and rode off to the programmed location to follow out your instructions.

“Can’t get in without a costume,” the bouncer said. He crossed his arms over his meaty chest.

“Cowboy,” Jason argued as he pointed to his hat and boots. He’d had them for decades since he’d moved out of Texas and just decided to try them on again. Same with his plaid shirt and jeans.

The bouncer rolled his eyes. “Not enough. Can’t get in without a costume,” he repeated.

“How’s cowboy not enough?” Jason argued.

“First off? Cause you don’t look like one. Jeans and a hat don’t make you a cowboy. Second? Cause I don’t like you,” the bouncer’s eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck did I do?” Jason demanded. He’d been coming to this bar for a few months now, but didn’t feel like he’d pissed anyone off that much. Sure, he’d gotten a bit rowdy when no one would go home with him, but he’d never left with a fight or anything. Just a few loud choice words that might have started a fight if he wasn’t so sloshed that he could barely stand up.

Again, the bouncer rolled his eyes. “How bout this?” He dug into a bag next to him and pulled out a werewolf mask. “You put this on and promise to be a good boy and I’ll let you in. Deal?”

Jason stared at the mask. “Deal,” he snatched it out of the bouncer’s hand and put it on. “Good?” Then felt his cowboy hat placed back onto his head.

“Good,” he said moving out of the way so Jason could go inside.

“Asshole…” Jason muttered under his breath as he headed inside. The entire bar was pumping and there was barely any room to move around. It was one of the reasons that Jason hated wearing masks like this. They were always so stuffy and near impossible to see out of. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped.

The girl gave him a side eye and kept walking. “Bitch,” he muttered. He pulled at the mask a bit. Somehow it was feeling even stuffier than it had been just a few minutes before. He hated this constricting feeling. Pulling at it only seemed to make it even worse.

Even stranger was the weird feeling throughout the rest of his body. The drink had run down his shirt, but somehow it felt constricting all over his body. He pulled at that as well, trying to loosen up the fabric. “This fucking sucks,” he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow as he complained. Really it was his whole body was burning up.

“What the hell?” he demanded to no one in particular. Instead he undid a button on his shirt. But as he looked back up an anger shot through him. Someone else was dressed just like his cowboy; plaid button down, jeans, boots and a hat. “Yo,” he walked over to the other guy and put a hand on his shoulder.

The guy spun around, but shrunk back in on himself as he saw Jason. It was a bit odd as Jason never thought of himself as that big of a guy. Sure 6’ wasn’t small, but it’s not like he worked out like crazy. He just had fairly average physique. “Yo?” the guy almost squeaked.

“The bouncer let you in but not me? What the hell?” Jason cursed.

“Bouncer?” the guy looked up at him, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah. The bouncer,” Jason spat back. He looked back at the front door, noticing no one there. “Fuck. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I put this stupid shit on for no reason? Fuck this.” He pulled the mask off his face and felt a cool breeze run across his face.

‘A deal’s a deal,’ he heard whispered into his ear.

Something about his body suddenly felt off. He was sweating but felt indescribably cold. His muscles felt tired and weak but more like he’d just finished a grueling workout than from anything else. The clothes he was wearing felt incredibly tight. Tighter than they ever had been.

“Bro? You alright?”

It was like the world was starting to spin. Jason was looking down, even further at the man in front of him. The guy looked so small all of a sudden. “Ye-ah…” Jason let the word fall out of his mouth. He stumbled over himself as he beelined it too the bathroom. His body felt different. He couldn’t place it.

“What the hell?” he felt himself growl as he splashed water on his face. It barely seemed to do anything as he still felt the sudden hot flash run through his entire body. Jason looked up at his face in the mirror. His mouth hung open as he saw what color his eyes were. Bright yellow. His hands went to his face, but sharp black claws were protruding out of his fingers.

Thick black fur had run down his fingers and covered his hands. He could see black paw pads starting to emerge from his palms and the tips of each of his fingers. He let out a few whimpers as the bones in his body started to crack and grow. His shoulders jutted upward and widened giving him a much wider frame. The sleeves of his long sleeve shirt didn’t stand a chance as thick muscular arms tore the fabric off his arms.

Brown fur continued to climb up his arms and cover his body. Jason scratched at it, accidently ripping open his shirt in the process. Two massive pecs bounced out of his body and the light pudge he’d been gaining since he’d hit thirty had turned into an impressive six pack. The brown fur only seemed to make it look even more defined as it cascaded in between the muscles.

His jeans couldn’t contain the enormous muscles building underneath them. They started with small tears and then just ripped down the sides. His body fell forward as the bones in his feet shifted. The weight of his body was more on his toes than it had been on the balls of his feet. He fell forward as massive black claws burst out of his leather boots. The bones in his feet cracked and snapped as they shifted more into wolf paws the size of 16 sized shoes. The boots were crushed under their colossal size.

Jason let out gasps for air as the pain shot through him. He snapped his jaw feeling the immense pressure of it starting to grow out in front of him. His nose bent backwards and turned black. Huge, sharp teeth filled his mouth and a louder snap with each closing of his jaws echoed off the empty bathroom. The round shape of his ears turned into points then migrated to the top of his head.

All he could make were deep primal grunts as he felt a sharp pain down his back side. His spine was elongating past his body and brown fur started to cover the new appendage. Jason tried to make words but the shape of his mouth and tongue made it near impossible. He looked at his wolf form, a bit of fear in his eyes. Even if as he stood at a new 7’6” height with muscles bodybuilders would dream of, he couldn’t understand what had happened.

“All you had to do was be a good boy and leave the mask on,” a familiar voice echoed in his ears. Jason turned to see the bouncer. “Of course I knew you couldn’t. Oh well.”

Jason turned his anger to the bouncer, snarling. His sharp teeth showed.

“Stop.” Instantly Jason felt his face go back to normal. “Sit.” His large body dropped to the floor, hands placed between his paws. “Good boy,” the bouncer pet his head. Jason felt his tail start wagging. Confusion hit him as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t disobey, but the pleasant feeling of the praise washed it away. “Now. Let’s go home… I got a nice new collar for you.” The bouncer pulled out a spiked collar with a leash attached to it. He snapped his fingers and a red portal appeared in the bathroom.

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Abandoned city. Your favorite place to go! Always going and exploring places where people aren't. It's not like you hate people, you just like the non-stress zones in this world.

Once you got to this new abandoned city, you could tell it was different. All other city's were either burnt down, or had mass infections in them, but this one looked like a whole civilization was still living there. But atleast no one was there now.

You saw a open house area. It had a bench press and other workout materials, but thing stood out. There was a Knights Helmet. It looked completely new compared to the desimated background. Since you were kinda bored, you head over.

You begin to walk over to the costume and start hearing wierd voices. Like it was calling for you, but that cant be right...

The voices grew louder,

"Put it on!" "Begin your service!" "Serve the king" "Thy shall put on thy guard" "Start" "Serve" "Obey"

"TRAIN"

You listened, you listened to the voices and put on the knight costume. It consumed your body and changed you. You didnt have the required muscles for service. You needed to be a big guy. Make fear in your enemies when they see your broad chest and muscles.

The helmet, changed your customs. You serve without thinking, the king deserves nothing less than a loyal little puppy. And your going to be that loyal beefy puppy.

You BARK when he says BARK. Listen and obey, you've been gifted a mighty body by the king. Now, go serve

You Knight in

SHINING ARMOR

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