#everything powers

snap

Absolutely. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have guys jumping at the chance to follow your orders.

Your arms are burning. The muscle fibres are completely changing. Look at them bulging! Your shirt sleeves are stretching and tearing. Feel the pressure against your biceps as the fabric cuts into your arms. Let’s make it looser for you... Look at your shirt now. It’s digital camo. A collar is forming around your neck with two rank insignias.

Feel fabric tighten across your chest... Your pecs are swelling outward into two hard, dense slabs of muscle.

Your chest is twitching now. Those pecs are swelling bigger and denser with every heartbeat. Feel how heavy they’re getting? Your new uniform is tightening across them already. The buttons are pulling so hard they might snap right off. Good thing military uniforms are made for big men like you.

And your shoulders... Jesus. Roll them and stretch them… They’re widening so fast. Listen to those joints cracking. Music to my ears! I’ll make your whole frame is thicken into something powerful. Something dominant. Your traps are climbing up your neck while your delts round out into hard muscle caps. You’re built like a tank now.

Look at your forearms. See those thick veins pushing up beneath the skin? And what’s this? Ink. Dark black lines are spreading over your arm. A tattoo is carving itself into your skin. Mechanical. Aggressive. Masculine. It wraps perfectly around your giant bicep like you earned it years ago.

Hold on to your lunch because your stomach is going to tighten now. I’ll make sure every bit of softness is burned away. Look at that V-shape forming. Your back is going to stretch the uniform tight. Even your sleeves are rolling themselves higher. we have to show off those massive arms.

Try talking.

See? Your voice won’t come out properly anymore. Your throat is changing. Vocal cords thickening. Chest vibrating. There it is... Hear that? Deep. Authoritative. The kind of voice that makes people shut up and listen.

Just ignore the sounds of your face cracking and reshaping. I’m making your jaw wider and squarer. Feel how heavy it’s getting? I’ll sharpen your and make your brow intense. Oh plus you need the military haircut.

You can feel your whole personality shifting with it, can’t you? That uncertainty is fading away. Sit straighter. Be more confident. More commanding. Like your body expects respect now.

Let me finish that uniform. You need some heavy combat boots on your feet. And pants that pull snug around your thick thighs. One last detail… A name patch over your chest.

KING. You are officially royalty.

That feels natural, doesn’t it? Of course it does. That’s your name now.

Speaking of your uniform… Let’s make it mean something. You’re obviously military, but what branch… Hmm. How about Marines? Hoo-rah!

Here come the memories... there they come. Early morning training drills. Weight rooms full of grunting jarheads. Young recruits staring at you like they want your approval. Nights drinking with your squad while everyone else in the bar keeps glancing your way.

You’re not some awkward guy anymore. You’re the biggest, hottest man in the room, and everybody knows it.

Will you flex your arms for me. You like how huge they are now? Feel the power in that body.

Damn. Look at you, Staff Sergeant King.

snap

I’ve been watching you… Sitting on your bed in your tiny room, listening to the lifted trucks rip down the road outside. Watching all the jacked country boys at the gas station, at bonfires, leaning against fence posts in their tight dusty jeans and work boots. Their big arms, sunburnt necks and dumb grins.

And you?

You’re just the awkward guy watching from the sidelines.

I know you want it so bad. You wanna be thick, strong and stupid. You want to be a real country boy.

So let’s make it happen shall we?

Stand up for me. Yeah, strip down too. Don’t be shy. Everything you've got now won't be staying anyway. I’m gonna rebuild you from scratch. Farm-boy edition.

First thing’s first, you’re not gonna stay lanky and soft. Country boys are built solid. Wide and heavy. Like they’ve been hauling hay bales since they were twelve years old.

Feel that?

That tight pull in your shoulders? Your frame is changing already.

Let me pull out your shoulders a little, make your chest broader. Did I say a little because I meant a lot. Your waist should be thicker, don’t you think? Feel all the dense muscle in your chest get bigger. And that’s not gym muscle either! No sireee. That's the kind that’s built from lifting feed bags and wrestling busted machinery in the heat.

Ohhh yeah. That’s better.

Look down.

I’ll tighten your stomach and carve some deep abs for you too. I can’t forget your arms either! Let's stretch those biceps bigger and rounder, so the forearms are thick with heavy veins.

Does your head hurt from all the testosterone flooding your skull yet?

Hold on a second, your thighs are going to bulge out.

If you were wearing jeans, they definitely wouldn't fit anymore! Your legs are pure country-boy meat, boy. Massive quads. Thick calves. Look at those powerful hips from years of climbing tractors and working fields all day long.

And now comes the best part.

The heat in your skin will only last a minute. Say good-bye to that pale softness and hello to the rough golden tan spreading across your body. You look like you've been baked under brutal summer sun for years. I'll dust some freckles across your shoulders for good measure.

One more thing... Let me just crack your hands and roughen up those palms with callouses.

There! You look like you’ve worked hard your whole life now.

But you still need to think like you have, right?

Feel that fuzzy pressure behind your eyes? Your thoughts slowing down.

Vocabulary shrinking. Poor guy, big complicated words suddenly feel impossible to hold onto, don't they?

You try to think about politics. Nothing.

You try to remember what “metaphorical” means. Absolutely fucking gone.

Instead, let's fill your head with simpler thoughts. How's this to start:

Truck, beer, mud, gym, girls, work, dip. That's all you need!

I can tell you just love getting dumber by the second. Let that crooked grin spread across your face.

Look! Even your posture is loosening. You're feeling confident too ... dumb, cocky, effortless confidence. That's the kind that comes from never overthinking anything in your entire life.

Last little bit now... Just your face is left. Your face shifts next.

I'll square out the jaw, broaden the nose and thicken the lips. You need a messy country-boy haircut too.

Don't look a yourself just yet, put these jeans and boots on first. We'll finish the whole look. a look at yourself

Okay, now check the mirror and see the same huge, dumb farmhand I see.

You don’t care about your old life anymore. Homework. Anxiety. Weird overthinking. Gone.

Just think about those chores you have to do. Think about hitting the gym after. Maybe shotgunning some beers with the boys tonight.

Life is simple now. Simple and good.

See you never, country boy.

I know you are responsible for this! Turn him back! Or I’ll call the cops.

snap

You're gonna call the cops? On me? Good luck with that!

Listen to that panic in your voice.

You’ve noticed them, haven’t you?

All those hockey players showing up around town. Big guys in team jackets and backwards caps. Heavy gym bags slung over broad shoulders. Groups of them laughing too loudly outside convenience stores and coffee shops like they own the entire city.

And your best friend? He's gone, bro. He finally became what he was supposed to be. 

And honestly? Wouldn't you want to join him? I know you do... Deep down, you want to be a cocky, jacked hockey player bro just like him. 

I can already tell exactly what kind of guy you are. You're already bulging in your underwear. 

You're so tense... Too stuck inside your own head. Good thing I can fix that.

I'll start the change deep in your legs.

Feel that thick pressure building in your thighs, your muscles swelling violently beneath your jeans. Those jeans are way too tight now. Let’s get them off.

Ohhh, there we go.

Feel how heavy your legs are getting?

You need tight calves for hockey. Dense cords of muscle. Steady now. Your balance is shifting lower… I’m making you a little bit shorter, but it’ll help when you’re on the ice. Perfect for skating. 

Your hips are widening now and your core is getting tighter. Lift your shirt, go on! Feel those hard abs flattening beneath rapidly growing muscle.

So much broader now. Stronger. Built for hitting.

Your chest is thickening heavily beneath your shirt, dense athlete muscle stretching the fabric tight across your torso. Your arms swell next — forearms hardening first, then biceps, then thick hockey-player shoulders forming naturally onto your frame.

Not bodybuilder or gym rat muscle. It’s hockey muscle.

Powerful. Functional. Intimidating.

Your lungs pull in a sharp breath as the smell hits you suddenly.

Ice. Sweat. Locker rooms.

Your brain’s changing already.

You’re still trying to fight it. Don’t bother. You know you want it. 

You’re rougher now. Cockier. Go ahead, roll you shoulders roll back. Widen your stance. There you go… Let that insecurity drain out of your body. Now you stand like you own the space.

Careful now. Memories are crashing into your skull.

All those early morning practices. Team bus rides. Weight room sessions. Laughing with the boys after games. Getting stitched up after fights. College scouts watching from the stands. Every memory rewrites itself perfectly.

Your old life starts feeling distant. Small. A little embarrassing, right?

Why were you so stressed all the time? None of that mattered. But this does.

Okay, you’re ready in body and mind. Let’s get you looking the part!

I’ll stitch a long-sleeve compression shirt across your chest and stomach, hugging your newly muscular frame tightly. Looks tight. Looks good. Then let’s get some hockey gear on you!

Shin pads, socks, skates. Hockey pants, shoulder pads, elbow pads.

Finally— A dark red jersey. Number 34.

Go ahead and stare down at yourself.

You look incredible.

Big thighs. Broad chest. Strong jaw. You are the exact kind of guy you used to secretly stare at.

And the funniest part? You’re not intimidated by hockey players anymore, because now you are one.

Okay, what’s next? Practice! You’ve got practice.

Helmet on. Grab your stick. The boys are waiting for you.

snap

Come here bro. Have a sit down. Let me take care of you. Take off your shirt, that’s it. And your pants too. Skinny jeans? Forget those. Gym shorts will be more your style.

Now, where to start. Hair? It’s all over you. Your chest, legs, face and arms. It’s not crazy unkempt, but you have a satisfying amount. Let’s make it a reddish-brown tint. You’re not a redhead, per say. But in the right light you can see it.

A nice hairy chest like yours needs pecs to go with it. Guys are gonna love curling their fingers around that fur of yours! They’ll follow it down your six pack stomach and into your hairy groin and dick. Glorious.

Let’s pump up your arms too. You spend a lot of time working on your chest, shoulders and arms. It’s paying off big time.

Just got the finishing touches … I’m thinking stink? A hairy guy like you needs sweat and musk to go with it. Have a whiff of those hairy pits of yours. Smells good, right?

snap

Remind me again what a twunk is? A muscular twink? Okay, I can work with that. Let's get started.

First of all, shorter. You have to be shorter. With a big mess of dark hair, an angular jaw and a young face. You need a stud in those ears too. Just the way Daddy likes it.

We'll plump your muscles up. Not too big though! How about some popping veins? Look at your arms bro, you like that?

Okay, lift up your shirt and do something sexy with it. Yeah! Just like that. Perfect.

And now why don't you try a pose or something. Yeah you can put it in your mouth, why not. Great, and flex!

snap

I'm honoured you would get off on my powers. It is what they're for, after all! Let's set you up with the ultimate jerk off.

We’ll take it from the bottom up. Close your eyes, stroke that cock of yours, and follow my words. By the time I'm done, you'll be a completely new man! Relax and enjoy yourself.

Feel your feet start to tingle? Creating some pressure in your socks and shoes? They're getting bigger, longer and stronger. That warmth is starting to slowly travel up your legs, making them to twitch and flex beneath you. 

Actually, let’s get you out of those clothes. With you stripped down, I can watch those muscles of yours grow in real time. Maybe I'll stroke my cock along with you.

Now that you're naked, let's keep going. Keep stroking your dick. That's it. Picture your dick, hard and leaking in your hand, growing thicker and longer with each stroke. Feel the heavy weight of your balls, full of cum, swinging between your legs as they draw up closer to your body. Feels good, right?

Your calves are growing now, the muscles hardening into solid columns of power. And your knees ... far too knobly. I'm going to make them powerful so they sit perfectly below your thighs. Speaking of your thighs, oh man, they're gonna be something else. Feel the muscles there expanding, becoming dense and powerful? These are the kind of legs that could crush a watermelon or thrust for hours!

That's it, keep rubbing your dick. It's okay to slow down as you feel these changes. Just don't cum until I say so.

I want to really indulge in your ass. The globes of your butt should be rounder and firmer. A perfect handful! Clench and release your muscles as you stroke your cock, imagining someone grabbing onto your transformed ass as they fuck you senseless. You fucking love it, you himbo slut.

I'm gonna move to your chest and arms. A himbo like you needs a huge chest. Take a deep breath as your pecs swell outward, your nipples hardening into stiff peaks. They might be a little more sensitive. You should check though. Go ahead and tweak them a little while you rub your cock. I bet that feels good, right?

Your arms are have to be more defined and vascular with the muscles pulsing with power. Your shoulders are broadening, with the bones shifting and reshaping to support your increasing mass. I think I'll make your neck thicker, so it can support the weight of your expanding head.

Speaking of your head... I'm going to square up that jaw and make those lips thicker too. How do you feel about facial hair? A himbo like you will need just a little bit of scruff.

You're breathing heavy now. Don't worry, we're almost done. Look at your dick leaking. Get ready to finish up - your mind is feeling lighter now. All your "big" thoughts are fizzling out and draining to your balls. From now on you're just care about gym, food and fucking. You ready?

Cum for me, bro. Show me what I've done to you. Let it all out—your cum, your smarts, everything that made you the man you used to be. You are a new you: a huge, musclebound himbo who lives for the lift, the pump, and the endless pursuit of pleasure. Welcome to the good life dude.

snap

Professor, what’s another word for pirate treasure?

That’s right. Booty! Now back that ass up and let’s embiggen it. Embiggen? Is that a word? How would you know - you’re fucking dumb as shit. Look at you, laughing at your own farts.

But wait, your arms are too thin. Flex 'em for me and watch them grow. Amazing, right? Oh I forgot you're slower now. Let me take it down to your level: Arms big, bro!

I’ll add some muscle here, flatten this part there. Tighten up your pits a bit (I love jock pits). And there you are. A football muscle jock. Lift up that jersey and show us what you're working with you sexy beast.