Hot Muscle Men

It was hard to believe but Sam had seen it happen. His friend Nick transformed from a similarly skinny and like-minded school bookworm into a dumb muscle jock like the ones appearing around school.

It had happened the week before. Without warning after school one of the school jocks Chad dragged Nick behind school, chucked his clothes, and before he could even struggle dunked his friend into a barrel of cloudy water. 

Sam had followed and kept his distance. He was about to call for help until he saw happen. The muscle wasn’t obvious at first, but Nick’s deepening moans were. Then muscle started to appear, swelling all over his bone skinny body. His back flared and chest inflated, deep set abs carved themselves into his midsection, even his whole face squared off and eyes shifted blue. Finally Nick climbing out of the water gave Sam a clear view of the freshly born muscle hunk, thick with glistening mass, a wide jock grin, and a cock that got Sam instantly hard and jealous. The new Nick just gave Chad a cocky smirk. Then growling in a sexy deep voice “Lets have some fun” he grabbed Chad’s equally tone bod into the locker room. 

Sam was freaked, he could barely move, but then he saw it. A lone piece of paper Chad had dropped on the turf. A torn out page titled “Method 11: Jock Tank” from some book called “the jocking manual”

Getting the ingredients was easy. Everything was in the locker room- even cum soaked towels. He still barely believed it could work, that it could work on him, and even if it could he did have misgivings. Throughout the week he noticed how dumb Nick had become, how all he talked about now was hitting the gym with his bros and pounding it out in the showers. But just the sight Nick’s tight body and his cocky attitude made Sam even hungrier to change. So he doubled the quantities the recipe suggested, hoping if it did the same for him he could finally up Nick.

He squeezed out everything into the bath- old gym shorts, strops, towels saturated with sweat and cum. The smell alone made his head spin and mind feel foggy. But it was when his body hit the water and he eagerly submerged his pale frame that he really started to change. And when the water did its work, pumping his body with new raw muscle, slowing and reshaping his thoughts, his face, his hair, his cock… he could only smirk in growing cocky satisfaction at the fucking sexy jock he’d become. 

It was the oddest stupidest idea ever. He was the farthest from those things. He never cared about how he looked, he despised dumb jocks who worked out all the time and only cared about their appearance and getting laid. But there it was, this annoying idea floating around his head as he started his day and tried to get situated. This nagging sense that he should be something else. He tried to put it out of mind, but it always seemed to come back as he attempted to concentrate and get to know his first tasks. He caught himself eyeing his reflection, just wondering what it would be like if his hair was a little wavier and blonder, if his smile was more easy going, if he was less concerned about his day. For all their faults jocks were at least social, confident and… hot. Thankfully there were plenty of new coworkers to meet to take his mind off the nagging questions making his head dizzy. Normally he wanted to avoid any interactions as much as possible and just focus on what needed to get down, but each greeting became a little easier and he found himself relaxing and chatting more. He hadn’t realized it but there were plenty of attractive people in the office, especially the guys. For some reason he couldn’t resist sneaking increasingly lingering glances and hoping to run into them. It was normal to have a few office crushes right? Imagining what they looked like shirtless… what they tasted like… how it might feel up against them. Fuck he was never this horny before. If anything he was as asexual as one could be but now how was having a harder and harder time with the growing tightness of his bulge. Everything felt uncomfortable. His outfit felt restrictive and stuffy. He constantly felt like he had to stretch and adjust himself, and it felt so warm he just had to remove his tie and unbutton a button. Focusing on spread sheets felt impossible like this. The thought of how good it must feel to be big and hot kept floating around in his head. With his tan golden skin, the way his thighs were filling out his pant legs and chest finally visible under his once baggy shirt, he was well on his way. He removed another two buttons. Yeah that felt better. All the numbers on the screen just looked like gibberish. How could he focus when he felt like this, running a hand up his stomach, feeling hard rippled abs under his shirt and grasping a round pec in his palm. So hard. Seeing the way his arm flexed in his sleeve, he had enough, he needed to get out of here, and he rushed to the bathroom.

The second he saw his reflection a cocky smirk spread across his face and his cock got instantly harder and thicker, stretching down his pant leg to a new monster size. A pleasurable empty fog filled his head. He really was the office jock. The jaw, the hair, the dull amber eyes. No wonder so many people in his office were giving him second glances. His body filled out his shirt perfectly. The workouts were really paying off, but he could do better. He needed to get a pic of this. Flexing he could see his body pulse and swell, his shoulders widening to the point that his collar spread apart and his biceps and forearms stretched his sleeves to their limit. Huhu. He let out a slow deep chuckle that sounded so foreign, but also so natural, hot and dumb. He tried it again deeper this time as all thoughts left his head. He wasn’t hired because he was smart. Not with a body like this. He was hired because he was hot. A sexy walking wet dream. There to give pleasure and fun. Huhu. Yeah thats right. Mmm cock. So much fun. Flex. So big. Flex. So hung. Hot and dumb bro. Such a hot dumb office himbro huhuhu