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    I was new at this, still learning how to use my powers, and I’d frequently get thrown off balance when I’d see a hot guy, and things could get kind of weird. They always knew it was me, afterwards. Over the weeks that I was getting the hang of being a sex wizard, I managed to transform about three dozen guys into various versions of whatever my current sexual fantasy happened to be at the time.

    It didn’t seem to matter where I was or what else was going on. If I got the urge, some dude invariably got a new body. In the airport, the poor guy had a lot of trouble how he got past TSA when he didn’t look anything like his photo ID. Watching the Rose Bowl one holiday, I made USC’s quarterback into a eight foot tall bigfoot with a cock to match. The NSA had a fun time cleaning up the global ramifications of that one, I tell you what.

    One time, I was walking through the lobby of a hotel when I saw my next fantasy target. I couldn’t help myself. In a flash the semicute business intern guy flipping through his phone had turned into a huge bodybuilder, roided and thickened up bigger than he’d ever imagined. He saw me do it and instead of loving it, seemed somehow terrified. I beat a hasty retreat and rode the elevator up to my room.

    Later as I was heading out through the lobby to meet a friend for dinner, he was still in the lobby in the same place as before. He saw me before I saw him and tried to hide. But he was so huge now, I had to laugh at him. A huge beast trying to be as little has he possibly could.

    “You’re still trying to hide,” I said to him. “Bro, you’re way too big to hide,” I laughed. “Jesus.”

    He had no idea what was about to happen next.

    <>My Second Appointment of the Day

    [Read My First Appointment of the Day]<>

    This one was special. I’d been anticipating this experience ever since his friends signed him up for… for what? What, exactly, do they call what I do here? I confess I don’t know. Well, his friends signed him up to be the beneficiary of my special kind of therapy, if you will. The kind of therapy that will literally give him a whole new outlook on life.

    You ever, deep in your deepest thoughts and fantasies, ever think about being an excessively muscular black guy? One heaving and pulsing with extreme maleness, in whom every male characteristic - muscles, body size, cock size, ball productivity, depth of voice… was extreme? The kind of body that, except for daily sessions under the razor, would practically coat itself with a dark pelt?

    Let’s start you off right, buddy. Let’s blast you up in height to about, oh, six and a half feet. That looks about right. How’s that feel? You think you’re going to like towering over almost everyone else?

    Boom. Let’s blast your skeleton and physiology for maximum muscular capacity. Look at that. You’re built to house power, now guy. Look at you.

    Look how big your feet are getting. Your hands, too. Massive. Like some kind of beast. Grabbing things. Stomping things. You’re equipped for that, now, guy. It’s like your shoulders shifted wider – and I mean wiiiide. Your bones thicker. What’s that feel like, man?

    Having trouble speaking? Look at your head, bro. Look at the masculinity manifesting itself in the shape of your fucking face. Look what I’m turning you into. You’re scary gorgeous now, man. Guys aren’t going to know if you are going to fuck them. Or murder them. Jesus, look at you.

    Less work on that ass. Let’s blow it up completely out of proportion. No reason to hold back. Let it blossom, full, ripe and round enough bounce in an (as with everything about the new you, my brother) extreme way.

    Turn around. Let’s look at the front of your crotch and see what we’re working with. It doesn’t matter where you start, it’s what I do to you that counts. Looks like you have nothing to be ashamed of, bro. Not too shabby. Of course, I have to make my mark on you though, man, so let’s triple the size of that cock into a real horse hose. Yeaahhh. Balls to match. Spunk-making manpods dangling low off the bottom of your cockstem, bro. How wide you want your cock to be, man? How wide is even possible? Let’s find out…

    Now we’re talking. Now you’re extreme in every area. It must feel like pure bliss to be inside your new body. What’s that feel like, stud? What’s it feel like to exist in the most extreme body any man every imagined?

    Yeah, I thought so. For the moment, the only sound you’re capable of making is a growl. Don’t worry, man, just enjoy the feelings. Your ability to speak will return after a while, I believe.

    I think I accomplished what your friends wanted me to do with you. I think I even went a few steps beyond what they were aiming for. If I’ve gone too far, I guess I’ll have to adjust their expectations.

    Hi, I’m reposting my new story with a custom-morphed image created by @theadonisreview​. It’s better now, no? - <>Jhfic2

    <>Doctor Super Gorgeous

    So the brain transplant was a complete success. It happened a while back, but everyone kept it hush hush for ten years, even me. My brain - my self, my identity, me - my brain got implanted into a whole new body. A body that had been created and designed by me to house myself as my ‘original’ body got older and more and more decrepit. A body built to excel in everything, and to manifest a muscular masculinity that could not ordinarily be achieved. With a brain like mine, you can see why I’d want to be a gorgeous, manly stud forever and ever.

    The surgery was scheduled for my 75th birthday, or my 15th birthday, however you wish to count it. It took a few hours of recovery time, and then my former body was disposed of. New me was a fresh and gangly fifteen year old kid who was rapidly - very rapidly - growing into something more than a man. Except my identity was, at least at the beginning, was a horny, perverted and extremely gay senior citizen.

    Now, ten years to the day later, I’m 25 (or should that be 85?). It was sweet living through my late teens once again, this time with the experience and knowledge of a lifetime packed inside a body of an overwhelming ‘second’ puberty.

    Anyway, motherfuckers, I’m going to ride this bike to the top of that mountain and then get fucked by my bodybuilder boyfriend and it will all be on video for me to watch again and again. Happy birthday to me.

    <>A New Kind of Six Pack

    Science is amazing! It’s pretty cool being an advanced research scientist working on top secret body manifestation and transformation technologies, and what we’re achieving is really, really mind blowing!

    It is especially cool to do this work because I’m a roided out muscle freak pervert who gets off on huge, muscular, hairy men and extreme male sex characteristics.

    My latest project, developed solely by me using the unlimited computing and funding I access through the secret labs, was successfully tested by me just last weekend! And I still can’t believe how successful it was!

    Our unit had been working on transforming human bodies based on individualized specifications - sort of an all-purpose menu of actual body modifications. Want bigger balls? Type it in and press enter. More shapely ass? A few mouse clicks and it’s scheduled. Corrected vision? Calf implants? Totally possible, even easy, at this point, for a great mind like mine.

    Once we’d accomplished changing every physical aspect of a person’s body to whatever we or the person desired, we had lots of thoughts about what to accomplish next.

    No one really minded when I took my personal research onto myself and secluded time for myself alone in my computer lab for a few days. They knew, given my prior work, that I’d eventually emerge with some new tech that takes everything to a whole new level. Boy, I think I even blew their minds, and they’d seen everything.

    You see, what I’d figured out how to do is to sort of 3-D print human bodies from scratch, and then impart one human consciousness among more than one body. Conceivably, you could upload human brain and networking technology into each 3-D printed brain so it would be like the user had several bodies. The software would assist the human brain in orienting and coordinating so many bodies, and advanced AI would be there as a guide and backup.

    Once all the algorithms were working like designed, I uploaded my consciousness into the system. Instantly, I opened my eyes - many eyes - inside many heads. I was living in, ‘driving’, six different bodies.

    They were all basic male configurations to start with, but as I got adept at operating so many arms and legs and eyes and ears… I learned how to ‘settle into’ my new bodies so naturally, so easily. I soon began customizing the bodies. For starters, I deployed variations on a “muscle bear” body type among my six bodies, randomizing body characteristics within a specific range to conform to type. It took only moments for the mannequin-like bodies to morph into various manifestations of the muscle bear archetype, with some of the body hair, handsomeness, muscularity, virility and sexual energy I desired.

    In order to ‘test drive’ the bodies in real world settings, I think I’m going to take myselves to Palm Springs this weekend. I even have a brainchild for the final test of my magnificent experiment: What does it feel like to cum from six bodies simultaneously?

    Appearances Can Be Deceiving

    Anonymous request

    I said, “So you understand the plan, right?”

    I was talking privately with my lawyer. This was quite possibly the last private conversation I -- Jimbo Wayne Marshall, convicted rapist and sexual predator -- will ever have. Yes, the man the world has come to know as the Dudleyville Diddler, is about to be executed by agents of the government acting under Oklahoma law. I have done the crimes and so, now it seems, the law thinks it can make me do the time -- by putting an end to Jimbo Wayne Dudley forever. I think it is unusual for someone who never took a life to be given the death penalty in this state, so I guess my decades of crimes were kind of depraved or something.

    But this is the twenty-first century, folks, and biochemistry and biotechnology being what they are, no one would expect a canny rapist/predator such as myself to die quietly. No. I plan to continue living -- and doing all the things I do best -- for decades and decades to come. Even while the rest of the world thinks that I have gone on unto the hereafter, no doubt creaming their panties as they imagine my cursed soul blistering in the fires of hell. Ha ha.

    Right before I’m executed, my... medical associates are going to jack my identiy -- everything about me that makes me me, except my body -- and stick it into the body of this young kid who died recently due to a brain aneurism and whose body -- whose gorgeous, collegiate-hunky body -- was being sustained on life support in a secret medical lab just for me.

    Somehow, and please don’t ask me to explain it, I am a sexual predator after all and not a evil scientist... Somehow, they can pull me out of my old body and put me all inside of the new kid, so I’ll awaken in his body and able to live my whole life anew. I’ll get a fresh start with a new body, and no prison or punishment of any kind. Once the transfer is complete, I’ll put an end to my accomplices so as far as anyone alive will know, Jimbo Wayne Dudley will be dead.

    The kid’s got a hot body, great face, and a sweet/handsome demeanor that’s practically irresistible. Plus he’s got the genes and the good health to live a(nother) long, long life.

    But because of technology and yadda yadda, I decided to tweak the body some while it was on life support. While the body was being kept “alive” without a brain, surgeries and chemicals were administered for weeks in order to create a body unlike any that ever existed before.

    You see, this time, I will be irresistible. I’ll be so gorgeous, growing so muscular and handsome that no one I desire will be able to say no. They’ve installed this magnificent phallus and low hanging, productive balls. The sensations and sexuality of the new body have been ramped up to inhuman extremes. Plus, I’ll have tweaked and jacked my pheromones so that everyone lusts for me even more. Face it, if I want you and turn my devious, deviant attentions to you, you will be physically unable to object. And what I want will, in fact, become exactly what you most desire at the moment. I will live, quite frankly, the perfect dream life for a pervert like me. No one will be able to resist giving me everything I want.

    “So you understand the plan right?” I repeated.

    “Yes, sir,” replied my lawyer, the most expensive, handsomest lawyer I could find.

    “That’s why you’ll be the first one I’ll fuck,” I say, licking the side of his face while he involuntarily cringed. “Tell the judge I’m ready.”

    Time seemed to fly past. In moments, I was strapped into the electric chair, an audience of government agents and former victims watching behind glass. The final procedures and yammering wrapped up and the countdown to the execution began.

    Just then, I felt a kind of internal tug, or snap, and everything went blank. I couldn’t see anything, hear anything at all. Then, differently, the sounds of the world came back to me, and sense of being grounded and solid. But different. Different in a sexy way. Different in a powerful way. I felt immensely and uncompromisingly powerful. I opened my eyes.

    “Goodbye, Jimbo,” I said in a new voice, my new cock already chubbing up in my shorts.

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    <>A New Kind of Six Pack

    Science is amazing! It’s pretty cool being an advanced research scientist working on top secret body manifestation and transformation technologies, and what we’re achieving is really, really mind blowing!

    It is especially cool to do this work because I’m a roided out muscle freak pervert who gets off on huge, muscular, hairy men and extreme male sex characteristics.

    My latest project, developed solely by me using the unlimited computing and funding I access through the secret labs, was successfully tested by me just last weekend! And I still can’t believe how successful it was!

    Our unit had been working on transforming human bodies based on individualized specifications - sort of an all-purpose menu of actual body modifications. Want bigger balls? Type it in and press enter. More shapely ass? A few mouse clicks and it’s scheduled. Corrected vision? Calf implants? Totally possible, even easy, at this point, for a great mind like mine.

    Once we’d accomplished changing every physical aspect of a person’s body to whatever we or the person desired, we had lots of thoughts about what to accomplish next.

    No one really minded when I took my personal research onto myself and secluded time for myself alone in my computer lab for a few days. They knew, given my prior work, that I’d eventually emerge with some new tech that takes everything to a whole new level. Boy, I think I even blew their minds, and they’d seen everything.

    You see, what I’d figured out how to do is to sort of 3-D print human bodies from scratch, and then impart one human consciousness among more than one body. Conceivably, you could upload human brain and networking technology into each 3-D printed brain so it would be like the user had several bodies. The software would assist the human brain in orienting and coordinating so many bodies, and advanced AI would be there as a guide and backup.

    Once all the algorithms were working like designed, I uploaded my consciousness into the system. Instantly, I opened my eyes - many eyes - inside many heads. I was living in, ‘driving’, six different bodies.

    They were all basic male configurations to start with, but as I got adept at operating so many arms and legs and eyes and ears… I learned how to ‘settle into’ my new bodies so naturally, so easily. I soon began customizing the bodies. For starters, I deployed variations on a “muscle bear” body type among my six bodies, randomizing body characteristics within a specific range to conform to type. It took only moments for the mannequin-like bodies to morph into various manifestations of the muscle bear archetype, with some of the body hair, handsomeness, muscularity, virility and sexual energy I desired.

    In order to ‘test drive’ the bodies in real world settings, I think I’m going to take myselves to Palm Springs this weekend. I even have a brainchild for the final test of my magnificent experiment: What does it feel like to cum from six bodies simultaneously?

    “Actually, read your gym membership contract, bro. It does give us the power to capture you and force you to lift and eat until your body goals are achieved. Or adjusted.”

    Jim was starting to get nervous. When Paul had invited him to join his gym, it was just supposed to be some fun after they had gotten off at the office. He’d seen how Paul’s body had changed over the last few months. And known how he’d missed a couple of days of work. But he never expected that this was the reason why.

    “But what about my rights?” Jim responded. He backed up, only finding himself deeper inside the gym. Watching the two bodybuilders and his friend surround him only made him more nervous.

    “Don’t worry about those,” Paul laughed. “Once you start seeing some improvements you’ll love it. I know I did.”

    One of the bodybuilders threw his arm around Paul. “Right. This fucker was so weak that it took him quite a few extra training sessions before we got it right. Now let’s see how big you wanna get…” he held up Jim’s membership papers. “300 pounds…” the guy let out an almost evil smile. It was supposed to have been a joke. “Guess we got a lot of work to do…”

    Three hundred pounds? I remember when that seemed big, when that sounded like a comical, impossible, made up goal. No human had any business growing to 300 pounds of muscle, I had thought back then, especially at my height.

    Until it happened. I don’t know what it was about my guys at the gym, but within a few days of signing up, they’d convinced me to let go of my apprehensions and dive in to the program more fully. Since then, I’d practically moved into the gym itself, getting fed all (all nine) of my nutritionally-perfect daily meals there, showering there, and taking my supplements right there under the supervision of the growth team. Once they started fucking me, I started sleeping there, too. My roommate had started to wig out on me anyhow.

    My body seemed to go on autopilot – I’d zone out doing reps for so long that my mind went elsewhere much of the time. And the place where it went was the gutter. I started daydreaming about gay muscle fantasies, huge muscle beasts getting fucked and a future of practically never ending growth.

    Turns out, those fantasies are exactly what the guys are doing to me, they actually are making me have those dream and fantasies because they are bringing them to life right in my body just to indulge their own perverted sexual urges.

    Who would have guessed that when I wrote 300 pounds on the application paperwork as my goal, it really was me confessing a deeply hidden, subconscious yearning to be a muscle guy my own self. That desire was so repressed in me, they’d said, I didn’t even consciously know I felt that way.

    One time they showed me my old application form, it seemed like it was from a long time ago, but it had just been a few days. Body goal it said, with a box next to it, and inside the box I had clearly written muscular 300 pounds! It seemed to be a funny joke back then. I was just a small dude who never thought I could grow any bigger, and wasn’t seriously thinking of working out hard at all. The guys just smiled and reminded me that I did not feel that way about it anymore.

    After a while, I asked about changing my body goals. They guys laughed and said they wondered when I was going to ask about that. I can never go backwards, like adopting smaller weight goal, they said, only larger. For some reason, I thought this was funny, too. Who would want to be more than 300 pounds of muscle? I laughed and laughed.

    Just as a joke, I erased 300 on the form and wrote 450. So funny to think about any human weighing that much, having muscles that weighed that much. Couldn’t they see how absurd and funny that would be?

    They laughed and called me silly. They took the form back from me. Silly muscle beast, they said.

    Most of y’all would join a gym like that, huh?

    Entry for: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/7056-weekly-challenge-9/

    <>Sid and Kevin

    He didn’t look like a 45 year old office worker anymore. Sid now appeared for all intents and purposes to be a 19 year old youthful bodybuilder with throbbing, unnatural muscles. It was that new game on his new phone that made it possible. Somehow, he’d transformed his former self into a sex-obsessed horndog with the body to get whatever he wanted. He’d installed chemicals and hormones in his balls and brain that permanently altered his personality and his motivations.

    Sid, against all better judgement, was now a manipulative sexual predator captured inside the body of a gorgeous, irresistible adonis, and it was all because of the new game he’d installed on his mobile.

    “Hey buddy how do you like me now? Man, you can’t even imagine what this feels like. Maybe you can. I can feel these muscles and this youth in every cell in my body. I feel like a kid again. I am a kid again!” he went on and on in an excited, buoyant baritone, “Nineteen, bro!”

    I was pretty surprised when he then decided to turn his device on me. I had never indulged in his fantasy websites or his gaming, and we’d settled into a comfortable, if drab, life together. I guess the hormones or endorphins that were flooding his brain somehow tweaked his wishes and actions, because just a few seconds after I found him in his new, um, condition, he began to tell me about what he was going to do…

    “First let’s give your body a huge improvement. Muscles, perfect body hair, gain inches of height. Hands and feet get bigger and reshaped. I think you need a lot of vascularity, not a bit of fat…” he was entering the commands into the game as fast as he was talking. “How about extreme bodybuilder as your basic body type? Maybe six and a half feet?” he typed away.

    Frankly, I just sat mute. My eyes were watching every move he made, tracing the lines of his body, expecting that if he controlled everything, something surprising was probably inside his shorts.

    “I’m going to max out the muscular dimensions of your arms and calves, bro, thicken up your neck and traps pretty extreme.

    “I’m blowing your cock up grande, Kevin, length and thickness. You want to be cut or uncut?” He was asking me what I wanted for once.

    “Um…”, I began.

    “Uncut. That’s what I want. Sorry, bro. And how about huge round balls that and a heightened sense of horniness all the time about, twice, no let’s say, three times that of a regular guy.

    “Kevin, you’re all done, bro. Buckle up, because you’re getting a huge jolt, right about… now.” He swiped the device.

    It took no time. It felt instantaneous that my body expanded, it seemed to explode, and in just a brief moment, I was breathing and sweating inside a whole new body, seeing things from a new vantage point. Just then, a huge wave of eroticism washed through my brain and being. A sense of sustained orgasm began in my growing crotch and spread into every inch of muscle I now possessed.

    “Oh my god!” I shouted.

    Sid leered at me, now more than ever a 19 year old power stud fully reveling in his power, overcome by desires of seeing his middle aged boyfriend’s body metamorphose into a state of being that could only be conceived in a mind like his. What could he possible do to me next? I quivered with fear and wonder. He entered an instruction.

    “Now let’s repeat that same series of commands again.”

    I entered an entirely new realm of ecstasy.

    “Now let’s do it again.”

    Turns out, this one is a fan favorite.

    Hi, I’m reposting my new story with a custom-morphed image created by @theadonisreview​. It’s better now, no? - <>Jhfic2

    <>Doctor Super Gorgeous

    So the brain transplant was a complete success. It happened a while back, but everyone kept it hush hush for ten years, even me. My brain - my self, my identity, me - my brain got implanted into a whole new body. A body that had been created and designed by me to house myself as my ‘original’ body got older and more and more decrepit. A body built to excel in everything, and to manifest a muscular masculinity that could not ordinarily be achieved. With a brain like mine, you can see why I’d want to be a gorgeous, manly stud forever and ever.

    The surgery was scheduled for my 75th birthday, or my 15th birthday, however you wish to count it. It took a few hours of recovery time, and then my former body was disposed of. New me was a fresh and gangly fifteen year old kid who was rapidly - very rapidly - growing into something more than a man. Except my identity was, at least at the beginning, was a horny, perverted and extremely gay senior citizen.

    Now, ten years to the day later, I’m 25 (or should that be 85?). It was sweet living through my late teens once again, this time with the experience and knowledge of a lifetime packed inside a body of an overwhelming ‘second’ puberty.

    Anyway, motherfuckers, I’m going to ride this bike to the top of that mountain and then get fucked by my bodybuilder boyfriend and it will all be on video for me to watch again and again. Happy birthday to me.

    <>Doctor Super Gorgeous

    So the brain transplant was a complete success. It happened a while back, but everyone kept it hush hush for ten years, even me. My brain - my self, my identity, me - my brain got implanted into a whole new body. A body that had been created and designed by me to house myself as my ‘original’ body got older and more and more decrepit. A body built to excel in everything, and to manifest a muscular masculinity that could not ordinarily be achieved. With a brain like mine, you can see why I’d want to be a gorgeous, manly stud forever and ever.

    The surgery was scheduled for my 75th birthday, or my 15th birthday, however you wish to count it. It took a few hours of recovery time, and then my former body was disposed of. New me was a fresh and gangly fifteen year old kid who was rapidly - very rapidly - growing into something more than a man. Except my identity was, at least at the beginning, was a horny, perverted and extremely gay senior citizen.

    Now, ten years to the day later, I’m 25 (or should that be 85?). It was sweet living through my late teens once again, this time with the experience and knowledge of a lifetime packed inside a body of an overwhelming ‘second’ puberty.

    Anyway, motherfuckers, I’m going to ride this bike to the top of that mountain and then get fucked by my bodybuilder boyfriend and it will all be on video for me to watch again and again. Happy birthday to me.

    <>My Second Appointment of the Day

    [Read My First Appointment of the Day]<>

    This one was special. I’d been anticipating this experience ever since his friends signed him up for... for what? What, exactly, do they call what I do here? I confess I don’t know. Well, his friends signed him up to be the beneficiary of my special kind of therapy, if you will. The kind of therapy that will literally give him a whole new outlook on life.

    You ever, deep in your deepest thoughts and fantasies, ever think about being an excessively muscular black guy? One heaving and pulsing with extreme maleness, in whom every male characteristic - muscles, body size, cock size, ball productivity, depth of voice... was extreme? The kind of body that, except for daily sessions under the razor, would practically coat itself with a dark pelt?

    Let’s start you off right, buddy. Let’s blast you up in height to about, oh, six and a half feet. That looks about right. How’s that feel? You think you’re going to like towering over almost everyone else?

    Boom. Let’s blast your skeleton and physiology for maximum muscular capacity. Look at that. You’re built to house power, now guy. Look at you.

    Look how big your feet are getting. Your hands, too. Massive. Like some kind of beast. Grabbing things. Stomping things. You’re equipped for that, now, guy. It’s like your shoulders shifted wider -- and I mean wiiiide. Your bones thicker. What’s that feel like, man?

    Having trouble speaking? Look at your head, bro. Look at the masculinity manifesting itself in the shape of your fucking face. Look what I’m turning you into. You’re scary gorgeous now, man. Guys aren’t going to know if you are going to fuck them. Or murder them. Jesus, look at you.

    Less work on that ass. Let’s blow it up completely out of proportion. No reason to hold back. Let it blossom, full, ripe and round enough bounce in an (as with everything about the new you, my brother) extreme way.

    Turn around. Let’s look at the front of your crotch and see what we’re working with. It doesn’t matter where you start, it’s what I do to you that counts. Looks like you have nothing to be ashamed of, bro. Not too shabby. Of course, I have to make my mark on you though, man, so let’s triple the size of that cock into a real horse hose. Yeaahhh. Balls to match. Spunk-making manpods dangling low off the bottom of your cockstem, bro. How wide you want your cock to be, man? How wide is even possible? Let’s find out...

    Now we’re talking. Now you’re extreme in every area. It must feel like pure bliss to be inside your new body. What’s that feel like, stud? What’s it feel like to exist in the most extreme body any man every imagined?

    Yeah, I thought so. For the moment, the only sound you’re capable of making is a growl. Don’t worry, man, just enjoy the feelings. Your ability to speak will return after a while, I believe.

    I think I accomplished what your friends wanted me to do with you. I think I even went a few steps beyond what they were aiming for. If I’ve gone too far, I guess I’ll have to adjust their expectations.

    I was new at this, still learning how to use my powers, and I’d frequently get thrown off balance when I’d see a hot guy, and things could get kind of weird. They always knew it was me, afterwards. Over the weeks that I was getting the hang of being a sex wizard, I managed to transform about three dozen guys into various versions of whatever my current sexual fantasy happened to be at the time.

    It didn’t seem to matter where I was or what else was going on. If I got the urge, some dude invariably got a new body. In the airport, the poor guy had a lot of trouble how he got past TSA when he didn’t look anything like his photo ID. Watching the Rose Bowl one holiday, I made USC’s quarterback into a eight foot tall bigfoot with a cock to match. The NSA had a fun time cleaning up the global ramifications of that one, I tell you what.

    One time, I was walking through the lobby of a hotel when I saw my next fantasy target. I couldn’t help myself. In a flash the semicute business intern guy flipping through his phone had turned into a huge bodybuilder, roided and thickened up bigger than he’d ever imagined. He saw me do it and instead of loving it, seemed somehow terrified. I beat a hasty retreat and rode the elevator up to my room.

    Later as I was heading out through the lobby to meet a friend for dinner, he was still in the lobby in the same place as before. He saw me before I saw him and tried to hide. But he was so huge now, I had to laugh at him. A huge beast trying to be as little has he possibly could.

    “You’re still trying to hide,” I said to him. “Bro, you’re way too big to hide,” I laughed. “Jesus.”

    He had no idea what was about to happen next.

    “Actually, read your gym membership contract, bro. It does give us the power to capture you and force you to lift and eat until your body goals are achieved. Or adjusted.”

    Jim was starting to get nervous. When Paul had invited him to join his gym, it was just supposed to be some fun after they had gotten off at the office. He’d seen how Paul’s body had changed over the last few months. And known how he’d missed a couple of days of work. But he never expected that this was the reason why.

    “But what about my rights?” Jim responded. He backed up, only finding himself deeper inside the gym. Watching the two bodybuilders and his friend surround him only made him more nervous.

    “Don’t worry about those,” Paul laughed. “Once you start seeing some improvements you’ll love it. I know I did.”

    One of the bodybuilders threw his arm around Paul. “Right. This fucker was so weak that it took him quite a few extra training sessions before we got it right. Now let’s see how big you wanna get…” he held up Jim’s membership papers. “300 pounds…” the guy let out an almost evil smile. It was supposed to have been a joke. “Guess we got a lot of work to do…”

    Three hundred pounds? I remember when that seemed big, when that sounded like a comical, impossible, made up goal. No human had any business growing to 300 pounds of muscle, I had thought back then, especially at my height.

    Until it happened. I don’t know what it was about my guys at the gym, but within a few days of signing up, they’d convinced me to let go of my apprehensions and dive in to the program more fully. Since then, I’d practically moved into the gym itself, getting fed all (all nine) of my nutritionally-perfect daily meals there, showering there, and taking my supplements right there under the supervision of the growth team. Once they started fucking me, I started sleeping there, too. My roommate had started to wig out on me anyhow.

    My body seemed to go on autopilot -- I’d zone out doing reps for so long that my mind went elsewhere much of the time. And the place where it went was the gutter. I started daydreaming about gay muscle fantasies, huge muscle beasts getting fucked and a future of practically never ending growth.

    Turns out, those fantasies are exactly what the guys are doing to me, they actually are making me have those dream and fantasies because they are bringing them to life right in my body just to indulge their own perverted sexual urges.

    Who would have guessed that when I wrote 300 pounds on the application paperwork as my goal, it really was me confessing a deeply hidden, subconscious yearning to be a muscle guy my own self. That desire was so repressed in me, they’d said, I didn’t even consciously know I felt that way.

    One time they showed me my old application form, it seemed like it was from a long time ago, but it had just been a few days. Body goal it said, with a box next to it, and inside the box I had clearly written muscular 300 pounds! It seemed to be a funny joke back then. I was just a small dude who never thought I could grow any bigger, and wasn’t seriously thinking of working out hard at all. The guys just smiled and reminded me that I did not feel that way about it anymore.

    After a while, I asked about changing my body goals. They guys laughed and said they wondered when I was going to ask about that. I can never go backwards, like adopting smaller weight goal, they said, only larger. For some reason, I thought this was funny, too. Who would want to be more than 300 pounds of muscle? I laughed and laughed.

    Just as a joke, I erased 300 on the form and wrote 450. So funny to think about any human weighing that much, having muscles that weighed that much. Couldn’t they see how absurd and funny that would be?

    They laughed and called me silly. They took the form back from me. Silly muscle beast, they said.

    <>My First Appointment of the Day

    Okay, son, go sit down on that ball over there and tell me what you want me to do with your body. Although I can guess. What are you 22? 23 years old? And you’re so fat and so weak. Is sitting home in the dark jacking off the only thing you do, buddy?

    That’s okay. That’s all about to change for you.

    I know you filled out a preferences questionnaire before the procedure, didn’t you? I’ve got it here. You want a normal body, to leave your old self behind and just be an average Joe, and normal guy with a normal life. Average height. Average weight. Average musculature. Average libido. Is that best you can muster? You must feel pathetic.

    Well, that’s not what I’m about. Ain’t nothing ever gonna be average about you. Not when I’m done with you. If you’re having second thoughts, you’re too late, because I’m in charge here, and your questionnaire is simply for my enjoyment. To see just how far beyond your desires I can take you.

    Let’s start with your face. I want you to look like a cute boy that got blasted with man rays. Get that jaw going, chin. Cheekbones. Brow, the whole bit. I like some facial hair, showing that even on your face your manliness can barely be restrained.

    Let’s pop your shoulders out real wide, and narrow your hips. Let’s structure your entire upper body to receive massive amounts of musculature. Feel that? Nothing average about that, is there, son?

    I want to keep you kind of short, and let’s thicken up your forearms and, especially, your calves until they’re literally insane. You’ll be able to make muscle freaks cum with your body from the knees down alone. You have no idea how much of a physical god I’m turning you into.

    Now you’re starting to get it, huh, kid? Now you’re starting to feel the new biochemistry that’s powering your new body and new personality. I get it. I remember what it was like for me, when I did this to myself. And I’ve honed my skills over the years. Perfected my abilities. And you, son, are the beneficiary of that.

    Beef up your entire self into massive muscles right now. Boom. You’re a huge bodybuilder. Feel it all over. This is the new you. How ya doing there, kid? Are two different identities wrestling themselves inside your soul right now? I bet they are. Your previous self - the schlub you knew as you - is fading. Getting even weaker. And your new self, the confident fucker I’m growing before your very eyes. I know which one is gonna win. The new identity. The new you is taking over, but you’ll remember every second of it. Hope you like that, son.

    You’ll always remember how you used to be.

    Well, because I’m me and because I can, I’m gonna hurl even more muscle size on your calves, bro. Just because I want to. How’s that feeling down there? Like a mutant freak, huh? I know.

    You’re pretty close, man. I’m heaping some ass muscles in the very best way on your behind, flaring out your lats, and thickening you up until you feel like you’re thicker than you are wide (and you may very well be). You’re huge, kid. You are a freak of nature in the very best way. Look what you’re doing to my cock. Look at the kind of effect you’re starting to have on me. You like that? You like growing into the beast only I know you can become?

    I think you do.

    Now let’s give you the balls a body like that demands. Let’s plump up that dicklet of yours into a real fuckstick that shows everyone what happens when you take average and you double it or triple it. Gonna schlong you up big time. You ever see anything that veiny? That delectable? You’re rocking a monster cock, now, kid. But you know that, don’t you. You know it in every fiber of your being. And you’ve got the instinct to make the best possible use of the kid’s new manpole.

    Welcome to your new world, son. Now you’re gonna fuck my ass like you know you can. Like you know you were made to do, just like I like it.

    But I’m still gonna call you kid, kid.

    Can’t wait to tell you about my next appointment...