I may have the smarts, but I certainly lack the brawn. Everyone chose me to be their class partner, but no one wanted me when it came time to dating. It was lonely, and I couldn’t endure it anymore. I didn’t have time to bulk up with this being my senior year of college, but I could use my smarts to find a solution to my problem. In the comfort of my apartment, I put on my favorite show and sat at my computer scouring the dark web for a real solution.
Each webpage seemed fake or was too costly. My hope was dwindling; I was ready to shut down my computer for the night. Just as my finger was sliding across the board to turn it off, an ad popped up for beta testing for an app called chronovac. Inside the link were instructions on downloading. I had no intentions of downloading it, but as I sat reading the details I heard my phone ding. The screen on my phone lit up showing a new app sitting in the lower right corner, a big C that seemed to be changing fonts every three seconds was sitting there begging me to open it. “That’s not possible.” I hadn’t even thought to download it and here it was sitting waiting for me to try it.
Curiosity kills the cat they say, I thought as I debated opening it. “What if it’s a virus?” I asked myself. The C was changing colors now, I had to see what was inside this thing. A quick tap and my screen got bright. 1’s and 0’s started cycling across the screen filling it up. “Dammit it’s a virus,” I cursed out loud feeling stupid for being so naïve. My phone wouldn’t turn off, it was stuck cycling the 1’s and 0’s. When I was about to just chuck it across the room it stopped. The screen brightened up, my camera took a picture and then it uploaded a naked photo of me.
“Oh no.” I was fully clothed, so I had no idea how it took that photo, but this thing was starting to show my stats. Penis size, waist, chest, species, I.Q. “What the hell is this?” My finger slipped over species and it brought up a long click wheel of options. I selected the back button and clicked on penis size. It showed my average 5 inches with it showing what my cock looked erect. There was a drag line and I clicked on it pulling it to the right watching as the size increased from 5 to 6, I pushed it all the way to end and it said infinite. That didn’t sound good so I scaled it back to a fair 10 inches. “Double the length,” I chuckled. A button popped up offering me duration and if I wanted to execute. With a press it started counting down from 10. I expected it to just do an animation of my cock growing, however, the head on my cock started tingling. The tingling spreading down the shaft as I felt my appendage pushing against the fabric of my khakis.
As I pushed them down I was greeted with an amazing sight, my enlarged and growing penis was reaching the dimensions specified in this app. The feeling of wrapping my hand around my newly enlarged cock left me moaning in pleasure. A few gentle tugs and I was already wanting to burst. It was the answer to my problem, now to figure out the best design for me. For the next hour I toyed with different ways to make myself look, but could never find a good enough looking combination. The phone intervened after I scrapped another design, offering me the option of stereotypes.
The options were exhausting as I scrolled through. The more notable ones were surfer, himbo, movie star, but then I saw the words I wanted, jock. The picture of me morphed into a tremendous looking stud with an increased sex drive. It was the ideal me. I didn’t need to look at anything else, it was perfect. “Execute,” I said pushing hard on the button. The timer display popped up again counting down from 2 minutes.
With my shirt off I took a moment to stare at my undefined stomach, flat chest and little arms. “This is going to be good,” I reassured myself as the first sign began to show. It started with my stomach grumbling, and then the skin began to bubble and bulge. It was like something inside me was trying to get out. Little pockets of muscle began to show, giving me the opportunity to run my hand over these little loafs that had appeared. The ability to feel my real abs was unimaginable. The pulsating and bulging of my skin worked its way up to my chest. My flat chest was blowing up, taking a hand full I felt them expand in my small hands. I’d never felt better was I got turned on my touching my body. “Yes!” It was glorious as it reached my shoulders, the muscle pumping up underneath. A soreness was setting in from having my muscles worked, but I didn’t care. It only made me happier as the veins in my arm became more prominent, muscle filling in around them as the girth of my forearms exploded.
The change wasn’t only defined to my body, my khaki pants were involved too, the fabric changing to soft cotton while the color turned an olive green. My clothes were adapting to my new bigger body as the waist size expanded along too. The pain my in legs were a bitch as the muscle expanded, the pulsating of my skin as the muscle took over underneath. The power and strength were growing inside me, each time something grew I knew it was only enhancing my abilities. As it reached my neck, I purposefully flexed to watch it grow.
The little bit of baby fat I’d carried after puberty was erased as my jaw tightened up, my thing lips filling in becoming fuller, my cheek bokes getting a little higher. The unruly mop of hair restyled itself. Small bits of my hair fell out, as the hair on the side of my head was given a razor cut. Blonde highlights and streaked through the top of my hair as the smell of product filled hit my nose. The screen showed 98% done, but I knew it was over. Nothing else was changing.
“I can’t believe it worked. I’m a nerd with the body of a jock,” I said to myself in my deep rich voice. In the corner of my eye, I could see other changes happening about the room. That didn’t concern me. “What should I do?” Was the first thing I asked myself. Immediately ideas popped into my head and I couldn’t resist saying them out loud. “Should I go pick up chicks or shoot some hoops? Wait, that’s weird I never liked shooting hoops before.” The later idea shocked me; I may have the body but what about my mind? “Uh oh, I think I’m altering reality.” Scanning the room confirmed it, my textbooks were gone, the subjects were dumbed down. No more advanced calculus or microbiology, I had Algebra and business classes. One of them was still open on the desk and as I peered down my worst suspicions were coming true. Instead of reading the words, I stared at the pictures I’d doodled in them. Basketballs, footballs, baseballs. Dirty magazines replaced the others with women barely clothed beckoning to me as I felt a squirming in my pants.
“Please don’t make me a stereotypical dumb jock,” I pleaded as I glanced over the stats on my phone. 99%, fuck no it can’t be it’s almost done. I need to undo this. In the background I could hear Aang talking with Momo on Avatar before the TV clicked and the sound of cheering filled the room. Slowly turning around a game was on, my eyes stared at the screen for a moment before I slumped into the chair. “It can wait, I’m going to catch this game.” My hand slid into my sweats as I teased my python. “Don’t worry bud, we’ll find some action for you soon.”