Short Story: Distilled Strength

Short Story: Distilled Strength

Keith was livid. Brett, a wannabe fitness model, had humiliated him by stealing the smoking hot chick that he had been chasing for months. Brett had followed Keith around the gym for his entire workout, smashing all of Keith's mediocre lifts, proving how much more of a man he was. Keith’s slim yet toned body proved to be no match for Brett's more muscular physique. It wasn’t long before his crush was hanging off Brett's muscular figure, stroking his pecs and reaching her slender hands into his shorts.

Keith had had enough. He stormed into his apartment and pulled an almost full vial of clear liquid from the back of his kitchen cupboard. He had planned to consume the liquid slowly over many months, so the changes would be gradual and less suspicious, but in his rage, he removed the cap and drank what was left in the vial. The taste of raw sweat filled his mouth as he swallowed the potent liquid. A horrible pain filled his entire body, as his veins began to pulse angrily.

After several agonising moments, waves of pleasure began to cut through the pain, causing Keith to moan in ecstasy. His feet burst from his trainers as they doubled in size providing a solid foundation to his calves which swelled bigger than most men's arms. His quads grew thick slabs of muscle, forcing him into a wide stance as they fought for space. His growing quads forced his package forward as it surged past its previous fully erect size. His balls swelled in size and began pumping an intoxicating cocktail of hormones throughout his body as his previously flat ass grew into a perky muscle shelf.

His back grew wider, pushing his arms away from his sides as his lats flared larger. His core tightened into a series of deep ridges and valleys. His chest grew outwards, forming two huge mounds of muscle that heaved with power as they pumped oxygen through his growing frame. His hands balled into tight fists as his arms exploded, the muscle bodies of his biceps growing full and hard. His shoulders swelled with size, and huge traps soared upwards causing his frame to grow wider to accommodate all the layers of thick muscle. His high-pitched moans turned into a rumbling roar as his neck grew thicker and his voice adopted a rich bass.

The bones on his face began to rearrange, causing his baby fat to give way to a strong jaw and high cheekbones that gave him model good looks. All the blemishes and scars on his skin began to fade as it adopted a healthy natural glow. The hair on his head thickened and took on a sun-kissed shine, as his pores began to emit a pheromone-filled mix that smelled of musk and coffee.

As the changes began to subside, Kieth reached one of his saucer-sized hands into his pants to feel his new cock. With one hand Keith stroked the length of his erection, while his other squeezed his nuts, precum lubing the length of his shaft. His new cock had to be at least double the length and girth of the pathetic dick that he had felt this morning. He roared as he reached orgasm, every muscle pulsing bigger one last time, as a light dusting of hair spouted across his body.

Keith explored his new hulking physique, noting that he now easily outsized Brett. In fact, he must be the biggest guy in the entire gym now. And if someone managed to surpass him, he could always just distill their essence into another vial, just like he had done with the previous top dog at the gym.

Keith pulled on a 3XL singlet and a pair of workout shorts that he had been saving for later in the year, relishing in how he filled out fabric that previously billowed off his body. Returning his attention to the vial, he noticed there was a small amount of liquid left in the vial's dropper, perfect for giving him a pre-workout boost. He squirted what was left in the dropper into his mouth, before leaving to take his rightful place as the gym alpha.

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Short Story: Gotta Eat

“Sorry Bro, gotta eat, these muscles don’t fuel themselves,” Reece explained as he shoveled spoonfuls of chicken, rice, and veggies into his mouth, his biceps bulging with the slightest movement. “You were supposed to help me look for the necklace so we can swap back!” moaned Kerry, Reece’s now smaller brother. “Sorry Bro, I think the necklace is gone for good, it vanished once you wished that you didn’t have to babysit me anymore,” Reece said through a mouthful of food, “Plus I like being this big”. Reece flexed his bicep, watching it swell with power. “But I worked hard for that, it's my body!” cried Kerry as he watched his brother show off the spoils of his own years of hard work.

Reece sprang from his seat and lifted Kerry off the ground by the throat with one of his powerful arms. “Listen runt, I’m the big brother now, and I say we’re done looking for that necklace,” Reece spat with rage, testosterone coursing through every muscle in his body. “Ok, Ok, I’m sorry, just put me down,” Kerry choked with tears in his eyes.

Reece dropped Kerry to the floor who promptly fled the room. He glimpsed himself in the mirror, his body pumped and swollen from the exchange. “Fuck, I can’t believe he pissed this all away because he didn’t want to babysit!” Reece said to himself as he admired his reflection. The huge tent in his shorts caught his eye. “Looks someone got a bit excited”, he said palming his bulge. “Better get that taken care of,” he said as he grabbed his brothers, no his phone, from his pocket and fired up Tinder. Fuck it was great being the big brother.

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Short Story: Mismatched

What the fuck dude! I stare dumbfounded at Rich as lifts his hoodie revealing a cut six-pack and huge meaty pecs. “What?” he replies as he rubs his meaty hands down his tanned torso, feeling the light dusting of hair underneath his calloused hands.

“Look at your legs dude!” I exclaim. He pulls up the legs of his gym shorts revealing a massive set of quads, covered in a web of veins pulsing just beneath the skin. “Ohh shit,” he says as he strokes his hands along the smooth slightly pink skin of his lower body.

“You must have grabbed the wrong set of shorts!” I yell angrily. “Well how was I supposed to know?” he complains, his submissive posture looking strange with such a masculine physique. “Well those shorts don’t go with those pants, so now your upper half doesn’t go with your bottom half!” I scream, panicking that our entire plan might have been compromised, “We have to sneak back in and get the right bodybuilder’s shorts!”.

“Maybe not just yet” he smirks as he looks into the waistband of his gym shorts. He moans in relief as he heaves the biggest, thickest, angriest cock I’ve ever seen out of his shorts, its deep red colour standing out against the tanned skin of his hands. “Maybe not just yet,” I mumble as I drop to my knees and take the huge mushroom tip into my mouth.

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Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)

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Present day

Clint was making his way home after a long day at work, his body sore from the day's labour. He longed for the days where his job as a tradesman was just a front that had been set up for him by the Man in Black. After the procedure, the man dressed in black gave him a new backstory with a fit wife who had been through a similar procedure. He would laze around all day, working out, posting queer bait pictures to instagram, and most importantly spouting on about conspiracy theories and quotes about being a real man any chance he got. And in return for his work, regular checks arrived keeping him flush with cash.

But after the election, the checks stopped coming. He kept up his usual posting routine, but soon he had to turn back to tiling to pay the bills. As Clint gripped the steering wheel, he inspected his muscular forearm. His enhanced body required so much protein to maintain his mass that he was afraid he’d begin to lose his physique if he couldn’t find some cash. His posts had become more and more nonsensical as his situation worsened and he turned to shady deals selling videos of him wrestling other men on the internet.

Clint pulled his truck up to his local gym, hoping a solid workout would perk him up a bit. The gym was the only real place where he felt in control these days. As he made his way across the gym floor, he felt numerous pairs of eyes taking in his hulking form. The high-cut gym shorts and muscle tank that he was wearing did little to hide his godly physique. Buoyed by the attention, Clint made an effort to stand up straight and puff his chest out to give his admirers a better show as he strutted towards the free weights. To Clint's annoyance, some twink was already there, struggling with the lightest weights in the gym, his clothes draped off his unnaturally skinny body.

“I think you’re done here kid,” Clint said as he grabbed two of the heaviest dumbbells in the gym, shoving the much smaller man out of the way. The smaller man fell to the floor, but Clint didn’t pay him a second thought. He was far too engrossed in his workout. Despite having this body for several years now, it was still such a rush to workout. It was like his body craved being put under the stress of a heavy lifting session. Clint was transfixed at the way his hulking body moved as he curled the heavy dumbbells. It was almost orgasmic for him. He felt his member begin to chub up slightly in his shorts.

For the next hour, Clint pushed his body through a grueling workout. Upon finishing his last set, he dropped his weights back on the rack, and closed his eyes, his head tilted towards the ceiling. He loved the feeling of post-workout bliss. The feeling of his sweat-soaked shirt hugging his body. The feeling of his pumped muscles twitching under his skin. The feeling of blood coursing through his swollen veins. He felt his cock harden further down the leg of his shorts. He peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his incredible torso, pumped and swollen from the workout. He began inspecting his flawless form in the gym mirror. “Could I be any more perfect,” he muttered to himself.

He felt a cool breeze as his dick approached full hardness, the tip beginning to surge past the leg of his shorts. “Down boy,” he laughed to himself, “just wait till we get home to the wifey”. He made his way across the gym floor, making sure to give his fellow gym-goers a good show of his sweaty, swollen form before tossing his gear in his truck and starting his journey home. The workout had helped take his mind off things, but the feeling of doubt that lingered on the periphery of his mind began to ebb once more.

As Clint pulled onto his street, he realised that a familiar black SUV was parked in his driveway. A wave of relief washed over him. The man in black must be finally reaching out to him! He parked his car and heaved his huge frame out of his truck. With his wide stride, it only took him a few steps to reach the car. Clint paused as he approached. Something was wrong. The door to the SUV opened revealing a man dressed in white. “Hello Clint” he said chillingly. Fear and panic sent adrenaline coursing through Clint’s veins. He turned and bolted away from the man, only to be grabbed by a dozen other men in suits and dark sunglasses. Clint’s muscles bulged as he wrestled for his life against the men, but he was simply outnumbered. “Take him inside” the Man Dressed in White ordered. The men bundled Clint inside as he howled and struggled.

Once inside, the men pushed Clint to his knees and bound his hands behind his back. “What are you going to do to me?” Clint asked. “Why we’re going to right what has been wronged Clint,” the man dressed in white said, “Do you ever think about the two men you cheated to get that body?. “Why would I?” Clint spat. “Well one of the men was tragically beaten to death by a homophobe after the agency released him while the other man was sold as a sex slave” the Man Dressed in White explained. “So, the queers deserved it” Clint spat again, his voice thick with malice.

The man dressed in white gestured to someone behind Clint. In walked the slender twink from the gym, his head and shoulders hunched. The twink looked at Clint with a mixture of lust and hate. ”Don’t you recognise him Clint?” the Man Dressed in White exclaimed as he pulled a small silver ring out of his pocket, “This is Shayne. We managed to rescue him off a drug lord in Mexico and tonight, we are going to balance the scales”.

“No, you can’t take my muscles”, panicked Clint. “Oh no Clint, we will be taking much more than that” explained the man in white. “You see, you have such a following on social media, your disappearance or sudden loss of size would fuel the fires of conspiracy”. “I’ll do anything, please don’t change me back,” begged Clint “I was nothing before!”. “Ohh Clint, you will be doing more than you know to right the wrongs of the agency”. “Place your hands on his temples Shayne” said the Man in Dressed in White. Shayne came and kneeled in front of Clint before reaching out and placing his small hands on Clint’s temples. He licked his lips as he felt the heat radiating off Clint's golden skin.

The Man Dressed in White placed the silver ring on Shayne’s finger. Suddenly Shayne’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He sighed as his head slumped forward and a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth. The cloud began to float towards Clint. Panicked, Clint held his breath and thrashed against his bindings. “Ohh Clint, even with all your godly muscles, you’re still human so you’ll need to breathe eventually”.

Clint’s vision began to blur as the lack of oxygen began to take a toll on him. His veins began to pop as his muscles demanded he take a breath. A thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He couldn’t go any longer, and he was forced to take a long deep breath, pulling the smoke into his lungs. The last thing Clint remembered was a wave of weakness washing over him before everything went black.

Clint woke up a few minutes later with his face on the floor. His whole body ached. He went to push himself up off the ground when he noticed small, slender hands instead of his usual calloused mitts. Panicked, looked down and saw a pale and impossibly thin body. He began to go into shock. “Looking for these” said a deep voice rumbled. Clint looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a naked version of his former body looking back at him, flexing his huge biceps, and proudly showing his rock hard 10 inch cock as precum oozed from its tip. “This is such a rush,” the man exclaimed as his hands explored whis swollen new form, “I never had this insane size before”. The man's hands came to rest at the base of his throbbing cock. He shuddered as he ran his hands along the length of his thick shaft to his sensitive tip. “Let’s see what this monster can do,” the imposter said, his voice thick with lust as he walked slowly towards Clint.

The Man in White watched on, pleased with his work. But this was just one of the many wrongs that the agency and the man in black had made. He had more work to do.

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Balancing The Scales - The Ring (Part 1)

Here's the next entry in my Balancing The Scales series. You don't have to read the other parts to enjoy this one, but if you want to read them in order of release, the links are below.

Teaser short stories:

What's got into you?

The Power of Three

Spotter

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Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 1)

Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)

High-ranking members of the incoming government have learned of a number of top-secret military programs commissioned under the former conservative administration. These programs sought to dominate the social media narrative by creating large numbers of influencers to sway potential voters. The most successful of these programs was Operation Alpha - which used a potent combination of technology and ancient magics to turn large numbers of gay men into submissive twinks while creating an army of alpha males who sought to dominate social media channels with their powerful physiques and handsome looks, all while promoting conservative messages to the masses. 

Upon discovering the project, the new administration sought to undo the damage caused, but they soon realised having dozens of fitness influencers suddenly losing their godly bodies would cause havoc. Instead, they decided to rebalance the scales. These are the stories of those involved.  

Subject #2 - The Ring - Part 1

Ohhhhh fuuuuuuucccccckkkk! Mike smirked, this chick was practically orgasming and his cock wasn’t even halfway in yet. “You ain’t seen nothing yet babe” teased Mike and he began to slide the rest of his incredible cock into the woman’s waiting pussy, causing her to scream in ecstasy. “Fuck, so tight” he grunts as he slowly forces his cock in inch by inch. With such a massive member, Mike was used to having to take it slow while chicks got used to his size. And it’s not just Mike’s dick, everything about Mike was huge. 

Standing at an imposing 6,3, and 260 pounds of solid muscle, Mike was quite the sight to behold. Layers of thick muscle wove their way across his imposing physique, covered by a thin layer of tan skin. His powerful arms easily lifted the woman off the ground while he further impaled her on his huge dick. She squealed and moaned at the top of her lungs as he reached the base of his cock. He shuddered as the stretched pussy tightly gripped his cock, sending pleasure coursing through his veins. He paused briefly, savouring the moment. His former self could never have imagined the changes that would come to his life. The man that he would become.

Mike remembered the day he met Drew. Mike was a starry-eyed freshman moving into his new dorm room before the start of the school year. He was on the smaller side but had spent his last year of high school trying to bulk and add some mass to his small frame. The result was a decently athletic, yet slim figure. Even with his enhanced muscle tone, Mike was struggling with the bulk of his bag, its sheer size making it difficult to maneuver with his short 5 foot 3 stature.

After clearing the first few flights, he stopped on a landing, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. It was frankly embarrassing how much he was struggling. To his dismay he realised that he was a little over halfway up and collapsed on a nearby bench, his eyes closed. “Need a hand man?” rumbled a deep voice. Mike opened his eyes and was greeted by one of the biggest men he had ever seen. The man looked to be about his age, but he must have been a good foot taller than him. Mike’s sister would have said the man had handsome boy next door looks, but Mike was more focused on the man's wide shoulders. 

His round biceps flexed as they lifted a heavy box of clothing, while a bulky chest pushed the fabric on the front of his singlet forward. The black shorts that the man was wearing were struggling to contain the bulk of his legs and bubble butt. While it was clear this man was genetically gifted, he didn’t have the definition or size of a serious lifter. “I said, did you need a hand?” the guy asked again, reaching his large hand out to Mike. “Yeah sure,” Mike said, taking the man's hand and noticing how large and powerful it was compared to his own. “I’m Drew,” the man said as he effortlessly picked up Mike’s bags, flinging one over his shoulder while carrying the other under his arm. Mike was in awe of how easily the man handled the weight as if it was nothing. “I’m Mike,” Mike said as he followed Drew up the stairs, struggling to keep up with the bigger man's stride. 

“So what are you here to study man?” Drew asked as he charged up the stairs. “Business and politics,” Mike replied, short of breath. He had always felt that the combination would make him a powerful man that demanded respect one day. “Nice, I’m studying agriculture and social work myself”, Drew said, “Dad wants me to take over the farm but I want to be a youth worker helping underprivileged kids”. Mike was surprised, he thought such an imposing man like Drew would be studying business or finance, not a touchy/feely subject like social work. 

“Looks like this is me, number 56” Mike panted after they had cleared the remaining half dozen flights of stairs and stopped outside one of the rooms. “No way dude!” Drew exclaimed as he slapped Mike on the back, causing the smaller man to stumble forward, “You must be my roomie!”. 

From that day, Mike and Drew became close friends. Mike was astonished to find that Drew had never set foot in a gym before, his solid physique the result of years of hard labour on the farm. But when Mike introduced him to pumping iron, he took to it like a duck to water. With his natural strength, he began to make great strides in his physique. Not wanting to be outdone, Mike pushed himself hard in the gym to try and keep pace with the bigger man. But try as he might, he couldn’t do anything about his genetics so his efforts were mostly in vain. He would always be the smaller man.

Shortly after moving into the dorm, Mike was woken in the early hours of the morning to a panting sound coming from Drew’s side of the room. As his eyes adjusted to the low level of light, Mike noticed Drew’s hulking form breathing deeply, the bulging muscles in his arms tensing and flexing while an obscene tent rose in his sheets. The cock contained within the confines of those sheets must have been truly colossal to make such a huge dent in the fabric. Absent-mindedly, Mike’s hands roamed to his own dick, feeling its small thin form. Mike never had much going for him downstairs. At that moment, Drew moaned in his sleep, and a large wet spot formed at the tip of the tent. Mike’s gaze lingered on the virile man in front of him. A throb of jealousy grew inside him before he drifted off to sleep.

As the months passed by, Drew’s physique became more and more refined. His formally modest pecs began to jut further out from his chest. The chords of muscle in his forearms became more and more pronounced while his mighty biceps and triceps stretched his sleeves to breaking point. As a result of his grueling workout schedule, his body fat began to steadily decrease, accentuating his already handsome features. His core was becoming so tight that you could see the ridges of his abs through the fabric of his shirts. Throughout this incredible transformation, Drew maintained the same natural humbleness and warmth that made him popular across the campus. Combined with his godly physique he became the center of attention in every room he walked into. 

All this time, Mike remained by Drew's side. Whether they were at the campus gym or hanging out at one of the many campus parties, they were almost constantly in each other's presence. 

But as Drew’s shadow grew bigger, Mike began to become frustrated with being second fiddle. It started small at first. He told Drew he was taking up powerlifting to try and push himself, but in reality, he knew that smaller guys had an advantage in the sport, and he hoped it would be something that he had that Drew couldn't match. He also began to put on more of a macho persona. At parties, he became loud and boisterous, to the point of being obnoxious in an effort to compensate for his smaller stature. Finally, he began taking doses of steroids and hormones in an attempt to catch up with the unbelievable gains that Drew had been making. This cocktail of drugs wreaked havoc on his system, making him even more irritable and envious. Drew picked up on Mike’s gradual change in personality, but as a true friend, he made a concerted effort to perk his roommate up by encouraging him to enter a powerlifting competition. With a target to channel his angst, Mike threw himself into prep for the contest and the mood in the doom room improved. 

Before the boys knew it, they were nearing the end of their junior year in college. Drew’s physique had further matured and he had begun to build up a sizable following on social media. Companies were even starting to reach out to explore sponsorship deals. And for Mike, he had begun to make promising inroads into his lifts, and his performance at the state powerlifting contest looked promising. 

So promising in fact that the smaller man managed to take out the top spot for the 65kg weight class. Mike was on cloud 9. After accepting his medal he threw up his hands in triumph. He reveled in the applause. He finally had something he could be proud of. Something that he was the best at. From the crowd, Drew was the one hollering and cheering the loudest. “I’m telling you dude, you’re going to go pro” Drew said as the two posed for photos after the ceremony had ended. Mike puffed his chest out a little more than usual to try and out-angle his larger friend.

“Great work today boy”, the owner of the powerlifting gym said as he came over to greet the two young men. “You’ve got a bright future ahead of you”. “Thanks coach”, Mike said beaming. “Say why don’t the two of you help me pack up and I’ll take you out for a beer”, the owner said. Mike made his way over to one of the bars and began removing plates to pack them back onto the stand. A loud grunt caught his attention. He looked up to see Drew walking across the gym, carrying a fully laden barbell in each arm. Mike’s heart sank when he realised that one of those barbells was the one he had just used to break his former personal best lift, and Drew was carrying it one hand like it was nothing. “Geez big guy” explained the coach “you’ve got some freaky strength in you. Have you ever thought of trying powerlifting? You could do great things in the sport”. Mike went red with rage. In his moment of triumph, his roommate had outshone him once again. “I’ve never really thought about it,” shrugged Drew, causing the weights in his arms to effortlessly rise and fall. “Well if you ever decide to use that body to its full potential, you know where to find me,” the coach said as he slapped the larger boy on the back. Mike had heard enough, he grabbed his gym bag and stormed out of the gym.

Mike was fuming and his mind was in a dark place. His body was on autopilot as he roamed the city streets towards the campus. After walking for hours, he slumped into a park bench. It wasn’t fair. Drew had everything, the body, the looks, the whole package. And now he had to take powerlifting as well, the one thing that Mike had. The cocktail of artificial hormones and steroids coursing through his body was doing weird things to his mind. What had he done to deserve this? Why was the world so unfair? His thoughts continued to spiral.

“Tough day friend?” a voice said, snapping Mike back to reality. Mike looked up to find a man dressed in an immaculate black suit sitting next to him on the park bench. “You don’t know the half of it,” Mike said, cracking his knuckles. “Ohh I understand more than you know Mr. Jacobs” the man smiled. “How do you know my name?” Mike asked, edging away from the man nervously. “That’s not important Mr. Jacobs,” the man said very matter-of-factly. “What’s important is I have the opportunity of a lifetime for you to become so much more than you are now”. Mike listened intently.

Later that evening Mike returned to the apartment to find Drew waiting for him. “There he is, the champion himself,” Drew said standing up from his desk to welcome his buddy home. “Thanks man,” Mike said with a grin as his flatmate slapped him on the back a little too hard. “I know I’m on a diet, but I brought us some beers to celebrate,” Mike said, turning his back to Drew before handing him a freshly opened beer. “Cheers man, to the future state champ!” Drew said, holding his beer up to toast. Mike smiled as he clinked his bottle against his larger flatmates before the two men took deep swigs from their beers.

The two talked for a few minutes before Drew slumped into a chair. “Wow, that beer’s gone straight to my head,” the larger man said, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, that stuff works quickly and gave you triple what I usually give people to account for your size”, Mike said, the smile on his face twisting into an evil smirk. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Drew said, trying to keep focus. “That doesn’t concern you now Drew, just relax,” Mike said, quietly sipping on his beer. “What did you do to me?” Drew asked, staring helplessly at his flatmate as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Nothing nearly as bad as you’ve done to me you queer” Mike spat. “What, how do you…” Drew started before his words failed him. “That’s right, I know you’re gay,” Mike said with venom, “What I don’t understand is how the universe decided to give a queer like you a body like that”. “You could have had any girl on this campus, but instead you’ve wasted your gift ” Mike explained. “But that’s about to change, because tonight, I’ll finally take what’s rightfully mine”. 

“Mike, no matter what you’ve done we can talk about this!” Drew said, vision still blurry. “We can talk once I’m a god”, Mike said as he approached Drew who was slumped helplessly in the chair. Mike proceeded to pull a small silver band out of his pocket. Strange etchings and a series of small microchips and wires were dotted across its surface. As he placed it on his finger, he could have sworn he felt a tingling feeling shoot through his body. “Now is the time for both of us to get what we truly deserve,” he said as he placed his hands on Drew’s temples. 

Instantly Mike felt his vision turn black and an overwhelming feeling of weightlessness overcame him as his consciousness was pulled from his body in a cloud of smoke. The smoke lingered in the air for a second before it began to enter Drew’s immobilised body. As the smoke poured into Drew, Mike began to feel the larger man’s consciousness, confused and alarmed at the sudden intruder in his mind. “Pathetic” Mike thought, as his consciousness expanded to engulf Drew’s increasingly panicked presence. After a brief struggle, Mike’s dominant consciousness forced Drew from his body. 

Victorious, Mike felt his consciousness expand to begin to fill its new host. A wave of new sensations washed over him as he took control of the larger body. He felt strong. He felt powerful. He felt complete. Mike’s eyes shot open as he sprang up from the chair where Drew had previously been sitting. His vision spun momentarily with vertigo as he struggled to adjust to his new 6 foot 3 height. His face contorted into a smug smirk that looked foreign on Drew’s formerly playful face. He looked down at his new colossal form to find his view obscured by his huge peck shelf that was straining against the fabric of his athletic hoodie. He felt hormones course through his veins, but unlike synthetic chemicals present in his old body, these felt more natural, almost primal. The feeling of strength was so fundamental to his being that he felt like he was invincible. He brought his new larger calloused hands up to the neck of the hoodie, and in a frightening display of power, ripped the thick fabric clean off, exposing his new torso in all its muscular glory.

Thick veins snaked up from his forearms over his swollen biceps. His colossal pecs jutted several inches away from his chest, covered in a light dusting of hair. Huge shoulders and wide lats gave his body a phenomenal presence, forcing his arms away from his torso. He traced his fingers along his new abs. While some men had thin, tight cores, his was somehow solid, powerful, and cut all at the same time. His thick fingers came to rest on the waistband of his athletic shorts which were strained in all directions by his sizable quads, perky butt, and raging hard-on. 

He gingerly peeled his shorts down exposing his new cock. Mike gasped. From that first night, he knew that Drew was packing some impressive length but he wasn’t prepared for the sheer girth of his new monster. It was easily as thick as a beer can with a huge angry vein running the length of the shaft. He gingerly placed his hands on his engorged member, mesmerised by how his much larger hands still couldn’t reach the whole way around. Having been circumcised in his former body, he marveled at the foreign sensation of pulling back his new foreskin revealing a huge mushroom head. A strong musky smell filled his nostrils. The toes of his huge feet gripped the floor as a small breeze on the head of his cock sent pleasure from his sensitive exposed glands, up his shaft, and out across his entire body. A deep moan escaped his mouth.

“What did you do to me?” Drew, now in Mike's former body, moaned as he tried to push himself off the floor. Mike smirked and swaggered over to his pathetic former body, his raging hard-on smacking against his quads as he walked, sending globs of pre-cum across the room. “I took what’s rightfully mine,” Mike taunted. “I’ll tell everyone what you did, someone will find a way to fix this” Drew said, fear in his voice as he stared up at his hulking former form. “Ohh I don’t think anyone will listen to a word you say when you’re locked up in prison” Mike said, as he placed one of his huge feet on Drew’s chest and pushed him to the ground. “You see, before I came back to the apartment I rang the police and confessed to spiking all those girls' drinks at the campus bars this year”. “You did what?”, Drew said in disbelief. “How do you think I knew how to take you down big guy”, Mike laughed, “but a queer like you deserved it”. 

Mike then began to flex his huge new biceps. “To think you wasted this”, Mike said as he watched the split peak rise and fall with each flex of his powerful arm. “You could have had any girl you wanted but you chose to be a homo,” Mike said, locking eyes with Drew, “Well there’s a new Drew Mcneil in town, and he’s never going to waste the gifts he has”. 

Mike reached down and began to stroke his raging boner with one hand while his other explored his huge new form. His breathing began to hasten, and his muscles took on a slight pink hue as they began to pump with blood. His strokes became faster and faster and a slight sheen of sweat appeared on his body. Finally, his panting turned into primal groans of pleasure as ecstasy coursed through his veins and cum spewed from the tip of his cock. Volley after volley sprayed all over Drew, who was now just a reminder of the sad life he used to lead. He had won. He was the alpha male now. And all the other pathetic men would cower before him.

Across town, the man dressed in black watched on intently through a series of cameras hidden throughout the apartment. Yet another successful operation. He was one step closer to his goal.

Part 2 coming soon...

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Short Story: A new fitness industry

“Can we take a before photo for a gram first?” the annoying rich kid asked in a nasal tone. “Sure thing man!” Jace said, feigning enthusiasm as he mimed a fist bump, making sure to flex his bicep to the camera.

Jace used to love coming to bodybuilding conventions. He had fond memories of being able to strut around the show floor showing off his hard-earned physique to admirers, getting free swag from all the sponsors that were begging him to post a picture of their product to his socials, and taking a booth babe or two back to his hotel afterwards. Those were the days.

But with the invention of mind chips, that all had changed. Invented as part of a shady defense programme, mind chips allowed users to stream their consciousness to another person’s body, effectively allowing two individuals to swap bodies as long as the chips were switched on. While initially used for military and intelligence purposes, a private company named MindStream offered well-off individuals a chance to inhabit the body of their dreams. Bodybuilding shows like this one turned into meat markets, where those willing to pay could walk the show floor as their favourite fitness influencers.

Jace hated using a MindStream. While sex wasn’t allowed, he had come back to his body last year to find his dick rubbed raw after his swap partner had spent the whole convention furiously jerking himself off for the entire day. But the pay was just too good and he needed the money to fuel his campaign for his next shot at the Olympia title.

So here he was again, taking a photo with Danny, the skinny 18 year old son of some software tycoon that would have control of his body for the next 8 hours. “Shall we do this then?” Jace grumbled. He wanted to get the day over and done with as soon as he could. “Hell yeah man!” Danny replied enthusiastically as he pulled out his phone and opened the MindStream app. “Do you mind?” Danny asked, holding out his expensive-looking phone to Jace, “I can’t reach the chip past your traps”. Jace scoffed and snatched the phone out of his hands before holding it up against the back of his neck. He then roughly grabbed the boy by the shoulder and pushed his head down so he could scan the chip on the back of his head. Once both chips had been scanned, a dialog box opened, asking the two to consent to the stream. Danny accepted immediately, and looked up at Jace, eagerly waiting for him to do the same. Danny sighed and clicked the confirmation button.

The stream initiation process was always pretty jarring. As the chip redirected the neural signals of his brain, Jace’s vision blurred back and forth between his view looking down on Danny’s beaming face, and Danny’s view looking up at his sneering, hulking form. Finally, after a few nauseating moments, his vision stabilised and Jace found himself staring up at himself. “Holy shit dude, I’m huge!” Danny explained as he ran his hands all over his borrowed body. It must be such a rush to feel so much raw strength coursing through your veins for the first time. Jace had spent years building his muscular physique to perfection, while Danny had felt those gains wash over him in mere seconds.

Jace looked down at his temporary home. An oversized gym tee draped over his skinny form like a tent while his former abs had been replaced a small paunch. An unfamiliar feeling of weakness came across him as he looked at his pencil-thin arms. At least it was only 8 hours.

“Right, guess I’ll meet you back here in 8 hours so I can make the slot for my exhibition workout?” Jace said, the high-pitched tone surprising him. “Fuck yeah bro,” Danny said he tore his attention away from tracing each of his new cobblestone abs with his new meaty fingers. Danny took a few awkward steps in his giant-sized gym shoes as he got used to his heavier, longer stride before turning to Jace with an ecstatic look on his face. “How do you even walk with this thing slapping halfway down your leg!” he laughed before he walked off into the crowd.

Jace collapsed into a nearby chair. What the hell was he going to do for 8 hours? Out of curiosity, he pulled back the waistband of his borrowed pants, only to find the kid didn’t have much going on down there either. At least it was only 8 hours.

8 hours passed and Jace was getting impatient. Where the hell was this kid? If he wasn’t here in the next 10 minutes, Jace would terminate the Stream himself and the kid would be banned from the app. He just hoped the kid wasn’t doing anything dangerous in his body when he stopped the stream.

15 minutes later, Danny was still nowhere to be seen. Enraged, Jace pulled out his phone to cancel the stream, only to find that the phone in his pocket wasn’t his, it was the one Danny had earlier. Luckily it unlocked with facial recognition, and he went straight to the MindStream app. He pressed the cancel button - and waited. After a few moments, an error appeared “no active stream session located”. What the fuck!

The next half hour went by in a fit of panic. He called the MindStream helpline but they were adamant that they had no record of a stream taking place on his account that day. The kid’s bank accounts were empty and there was no record of a stream payment being made. Finally, he resorted to trying to find the kid’s contact information online, only to find no traces of him anywhere. A quick Google search told him the kid’s supposed billionaire father only had daughters.

Jace was furious, he stormed around the expo floor to see if he could find the kid. He finally spotted him working out on the main exhibition stage. His old body was shirtless, his muscular torso pumped and glistening with sweat. A crowd of fans cheered as he flexed his colossal chest, bouncing each of his huge pecs along with the music. The crowd roared in delight at the display, something they weren't used to seeing from Jace. The kid seemed to be enjoying himself as well, with most of the crowd transfixed at the sight of his raging hardon that was snaking down one of the legs of his gym shorts. Jace would normally have been more modest, but the imposter was taking every opportunity to flaunt his obscene package.

Jace slowly pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his current state making the progress slow going. Before crowds had parted for his massive form. Now he had to squeeze himself through the tiniest of gaps between the mass of bodies.

His old body saw him approach as he finally got to the front. “Give me my body back!” Jace tried to scream over the roar of the crowd and the thumping music. The imposter smirked before leaning closely towards Jace. Jace’s senses were bombarded by the potent smell of sweat coming off the beast of a man. Did he always smell like this after a workout? Jace’s tiny prick rose to full mast his pants. “Enjoy your new life, loser,” the imposter said quietly to him before standing back to address the crowd. “Hey everyone, this is the guy I swapped with today, let's give him a big cheer for helping me make it to Olympia this year!” his former body said as it roared over the crowd. The crowd erupted into applause, drowning out Jace’s protests. Danny gestured for the crowd to settle down. “But I’ve decided that today’s swap is going to be my last MondStream, the technology just creeps me out you know?” Danny said to the disappointment of many in the crowd. “I’ve dedicated my life to building this body to what it is today, and it’s that dedication that’s gonna get me to Olmpyia this year!” Danny roared as he pulled a most muscular pose, his entire body swelling with power as he flexed, angry veins popping out all over his skin. The fabric of his pants was pushed to the limit as they struggled to contain his engorged member.

The crowd roared as it surged forward as people tried to get a picture or an autograph with the future champion, leaving Jake staring up at everything he had lost.

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