Adult Swim (musc AP)
by Aardvark
Michael was scrawny. There was no way around it. He always headed to the beach to look for girls, and always came back empty handed. Although he was smart, clever, funny, and a good companion, the girls always went for the hunks.
Depressed and rejected, as usual, Michael started walking down the beach looking for shells (he found this sometimes was a good way to distract himself.) Skittering along the beach like a crab, Michael never looked up, so he never saw the old man coming. He plowed into him like a tank.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you up!" Michael was always the picture of manners.
"Oh, no, it's alright Michael. I understand." The kind old man smiled, his worn features breaking out into a grin. He had clearly once been handsome, but years had washed away the sculpted features. Still, he was pretty fit for a man of his advanced years, and he hopped up easily.
"How did you know my name?"
The man stopped for a second. "You see, Michael, I know all about you." When the boy stepped back, he redid his statement. "No, no, I haven't been following you! I would never hurt you. I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. My name is Juan. You don't need my last name, it is the same as yours. I am your uncle." Michael thought for a minute. His uncle? This man was the same man who had been a subject of mystery in his household for years? He was enthralled. "But I am keeping you. Here, I will let you go, I hope we keep in touch. Goodbye, Michael!"
"Goodbye...Uncle Juan."
The boy turned and walked away, not seeing the old man's lips moving. Juan thought, "Finally, the boy will have some luck with the ladies."
Michael stumbled and fell down, for no apparent reason. "Ow!" Then he saw his hand, stretched out in front of him.
It was bigger.
It wasn't huge, but it wasn't the same hand he'd had ten minutes ago, either. It was bigger. He felt his face. His hands touched light fuzz, and strong chin. His nipples were harder, his legs were longer. He felt even dizzier. "Ooowwww...AAAAH!" Pain shot through his body like a thousand needles, and he stumbled into the salty water, looking for some cure for the pain.
His mind was ablaze, as was his body. He looked down at his arms as they broadened and became tanned and muscled. His hands looked like they could palm two basketballs. His chest became harder, firmer. He saw his belly slowly become fit and trim. A two pack became a four pack, a four pack became a six pack, a six pack became an eight pack. He felt his face again. No more fuzz, hard, bristly stubble was in it's place. His face was sculpted, he could tell. His legs stretched and dark hair sprouted on them, and his screams of horror became deeper and more pleasured. He looked at his shoulders as they became wider and thicker, like his neck and strong, muscular thighs. His pecs and washboard abs stopped quivering, and his breathing became rhythmic again. The transformation was over.
Michael stumbled out of the wate, and looked at a mirror by the showers. Could that be him? He looked like he could be a Calvin Klein model. He ran his strong fingers over his manly face. He still had his hazel eyes, his long face. But he was handsome, incredibly gorgeous. Then he was snapped out of his pleasure when he saw another reflection - a beautiful brunette standing right beside him.
He grinned, revealing perfectly manicured pearly whites, and turned around. She smiled back. Their hands touched, his masculine ones touching hers, white and smooth. Their lips moved toward each other...
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