You Got Male
by Tattcub
Part 1
Simon walked through the halls of the University. Seven years he'd worked there as an admin assistant and still hadn't moved on or up in his life. Not with his job, not with his body, and certainly not with his sex life.
'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'I've got to get over this crap. I'm a nice guy. Mousey, yes. Skinny? Shit yes. And gay... BIG TIME.'
Not that he was ashamed of it, far from it. Simon just wished for once he could be a little like the big dumbass jocks who were all over the campus, especially at this time of year when shorts and wifebeaters seemed to be the 'in' thing...
He sighed to himself and took his glasses off to polish them. He then made his way back to the desk in the office he shared with three other admins. (All girls sadly, and none of them cute.) He looked at his PC to find a message blinking on his desktop. "You got Male," it said.
Intrigued, he clicked on the message and a programme popped out. "Cool," Simon said to no one in particular since he was alone as he studied the programme. There were menus for all types of physical ideals there... also for hair, eyes, clothing etc. 'Wow', he thought, 'one for lifestyle, gender (he chuckled at that) and even IQ. Hmmm, where to begin?'
As he pressed for the first menu he noticed his mouse was a bit hard to click... a bit sticky... but he pulled the first menu down: Physical. The list was... body types: overweight, couch potato, walker, jogger, athlete, jock, football player, bodybuilder. 'Hmmm no brainer... Bodybuilder...' (I mean which gay guy hasn't had those fantasies, right?)
The screen flashed, and then said, "Selection confirmed."
He then went to the next menu and chose the trendy haircut that he'd seen so many guys with. The picture began to change... slowly, first morphing his body on the screen into that of a 202 class bodybuilder... still very pale, and now with his new blond haircut. Simon laughed at how funny he looked with the hair and body and his geeky glasses and face. That was next on the list.
"Okay." So he’d played with all the dropdowns and had seen his pictures swell so he looked a bit liked a cross between Ryan Reynolds crossed with Chris Hemsworth with a lot of Flex Lewis thrown in for good measure. (Definite all fantasy figures here.)
The last menu was for rendering, and it gave various options. He chose real time and wanted it to take a few days just so he could live out the fantasy a little by little by being able to check in on the page and see how his fantasy self was coming along.
It was making him quite hot ,and he knew this was going to fuel a few fantasies when he was alone at home later with his own pc. He pressed the Enter key.
*** Transmitting data ***
*** Are you sure you want to make these changes permanent Y/N?
"Y," he entered. (Well d’uh.) He chuckled, admiring the fact that whoever wrote the page was taking it so seriously.
*** Permanent changes will take at least 24 hours ***
*** Constructing reality matrix ***
***
23.59.50...
The clock on the screen began to countdown. Simon chuckled to himself. He closed the programme and decided to get on with his work, only to find out that he just couldn't concentrate. Kept on getting distracted by the simplest of things like his mind kept drifting off. He felt a little sore. He wondered if he was getting sick from something. He decided to call it quits and leave early. It was Friday anyhow, and he'd often covered for the girls vefore. He waved goodbye as he headed out to the car park. He got to his car and fumbled the keys into the lock, almost dropping them. He felt like he was wearing thick gloves. His hands felt stiff.
Yeah, he was definitely coming down with something...
Part 2
Simon pulled his car into the garage and set the door to close. 'Great,' he thought. 'The weekend is here, and I'm coming down with the flu.'
His hands still felt clumsy, and the pain in his muscles seemed to be throbbing, like the dull ache one would get from a fever of even a little like when a muscle got overstretched from working out. He sorta smiled at that thought. The only workout he'd ever be near was on that daft programme he'd been playing with earlier. At that reminder he went and sat at his own PC and started his browser. Finding the programme's link, he went back in to check on his other body.
It was growing. The countdown now said 22.35.10 and was clicking down merrily. He loved how the new shape was working on his picture. He could almost see himself as the sexy muscle guy on the screen, The blond hair, green eyes, big muscles and porn star dick were all beginning to turn him on. He felt himself get hard, his dick lengthening to its usual 6 or was it 7 inches. It was easy to exaggerate when one was only fooling oneself. He was really horny now and started to wank himself off to the picture on the screen. The pain in his hands spreading to his forearms and higher up towards his shoulders. It was still a dull ache, but to be honest, he could handle that. He was so amazed at that picture of himself.
It didn't take long to him to come, and he came hard in the best orgasm he could remember. He was so horny after that he even licked the cum off his hands, his 8-inch cock feeling heavy in his hands, and he hadn't even noticed the extra inch. His hands felt a little rough now and were looking sort of blocky like he'd been working hard with them. Calluses were forming on the palms. and the muscle on his hand were beginning to thicken and bunch up.
He took a shower and noticed that where his hands and arms hand been cramping up his veins were sticking out. On the back of his hands and on his forearms, they were really pronounced and thick. The heat and soreness had continued onto his shoulders and chest. He finished his shower and fell onto the bed, too tired to even dry himself properly, and within moments, he was asleep.
And it seemed like moments had passed since he went to bed when he woke up the next morning. Simon turned over and stretched. The stiffness from the night before seemed to have eased. He must've caught a 24 hr bug or something like it.
'Cool,' he thought. The stiffness reminded him of a gym ache, the kind that felt like from doing too many reps. He smiled... yeah, like he'd done any reps at all. Or had he? He shook his head still a little fuzzy from sleep. He flexed his hands and noticed his forearms. Nice and thick and vascular as fuck. He put his hands behind his back and stretched flexing and stretching out a little.
'Wow that must've been some work out.' He caught sight of his blond hair in the mirror, and it made him pause. Blond? Oh yeah blond, and slightly dirty in a way that made his green eyes look better. His arms looked great too, and as his gaze travelled down from his face he took in the rest of his now 6-foot-2 body.
His face had a square-jawed look to it he'd never really noticed before, and the chin had a slight dimple. The nose was slightly off-centre as if it had once been broken, and his firm chin was covered in a couple of days slightly red/blond stubble. He smiled catching sight of his white teeth. Had he had them done recently?
His neck was thick and firm set on top of a pair of hard mounded traps. One with a set of veins cutting through them. His delts were thick and sat on top of his pecs like an oak beam support. A wide set of beautiful lats pushed his 19 inch arms away from his body and stand out. The pecs were big, but not massive. They complemented his perfect set of 8-pack abs that were separated as if to a sculptor's design. His waist must've been about 30 inches, allowing a fantastic V formation to appear between his shoulders and his waist. His legs were an anatomy student's wet dream. Thick, carved and cut almost out of marble. To top all this off, he had perfect diamond calves that glowed, like the rest of his body with a perfect healthy golden brown tan. His vascularity was amazing everywhere he looked he could almost see the blood pumping through his skin.
He heard a beep from the computer and he glanced over puzzled. He didn't remember turning it on and wasn't sure why he had a machine like that in the first place. Not really his style.
On the screen was a picture of him, naked. 'What the fuck...?' He read the screen, almost mouthing along as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. 'Oh I see,' he thought. Must be some muscle programme for personal trainers and stuff. 'Cool.' And he then saw that there was a flashing box.
*** Transmission of new date finished
*** Do you wish to continue to Overdrive menu? Y/N?
Part 3
Simon thought for a moment. He didn't really have time he had to work... to work ? Oh yeah, to work out at the University Gym.
He looked at the Y button. 'Hehe,' he thought. Was only a programme. What harm could it do right ? It'd be cool to see himself bigger. He'd like that. He clicked Y...
*** You have chosen Overdrive phase. ***
***
Please note all previous choices will be enhanced and exaggerated.
***
Are you sure Y/N ?
Simon thought for a sec. (Some part of the real him was still there and remembered all the choices he'd made last night. Sex drive muscle lifestyle and shit... IQ. The old Simon screamed inside the void of his new personality.)
'Cool. I always wanted to be a big dude and see what it would look like.' The outline on the screen pulsed with a silvery light as he hit the Y key. The light poured from the screen, bathing him in white light. Pulse after pulse after pulse. Almost like the machine itself was cumming.
Si felt amazing. His rod started to stiffen up, and he automatically start to fondle himself playing with the 10-inch fuck monster that was Coke-can thick and freaked out all the other dudes at school. He smiled... school. He couldn't understand why he was still there. They'd told him that he had to stay back. That was cool though. He managed to get into the weight room more that way.
The white light faded and left him standing there playing with his dick. Nearly there. His hands looks thick and hard the calluses of years of hardcore lifting left them rough and overly muscled. His forearms were beyond human. Massive, thick and ripped to fuck. Corded veins running through them.
His bis and tris were the shit. The 'ceps were high and peaked with beautiful veins bisecting them. He smiled to himself still wanking off loving the way his arms flexed when they went up and down his pole. He leant over and licked one. That was hot.
His shoulders and were ridiculous. Massive delts of godlike proportions although Si now wouldn't think of those words. To him they were fuckin' huge man. His heavy pecs were so large the nipples pointed down towards his almost cartoon small waist. His lats were gigantic and he caught sight of them in the mirror. He paused to bring his hands off his dick and behind his back. Following his thumbs along his hips, he brought them forwards, bringing his lats out in all their monstrous glory. Si gasped and began to come. He wasn't even touching his 10 inch...no, wait... his 12 inch beast. Ropes of cum spewed from his cock onto the floor and his massive quads. They were shredded pillars of granite and his calves just made him hard again as he twisted his body to check out the beauty of them. Everywhere he looked there was golden, shredded... massive veiny muscle.
The 320-lb. musclebeast looked at himself in the mirror and smiled dimly. He had the green eyes and handsome face he'd chosen but the extra muscle made his neck appear to so thick his head seemed smaller especially with the huge vein covered traps that seemed to flare up and almost want to engulf his head.
He was so fucking hot dude. What was he doing again ? Oh yeah, the computer. He'd just finished a show hadn't he...?
The screen had a message.
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