Something New (musc)
by wishboy
Happy Hour
Another Friday afternoon and I couldn’t wait to get out of work and meet my friend Justin for happy hour. Today had been especially rough, but most Fridays usually were. I had given up on trying to teach my students something new this afternoon as all of their thoughts drifted to the coming weekend. I have to admit, that’s were my thoughts went too. Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy teaching, but who doesn’t look forward to Friday nights and the weekend?
I packed up my papers that needed graded this weekend, grabbed my jacket, and made my way down the hall to the doors that led to the faculty parking lot. You could tell it was a Friday afternoon in the school. Most of the other staff was gone already, wasting no time in starting their weekends. I usually liked to stay for just a bit, trying to get caught up on things so that I wouldn’t have to worry about as much during my two days off. Planning to teach junior high science wasn’t hard, but sometimes grading essays and projects would take some time and I’d find myself falling behind with the grading rather quickly.
On the drive home to my apartment, I was thinking about what I wanted to do this weekend to relax. I mean, I’m only 26 and if you throw in the fact that I’m gay, I need to have some sort of social life! My friend Justin and I had made a routine out of Friday night happy hours. More often than not, he’d have his weekend booked with dates. I often wonder how a cute guy like him and an average guy like myself ever became friends. Not that I’m gross, but we’re just two very different guys physically. He’s about six feet tall with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a swimmer’s build. He was lucky to get good genetics that allow him to stay in shape with little effort, even at the age of 27. I, however, was not so blessed. I’m about five-nine myself, short brown hair and brown eyes with a – well, I guess you’d call my body “stocky”. I’m not fat, but I’ve gradually put on a few pounds as I’ve gotten older, especially around my mid-section, and hitting a recent high of about 175 pounds. I get so busy with work, that I often forget I have a gym membership that is burning a hole in my pocket and giving me nothing in return. Every so often I resolve that I am going to kick my butt into shape, but after going to the gym once or twice I lose my motivation. It happens, right?
When I got to my apartment I decided to take a quick shower. I wasn’t meeting Justin until six o’clock and the bar was right around the corner from my apartment, so that gave me nearly ninety minutes to freshen up and relax. As I was showering I couldn’t help but look at my body and start to think about what I was going to wear out that could make my body look better. I decided that I would wear my trusty black shirt, which always had a slimming effect on me with my favorite pair of jeans. After my shower, I finished getting ready and checked my email. By the time I got done replying to a few friends, I noticed it was almost six. I logged off my computer, grabbed my keys, and hurried out the door.
Justin was waiting for me in our usual spot at a table that was near the back of the bar. He liked to sit here because he could see the entire bar and watch all of the guys coming and going. He was still in his work clothes and he looked great sitting these in his shirt and tie, with a pair of pants that hugged his legs and ass just enough to show off his nice body.
“Hey Sean. So how was your Friday this week?,” he asked.
I took my eyes off of his lower half and replied, “Same old. Accomplished absolutely nothing this afternoon with my students, but I guess that’s typical. How was your day?”
“Oh, nothing special. Just another exciting day in the world of accounting!”, he laughed.
“What are you drinking tonight?” I asked as I eyed his drink.
“Some fruity martini the bartender made up for me. Try a sip, I think you’d like it,” as he handed me his glass.
“Yum! Yeah, I think I’ll get one,” I replied to the martini.
I went and bought my drink and then sat down with Justin to chat. He told me about his week, which I have to admit sounded pretty boring at work. I don’t understand much of what he does with money and numbers in accounting, but on the other side, he doesn’t understand why I enjoy teaching. We usually end up trading stories back and forth, trying to see who has the crazier job. I almost always win with a story about how one of my students did something outrageous, and Justin will just laugh at me, shake his head, and tell me that I’m crazy for wanting to be a teacher.
“So, you have big plans for the night?” I asked him in the hopes that maybe he was free and we could hang out later. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not looking for a date with him. We tried that a few years ago and we mutually agreed we are better as friends. Honestly, he’s become one of my best friends lately. Even though he has a busy life with work and dating other guys and being social, he still always makes time for me.
“Possibly. I’m suppose to meet this guy that I met online a week or so ago. Seems like a pretty decent guy. He’s in law school and really seems to have his crap together. Really hot too! I mean, I only saw a pic of his face, but it was very nice!”
“Ah, that sounds cool. You are such a player.”
“Oh hush,” he said as punched my knee. “We need to get you a boy Sean!”
“Ha! One of these days. Maybe I’ll be able to keep up with you,” I replied giving him a quick wink.
We both ordered another round of our delicious martinis, chatted more, and before we knew it the time was almost eight o’clock.
“Well Sean, I hate to run but I’m meeting Charlie for dinner at eight-thirty.”
“Oh, no problem. You go have fun with your new boy,” I said with mixed emotion. A hint of jealousy in my voice mixed with some happiness that Justin was most likely going to have a fun night. It was so easy for him to meet guys.
“Thanks, I’ll try,” he said as he leaned over and gave me a hug before standing up. “Maybe we can hang out on Sunday? See a movie or grab some coffee? I don’t think I have anything planned.”
“Sure. Sounds good,” I replied as I watched him walk out, getting plenty of stares on his way.
Ryan
I sat there for a few more minutes looking around at all the guys before I decided to drag myself out. I walked out of the bar, pretending that all eyes were watching me as they had done to Justin, but knowing that was just my fantasy. “Who are you kidding Sean?” I said to myself. I went back to my apartment and after kicking off my shoes decided to sit down at my computer again. I began just surfing around, looking for nothing in particular, but soon found myself on a gay site checking out profiles of different guys in my area. I think every gay man knows how that goes. Before long the boredom was setting in even more and I logged into the chat room on the website. Most of the guys were typing really crude things to each other in the room or searching for someone to have sex with. I can’t even count how many times the words “horny”, “blowjob” or “anal” popped up on the screen. Yuck. I mean, I’m desperate, but not so much that I would just hook up with one of these guys that has a vocabulary limited to only sex words. As I was moving the arrow on my screen to the “logout” button, a private message popped up on my screen.
“Hey there. a/s?”
Oh geeze, another one of these guys. Maybe I’ll humor him.
“26/m” I replied.
“Cool. Tell me about yourself.”
“I’m 5’9’’, 175, a little extra weight. Brown hair and eyes. U?”
“5’11 and 195 here…muscular…31…light brown hair, green eyes. You sound perfect btw.”
Guys will say anything to get some! “Oh? Perfect?” Ha.
“Yeah, so tell me more about yourself…”
Our conversation quickly went from what I thought was going to be only about a hook-up to something a little deeper. I learned that his name was Ryan, he was a nurse at a local hospital, and like sports. He had a soft spot for teachers because his mom had been a third grade teacher for many years. Before I realized it, it was almost ten thirty and we had been chatting for nearly two hours!
“Wow, time flew by tonight.” I typed.
“Sure did. Going out tonight?” he asked.
“Nah, just going to relax at home I think. Maybe watch a movie and then bed.”
“I see. Say, you wouldn’t want to hang out. Maybe watch a movie together?”
Wow. I wasn’t sure what to say. Part of me was thinking he might be a serial killer for all I knew, but after the chat I had a decent feeling about him. Plus, it might be interesting to see if he was as hot as his description was. I hid nothing from him, so he knew that I would just be an average type guy. And he still wanted to meet me? I felt a bit anxious, but then I gave in.
“Sure, why not?”
“Ha ha. You took awhile with that reply. Don’t be nervous about it!”
“Ok. If you say so…”
“LOL”
Against my better judgment, I gave him my address and waited. It only took him about 15 minutes to get to my place. There was a knock at the door and all of the butterflies I had after he first asked me to hang out returned, only this time they were much stronger. I hurried to the door. I didn’t want him thinking I was nervous! I slowly opened the door and before me stood one of the most perfect guys I’ve ever seen. Justin looked like crap compared to this guy!
“Uh, hey” I fumbled to get the words out.
“Hey Sean. Nice to meet you,” he greeted me as he extended his hand.
“You too,” I replied as I reached out and took his hand.
“Great location you have here. Right near all the fun stuff in town. Bars, clubs, shopping. I’m jealous.”
Jealous of me? I laughed to myself thinking of what he said. I was jealous of him. His hair was perfect. When the light hit it just right, it looked like it had gold in it. His eyes were wide and deep. And I probably shouldn’t even start on his body. He was tall, yet not too tall. His t-shirt was tight and hugged his pecs perfectly. The sleeves were short and barely covered his thick biceps. His stomach looked flat, but with the t-shirt on I couldn’t tell if there was a washboard there. I’d be willing to bet there was. His jeans were snug and showed off his muscular legs perfectly. Almost like I remember how Justin’s did earlier tonight.
“So, come on in,” I seemed to struggle to get the words out.
His lips curved into a smile as he sensed my nervousness.
“Have a seat,” I offered. “Hungry? Want something to drink?”
“No thanks Sean. I’m good right now.”
“Ok. Any movie ideas?”
“Well, what do you have?”
“Good question,” I laughed. “I don’t really have a lot of movies.”
Ryan’s lips curved into that sly smile again.
“Maybe we can find something on T.V. first. If not, then we can go through my limited collection of movies.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he laughed.
We flipped through the channels for what seemed like an eternity, unable to find anything that seemed interesting to both of us. We settled on some comedy show that I could sense neither of us was crazy about, but it was better than nothing. Just as I was adjusting myself to get comfortable on the couch (opposite side from Ryan), he looked over and smiled.
“Could I get something to drink? Got thirsty all of a sudden.”
“Sure thing,” I said as I started to get back up.
“No, you can stay here. The least I can do for letting me come over tonight.”
“Oh. Thanks,” I grinned at him. “I have some diet soda and milk in the fridge. I think there might be a few bottles of beer too, if that interests you. I think there’s some lemonade in there too that I made last week. Should still be good.”
“That sounds great. Where are your glasses?”
“The cupboard up and to the right of the sink.”
“Be right back,” he smiled as he walked past me into the kitchen.
He was taking a little while, so I figured I better offer some help. “You ok in there?”
“Yep. Just looking for the cups, but I found them.”
There was something about his voice that was very soothing. Even it seemed to be perfect. Why was a guy like this hanging out with a stranger like me? I quickly caught a glimpse of his wallet sitting on the end table. I realized he must have been carrying it because his jeans were too tight to accommodate it. I leaned over and opened it up. I wasn’t going to steal from him. I was just looking for any clues to get to know him better. I opened it up and looked at the first thing I could find. His drivers license. I knew I only had a few seconds so I wouldn’t be caught. I looked at the picture expecting to see the god that was standing in my kitchen now. Instead I saw a picture of a rather big guy with glasses. Male. Height five feet, eleven inches. Green eyes. Brown hair. Weight 280. 280? This is weird I thought. Everything matched except for the picture and the noted weight. I snapped it shut before he came in the room, almost ready to scratch my head. Maybe he used to be bigger and lost a lot of weight. I should have checked when he had the license renewed! If it was a few years ago, then he’s been working out very hard.
Lemonade
“Everything ok?” I heard Ryan ask as he walked back in the room.
“Sure,” I said trying not to sound like I was up to something.
“Here you go,” he handed me a cool glass of lemonade.
“Thanks.”
“To our new friendship. Cheers!” he said as he held up his glass to me. I thought it was still a bit early to be calling what we had a friendship, but I smiled and raised my glass in return. I took a sip and my face must have given away the sour taste I experienced.
“Not good?” Ryan laughed as he watched me.
“No, it’s ok I think. Maybe just getting a little old.”
Ryan took a sip of his. “Tastes great to me.”
“Well, that’s all that matters then,” I said as I smiled back to him.
We watched the television for about fifteen minutes in silence. I tried to catch some glimpses of him from the corner of my eye, but it was hard to not look too obvious. I swear I caught him doing the same a few times, but I just told myself he was only wondering why I kept looking at him. Finally he broke the silence.
“Thanks again for letting me come over. I was pretty bored at home and I just like to be around people. Even if it’s something low-key like this.”
“I understand, and it’s no problem. I’m glad I have some company tonight.”
“Bathroom?” he grinned.
“First door on the left,” I pointed down the hallway.
“Thanks. Be right back.”
I chugged down the rest of my sour lemonade while Ryan was in the bathroom. I secretly was wishing I could sneak in there and peek at him. I bet every inch of him was perfect. I heard the toilet flush and Ryan returned to the couch with me.
“So, you lived here long?” he asked.
“Just about a year.”
“That’s cool. Seems like you have a pretty good life,” he shot me that sly grin again.
“I suppose so.”
“Suppose?” he laughed at me. “I’d say you have everything together.”
“Well, I guess there are always things you’d want to change.”
“Oh? Such as?” he gave me a very serious look.
“I don’t know. I mean I have a decent job. Nice apartment. Good friends and family. But, well…just look at me. I’m not nearly the perfect specimen that you are.”
I expected Ryan to start laughing at my response. Instead his look intensified and I could feel his eyes looking into me.
“I could stand to lose a few pound and start working out more,” I tried to break his intense stare with a light comment. All I got from him was another small grin.
“Do something for me,” he said in his calm, soothing voice.
“Sure,” I replied not even caring what he might ask.
“Close your eyes Sean. Just clear your head.”
I could feel myself getting nervous, but part of me felt like I had to obey. I did as he instructed. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. I just listened to Ryan’s voice.
“Picture what you would change about yourself. Let your mind be it.”
What harm could it do I figured? Maybe some new age, positive thinking would help me start to realize my potential and help me get my butt back to the gym. Besides, Ryan didn’t have to know what my perfect body would look like. I just went with the feeling and relaxed myself. It felt like a long time, but in reality it was just minutes before I heard Ryan talk again.
“Feeling okay Sean?” he asked. His voice seemed less soothing, but still nice.
“Yeah, fine. Guess I relaxed a little too much there,” I tried to brush off my awkwardness with a weak laugh.
“Nah, a little relaxation will do you good.”
“I suppose,” I replied as I smiled at him.
“You’ll feel like a new man in no time Sean.”
An odd comment I thought, but I just continued smiling. Ryan seemed more fixated on me now than he had all night. Well, except for those deep stares a few minutes ago. This look was different though. Like he was waiting for something he didn’t want to miss. I was flattered he was looking at me so much, but I began to get a little worried. Suddenly I was hit with an odd feeling in my stomach. I felt a little nauseous and the dizzying feeling spread throughout my body. I saw Ryan’s eyes widen with excitement; the green color in them becoming more radiant, if possible. Then it all began.
Changes
Ryan’s smile became wider and wider as he noticed the changes. I myself hadn’t really become aware of anything until I felt my shirt shrink across my chest. I looked down with worry.
“Is my shirt…shrinking?”
Ryan just laughed at me. I grabbed what was two soft mounds on my chest which now seemed to be getting harder and lifting up. At the same time I noticed my shirt was pulling tight on my shoulders as they seemed to be growing wider. I leaned over and looked down towards my stomach. My belly which was usually sticking out and pressed against my shirt was deflating. As my shirt pulled tighter across my torso, it loosened around my mid-section. Without even thinking, I gave my upper body a flex tightening all my muscles. I suddenly realized my arms had some new strength as I watched my biceps bubble up into thick mounds of rock. The sleeves on my shirt stretching more and more until finally I heard the sound of fabric ripping and my biceps emerged more than twice the size they were a few minutes ago.
“What the hell is going on?” I yelled at Ryan in a panicked voice.
He just continued to laughed, “This is awesome!”
The buttons on my shirt started pulling tighter and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before they busted open. I was right. They popped off one by one in a sequence down from the top. Exposing my neck and then the newly formed cleavage between my pecs. I realized my shirt was going to be completely destroyed, so I took matters into my own hands. Literally. I grabbed the unbuttoned part and with all the new strength that filled my pumped up biceps, I ripped my shirt open. The black material had been hiding what was really underneath because my chest looked like chiseled rock and my belly as rippled into a six-pack, on the verge of an eight-pack.
With all the changes on my upper body I hadn’t noticed what was happening down below. My socks were straining as toes started to tear through them. My jeans were hugging my tights so tight that it should have been hurting me. I felt the rear of my jeans hugging my butt so tight. I tried to turn around to see how things were looking in the rear when I noticed that my ass had become more muscular and was looking like a nice round bubble butt that I had always admired on other guys. I smiled at Ryan, not sure what else to do. I turned my back to him and then slowly began to bend over. He couldn’t see the giant smirk I had on my face. With a rip whose sound filled the room, my jeans split across my ass and busted wide open. After the rip, all I could hear a giddy laugh from Ryan.
“You liked that, huh?” I asked him trying to play along that this was normal.
“You have no idea Sean!” he replied, looking like a little boy who just bought a new toy.
The seams on my pants were starting to strain and I could feel skin becoming exposed to the air. I looked down and flexed my legs, helping the jeans to rip open more quickly. In no time at all, my jeans were ripped and hanging off of me from the waist, exposing my huge thighs and massive calves. I must have looked like the hulk. My white briefs were the only thing still not ripped, but they were tight. My eyes felt like they popped out when I noticed that the growth had hit all part of me. I gave my crotch a quick rub before looking back at Ryan. He was sitting on the edge of the couch with a look of pride mixed with excitement on his face as he inspected me.
The Secret
“Wow, this is not what I expected,” he finally said.
“Expected?” I questioned him.
“Yes. I mean, mine was awesome, but yours…wow!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your transformation of course!” he said like I was crazy for not understanding.
“You think I’ve always looked this way?” He flexed his biceps at me.
“Now that you mention it. Is that you on your license?”
“Huh? Did you peek at my wallet?”
“Oh. Yeah, sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed. “I guess you know the old me then.”
“You really used to look like that picture?” I asked shocked.
“Of course. Until I was introduced to that incredible stuff.” He pointed at my empty glass of lemonade.
“Wait. Did you put something in my drink?”
“I did. I apologize, but I think you’ll thank me.”
“You turned me into a freak!” I yelled as I felt my muscles tense and my pecs bounce in an unexpected flex.
“You’re not a freak Sean! It’s just a new version of the old you.”
“How did you do this?” I forgot that I was standing there in only a pair of shredded jeans and white briefs.
“Well, the stuff I put in your drink is a substance that I myself stumbled on.
Ryan went on to explain the story of his little secret. He said that a few months ago he had a patient in the hospital who was so thankful for helping him that he shared this little secret with him. Ryan said that the man was pretty big and strong, but had been hurt pretty badly in a car accident. Ryan was his assigned nurse during his stay in the hospital. Before the man was discharged, he asked Ryan to meet him for a drink as a way to say thank you. He agreed and a few days later they met up and the man had put the secret substance in his drink. Before the night was over, Ryan and lost nearly one hundred pounds and firmed up all over. I just sat there stunned, not sure what to say. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be angry with him or thankful that he had given me this gift.
“So this stuff is like a steroid?” I asked.
“Not exactly. It somehow is able to work with your brain to take your thoughts and desires and on a biological level, change your body into what you want.”
I looked at myself and blushed.
“Sean, don’t be embarrassed. You apparently just had big ideas for yourself.” He laughed. “Besides, you look amazing.” Ryan stood up and for the first time I noticed that I had grown taller than him.
“Woah. I got taller too!”
“I see that,” he grinned at me.
“I’m a little taller than you, so that must make me around six-two. I wonder what I weigh?” I turned and headed toward the scale in my bathroom. My new size took a moment to adjust to as I was wobbled down the hallway. I ripped off the remains of my jeans, feeling no shame in wearing just my undies. I stepped on the scale and watched the dial spin and bouncing wildly with all my new weight. It began to settle. 250.
“Two-fifty!” I yelled out to Sean.
“Nice man,” I heard him reply.
I strutted back out to the living room. It was easier to move now with the jeans removed completely, but the briefs were still hugging me very tightly and left nothing to the imagination.
“What size are those?” Ryan asked pointing down toward my underwear.
“Um, medium.”
“Yeah, we’ll need to get you some new clothes Mr. Man,” he began laughing.
“I would agree,” I responded with a big smile.
“One question Ryan.”
“Yes?”
“Why did you choose to do this to me?”
“I’ll be honest,” he began as his laugh stopped and he smiled widely, “You were chosen completely randomly. I had tried to get a few friends to try this stuff, but they never believed me and rather than have them think I’m crazy, I just didn’t push it. I thought about sneaking it in one of their drinks, like what happened with you and me, but I worried about the aftermath. I thought that maybe if I picked a stranger I wouldn’t feel so bad. Then I had the idea to find someone in the chat room. From the way you talked and your description of yourself, I thought maybe you’d actually want this. When I got here, I began to have doubts that what I was doing was wrong. But then I felt that I just had to go through with it and try it. I’d say I made a good decision.”
He gave me a smile and look that made me melt. Even though I was now much bigger than him, I still thought he was a god. He walked over to me and put a hand on my chest, feeling the hardness of my new pecs. I gave a little flex to tease him and then our eyes locked on each other. For the first time in my life I could feel myself bending down to kiss someone. A moment later our lips met and I wrapped my massive arms around him. Getting lost in the moment, I picked Ryan up in my arms and carried him into my bedroom. Somehow I knew that this weekend was going to be something unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was going to be something new.
END