I originally wrote this over at the Male Transformation Blog as part of Sean’s Caption This posts, using the photo as the prompt. Here at Lost Frequencies I've got in the Shapeshift category only because there isn't a Transformation one.
-El Fantasmo
“Man, I’ve been working out HARD for more than a year, and what do I have to show for it?” I squawked.
Dave shook his head at me. “Dude, you’ve lost 40 pounds of grease and have two new inches on your biceps, what the fuck do you THINK you should have to show for it?” He snickered at me - he’d been a fitness buff for years, and was happy with being fit.
I wanted BULK. I wanted to be HUGE.
“More than this,” I sulked.
“Mark, Bro, you have got to have more realistic expectations of yourself and the regimen you’re on, it’s - “
“ - not magic, I know, you’ve only said it like every fuckin’ day, man.” There was bitterness in my voice, bitterness Dave didn’t deserve.
Dave stood up, disgusted. “DAMN you’re salty. Take your shitty attitude and beat someone else over the head with it, I’m out.” Dave stalked toward the showers.
I called after him. “Dave, hey, I - “
Dave flipped me off and kept walking.
I spent about one second feeling bad, and then I got furiously angry. Dave had promised me this would work, PROMISED me!
I smashed my fist into my locker, and damn near broke two fingers. The pain stoked my rage and wrung some especially foul language from my mouth.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth? DAMN, son.” Seth’s voice dripped with mocking amusement.
“The fuck did you crawl out from, Seth?” I barked. The SOB always seemed to be around when I was the most pissed.
Seth snapped his fingers and we were suddenly in a dark place, a silent place. A place that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of feeding my anger and my desires. For some reason, I wasn’t scared, or amazed, or confused - it was like that was all being suppressed.
“Your anger called me, Mark. Your lust for more power, for bigger muscles, for a more attractive body. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
The sound of his voice combined with the nature of this place further focused my desire, my NEED.
“Get to the point, shithead!” I growled.
“OK,” Seth oozed, and threw a baseball cap to me. “Think of that as a volume knob. Bill forward is zero, the further you spin the bill to the right, the higher the number. It’s what you want, Big Mark, and all it costs is - “
“It don’t cost me NOTHING, you already gave it to me!”
I put the hat on my head with a smirk of triumph, and twisted it around toward my ear. I felt a surge of strength flow through me. My muscles grew, the expansion feeling more like an erection in my muscles than growth. Speaking of erections, my cock also grew and was hard as steel.
Seth shook his head at me, but maintained the wicked grin that had grown on his face. The grin continued to spread unnaturally across his face until it nearly split his skull. “You accepted the terms when you out the hat on, mortal fool. Enjoy, but don’t cry to me for instructions when you fuck yourself up.”
I found myself back in the locker room, no time seemed to have passed, but the hat was on my head and I was still feeling waves of the changes bounce through my flesh. A smile spread across my face, and I walked to the mirror.
“That’s what I want to show for it, you smug prick,” I sneered as I looked over myself. A flex of my arm. A turn of my torso. The view was amazing, and I was still as erect as the Eiffel Tower.
The more I looked myself over, the hornier I got.
I felt the hat snug itself down a little more on my head. I wanted - I WANTED. I NEEDED.
Dave found me practically snarling into the mirror, breathing heavily, my eyes drawn as if by magnets to my own reflection.
His eyes bugged out in terror. “Mark, no - NO! Take that thing off! It will - “
I spun around, and backhanded Dave away from me. That smug, sanctimonious bastard!
“NO!” I roared. “Your way was slow, and stupid! This is the me I want!”
I picked Dave up by the front of his shirt - barely. I wasn’t strong enough! He was still dazed from the backhand, so I dropped him and turned the hat another 1/8th turn or so.
The feeling was nearly orgasmic - POWER streamed into every fiber of my being. My muscles became MORE - of whatever they were. I was strong, and nothing cold take that away.
I grabbed Dave again and hoisted him up with my new strength. “See? This - THIS is what I want!”
Dave managed to croak, “Seth’s way is bad news! Don’t leave that thing on, take it off or it will - “
I wasn’t interested in listening, I just threw Dave against the wall and turned around to leave.
As I was grabbing my stuff, I heard him again. “The longer you stay that way, the less choice you’ll have!”
“Fuck you!” I tossed over my now massive shoulder as I left.
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I got home barely in time - I couldn’t contain myself any more, I was so goddamn horny. I went straight to my bedroom, threw my gym bag against the wall, and flopped down on my bed to jerk off.
Once it was free from my pants, I got a good look at my improved member - the sight of it drove me crazy! My gigantic hands wrapped around it, and in no time I had wrenched an orgasm out of my new flesh.
I realized I had dozed off, and when I woke up it was hard to move. I looked down at myself - the pants still off and the mess of sex still everywhere. I was GIGANTIC. My muscles were so large they limited my movement.
I managed to roll out of bed and get my feet under me, so I could get to a mirror. In the thrashing around of jerking off, the hat had gotten turned almost all the way around, and had turned me up to a ridiculous size.
I smiled at myself, knowing I was in total control, and went to turn the hat back down to something more manageable.
Only I couldn’t raise my arms up to adjust the hat. My shoulder and muscles were so huge I couldn’t get them past a 90 degree angle. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t adjust the hat.
I tried taking my shirt off to knock the hat off with it. No dice - all it did was dial me up another notch. The feeling was amazing, but at the same time scary - it MADE me want, to need. I didn’t have a choice. My cock was raging at me for more pleasure, and it was so hard I could barely feel my hands on it without using my full strength to masturbate. And that session turned me up even more.
I felt like I could bench press a city bus, but I couldn’t tie my own shoes or put on pants - or reach my head.
With that realization, the hat snugged itself down again, making me WANT more, NEED more.
“This isn’t what I wanted!” I wailed.
Then I heard Seth’s voice from behind me. “It’s what you asked for, and now it’s what you’ve got. For the low, low price of your soul, I’ll turn you back down to a reasonable level - once. What do you say?”
So now I’m as you see me in the pic - huge, and forever enslaved to my own impatient desires. I can get laid any time I want, but it’s never enough. The hat makes me want to be bigger and stronger all the time, and at some point, I know I won’t be able to resist it.
What the fuck will I be able to offer Seth when that happens?
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