Martin looked down at his phone screen to see a notification of a new message. He could see from the short snapshot of it, that it was nothing more than a spam message. He opened it up to see what rubbish it was, so he could block the account immediately. As he brought up the message though, his eyes were glued to a pic of a half-naked guy smirking right at him. His small chubby cock popped up at the sight of the guy. He stared at him before reading the message;
“Broski, The world is in desperate need of Brosephs to help fight the nerds and whiny fucks in our society. Open the app and sign up to help us take back society from those dweebs”
Martin was perplexed, the message was loaded, but didn’t seem like a conservative or republican message. His mind told him this was just a scam or a virus, but his dick knew that whatever page it took him to, there would be more hot bro’s to look at. Gulping down his fear, Martin tapped the link and opened the page. The page however had nothing on it, just a black screen. Martin looked at it for a second, before seeing a notification that an app was downloading, this must’ve been the virus. He tried to escape the link and stop the download, but his phone was frozen. He sighed, realizing he had fallen for some simple bait.
But before he put his phone down, a loading image appeared. It was a blue light at the centre of the screen with an outline of some cartoonishly bulky character. As the loading finishes, he watches as the app begins going through his images, mostly selfies but also taking memes and other things he found. Martin was horrified at the possibilities of what this virus could do with that, but then as he thought it couldn’t get worse, the app began rummaging through his messages, across multiple apps. His Instagram, Snapchat, WhatsApp, messenger and anything else he used, nothing was safe.
His mind raced about thinking of the worst possible situations this app was going to put him in. The app was beginning to lump all the data together, creating a profile of who he was. Confusion swept through Martin. A picture of Martin abruptly formed on the screen, surrounded by text boxes with aspects of his life, personality, memories, interests and body features. What was it doing?
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Martin gazed in amazement at the sight before him. However, before he could react, his phone began to vibrate, sending shockwaves down his arms and immobilizing him.
His abdomen tightened and tensed, his previously soft stomach rippled with muscle into a chiselled six-pack. His abs form a mesmerizing grid, each muscle defining itself more pronouncedly than before. Martin is now the epitome of physical fitness, his once-soft midsection now an iron shield.
Martin's chest and pectoral muscles undergo a profound metamorphosis, swelling in size as they become larger and fuller. They push outward with undeniable force. The fabric of his shirt rips apart like tissue paper, exposing boulder-like pecs that rise and fall with each breath, oozing raw masculinity. A shadowy valley forms between the two mounds of impressive strength.
Martin's calves and thighs began to expand gradually, muscles bulging and gaining definition. His once slender legs grew thicker and stronger with every passing moment.
His shoulders broaden, broadening his frame and giving him a more commanding presence. The undersized shirt strains against his expanding mass, pleading for mercy. His biceps that were once thin and weak bulged with power, filled with sculpted sinew beneath the skin, as veins snake their way across his forearms, pulsating with raw strength.
Martin was in shock at his transformation, what was happening to him? Why was it happening? But just as he thought it was over, the app continued its onslaught against him. The app zoomed in on his face, and he could feel tiny pinches happening all over it. His face began to swell in size, his cheeks and jaw becoming defined and narrow. Prickles of dark hair began to sprout all across his cheeks and jaw, coalescing into a chinstrap. His light brown eyes, deeping into darker brown, their gaze piercing the soul. The light shade to his mop of hair dimmed slowly into a brunette, the messy strands shrinking in size before gelling into a quiff of dark hairs and forming a douchey fauxhawk. His itchy sides shortened into a skin fade that accentuated his style.
Martin watched the avatar change and then looked at the mirror in his room. He would’ve gasped if he could. His face had changed completely, as had his body. He was turning into someone new. He wanted to cry, but in his paralyzed state, he couldn’t even do that. He could only watch.
“Flex…” Bright words shone on the screen, and as he saw them, his body obeyed. His arm flexed showing off his bicep, the veins bulging.
‘No please bro, I need this to stop’ he thought
Smile…” His eyes saw it and he tried to stop it, but the overwhelming strength of the app broke him. A grin, that wasn’t his, forced its way onto his face. Behind this smirking hunk was a screaming nerd, begging for salvation.
‘Oh fuck what's going brah, I need to get free of this pump, why the fuck am I talking like a broseph?!’ he thought panicked to himself, the typical gym bro language manifesting itself within him.
“Physical changes complete…
Mental changes beginning…”
Martin shrieked in his mind, he didn’t want his mind to change, what would be left of him?
In an instant, another shock went through him. The changes were quite abrupt to him. His IQ shot down, and his vocabulary took the brunt. His long and interesting words shrunk down to being grunts before evolving into bruhs, brahs, bros, before turning into complete typical gym rat speak.
“Fuck, bro! These gains are sick, gonna need a bigger pump later” He yelled suddenly, in a voice deeper than his own and spewing out his gym rat persona.
His interest in computers and all things nerd began to break apart. No matter how much he loved or was hyped for, he just found them boring now. Bit by bit, they were reduced until they were no more.
‘Nah, man! I'm all about computers, all about Star Trek, ya know? But somethin's just off, dude. Why ain't I findin' 'em fascinating? What's the deal, bro? Please, dude, I don't wanna transform into a full-on broski!’ he pleaded in his mind, his old vocabulary and speech vanished, replaced by the vulgar speech of a gym rat.
Yo bro, it was like BAM, new interests sparked, getting shredded at the gym every damn day, bumping that same old generic banger, and chugging protein shakes, became the holy grail of his existence. As a treat for his grind, he'd game a bit, nothing crazy, just some epic shooters like CoD to fire up his brain during those non-gym hours. And when the sun dipped low, you know the drill, he'd rage till he passed the F out with his broski crew. dude couldn't help but get hella pumped about a sick party, gettin' down on the dance floor, throwin' back some drinks, gettin' freaky in the sheets, and all them fine ladies around…
‘Yo, I gotta have those badass titties, fly ass chicks, and fine-ass bitches all over me freaking pronto, bruh!’ He thought as images of chicks with curves, big breasts and tight holes filled his mind.
‘bro, somethin' ain't sittin' right with me, 'cause I'm sure I’m gay… but damn, these girls, you know, them titties be bouncin' in my mind. Shit… babes… damn, I'm morphin' into a horny-ass straight broski.’
He tried to resist all of it but the app changed and a clip of some blonde bimbo appeared. His eyes were glued to her and big tits. His mind couldn’t do anything but think of her, his free hand sliding into his undies. He grabbed his member thinking about what he would do with her with his massive member. But it didn’t feel that big. A jolt went through him and his small chubby dick began engorging in size. His hand began jerking, his balls inflated and filled with new potent jock cum. He kept on jerking, with each one, he forgot any resistance and gave into his new persona. The cockiness enveloped him, he knew he looked good and so did everyone else, why fret or feel bad. He smothered himself in arrogance, the thoughts of how he could get any chick and how his arms were the biggest of all his broski’s.
“Fuck… I’m the shit… I’m M… Fuck what was my name?” he tried to think as well as jerk off.
“It starts with M, then A… then…?” His secondary thought paused while his main process fired on all cylinders looking at the screen. The app then displayed the name Max on the screen, and his brain clicked.
“M A X… That's fucking right, I’m Max!” he yelled arrogantly and as he did his dick slipped out from his underwear and unleashed a torrent of cum that soaked itself into his room, changing the very environment around him. His books transformed into a basketball, and his computer turned into a TV screen with an Xbox hooked up to it. His cooking bowls turned into tubs of protein powder, and smoothies into energy drinks. Posters of Star Trek and other nerdy franchises turned into hardcore workout posters or pics of topless babes. Max flexed to himself, before texting some chicks he could pick up later.
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