Monotony wasn't something you were bothered by. On the contrary, a life consisting mostly of repetition felt rather comfortable and safe. But, as it tends to happen, such environments do produce some longing to discover what the big wide somewhere could offer.
You had just arrived home after a busy day. Classes, internship, and office work. Even if your body wasn't exhausted, your brain certainly begged for some kind of rest. It had gotten to the extreme of seeing Excel columns and formulas any time you closed your eyes.
Some relaxation was in order, pronto.
Yet, not always we get what we want. Relaxation seemed to leave as soon as you entered. Since you had barely gotten inside when you saw them.
Brownies. On your kitchen counter. With a note next to it saying from which store it was: Mr. Hexum's pastry shop. And while you had ordered from said store, you didn't remember receiving the brownies themselves. So exactly why were they there, unpacked? You certainly hadn't done this. And there wasn't anyone else that could.
Right?
Getting closer you inspected the brownies. They smelled like chocolate. And something else, of which you couldn't really be precise about. Something so appealing, so mouth watering, you caught yourself drooling. Embarrassed, you cleaned the saliva with the back of your hand. Normally you weren't like this. You were disciplined! This was completely out of character.
Yet, this momentary setback hadn't diminished in any way your temptation. At all. You had already forgotten you were supposed to be wary of the brownies. If they were this appealing, obviously they couldn't be bad... Hopefully.
You took one. Eating it wouldn't hurt, right? There was nothing to be afraid of...
Never had you been so relaxed as when you tasted it. Sweet just in the perfect measure, with the slight hint of bitterness that balanced and enhanced the sweetness. And, there was something herbal about the aftertaste. Nothing invasive, it was so subtle missing it would be easy. But you had noticed it. It was the best part. It made everything feel even better, somehow.
Still, you couldn't figure why your brownies would have such an aftertaste, however. Alas! It was pleasant, so incredibly pleasant. You not only didn't mind it, but you enjoyed it quite a lot. Could it be your new favorite taste? Most likely, you thought.
"Maybe I should rest my eyes a bit," you said with a yawn, after finishing the first brownie. Four remained untouched.
Yet moving proved a lot of effort suddenly. So, slowly, laughing at nothing, staring at the distance as if there was something there worth anyone's attention, you basically floated until reaching your own bed.
You didn't remember falling asleep.
No alarm woke you up. On the contrary, you felt the sun all over your face. With a groan, you turned around, seeking the shade to continue sleeping. But then horror struck. The sun? No alarm? What had happened?
Your phone was on the nightstand. Missed alarms. Missed calls. It was 1 PM. Somehow you had slept through it all. You had missed all morning classes, and you barely had enough time to get to your internship. And that was if you got lucky on the drive there.
Running like a madman, while trying to convince yourself that missing a day of class wasn't the end of the world, you tried to get ready. Quickest shower you ever took; shaving in record time, somehow evading to cut yourself in the process; and then taking one of the suits you had prepared during the weekend.
Only that it didn't fit.
That was odd. You had stopped growing a while ago, and definitely you hadn't gain any significant weight lately. So how was this possible? Whatever the answer was, you took the suit off and tried another one. The same thing happened. You tried again, only to experience the same outcome.
With a deep breath, and with plenty of annoyance, you took off the third suit and tried to put on the same clothes as yesterday... And they didn't fit either.
Going to the full length mirror in your room, you realized why nothing was fitting. Over night, you had changed. Not much, not really that noticeable at first glance—explaining why you hadn't noticed until now —. But it was there.
You were taller. A few inches. Your shoulders were just slightly broader, your posture a few degrees straighter and cockier. The slim physique you were used to looked just a bit more filled out with muscle.
"What the...?" you asked, touching your face as you leaned towards your reflection.
Even your face was different. A bit more structured, broader. As if someone had injected you charisma overnight. It was like looking at an edited photo of yourself but in real time.
Then a text. You took your phone, still confused by all this weird changes you had no explanation for. The office where you did the internship gave you the day free. You didn't continue reading to see why.
Well... That's handy, isn't it? You thought, trembling as you sat in your bed. It didn't feel right, specially when you has missed your classes. Suddenly the world was upside down, and you didn't know what to do.
It seemed ridiculous to think you had ruined your life but... Why did it feel like that was the case? You just... Would have never done something like this. You didn't feel like yourself at all.
On the other hand... Maybe this wasn't so bad. You were pretty tired from doing so much work, barely stopping unless you had no choice but to. Wouldn't it be nice to just... Rest? Chill for today? It wasn't like you were going to throw your future to the trash because you had one free day to do nothing... Even if it felt that way.
Putting on something more comfortable—some exercising clothes that were too big for you yesterday, but now fit perfectly, that you had gotten on a unlucky online purchase—, you went to the kitchen. After your stomach rumbled, you took another brownie and ate it.
Somehow it tasted even better than yesterday. Probably because the herbal taste was even more intense. It was just so good. Made you feel so free and relaxed...
While this would have been a perfect opportunity to study, or try to help yourself with improving at work, there was an itch in you to do something entirely different. And so, you soon found yourself at the nearest gym. Something called you to it.
Before today you really hadn't worked out much. There was little need for it, and your time was already accounted for more important things. Studying, talking with teachers, your internship, networking... In a way, this was you reclaiming the freedom your had lost to your obligations. It wouldn't hurt to go to the gym, would it? It was healthy and all... Just a place to disconnect your brain and let your body do everything it needed to do...
A rest for the brain and a workout for the body. The opposite of your usual day, where you sat all day and used your mind endlessly.
It was already sunset when you remembered to check the time. You had worked out all afternoon. Completely covered in sweat, and somehow barely tired. It didn't make sense, you had used every machine the gym offered. For a novice you should be begging to go to bed. Yet, you felt you could continue going for hours.
Shaking your head, you decided to go to the showers. You took off your tank top, feeling the need to stupidly putting it over your head. Was it funny? Normally you would say no, yet now you couldn't help but chuckle... You never were this ridiculous. Always too self conscious. This was what freedom was all about, bro!
Something made you stop dead. Your reflection... It wasn't you. Well, it was, but it had changed so much compared to who you were yesterday...
Taller, hairier, more handsome. With clear muscle mass you certainly shouldn't have been able to produce on a singular day. There was still some essence of who you used to be, but it was barely there. Even you had trouble recognizing yourself.
I look good, damn... Despite knowing this was bad, that you should be panicking, your mind was as serene as a still lake. It was hard to be mad about this involuntary transformation when you were turning out so hot. Literally getting all the benefits of working out without the need of putting so much of the effort...
Why did you need to be so disciplined at everything? Why couldn't just relax a bit? Be free... Be free of all responsibilities? Be free of thinking all the time?
That wasn't right. You decided to stop marveling at your new reflection, and quickly ran to the showers. The stink from your sweaty body was intense, almost making you nauseous. How could you be so stinky? You never were before. This new body felt so different from your usual clean cut self...
Once naked, you wondered if you really needed to shower... Wouldn't it be nice to just go home like this? But you ignored the call of laziness, and got inside. Plus, wasn't this a great opportunity to explore this new physique?
You began looking down, while water fell over your head. Feet were bigger, wider. Enough to wonder why they weren't hurting while using your sneakers. Had they changed as well? It didn't really matter at the moment. You just hoped they would fit when you put them back on... Way more interesting were your calves. They were so well built. Clearly, you weren't missing leg day... Or whatever magic that was responsible for this wasn't missing it.
Being precise about the subject made your head ache. Whatever was causing this was way too complicated to understand it. It was better to ignore it and just accept it was happening. Logic wasn't there to help you, just make you put unnecessary effort you didn't want to make.
Your thighs were so beautifully thick. Mostly muscle. Quads rubbing each other any moment you moved your legs. It was strangely erotic. As if each thigh had became a lover's hand obsessed with the most intimate of caresses.
This new body felt so much more sexual. Like it was made to be fucked in a way your original self had never been...
Butt cheeks were also better than before, like your calves. They were ubbly, with enough fat to bounce, and with enough muscle to keep a firm shape. You now owned the type of ass that you had always adored on other men. An ass that you now got to worship any time you wanted... To grab any time you were alone. Maybe with a mirror behind you...
Sadly, your cock had remained the same, for the most part. Was it perhaps a little thicker? Or was it just wishful thinking? Truth was, you couldn't say for certain.
Eventually you left the gym. It was dark outside.
Back home you decided to eat another brownie. You knew you shouldn't, but they were so good... So relaxing... You hadn't eaten a proper meal all day. And brownies weren't a good way of maintaining your new muscles.
Now there was only two brownies left.
But cooking... That felt like too much work. So, as you ate the brownie, you ordered some take out. Booting up a game on your otherwise work only laptop while you waited. It was your free day! And you hadn't played in so long...
Pizza aarrived later. After paying you immediately got to eat, your hands all greasy as you continued playing the game. You weren't good at it. Both from a lack of practice and skill. Your brain felt slower than usual, and you got distracted so easily... It didn't matter, however. This wasn't about being good, it was about having fun. Using your free time as you wanted to.
Waking up was confusing the next day. For one, you didn't remember when you went to sleep, in the same way you hadn't yesterday. But something else was weird too. You weren't laying on the same bed you always had. Instead, you were on a mattress laying directly over the floor.
It didn't smell good.
Looking around you saw you weren't at your room. But rather, at a familiar basement. Your parents' basement, to be precise. How was that possible? You had moved away years ago already. And even if you had visited them overnight, without remembering you did so, why wouldn't you stay in your childhood bedroom?
It wasn't adding up... And yet, you didn't care. You were fine, so... Did it even matter how you got here?
You didn't want to leave the bed. Somehow you felt it was way too early to do so. Lazily, you rolled towards your charging phone. It was about 2 PM. You had missed class again. And you were definitely late for your internship.
"Ugh, they'll understand... It's not like I have to go every day..." you said, yawning. How late had you been gaming? Truly, you couldn't tell. You deserved the rest, anyhow.
Your losing streak definitely needed some recovery time. Having greasy meaty fingers and a slower brain didn't make an E-sports player. Of that you were sure.
Going upstairs you were met with a cold breakfast. Your parents had left for work, but clearly loved you enough to make something for you. There were still some brownies available too. Seemingly, your parents hadn't tried any of them. Weird... They're delicious... They don't know what they're missing...
You heated up whatever needed to be warm, while eating another brownie. You needed the calories, alright? Besides, you had to finish them eventually. Now there were only one left.
As you finished eating the chocolate pastry, you began to giggle. You didn't know what was so funny. And thinking felt so much slower... Even more than before... How had you gotten so far in life? College took so much effort... And an internship? So boring, so hard... Why did you even bother?
"Gotta work out, bro," you said, grinning. No one but you was there. There was no need to announce it. No one but you cared.
Soon you were back at the gym. Well, a different one. Close to your parents house instead of the place you used to live at but yesterday.
It was only when you were hours into your workout you remembered that you hadn't warned the office you wouldn't go today. Not like you had a real excuse for your absence. Sure, somehow you had moved back your parents' house overnight without realizing it, but like that didn't have to affect work, right? People moved all the time.
And you were farther from the office. But like, not terribly so...
Realistically, you knew you should probably be a bit more responsible. You should have at least sent a message, even if to lie. But since you hadn't... Well, then you should at least keep what you were doing a secret, no? There wasn't a better way of losing your internship than to get caught actively missing work.
But... You wanted to record and shoot photos of yourself. You were so hot! And it was easy... Easy money too, you hoped... With a body like yours, you could get any guy to spend a few bucks on you, right?
Using the chance that this new gym had a sauna, you decided take at least some few pics there. Cropped to the exact millimeter to be acceptable online.
After all, you were all sweaty... Your hair was a mess. Even though these were photos, you could tell you stank. Which you did. You so did. It was the smell of a real man... Of a real guy who knew how to use his body... Not like a boring guy wanting to work on an office and who couldn't even pop his pecs... Or flex his biceps... Or lift weights...
Despite your stench and the glimmering sweat over your skin, you didn't consider showering this time. It was too much of an effort, really. And besides, you only remembered you could shower when you had already left the gym.
Plus, your manly smell was like a reward. Not something to get rid off. Perhaps when you got successful enough you could sell bottles with your sweat...
Back home, you felt so horny. Maybe it was the manly musk from your own body. Or perhaps it was that you hadn't jerked off in a while. The reason didn't matter, not really. You just wanted to get into bed and goon.
Only one brownie was left. Still on the kitchen counter. Still as appealing as the day it just arrived. Fuck, it made you hungry. You were hungry and horny, and that needed to be resolved at once.
You took the brownie with you down to the basement you now called home.
Undressing, you threw yourself in bed with a satisfied sound. Looking for a porn video to watch on your phone, while the other held the yet to be eaten brownie. Once you found the video, pressing play with high anticipation, your left the phone at a side. Your now free hand going for your already hard pecker.
Stroking yourself, listening more than watching the video, you also began eating the last brownie. It may be messy, leaving crumbs all over the mattress, but it was the dream. The dream, bro! You were finally free to indulge on these slobby whims of yours. Without thinking about anything else but your worldly pleasures.
But things weren't as simple as you had hoped for.
As your hand went up and down, your cock... Well, didn't seem to remain the same. It wasn't going soft, of that you were sure. You'd never felt this horny before. But the tip of your cock didn't reach the same heights anymore...
Was it shrinking?
The thought almost made you stop. But you realized you didn't really care. It's way less effort to jerk off with a smaller cock anyway. And it made your muscles look even bigger! Perhaps it was even a good thing.
It wasn't like hot guys like yourself need big cocks. You had muscles, and that's was way better. Or was it backwards? Who cares, bro?
Soon you were ignoring the video. Instead watching as your cock retracted into itself without losing its rigidity. Your foreskin was growing back, covering the head more and more with each stroke.
Eventually your hand was too big. Your fist completely eclipsing your dick. You should have been terrified. Or upset. But it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you. Another bite of the brownie, and your cock grew even shorter.
About to cum, you opened your fist. Your cock was now so small your palm was simply too big to use it to stroke yourself. Your dick threatened to slip out from your grip, and your mini strokes weren't helping much with relieving yourself. Mad comfy, though.
So you finally used just your index and thumb, at the same time you ate the last bit of the brownie. One final stroke, and you came.
It changed everything. Even more than anything that came before.
Ropes of cum shot upwards as you began to drool. As if your seed carried your intelligence alongside it. Your thoughts were slowing down. They were so slow, so spaced out. It was hard to believe you had put some much effort into academics just a few days before. Your brain wouldn't be able to handle such things anymore. You took pride on that. It was way better to be a dumb gym rat, right?
Your room grew messier. Stinkier. Sporty clothes everywhere. Unwashed, wrinkled, at least one on every surface. Your bed was undone, with brownie crumbs over the messy sheets. Workout equipment appeared on the room. For when you were too lazy to leave the house.
Notifications came from your phone. Your social media was now more important than before. Not that it was successful. Barely over 50 followers. Most of them older or overweight men who loved your content showing yourself be a sweaty gym rat.
One of them, however, was different.
An older man, yes, but wealthy. One who could spare giving you enough money to not work a single day in your life. One who was quite content with being a voyeur, of simply watching you waste your life.
He was your best follower. More of a client now, rather than a fan. He was the one who paid for everything you owned, almost.
What did he want from you? Videos. Photos. Private streams were you just did stuff for him to watch: touching yourself; working out: eating food you shouldn't be eating yet somehow had not affected your definition. Anything that showed your superficiality and slobby laziness.
And tonight? Tonight he was going to visit you, at last.
You hadn't cleaned. He wouldn't have liked it, and you couldn't be bothered anyway. Your parents had apparently left for a work trip. Or so you remembered now. The house was for yourself tonight. For yourself and this guy. Gene was his name.
A knock. You went to the front door, and opened it. He was there. Tall, well dressed. A successful and clean cut man. Outwardly the kind of successful individual you wanted to be... Before you became this muscle slob. Wasn't he...? Damn! He was the guy who owned the office you worked at!
How did you not remember him being this hot?
"You haven't showered, huh?" he said, smiling. Cupping your face with a possessiveness and condescension that made you hard instead of mad. "You could be so much more, but you don't want to. You won't put the effort in. You just want to be free, don't you? Free of thinking, free of responsibilities, free of being someone. You just want to exist like the dumb muscle slut that you are."
A nod. Dumb smile on your face. Gene closed the door behind himself. His eyes going all over you. Noticing you hadn't even bothered to dress. To clean yourself. Cum was all over your chest. And you stank so much.
"Is like there's nothing going in there," he said, looking at your eyes. "Completely empty. I always loved dumb men. But dear, you take the cake. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You'll be free forever. You'll never worry about anything anymore. Just never change. Be mine. Be my little dirty boy, my slobby muscle slut..."
He then took a box from his pocket. Joints. Gene had weed. Damn, you wanted it. I need to chill... Need a joint, bro... You had never smoked weed. But now, it felt like a need.
Only then you realized the obvious. The brownies. The herbal taste... It was weed. Not normal weed, perhaps. But it was weed. You had been tricked! This wasn't you! It was a plot all along! Maybe there's still time to...
"Shhh," Gene said, passing a joint under your nose. It was enough to distract you. "Calm down, my dirty boy. I'll give you all the weed you want, if you behave. No need to get so agitated. Doesn't suit you, dear."
You nodded. Smiling again. Was there anything you ever needed to worry about? Gene had more brains that you ever would. He could just decide things for you. He was giving you money. And now he's giving you weed!
This man was a saint. A sex saint. One who thought you were hot and was going to give you the world to keep you dumb and high.
In other words, Gene wanted you to live the dream!
"Now open that mouth wide, dirty boy. Show me how dumb you actually are. Drool, and show me that mouth. If you're good you get to suck my cock, and I'll give you all these weed too. Isn't that a wonderful deal for you? It's literally a win win. You get everything in this deal. Is like the best deal in your life, is it not?"
It was, it so was.
And you were happy to obey:
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Weeks later, by mere chance, you looked at your emails. A few of them caught your attention. One saying you were failing all your classes, due to absences and never doing any of the assignments and required tests. The other one saying you got kicked out of your internship, because not only had your grades gone down, you also hadn't showed up for way too long. Especially after discovering your thirst trap TikTok account.
You weren't professional anymore. And they didn't want you tarnishing the company name.
Old you would have been devastated. But new you? He only laughed stupidly. You didn't care about this stuff anymore.
"Good riddance, I ain't a thinker anyway," you said, deleting the emails. You lighted up a joint, laying in bed. "Gene thinks for me, and gets me weed. So, like, who needs a job? Not me, that's for sure."
You had finally received the freedom you longed for. To the world you were a dumb stoner who only worked on his body and nothing else. A guy with a tiny brain and even smaller cock that knew nothing but how to waste his life with weed and porn.
A man who loved to serve other men, because there was nothing else he was good for. You were lucky Gene let you suck his dick. He was such a generous soul. He didn't ask anything of you, and he gave you everything you wanted. How glad you were of being a dirty gym rat and stoner just for him!
Whoever you used to be was gone. Perhaps forever. But hey, at least you were free now. Free to continue wasting your life on mundane pleasures, never amounting to anything of substance. Free of the responsabilities and discipline that had once given your life meaning.
You were just a stoner, a slobby muscle slut. And somehow you were happy being just that. After all, you've never been more free... Or that's how you saw things now. Whether it was true or not, you weren't able to tell.
