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I could feel my body relax as I walked out of my last exam. The weight of university had suddenly lifted from shoulders and the burden of corporate life hadn't yet set in. It felt amazing.
Under the refreshing spring sun, I started walking home. I pulled out my phone, planning on listening to some music like I normally did, but something caught my attention. A notification from tumblr.
"Hey man, you should try this podcast, it really changed my life."
It was a message from an anonymous user with a link embedded. Normally I would be a bit more careful, but I was in a good mood so I clicked on it.
It brought me right to a podcast on Spotify, making it easy to start it up and continue my walk.
The podcast began with the buttery smooth voice of a man, maybe around 30. Something about his voice brought me comfort, like there was something hollow in my life that he filled.
I raised my head and puffed out my chest as I walked, now filled with a strange self confidence that had never felt before. But then, my stomach sank as the charming podcaster began to devolve into weird manosphere shit. I clocked out as soon as he began ranting about what makes a real man.
I reached for my phone to turn off the podcast, but I couldn't. I tried again and again, but it was like my body wasn't responding to my brain.
"Now that I've got you." The podcaster said, "let me tell you what makes a real man."
My mind panicked as my body continued walking like nothing was going on.
"Real men are protectors, they build their bodies like fortresses." The man said.
Almost immediately when those words entered my head, I could feel my body change. My shirt tightened as my chest rose into two meaty pecs and my biceps grew until my sleeves were on the verge of ripping. My legs quickly followed suit, making my legs look like any other gym bros.
What do you mean gym bro, I thought. I never go to the gym.
"Do you feel strong now?" The man asked.
"Yes." I heard my voice speak.
No! I mean yes, I do feel strong, but I don't want this!
"Good." The man continued. "But muscle isn't enough to make you big and strong. A real man needs to have his presence be known wherever he goes. A man should take up a lot of space in any room that he's in."
I could feel my perspective shifting higher as my height increased significantly, I must have been at least 6"4. My shirt looked more like a crop top, allowing the breeze to brush against my bare stomach.
Then my stomach sank, it felt like the sun was boiling inside me. I wanted to scream but my body didn't react, it just kept walking. But all of the pain was quickly released as my stomach surged outward, swelling with soft fat until it sagged over my waistband. My waist softened into thick love handles that also spilled over my waistband, giving my body a much wider look.
That was only the beginning, though. My strong pecs became buried in soft fat, growing thick enough to finally rip through my shirt. And the muscle definition in my arms and back disappeared under a thin layer of fat. My legs similarly thickened up, and my body seemed to subconsciously adjust by spreading my legs out as I walked, preventing my thighs from rubbing together. And finally, my ass expanded into two juicy globes that threatened to rip through my tight shorts.
The transformation had completely taken my attention, I had almost forgotten that the podcaster was still talking.
"Now we can't forget what truly makes a man, masculinity. Real men are mature testosterone filled machines, they're sweat covered hairy beasts and they're proud of it."
"Fuck yeah!" My voice shouted in a deep, mature voice.
Stop saying that, I don't mean that. You know I don't mean that, right?
My body quickly became engulfed in an intense itchiness as thick hairs began to sprout all over my skin. You'd be hard pressed to find a spot on my body that didn't have hair, though it was especially thick around my belly, chest, and arms. Also, my clean shaven face soon became covered in a thick black beard.
And just when I thought the changes were over, I felt a pain emerge in my knees, then in my back.
I felt my facial features start to weather and age, though I couldn't quite tell how much I had aged. I felt the sun beating down on my head as my hairline receded slightly. At the same time, patches of hair on my chest and my beard began to go gray, leaving it salt and pepper.
My hand moved up to my belly, moving my thick man hands through the sweat drenched hair on my belly. The feeling felt so foreign to me, I didn't have a belly, let alone a hairy one.
"Fuck..." I moaned as I felt up my growing body.
"How do you feel, big guy?" The podcaster asked, as if he was talking specifically to me.
"God, this feels great." I responded in a gruff voice.
It does feel good, but I hate it.
"Good man. Now, we can't have a man with pasty white skin. A solid tan shows you're a strong working man, and some tattoos always make you look tougher."
The sun felt like it was burning my skin as it took on a more golden colour, though my chest and shoulders turned bright red.
Without me thinking, my hand reached into my backpack to grab a baseball cap. I threw it on to protect my balding head from the intense sun.
The burning on my skin progressed past a normal burn as tattoos began to appear on my chest, arms and neck. I could feel a sense of pride in the tattoos despite the fact that I would never get tattoos like these.
"Now you're becoming a real man," the podcaster continued, "but there's something you're missing. Any real man needs a package that suits his imposing manly body. The kind of dick that can make any woman, or man if that's what you're into, see god when you fuck' em."
The bulge in my tight shorts started to grow as my dick snaked down the side of my leg, nearly peaking through the bottom of my shorts. It grew to a massive 9 inches, creating an obvious bulge in my skin tight shorts. I wanted so badly to cover up, to not be seen like this in public, but my body still wouldn't listen to me. I just kept walking along with a cocky smirk, extremely proud that any passerby would have no choice but to notice my package.
"Now to wrap up this episode, let's deal with that mind of yours." He said.
"A real man shouldn't have to think that hard. Who needs a university degree when you've got big muscles like that."
No, please, just let me go!
"You love being a dumb jock that let himself go after his days on the highschool football team."
I wasn't on the football team, was I? And I didn't let myself go!
"You love being a rich dad who does nothing but fuck and relax around with mansion."
I have a mansion? Right, I do have a mansion. And you're right, I love fucking.
"Good man. Now make sure to share this with someone that needs to be reminded of what a real man is."
The podcast cut off at the perfect time as I arrived home. Something felt off as I stared at the lavish mansion in front of me, but the feeling quickly faded. As soon as I got inside, it took off the tiny shorts I was wearing. Normally I would just go for a swim naked, but my stupid neighbour complained, so now I have to wear swim shorts.
That's when a great idea popped into my head. As I walked to my backyard, I pulled out my phone and sent the podcast over to my neighbour. A real man wouldn't judge another man for wanting to be naked in his own backyard.
With that out of the way, I stepped out into my massive yard and jumped into my in ground pool.
The time flew as I was floating around the pool, I couldn't tell how long it had been before my phone buzzed. It was a text from my neighbour.
"Why don't you show me what a real man looks like."
My plan worked. My cock jumped at the idea of seeing my stuck up neighbour as a big horny man. I took a video of myself as I walked out of the pool, making sure to show off the star of the show, my belly.
I sent it over and impatiently awaited a response.
My heart skipped a beat as I approached the fence that split our yards. Peaking over, I saw an older, fatter, and hairier version of my neighbour lounging on a chair.
He simply lifted his hand and gestured for me to come over.
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