Age Progression and Muscle Male - Pt. 2
Mariano hated photoshoots. He felt like an object, his youthful face and slim body exposed under the harsh studio lights. The photographer kept telling him to smile, to look more approachable, but he just wanted to finish and go home to study. He had ambitions, plans. He wanted to be a doctor, not a catalog model.
"Just one more, kid," the photographer said, handing him a navy blue polo shirt. "Put it on. It's for the brand.
"Mariano sighed and took off his black T-shirt, replacing it with the polo shirt. As soon as the fabric touched his skin, he felt a strange shock, an electric current that made the hair on his arms stand up.
It was too late to stop it. As soon as the collar of the polo touched the back of his neck, he began to feel an intense heat rise up his spine, as if it were melting his brain and making him scream. His intelligence, his drive, and his ambition to be a doctor quickly burned away, draining from his mind and down his body to his testicles, setting his entire physique ablaze as his veins pumped and worked to feed his growing body.
"Fuck! What... what's wrong with me?" he gasped, his voice shaking.
Sweat coated his entire body and soaked the fabric of his polo shirt as he struggled to breathe, the bones in his shoulders and chest creaking and snapping under his growing bulk. His once slender arms bulged with dense, hard muscle, and beneath the skin, intricate black ink tattoos blossomed, snaking from his wrists to his neck.
His pants stretched to their limits to accommodate his thighs, which were thickening at an alarming rate, and his once inconspicuous ass bulged, becoming firm and round. His now larger feet splayed out on the floor to support his new, heavy weight.
His voice turned into a deep, guttural growl as his neck thickened and his youthful appearance became more brutal and masculine. A thin mustache and a goatee appeared on his face, which was now sharper, more arrogant. Finally, his cock swelled outward, heavy and thick inside his boxers, while his new bull balls pumped and churned his old life as a hard-working student, preparing it to erupt and cement him as a mere, fucking porn star.
He looked around—not at the photo studio, but at a luxurious loft apartment. He was holding a cup of coffee. He leaned on the railing, feeling the weight of his own body, the power in his muscles.
His phone vibrated. It was a text from his agent.
Agent: "Shooting confirmed for tomorrow. Main scene. Get ready to blow it up, champ."
Jack smiled, a slow, predatory smile. He took a sip of his coffee. He didn't remember anything about medical textbooks or exams. His mind was filled with camera angles, risqué scripts, and the excitement of the upcoming shoot. He was a gay porn star, and his life finally had meaning.
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