âWhat have you done to me?â I blurted, or slurred, or something. I felt messed up. I was at my friend Tylerâs apartment, but this wasnât right.  I had about 30 or 35 more pounds of muscle on me than I did previously. I still looked like myself in a way, but now I was huge, sporting this whole beefy jock look. I mean I was just packed with muscle. Crazier still, I was now covered with tats.
I remembered now, vaguely, being tied down for Tylerâs experiment. What the hell had those guys drugged me with? They must have been running multiple recalibration IV drips at once. I could still see the small Band-Aid the inner part of my right arm where the needle had gone in.
This was far worse than date rape or slipping a guy roofies. I mean, I could press charges if I wanted to, and I always already thinking I might. I was full of so many conflicting emotions. We were such good friends, but this crossed so many lines. This was my body, man, and I didnât sign off on this. The health effects, the negative consequences, and how Iâd have to explain this to my employer and my family were all racing through my head.
Why would he do this to me? I knew the guy was a perv, and admittedly, I had that in common with him. We loved to talk about this sort of thing, but he was far more into dabbling around with the actual drugs and the realities of it than I had been. To me, it was just a lot of hot fantasy and something to beat off to. I loved looking at before and after pictures on the net and got off to those a lot.
Tyler and I had so much in common that way, but to knock me out like that and actually hook me up to those drugs and beef me up was just way beyond the pale what anybody should ever be able to do or get away with.
Iâd been playing with fire, being Tylerâs friend, and I knew it, I suppose, but to actually get burned like this was just not ok with me. I would have never permitted this. I was huge. I didnât even feel like myself. I felt muddied up and messed up. I hoped that would fade soon as I came out of it more. I still felt bleary with sleep.
Even my voice sounded different. It was low, rich and confused-sounding, to my ear at least. I sounded almost dumb in a way.
âTyler, you canât do this, man. I thought we were friends. It was one thing to discuss it and fantasise about it, but to run me through a cocktail of so many different substances without my permission is batshit crazy. You have to tell me what you put into me. Itâs my body, and these were all supposed to be my decisions.â
âYou said youâd think itâs hot when we were playing around with spirals and inductions that night. You admitted how hot it would be and how much you really wish you were brave enough to go for it at times. Iâm just giving you what you know you truly wanted, deep down, more than anything.â
âDude,â I said, and now it wasnât the casual words of the guy Iâd used to be, who also said âdudeâ, but rather this booming, jocked-up âdudeâ that had all the tone of domineering jock guy, âjust because I talked about something doesnât mean it was ok, and you know that! You know that, Tyler! Itâs not even legal!â
âSince when do you care so much about the letter of the law?â Tyler said.
âSince right now!â I shot back, sounding like an angry muscle dude, which I supposed I technically was now. I was so new to this, and it was so strange, trying to get used to it, that I was still surprising myself every time I spoke.
Tyler was smiling, his eyes glittering at me, looking very smug and self-satisfied. It pissed me off. He started explaining, âWell, itâs too late to be upset about it, because whatâs done is done. We jocked you up real good, bro, as Iâm sure you can tell. You were under for a long time and we did the tats while you were passed out. Itâs been weeks. It was so hot watching you slowly get bigger, too. It looks like your memoryâs been restored pretty well. Youâve somehow broken through the wall of the jock mind youâve grown thatâs probably been blocking you out. Yeah, we gave you the mind of a jock to go with the body, so Iâm surprised you were strong enough to fight it.â
âYou gave me psychosomatic drugs too?â I said, trying to control my panic.  âDude, you gotta get me on an IV blocker. I can forgive you for the body, maybe, but you canât mess with my mind!â
âDude, you always said the mental change was some of the hottest stuff to you when we talked about it and watched videos. I remember you telling me how much it made you hard.â
âBut how will I be able to seriously go through life like this?â I said, scratching my head. I was glad I was still thinking like myself, but I was worried that those drugs were in me. I knew how permanent their effects usually were and how hard it could be to ever revert a guy after that. I wasnât sure if I was paranoid or what, or if I was still groggy from sleep, but I was feeling almost confused. âYou canât, Tyler, you just canât! Letâs do this but get out the IV drip right now. You donât have my permission and thereâs still time.â
âI donât have any blockers here,â Tyler said then, laughing.
âThen weâll go out and get blockers, and some clarity antidote too!â I argued.
âBut I like you like this, dumbass. Why would I want to block what I gave you when I know thereâs a dumb jock guy just itching to come out in your personality. Itâll match the body. You look really sexy. It should be hot to see you get just as sexy upstairs. Donât you love how you look?â
âThis canât be me, I look like⊠I dunno man,â I said.  "I look stupid like this,â I said, which wasnât what Iâd planned on saying. I had fantasised about it for sure, but thatâs a whole different thing from really going through this, especially with Tyler taking away my control over the situation.
âThatâs because you are stupid like that,â Tyler answered me. âYou canât really fight it, can you?â
That really angered me, that he was just clearly toying with me like this and refusing to listen to me. I sure as hell could fight it, I knew, and wasnât about to be part of this experiment without a fight.  "Yeah man, I can fight it,â I said, âand weâre going to drive out and get some blockers for me to take right now or Iâll seriously beat your ass, Tyler. Like this, I definitely could. Come on, letâs get in the car,â I commanded him, not even caring how threatening I sounded now in this voice. It was literally a matter of life and death, at least as far as my soul was concerned, not that I technically believed in a soul. I just wasnât ready for anything this radical, and this huge body was change enough. I could get used to this hot muscle bod I was now sporting, my mind thought as it raced, but not the personally of a dumbass, too. This could be just perfect as it is. We had to get me on an IV and reverse those injections that could mess with my mind. There were still time. Why wouldnât Tyler just listen to me?
âIâm not going in the car. Youâre seriously going to physically threaten me?â he said, as if he was the victim here.
âYou bet I will,â I said, putting one big hand of mine on his neck. I squeezed him a little. This wasnât like me, and I was stronger than I realised, but I felt like I had no choice. He wasnât going to stall for time with me.
âYou like this, dumbass. You know itâs what you wanted. You were the one who beat off to it, and I just gave you what you know you want.â
âItâs not what I wanted,â I said then, and it unnerved me how my words sounded slurred to me, almost unconvincing. I felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, as I needed a drink of water or something. I hoped it wasnât the drugs.
I had to clear my head. I walked over to the big mirror on the wall of the living room, trying to discern if anything was wrong with me. Was this really me. Yeah, I looked like a dumb jock guy, but I had to admit I looked kind of hot. Crazy as it was, my dick started to react in my boxer shorts, which was all I was wearing. I suppose just really getting a good look at myself had done it. This was just like a fantasy. Iâd had this fantasy a lot of times.
Water. I needed water. Then Iâd force this little motherfucker into the car with me, even if I had to tackle him to the ground and hurt him first. Tyler and I had been friends, and this was such a huge betrayal.
i walked into the kitchen, still getting used to the size of my big feet against the carpet, the way my thighs were so thick and seemed to almost roll around each other in my gait now, and the way the pecs on my chest almost seemed to bound and bounce even when I was just walking. This was crazy. I was such a meaty guy, and now I knew what it felt like to be one for the same time. As invigorating as it was, I didnât expect to be feeling the tits on my chest bouncing as I walked, or the way my arms seemed to just swing stupidly at my sides like a gorillaâs arms, pushed kinda outward from the muscle.
I filled up a glass of water right from the tap, downed it, wiping sweat off my brow. This was almost psychological trauma in a way, I thought. I set the water down beside the sink and turned back to face Tyler. âLetâs go. Now!â I ordered.
âYou dumb hunk of meat,â Tyler said, âyou know you want this. Just cave in. The drugs are in you. Let that caveman mind rise up and the resistance in you wane away. I know heâs in you. We gave you the drugs.â
âFuck that man, I am not going to be your dumb jock or something!â I blurted out, but the sound of my voice even sounded like a Neanderthalsâ.
âYes you are a dumb jock, stupid,â he said. Tyler was saying this to me! I hated the little prick so much right then!
âIâm not stupid, you dumbass!â I roared at him.
âIs that the Pee-wee Herman defence? I know you are but what am I!â
âYouâre a scrawny little fucker whoâs gonna take me to get the antidote!â I roared, walking up to him and grabbing him by the shirt.  âTake me, now.â
âTake you where, dumbass?â
I grabbed his face and squeezed his cheeks with one hand then, making his lips purse in a trout pout.  âYou know where.â
âOk, ok,â he said, and I put one big hand on his neck and started pushing him towards the door, grabbing his keys off the table for him. âWhereâs a shirt? I need a shirt and some pants?â I said. Tyler was smaller than me, and now I was getting worried that nothing would fit me. âWhereâs my shirt?â I said.
âI donât have one here, man. You can try mine.â
I hustled over to his closet, because there was no time to waste, and everything looked too small. I tried one of his coats, because it looked larger, thinking maybe at least that would cover me up, but my thick arms wouldnât even go in the sleeves all the way. I swear I heard the seams start to snap already when I tried to force it a little, so I just dropped it on the floor. Whatever, Iâd have to go like this. There were no shoes, though, either. Shit. Iâd just have to go like this and maybe wait in the car for him. Iâd ask him for his keys when he left to go inside. Iâd make him promise me. We had to go.
When we were out in the hall, I let him go, since he seemed to be complying now, and as athletic as I was now, I felt pretty confident I could outrun him, grab him and tackle him if he tried to get away. Plus he had said âokâ.
It was all going to be ok, I told myself, especially when we got me juiced up with some of that clarity antidote. My mind was still intact. I could feel it. Internally,I was feeling strange though. It was almost a meaty feeling, in a way, like I could get into this more. I wanted to hurt Tyler. I wanted to look in the mirror again. I was marvelling at my body, even as frightening as it was. It felt like I had to almost fight to stay on task, in a way, though I still felt like myself, mostly. In a way it was like being drugged, and of course, I had been drugged, so thatâs exactly what it was.
We were hustling, no-nonsense time, to Tylerâs car down below in the parking lot. I felt like the Hulk or something, bounding downstairs barefoot in nothing but my boxers. It was embarrassing, even as there was something twisted and sexy about it all, and there was no denying that. By the time we were in the car, and Tyler was seemingly compliant and calmly driving us, I was even calming down enough to lean back in my seat, arms behind my head, taking a breather, trying to take in what had all happened to me and what all had to happen next.
As we hit the open road and his car sped up the onramp onto the interstate, I felt my dick bounce up, hard. Just looking at my own body was turning me on. It really was a fantasy come to life for me. I laughed, telling Tyler that Iâm fucking hard, so look what heâs done, and he laughed too. I told him again that Iâm pissed but this is kind of cool and I just wanted my mind to stay the same.
By the time we were halfway there, Iâd given my cock a few strokes through my boxers. My cock was just so turned on, and it would not go down, and it didnât hurt to grip my cock and balls through the fabric a few times. I wanted to feel the heft of my meat. I swore my cock felt bigger, and I was tempted to just pull my boxers down and look right then and there, but it felt kind of hotter to just wait and save it for later.
Then I did pull the waistband out, looking down at my pubes and thick meat, and I swear that just from looking, my cock got so excited that it started to leak pre. I was right in Tylerâs car but heâd fucking done this to me so itâs not like I cared, and it was all crazy, but damn if I wasnât a sexy-looking guy like this.
I felt like I was really ruminating on that, on how I looked hot like this, just the muscle of my arm reclined up against the door or the thick thighs busting out of my boxers, and wanting to give my cock some attention, too. I felt like a sexed up dumbass right then, even though I knew I wasnât a dumbass. I looked like a musclebound jock for sure, but I sure wasnât about to cave in to the psychosomatic stuff and start thinking about myself, or thinking just like some sort of musclebound jock or whatever.  Even if it was a kind of hot thought to have, it was a thought I could explore after these drugs in my veins had been defused.  I could swear I was feeling them, even, and that wasnât good, but I still had full control and there was still plenty of time.
I had to pull my boxers down again, and so I did. I hefted my dick with my hand, and my dick looked fat and hard as fuck now, a drop of pre glistening at the time.
âDude, look at this cock,â I said to Tyler.  âIf youâre lucky and get me those drugs maybe Iâll even let you suck on it at some point,â I teased, knowing I was also kind of serious.
âHot, dude. You like playing the dumbass like that, donât you?â
âYeah, I guess I do like playing it. I just donât want to be it.â
âPart of you wants to be it.â
âAdmittedly, thatâs true. But youâre going to get me the antidote and thatâll be the end of it, because Iâve gotta be myself, man.â I said, feeling up one of my thick pecs as I talked. It felt so much easier to control and command Tyler with this body and this voice. He thought he was in charge, but he probably didnât realise how much power this body truly gave me over him. I had physical power and sexual power over him now, and even my voice and the way I was talking to him had already taken on a whole different dynamic than it would have it Iâd had my old voice.
Then Tyler was pulling into the parking lot. He left the keys with me, per my request, but promised me that I could trust him. He said he sure didnât want to get in trouble for drugging me without my consent, so there was a lot at risk for him, too.
With Tyler gone now, and me left impatiently waiting, I flipped down the sun visor. I wanted to take a look in the mirror. Man, I really did look like a dumb jock. I supposed Iâd really be able to get into this thing after I had the antidote. I smiled at my reflection and lifted an arm to flex. Looked good.
Iâd really be able to fuck with Tyler with a body like this, but that would have to wait until after the antidote. Even if I decided to forgive him, Iâd like to make the little punk pay for getting me into this and doing it without my permission. I could picture myself forcing him to his knees on his bathroom floor, making him suck my cock as I slapped it all over his face.
He was kinda cute, even though he was a weak little guy to me now, and I was sure he majorly got off on doing this to me, so Iâd have to give him a taste of his own medicine at some point.
I did look pretty good like this, and it was cool how I felt like a jock now even though I knew I wasnât one. Obviously, I wasnât gonna become one just because I looked like this, and yet I definitely wanted to enjoy all the perks of this body, too. I flexed again for the little mirror, telling myself I should put it away, and I could see myself in the rearview mirror, too the massive heft of my arms looking surprisingly huge now.
Tyler came out with the bag, finally. I had already folded the mirror up and was leaning back against the headrest of my chair, arms behind my head, pits bared. I felt good like this. I wanted to tease Tyler, show off, and let him know his chances of fucking with me were over. I was in control now.
It was on the ride back that I realised that I wanted to flex some more, that I wanted to beat off, and that I was feeling really good.
âDude, you should hurry up. Drive faster if you can. Iâm feeling really turned on.â
âWhat, like you want to beat off or something? Itâs ok if you want to. I donât mind.â
âDude, donât say that,â I said, grabbing my cock through my boxers and enjoying the pleasure of that. I wasnât going to just beat off in his car, as hot as the idea was. We had to get back fast. I felt like I was losing control of my mind. In a way itâs kind of like when you get hard for so long and so in the zone of sex that you donât ever want to come back to reality. I felt myself slipping and slipping further into those sort of desires.
Even as Tyler parked the car, and I was still hard in my boxer sorts, bounding back up the stairs barefoot like the Hulk, part of me was starting to think that if he didnât get the blockers and clarity antidote into me in time, it might not be so bad. I felt good like this. Really good. Scary good, in a way.
âTyler, bro, you gotta get that stuff in me,â I said, clapping an arm on his shoulder as he opened the door. I sounded halfhearted to myself in a way, too casual. I wasnât panicking. I was enjoying this. Fuck. I gave my cock another squeeze through my boxer shorts.
âYeah, I will,â Tyler said, smiling, and he didnât seem to be hurrying enough for me.  âGet in the bedroom and Iâll get out the IV bag.â
So I did, sitting on the edge of Tylerâs bed, my bare feet on the carpet now, my silky boxers against the silky bedspread, which felt so good on my thighs. I squeezed my cock again through my boxers as I waited for him. He had the stuff so it would be ok. Just one more squeeze, I thought, one more rub of my cockhead with my fingers through the fabric.
And then I couldnât take it anymore. I thought it would be hot to surprise Tyler, in a way, with how out of control and right down to the wire this had gotten. So i slid down my boxers, kicking them aside, and started stroking my cock then and there on his bed, long, slow strokes. I leaned my head back.  âTyler, get in here,â I said.  âHurry up.â
Tyler was still digging around and then he came in, IV bag in hand.  âDude, what are you doing?â he said, setting it down on the table.
âDonât set it down, hook me up,â I said.  âThis is hot. Fuck. Iâm feeling so fucked up, man. Iâm just so horny.â
âOk, I gotta get the bag still,â he said, heading back out, and then he was laughing. The little fucker actually laughed!
For some reason, the thought that I actually might end up stuck this way was just turning me on even more. So I almost moaned out loud, feeling like a dumb bull, stroking my cock some more. Iâd go out and force Tyler to fix me up in few seconds. Just a few more strokes.
I mean, this was hot, this was really hot, and what a rush to bring it so close to the edge. But I couldnât really stay a dumb jock dude like this for good, could I?
That would be just crazy. Fuck, the thought of it was so hot though. This had been just like what Iâd imagined happening so many times, only it finally was happening, and the thought of not stopping it seemed hot, too.
Youâre turning into a real meathead, I thought, and I was just beating off harder and faster now, my cock leaking pre all over.
I couldnât be a meathead, or if I ever wanted to return to this, I could later. For now I needed the blockers so that it doesnât even up permanent. I needed the clarity antidote. I needed that fucker Tyler to do what I told him to do.
Otherwise this would be me from now on. Dumb and jocked. Fuck.
And man, even if I didnât get to Tyler in time, and something still goes wrong, which it probably wouldnât because I could so easily overpower him now, well, so what, that could be hot as shit.  At least for a while, or whatever. I dunno, man, I was thinking so many conflicting thoughts at once. I decided to just ignore my cock and stand up, so I did. I picked my boxers up and stepped back into them, difficult as that was to do in the moment. I needed my boxers on so that Tyler would take me seriously. Plus my cock was dripping pre, which I noticed as pulled up my boxers, a spot spreading on them almost right away because the head of my cock was already so wet.
So what if I am this way, a hot muscle stud, because lots of guys want to be a hot muscle stud. I was thinking that as I headed into the living room.
Man, what if I really do stay this way, a hot muscle stud forever, I was worrying, but my cock was still hard about it. Yeah, that could be a real turn-on, I thought. I was stroking my dick again as I walked into the living room.
What was I doing? Aww, fuck. I had to focus on Tyler now. I could beat off later, I thought. But I was looking down at my body, and all I could think about was my body and how hot I was feeling right now. If I was turning stupid, that was hot too. Fuck. Thereâs more important things than being smart.
Fuck.  Look at this body, dude, I thought. Iâm fuckinâ hot! Isnât that what matters right now? Just for a few more minutes. Then heâd IV bag me up and itâd be all good. I still had control, I thought.
âTyler, Iâm fucking hot, man!â I said to him as I bounded, almost stumbling, into the living room. I was hard in my boxer shorts and I wanted him to see it.
âYeah, you are pretty hot. How are you feeling, dumbass?â
âDonât call me dumbass, dude. We gotta do this, still. But I do feel fucking hot!â
âI feel fucking hot?â
âYeah, dumbass. Look at you, youâre fucking naked. Howâs that not stupid?â
âBecause itâs not?â I laughed, admitting in my own mind that it was kind of dumb, sexy as it was. I was naked and feeling good, that was for sure. I was a hot dude.
Tyler was laughing too, and he wasnât even making any move to fix me up. That kind of concerned me. It also kind of was funny. It also kind of turned me on.
âFuck, I was getting afraid we really would have to give you the antidote. But now all you mostly feel upstairs right now is that meat mind, donât you?â
âFuck, dude, I think youâre right. What are you saying? Fuck, I do feel pretty messed up. Itâs a hot kind of messed up, though.â
âDude, youâre leaking pre right through your boxers,â Tyler said.  âWhy donât you strip them off for me before you get them messed up?â
âYou want to see this body naked?â I said, shooting Tyler a cocky grin, letting him know whoâs in charge.  âIâm not afraid of getting naked. Watch this, dude,â I said, yanking down my boxers and stepping out of them, and then throwing them on Tylerâs lap as I laughed.  âThereâs a spot of pre for you.â
âHot, dude. Look at that thick cock.â
âThis thick cock?â I said, wrapped my hands around it.  âMan, yeah, I love this thick cock. I can jack it for you, bud. Bet youâd love that.â
âI told you Iâm not a dumbass, dude,â I said back, turning my eyes to my cock, wrapping both hands around it and starting to work the shaft.
âDude, it feels hot to get stupid. Itâs ok. You like being called a dumbass. Just admit it.â
âMaybe I do,â I said, winking at him, feeling like he could call me that all he wants as long as Iâm the one whoâs turning him on. I felt so hot. I really kind of wanted to grip him in a headlock and get him slurping on my dick right then and there.
âYeah, dumbass? Look at you, you dumb muscle stud. Youâre just another dumb jock guy now.â
âMaybe I am,â I said, stepping closer to Tyler now, pointing my cock straight at him.  âYou like guys like that, donât you?â
âHell yeah I do,â Tyler said, looking at my cock now as I beat off in front of him.
âMmm, fuck yeah you do, bud,â I said, stroking my cock firmly with both hands, taking another step closer to him.  âMade me a big hulking dumbass. How do you like me now, little guy?â
âI fucking love you like this,â Tyler said.
âYeah bud? I love me like this, too. Fuck.. I feel dumb as fuck.â
âAww, hell yeah,â Tyler said, his own hand down his shorts, playing with his own cock too.
âDumb as fuck, man. I can feel it.â
âI can tell, dude. Holy fuck, youâre hot.â
âI am pretty hot, arenât I? Just think about how hot youâll be if you do this, too,â I said. That was an exciting thought to me, the thought of Tyler hulking up to my level and experiencing it for himself.
âAww man,â Tyler said, âmaybe that would be hot.â
âYou know it would,â I said casually. I was getting so close to busting.
âMmm, yeah,â Tyler said then, really jerking himself fast now.
âIâve gotta get off, aww fuck,â I blurted then, and then I was already spurting jets of cum all over Tylerâs face, and he was leaning back on the couch and moaning out loud, beating himself off in his shorts. It took him about half a minute and then he was cumming in his shorts right there, a dark wet stain spreading on them before me.
I laughed.  âDude, look at your shorts! Holy shit!â
For some reason it was hilarious to me.
âTyler, you gotta fucking do this bro, I really want you to do this,â I remember saying later that night, kissing him on the lips, even as scrawny as he was, just because the thought of having the guy who did this awesome shit to me experience it himself would be so hot.
âTyler, dude, we could be boyfriends or fuckbuddies or musclesex buddies or whatever the fuck weâd be if you just do it yourself, too. It feels so fucking good. I just want you to be here like this with me, go through it with me. You have to man. You did this to me so you have to.â
âFuck, ok ok,â Tyler said.  âI mean, seeing you like this, knowing I think itâs hot too⊠well, it is so hot. Let me suck your cock, dude, and Iâll make plans to go through the process myself sometime.
âTomorrow, dude, you have to tomorrow just so you donât overthink this.â
âOk, Iâll start on it tomorrow, damn, I mean thatâs really fast, though.â
âPromise me, Tyler,â I said, leaning down to his him again.  âPlease, promise me. You have to.â
âOk, fuck. Damn. This is crazy but yeah. Youâre hot. How can I deny a guy as hot as you? Itâs just crazy, but I did to this to you. I have fantasied about it a lot myself. And just seeing you now, seeing how amazing this all is, I think I will. I really will, as big of a leap as that is. I promise you.â
Tyler sucked my cock again all that night, and all I could think as I looked down at the scrawny dude sucking my fat dick was that heâd be so much fucking hotter when he actually goes through with this, and that just the thought of him going through with it was so hot that⊠uh, yeah I mean, you know.
I came hard down his throat, pushing his head down on my cock and calling him a dumbass the whole time, said heâs gonna be just another dumb jock dude, and he chugged my whole milkshake, dude.
I tried to think of what it all meant. Dumb wasnât a bad thing. Wasnât it a Nirvana song or something even? A jock, hell, a jock strap was hot and Iâd have to start wearing a lot of them. I could already picture myself in them. And guy, hey, everyoneâs a guy, right. Itâs all good.
âYou have to, dude. You have to,â I said again, and we cuddled up in Tylerâs bed, my huge body wrapped around his scrawny one, lightly feeling up his arms and his legs, thinking about how hot he was gonna be when he gets like me.
âI will,â Tyler said.  âPromise.â
