Kenergy
The last thing Blake ever wanted was yet another meme or TikTok video about the Barbie movie. But it was also the thing he was most expecting. It’d been barely a day after his friend John had dragged him out to the cinema to go see it and just as he expected, the film was a total waste of time.
Whenever the audience laughed, he rolled his eyes and when John told him how much he just ‘wasn’t being fun’, he just told him that the film wasn’t fun. It wasn’t that he hated other people for enjoying the film or that all the stuff he watched was serious, but he just thought the film was overrated, that the men were dumb and the Barbies were boring.
Blake just thought the movie wasn’t for guys like him. He was a straight plain white guy working a corporate job in America, otherwise known as perhaps the most average demographic in the country. He had no long term girlfriend, hated the colour pink and loved Taratino films or something old like Total Recall and The Godfather, when movies ‘were real movies’.
He was a scraggly average looking man who ‘needed to lose a bit of weight’ with thick rimmed glasses and the type of demeanour that said he had no idea what a skincare routine was. The only notable difference were his eye bags and some stress wrinkles. But that’s what a life in middle management could do to a man.
He supposed that he just didn’t get the message and god, he couldn’t stand all the memes that came from it, all the talk of Barbbenheimer or Kenergy was nauseating. All he could hope for was that John and the rest of the internet fell out of love with the film and maybe a part of him hoped it’d fall out of the box office that fast too. For now, he was gritting his teeth and pretending to at least ‘enjoy’ John’s memes, just to be nice as he saw the title of the TikTok he was sent in the next message.
Kenergy Explained…
Blake took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. Why was it that everything on the internet had to be ‘explained’ now? Endings and interpretations were something to be solidified in articles and overedited videos than just left up for discussion. But he supposed that it probably wasn’t that bad, some minute long excited rambling about the film. He thought about just pretending to watch it, giving John a simple ‘lol’ in response. Who even watched TikTok on their computer anyways? But for some reason Blake clicked the link to see the video, telling himself he’d watch it for a bit and then click off and get back to some work or procrastinating or something surely more useful than paying any more attention to anything about that movie..
For a second, it didn’t seem to play, just showing a blank screen before suddenly it launched all at once. Except the video wasn’t some person’s voice going over images of the movie or silent clips in the background, instead it glitched for a moment flashing a pink square before going back to black. Blake rolled his eyes, his phone had been getting slow, maybe the video was deleted or maybe something else was wrong with the app or his internet. But that’s when a burst of sound came along, a binaural droning that dragged on and on as Blake could feel his hands harden. It was as if his phone was an accessory, something to be held in the hands of a doll as his thumb or fingers refused to move, to swipe away or lock the phone or even just to throw it away. It was as if it had all become a part of him and He couldn’t keep his eyes away from the screen and that’s when it began to happen, the pink spiral that was making him feel one thing and one thing only, Kenergy.
Blake didn’t know how he knew or what the feeling was, the thought was as silly as the video he was watching. But that was the thing, he was still watching, only getting the briefest reprieve as he blinked. Yet he couldn’t look away, couldn’t shut his eyes for more than a second as he was ensnared by the pink spiral, so much so that he was leaning even closer to the screen, staring. All he could do was think pink, as dumb as it sounded, making him continue to stare, lips pouting slightly as he began to grow harder.
The Kenergy began with the most obvious place, his face. The once slightly weathered features, marked by a lifetime of office work and stress started to change. His soft jawline began to harden, looking chiselled as it almost seemed like it wasn’t made of human flesh. Instead it was an odd mix, something that looked realistic and felt like skin but it was smoother, cooler and far sharper too. His jawline began transitioning into a more delicate and angular shape that mirrored the chiseled perfection of Ken. The lines that had etched their stories of the stressful work environment on his face gradually faded, replaced by porcelain-like smoothness. Blemishes and imperfections disappeared, leaving behind a radiant visage that seemed almost unreal and yet familiar as his nose extended out, lengthening slightly, lips grew fuller and his eyes sparkled.
His hair, previously unruly and greasy dark brown hair, was the next to succumb to the Kenergy. Strands of hair elongated and stretched, transforming into the sleek, plastic-like tresses of a Ken doll as they slicked back, as if by invisible hands. The color shifted from brown to a vibrant shade of blond, each strand gleaming under the pink glow of the spiral on the screen. Not a single hair dared to stray from its perfectly arranged position; each one fell in harmonious unity with the others, forming a hairstyle that was nothing short of plastic perfection.
The man's eyes, which were behind glasses for most of his life grew wider and brighter, making him almost always appear happy or excited in some way through his gaze alone. The irises transformed into an enchanting shade of blue and long, dark lashes framed his eyes, adding to their newfound allure, making him seem pristine and perfectly handsome, like no detail was going left unchecked, like he was something that was crafted.
His clothing, which had been a simple and practical ensemble before, now shifted into a fashionable outfit that would have made Ken himself proud. A crisp, fitted shirt in a bold shade of blue graced his torso, accentuating his newly streamlined physique. Stylish trousers in a coordinating color clung to his legs, creating a sleek and sophisticated look. But then the shirt had grown shorter, as his body began to inflate with muscle and soon what seemed to be a shirt instead turned into something more akin to a crop top almost, giving a slight tease of his growing abs.
Abs?
Yes, abs.
Blake couldn’t believe it himself as he gasped and moaned, wondering just what was happening to him, but the more he tried to press anything to close the window or turn the computer off, the more his hands began to lengthen and turn plastic. The nails filed down like he had been visiting a manicurist’s.
The transformation continued as Blake’s body underwent subtle changes in proportions. His shoulders broadened while his waist narrowed, creating the classic V-shaped silhouette that was characteristic of Ken. It was unrealistic, but there was nothing realistic about Blake, or rather Ken now as he was more the latter than the former by this point. His arms and legs grew laeaner as his feet followed suit with his hands and began to stretch and grow, getting longer. Every movement he made was filled with a fluid, effortless grace, as if he had been born to embody the charm and sophistication of Ken.
Even his posture shifted, once slouched forward on the chair like he almost always was with work, too close to the screen, instead he began to sit upright. It was as if his body was being posed, the way that he moved, like a talented guy doing a mannequin impression on stage, body moving like a doll as his back straightened and his fingers curled naturally like they were made out of plastic.
As the transformation continued a sheen adorned his skin, sculpting it, making it even more plastic like as Balze sat up, adopting the confident and charismatic stance that was synonymous with Ken.
His shoulders were held back, and his chin was lifted slightly, no longer would he be looking down or avoiding gazes, instead always confident, even when all eyes were on him. It was as if he had stepped straight out of a Barbie dream world, a living, breathing embodiment of the charming and stylish Ken.
But the transformation did not stop at his physical appearance. As he looked into the mirror, he felt a profound shift within himself. His demeanor became more upbeat and optimistic, mirroring the cheerful personality of Ken. He couldn't help but smile, his lips curving into a perfect, dazzling grin that could melt hearts.
“F-Fuck what is…like happening to me?” With each passing moment, Blake felt more and more like Ken from the Barbie film. His voice took on a smooth quality and began to turn into a Cali accent, sounding like a typical himbo as the biggest changes were yet to happen. His cock. The more he tried to focus, the more he realised that he could feel his cock sinking wetly back into his crotch, as if his crotch was like quicksand, something wet and moulded taking in his cock and making him feel pleasure ricochet through his system before his crotch smoothed over. “O-Oh my fuck, no please I…feel so hot hehe.”
His laughter was infectious as he giggled, voice taking on a slightly more airy quality that absorbed the essence of Ken's charm and charisma.
It was almost too much to bear and he knew that he was going to explode with pleasure. IT felt like all the mass that had sunk in from any fat or his cock was now adding to his ass and the more his ass inflated, the more pleasure he could feel. It was as if the more IQ he was losing as he continued to grow more horny. All he could think about was life in Barbieland, the cars, the houses, the products that he were using for his hair and all the fashion, as well as the amazing dance numbers he loved to do and all the men he loved to toy around with.
He giggled, thinking the pun was so clever and for such a himbo it was as there was nothing left to do, the computer was so inactive now that the monitor went straight to black, giving a faded mirror, giving him a view of who he had become.
Names like Ryan Gosling, celebrities, films, all flitted around what was left of Ken’s mind but that wasn’t important. All he could do was look down at his ripped jeans that had turned into what looked like denim shorts and sandals, unable to resist unzipping the shorts to rub his wet plastic crotch. It was like clay in his hands, like he was making pottery as he couldn’t help but rub at it and finally, gave into the overload of pleasure.
If he could cum, he was sure he would spray it across the room to the wall behind the computer and all over the monitor, but all he could do was wrack with pleasure, shutting his eyes as bliss took over. It was enough for reality to shift and have his room turn into his beautiful pink Malibu mansion as the room shifted to his bedroom and his computer was erased from programs for work and history, to fun games and entertainment for Ken to use. That’s who he was now, just Ken and with how much pleasure he was feeling, that’s all he ever wanted to be.
After cumming his old self away, Ken smiled, still Blake but different, merged and happy as he looked down at himself.
With a newfound sense of excitement, Ken was ready to go back to Barbieland and be the best Ken he could be. After all, he was just so full of Kenergy and he was sure other men who read that amazing story would be too.
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