The International ("Vodka 🇷🇺")
Peter parked his bicycle next to the entrance of the new bar that had opened in his neighborhood, after receiving a coupon for a free drink he decided to give the new place a chance.
Once inside the bar Peter noticed it was fairly empty which was great as he normally felt uncomfortable when surrounded by a lot of people thanks to his insecurity towards his body, he was relatively fat in a country known for being one of the most active and healthy on the planet.
Sadly for Peter, his genetics weren't the best, he normally gained weight rather easily, even when he only ate small portions of food or did exercise constantly.
The only reason he had left his work at home was to get free alcohol, even though Peter didn't really like alcohol at least he was getting it for free.
After much deliberation at the entrance, Peter decided to sit down in a far corner of the bar, once he did a young male waiter approached his table.
The waiter was a complete stud and his muscles strained the uniform he was wearing, Peter tried to not look at him that much but it was pretty much inevitable as his eyes would move from time to time towards the waiter's hidden but sculpted upper body.
-"Hello sir, welcome to The Intentional, here's our selection of drinks for the day"
The waiter put a menu in front of Peter and retrieved from his pocket a little notebook and pen, both of them had the logo of the bar.
As the waiter waited for the order Peter started browsing the menu, at first he was going to order a beer as it was the only type of alcohol he tolerated and liked, instead of that he ended up choosing Vodka.
Once the waiter had written down Peter's order he proceeded to walk away towards where the bartender was preparing drinks and entertaining a small group of customers.
Peter for his part started to closely watch what the bartender was doing, from time to time he would throw a shaker into the air and catch it effortlessly which was somehow very hypnotic.
It was like one of those restaurants where the cooks play with pairs of eggs by throwing them up in the air for the customer's delight until they finally break them on a stove.
Five minutes after Peter had made his order the waiter arrived at his table with a shot of vodka in hand.
The waiter put the small shot of vodka in Peter's table and told him how much he had to pay.
Peter retrieved from his pocket the free drink coupon he had received and gave it to the waiter who proceeded to store it in his pocket after reading it thoroughly.
As Peter looked at the shot of vodka in front of him the waiter walked out of sight.
Now that Peter was all alone he made his first move, he grabbed the glass of vodka and drank a few drops of the translucent liquid.
Once the first drop of Vodka entered Peter's mouth he instantly felt a burning sensation in his tongue and throat which made him cough loudly.
This caught the attention of the other customers in the bar who immediately started looking at every move Peter made.
Because of this Peter's social anxiety went through the roof, he immediately started running towards the bathroom of the bar, once inside he instantly felt more relaxed as he was alone but the burning sensation was still bothering him so he decided to drink some water from the nearby sink.
As the water entered Peter's mouth the burning sensation decreased but then something weird started happening, as the burning sensation decreased in his mouth and throat he felt like other parts of his body started to boil.
A few seconds later Peter's whole body felt like it was in an oven, sweat was flowing from his forehead, and from every pore of his skin as the burning sensation somehow continued to increase second by second.
The burning sensation mostly started to concentrate on Peter's face after a while had passed leaving the rest of his body pretty much unfazed, because of this Peter was leaning against the sink throwing water at his face in a desperate attempt to stop whatever was happening to him.
As the cold water from the sink flowed around Peter's face it slowly started to change, his jaw increased in size, his facial structure narrowed towards the base of his chin and his nose grew substantially, this made him look more Slavic as all of his Western European features had been erased.
With the changes to Peter's facial features completed the heat somewhat decreased but some parts like his cheeks, lips, and chin were still burning, this was because small brown hairs started growing in those areas, a few seconds after these hairs started growing Peter now had a full and healthy beard which only accentuated even more his new Slavic and masculine features.
The burning sensation then concentrated on top of Peter's head, his brown set of hair started to recede into his scalp, his sides became completely faded and the middle part of his hair styled itself into a v-shape.
As the changes to Peter's head subsided the burning sensation started to traverse the entirety of his neck, the only thing that changed here was his adam's apple as it became bigger giving him a new deeper voice.
From here the burning sensation arrived at Peter's small moobs which receded into his chest as the boiling temperatures burned all of the fat in them.
This left Peter with a flat chest which only lasted for a few seconds as two globes of pure muscle expanded outwards forming a pair of exaggeratedly large pecs topped with large pink nipples.
At this point Peter wasn't leaning against the sink anymore, instead, he was looking at himself in the mirror while the burning sensation crawled around his shoulders which made them bigger as new muscle grew in them.
Then the burning sensation finally reached both of Peter's arms, this was followed by loud cracks as his deltoids, biceps and triceps grew to such size that it became harder to distinguish them, because of these rapid changes to Peter's upper body the shirt he was wearing finally caved into the pressure and broke into small pieces.
While these small pieces of Peter's clothes fell to the ground his lower arms started to grow and his hands became rougher as his fingers grew in size.
By the time the burning sensation completely disappeared from both of Peter's arms and the changes in them subsided he was already looking like some type of gorilla in steroids.
But the changes weren't finished yet as the burning sensation went lower through Peter's body until it arrived at his belly which started to become smaller by the second.
Once Peter's belly was gone six bulges of muscle formed in his abdomen which rapidly became a well-defined six-pack.
From here the burning sensation reduced the size of Peter's waist leaving him with a v-shape as it made its way towards his lower body.
Once it had arrived at Peter's pelvic area two things happened, the first was that his two butt cheeks grew until they became two boulders of pure muscle, the second was that his dick grew to ten inches.
Once Peter's dick had stopped growing the burning sensation continued going downwards, when it arrived at Peter's legs the most obvious change was that his thighs and quads increased in size.
Then the burning sensation consumed all of Peter's body, this was because he was slowly growing upwards, once he reached the six feet mark the burning sensation dissipated as his height stopped changing.
The only real burning sensation that was left was around both of Peter's arms, this was followed by the development of colorful tattoos that covered the full length of both of his arms.
Once the tattoos had finished forming Peter's whole body was finally freed from the burning sensation that had changed it.
This allowed Peter to view in better detail his new body, the first thing he observed was his face, it was much more older and even threatening looking.
Peter then looked down at the rest of his body which was pretty exposed as his clothes were a completely destroyed mess.
This clothing situation wouldn't last for long as the pieces of Peter's clothes that were on the floor started to float in the air.
A few seconds later these small pieces started to attach themselves to Peter's shirt and jeans which slowly altered into different versions of themselves.
Peter's shirt became a black tank top that perfectly exposed his new arms and larger shoulders, his jeans became a pair of black shorts and his normal day to day shoes turned into a large pair of black nikes.
Peter looked at his new clothing and then back at himself, even though he didn't look like a homeless bodybuilder anymore his new clothes left little to the imagination as his new huge and tattoo-covered arms were entirely exposed.
Peter at first was a little hesitant but he finally decided to test his new gains, he flexed his new muscled arms and made a very convincing serious expression in the mirror as to better test his new facial features.
This "rude guy" charade ended rather quickly as Peter started smiling at himself, whatever happened to him was a dream which miraculously came true.
As Peter continued to explore his body he now felt more confident about himself, gone was his old fat self that anchored him into a shy and insecure mentality, now that he was a man made out of pure and strong beef he didn't have to prove anything to anybody, his new muscles would do all the talking.
Suddenly a loud bang was heard from the door as two men with a bodybuilder build just like that of Peter's barged into the bathroom.
- «Сергей, какого черта ты так долго? Мы ждали тебя почти полчаса»-"Sergey, what the hell is taking you so long? we've been waiting for you for almost half an hour"
Peter looked at the two men as he processed what he had just been told, he decided to play along and spoke whatever his mind told him.
- «Я иду, просто смотрю в зеркало»-"I'm coming, I was just checking myself in the mirror"
As Peter walked towards the two men he momentarily noticed that he had somehow spoken to them in fluent Russian, he had even responded to the name Sergey which obviously wasn't his.
Once Peter was next to the strange men they started walking out of the bathroom.
Because Peter didn't really have any other option he decided to fallow them, once outside of the bathroom Peter noticed that instead of the exit leading to the bar he was now standing in a soviet looking gym.
Despite this Peter continued to follow both men as they walked towards an area in the back of the gym, as he did he noticed that even though the other men in the gym had huge muscles from head to toe theirs weren't as big as his or the two men he was following.
Finally, after a long walk, the men in front of Peter stopped once they had arrived at a cable row machine.
- «Сергей, ты иди первым, мы уже пользовались этим, пока ты был в ванной» -"Sergey, you go first, we've already used this one while you were in the bathroom"
Peter sat down on the cable rows seat and grabbed the handle which had a cable that connected to five square weights.
What can only be described as muscle memory took control of both of Peter's arms as they started pulling the handle towards him.
Then he let go and pulled the handle towards him again, every time Peter did this repetitive action new memories and attitudes started to imbed themselves in his mind.
He now distinctly remembered being born in the early eighties, his dad was a soviet general who enlisted him in a military academy where he trained his muscles all day long instead of studying, this made him struggle in school a little bit but his dad was always happy to turn a blind eye after all his son was becoming a real man.
Year's after the USSR collapsed a young Sergey joined the army of the new Russian Federation and left it once he turned thirty.
Since then Sergey's daily routine was to work out, fuck with a few women from time to time, and drink crazy amounts of vodka with his best friends.
When Peter's identity was completely erased the two men he was with who he now recognized as his best friends and fellow ex-soldiers Boris and Alexei started to add more weight to the cable.
As the handle became heavier to pull Peter or Sergey as he was now called grunted loudly while his body started to sweat uncontrollably.
After a few more repetitions Sergey got up from the chair and walked with his friend to the bench press, once his turn was up he removed his shirt and laid down on the soft cushion while Boris the tallest of them helped him out.
When Sergey felt completely wasted and tired he stopped and rested on the seat, the combination of adrenaline flowing through his veins and the manly smell of his musk emanating from his pits made him horny.
Sadly Sergey would have to wait a little longer before he could have fun with his new Russian sausage as he still had a long day of exercise with his best friends ahead of him and a long night of heavy drinking with them.
