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[musclegrowth-12]

mathieu.sport

[salmonskinrolltf]

An artsy, pretentious hipster whose Instagram is all black-and-white photography (he hates the shallowness of social media, but it's the only way for his art to reach the people) opens it to post yet another masterpiece...

...Only to find that his profile has been replaced by a wall of thirst traps from exactly the kind of guy he most looks down on: some totally basic gym gay, with plenty of muscles but nothing behind the eyes, flexing and showing off his armpits. Huh?

[This Quick and Dirty story was written by a human (me) based on a prompt that was previously sent to generative AI. I wrote it in one uninterrupted stream-of-consciousness flow with a hard time limit of 20 minutes. It is not perfect. No edits have been made, except to correct typos. Feel free to use my asks to send me more prompts!]

My name is Devlin, and I’m a photographer. My ex-boyfriend, who is also my best friend and my business partner for a coffee pop-up we’re trying to get off the ground, says I should share more of my photography online. He says it will help me build a “following.” I don’t know why I’m expected to bend over backwards to cater to the lowest-common-denominator tastes of social media, but he’s right.

I’ve been posting my black-and-white photography on Instagram for a few months now, and I’ve already gotten a few pieces in galleries because of it.

So I heave a sigh at the necessary evil as I open Instagram to upload my newest piece, a self-portrait titled “A Quandary of Nature.”

I’m just about to hit the button to upload a new image when I notice that my profile picture in the corner looks different. I click on it and my whole profile pops up. I see my name and username, so I’m clearly still logged in, but I must have been hacked or something. All the photos I posted are gone, replaced by a series of inane selfies from some muscled-up influencer-looking guy who looks dumb as a bag of bricks. He looks like probably calls these images “content.” It makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.

In the most recent image, he’s showing off his armpits.

He’s also showing them off in the next one. And the one after that. And the one after that… And so on. I scroll and scroll until I hit the bottom, where there’s an image of a visibly younger version of the hunk… showing off his armpits.

What is it with striking the same pose over and over again? I get that he’s probably figured out armpits are good for engagement or something, but I fear that he simply doesn’t have the vision to come up with more creative shots. Watching this page is like seeing art and culture stagnate before my eyes.

Clearly I’ve been hacked. I’m not very familiar with the Instagram interface, but I’m sure there must be a way to report hacking. I click around to try and find it, and I accidentally open the camera, revealing an image of myself and the wall behind me.

And something is… changing. My bleached hair is slowly losing its color, fading back to my natural brown as it rearranges into a shorter, trendier cut that falls in choppy waves over my forehead. My glasses disappear. My cheekbones rise, my jaw straightens, and my eyes dull, both in color and in vibrance.

I assume this is one of those weird in-app things that Instagram people insist are called “filters,” because why make up a new word when you can steal one from the photography lexicon that already means something?

But when I reach up to touch my forehead, I can feel the hair rustling against it. The arm I’ve raised also looks swollen, like it's been stung by a whole hive of bees. I look away from my phone and down at my arm, which is growing meatier by the second, swelling to what must be four times its original size.

A quick glance to my left shows that the same thing is happening with my other arm. And a glance down shows… nothing. My pecs have already swelled to such a mountainous size that I can’t see anything past them. But I pat my stomach, which is now tight and muscular. My thighs are, too.

Fuck. Somehow, I’ve instantly transformed into a gym-honed tool, who - to be honest - looks exactly like the guy from those Instagram photos. The one difference is that I still have my mustache. I know I should be freaking out, but something is dulling my reactions and all I can think about is how glad I am to still have my mustache. It feels like a connection to the real me. Proof that I am still myself, at my core, even if I look totally different.

I am still an artistic, intelligent guy with great taste who… Wait, what am I doing?

My elbow is sticking straight up in the air, as if I’m trying to show off my armpit, even though I’m wearing a shirt.

I snap a photo. I don’t know why. I just do. I’m a photographer. It’s only natural, I guess.

But fuck, I just took a thirst trap selfie that looks exactly like every other photo in the goddamn library that got hacked onto my account!

But also… I look fucking hot. With my finger, I trace the unimaginably huge bulge of my biceps, my strong, stubbled jaw… I accidentally hit post.

In shock, I close out of Instagram and throw my phone across the room. I look at myself in the mirror and strike a double-armpit pose. Fuck! What’s wrong with me?

When I do it, my brain goes fuzzy for an instant, giving me a strangely pleasurable feeling. My dick chubs up in my pants.

I raise my left arm. The fuzzy feeling comes back, and my dick rises to full mast. I raise my right to join it, and my brain tingles like I’m getting a blow job while eating an ice cream cone. I feel… fucking good, man.

Wait, no. This isn’t me. I snap out of it and grab my phone. I open my photography app, make sure to use the black-and-white option (the only option, in my opinion), and try to take a selfie at a fun, unique angle that proves how artful and smart I am. I hold the camera low, and…

This is how it turns out.

At least my armpits aren’t out.

After I hit “post,” I raise both arms again, out of habit, and feel my brain instantly obliterated by fuzziness. I feel so good I cum in my pants, even. By the time I lower my arms, I’ve forgotten what I was so worried about.

All I can think about is how goddamn good I look, and how I need the world to share in the joy that is my beautiful body.

I change and take a another picture, to bank some content for later.

[mucleinmovement]

[47flavors]

[beautifulsexymens]

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[fractured-memory]

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[storytelllller]

Ha! Genius is an understatement for what I’ve achieved.

I always knew my experiment would succeed—how could it not, with my intellect driving it? But even I, in the deepest chambers of my brilliance, never anticipated perfection like this. Not just success, but an immaculate symphony of transformation. My brother Chase's towering musculature, his unyielding bones, his boundless stamina, his turbocharged metabolism, his very genetic excellence—are now mine. Completely and irrevocably mine.

Chase. The name itself carries a shadow over my existence. My younger brother, radiating everything I could never possess: the sculpted physique of a demigod, the rugged jawline and symmetrical features that draw eyes like moths to flame, and the kind of power—both physical and social—that bends the world to his will. He’s no ordinary high school student. Standing seven feet tall with a body so perfectly chiseled that even Michelangelo would weep at the sight, Chase is a local legend. A star athlete adored by everyone, a bodybuilding champion who dominates with overwhelming ease, and—unlike me—a natural genius to boot.

And then there’s me. The older brother, the forgotten shadow. A college student scraping through life at a meager five feet, my frame as brittle and thin as a dried twig. My face, a jumble of awkward angles that repel rather than attract. Invisible to the world. Overlooked even by my parents. No one ever said it, but I could see it in their eyes: Chase was the son they celebrated, and I was… the other one. I hated him for it. Envy coursed through my veins like a slow poison, coiling tighter with every accolade he received.

I tried to change. Oh, how I tried. I sweated and strained through grueling workouts, endured the stinging barbs of rejection, and begged the universe for even a fraction of what came so effortlessly to Chase. But no matter how hard I fought, reality would slap me back into place. I was meant to be small, weak, unremarkable. Chase was destined for greatness.

Or so the world thought.

There was one thing Chase couldn’t match: my mind. While his brawn conquered stadiums, my intellect prowled in the shadows, piecing together answers to questions no one dared to ask. I turned to science, immersing myself in the mysteries of biology, genetics, and biomechanics. I started with the dream of body swaps, obsessing over the notion of transferring my consciousness into Chase’s body. But even with my brilliance, I hit a wall. The laws of nature were unyielding—consciousness transfer was impossible.

So, I pivoted. If I couldn’t move my mind into Chase’s body, what if I moved his body to me? Not wholesale, but piece by piece. Muscle to muscle. Bone to bone. Stamina for stamina. Metabolism for metabolism. Even his genetic superiority—could I transfer it, one molecular thread at a time, and trade it for my own wretched inheritance? The idea consumed me, and I delved deeper, testing, calculating, designing.

Finally, I cracked it. The key was speed—a transfer so instantaneous it would occur in less than a nanosecond. Any slower, and the process would collapse in catastrophic failure. But I solved that problem. Of course, I did. I’m a genius.

In the dim solitude of my basement, I built the machines: two cylindrical chambers of reinforced glass, humming with the power of a thousand breakthroughs. One for me, one for him. I just needed a way to lure Chase into the trap. That, too, was child’s play. A few words about testing his endurance and—bam!—he was locked inside.

The experiment commenced. Lights blazed, circuits screamed, and in a heartbeat, it was done.

Now, standing here in my new body, I am overwhelmed. Look at these arms! The sinewy biceps and thickened bones that once belonged to Chase now pulse with life beneath my skin. I feel the raw, primal power coiling in my chest, the rhythm of muscles that bulge with every breath. My abs—a symphony of ten flawless ridges—are carved from the very essence of Chase’s perfection. My legs, my calves, even… yes, even that. Everything Chase once had is now mine. Mine to wield, mine to relish, mine to admire.

I can feel the energy coursing through me, a fire that burns brighter with every heartbeat. It’s not just the muscles. I’ve taken his stamina, his hyper-efficient metabolism, and his genetic blueprint. This body is not just powerful—it’s self-sustaining, designed to thrive with minimal effort. And the face! Oh, the face. Symmetry, sharpness, and an allure I’ve never known are now mine.

As for Chase? Where did my frailty go? Where did my brittle bones, my threadbare muscles, my sluggish metabolism vanish? They found a new home—in his body. He now bears the weight of the inferiority I carried for so long.

Standing at seven feet tall, I am no longer the overlooked older brother. I am the alpha, the apex, the heavyweight college student who commands attention. Chase, now reduced to a five-foot shadow, is nothing more than a hollow remnant of what he once was.

The roles have reversed. The world is mine to conquer. And Chase? Chase will learn what it feels like to disappear.

[subformuscularalpha]

Fuck, bro, look how big I'm getting. Look at those massive arms. I measured them yesterday — they're 18 inches. What? How big are yours? 14,5? Hahahah, yeah, seems like I'm a 'big bro' now...

[dewesker1998]

Being a introvert

The morning finally came and it was time for Will still Tacitus to wake up for his first day of work as Tacitus.

Will woke up yawning as he stretched his limbs in bed and as his eyes blur begin to clear he saw that Simon was gone already.

Will then proceeds to think to himself,

“Last night was something else, the sex was amazing. I would have never imagined myself as a top or dominant as an introvert no less and usually I bottom. I guess this introvert had it in him to do that and he sure is a sexual initiator when he wants to be.”

After this, Will then proceeds to prepare to get ready for Tacitus job at the PD by showering, combing his hair and brushing his teeth. When all this was done, he dressed up in his Sergant uniform after spraying cologne over himself and when all dressed up, he went downstairs to make a quick breakfast and protein shake(no dairy) before heading out the door to make it at the office.

After finally arriving, he made it in the office. The sight for Will was a bit amazed but also tried to maintain his composure, for he never imagined working in a police station much less as a Sergeant who in charge of a group.

Will as Tacitus made it to his office room and using Tacitus knowledge of how his job works was able to get the papers out and review cases that still need to be solved.

It wasn’t long before his higher up Commander came to his office saying,

“It good to have you back as always Sergant Tacitus.” said Commander.

Yes sir, said Tacitus.

“I need you to solve a certain case, it been running the city wild for months, the killer kills couples by luring them to areas, said the Commander:

How are they doing this, if I may ask, said Tacitus.

I don’t know exactly and I can’t give much info, you have a special expertise for understanding the psychology of these couple killers or whatever they are, but I will note that they tend to kill more so around gay bars, but not how they manage to lure them or even get them to leave the bar, said the commander.

So what do you need me to do, said Tacitus.

Well I need you to go find these killers before they strike again and possibly before this weeks end. I will also have a group of officers to back you up and of course on of your closest officer as well.

I wish you luck, Sergant, said Commander.

Yes sir, said Will (Tacitus).

Not long after the Commander left, Will started to think,

Wow, first day and I already have an important task to solve immediately. Good thing I have Tacitus mind to guide me on what to do.

I literally am starting to understand how Shazam feels, it’s like being a kid with the knowledge of a god, but in this case it an introvert.

Not long after, one of his officers came into the office.

Hello Sergant, said the officer.

What’s your name officer, said Will(Tacitus).

Um, Sergant, I’m one of your main back up officers Nick, said Nick.

Of course, Officer Nick, ahah.

They then went to the police car to talk about the case.

What do you know so far from the intel you gather, said Tacitus.

Yes Sergant, we noticed that they somehow manage to get the victims, probably through seduction to leave the bar by choice to go somewhere, mainly a private place or room and then leave them dead outside. I also note that most of these cases have wheel marks in there neck so a syringe is used maybe a tranquilizer, said Nick as he went to get a drink of water thirsty from the hot weather.

Well, from what I can gather, they always go to gay bars and they tend to target gay men, this is definitely men who might be homosexual, and gay bars are popular here, says Tacitus.

So what’s your plan, Sergant, said Nick.

We may need to go undercover, I would say watch outside, but seeing how they are stealthy we need a better plan, paused Tacitus(Will) for a moment.

(A light bulb went off in Tacitus(Will) head)

I hope your open to sexuality or at least bi-curious, cause tonight we’re going to a gay bar, said Will(Tacitus) lightly joking.

That’s a good way to catch him, Sergant, but wouldn’t be to obvious if we we’re there in our uniforms, said Nick.

Don’t you know not to question your Sergant, Nick.

We’re going to blend in, said Tacitus(Will).

After this, they left to go scope the area and all it’s possible exits as well as the best distance to be from the building to watch.

Hours passed to night time and the gay bar was finally open.

As the night for the killer began, they were all ready to go undercover.

As Nick came into the bar he saw his Sergant dress in a classy white shirt and black pants sitting confidently with his arms crossed.

Wow, Sergant, you surely take pride in every role of your job, said Nick.

You damn right I do, said Nick.

They then discuss the plan going forth as they head to the bar to get drinks while watching the surrounding undercover.

So what’s the plan Sergant, said Nick.

The plan is to take more of an active role at the same time we observe. We are gonna blend in as we are and see when they come, if any suspicious activity takes place, said Tacitus.

This could take all night sense they would do it when they are barely noticed during the drinking and dancing, said Nick.

As the night passed and it got later, Nick and Tacitus(Will), took a bit of a more active role by dancing to music and drinking some alcohol, but only to where they could still do there jobs.

Eventually, they got a bit tired of the dancing and decided to sit down.

Weh, that was pretty fun wasn’t it, said Tacitus trying to gauge Nick.

Yeah, I guess, said Nick casually.

Why guess, you’ve been to better bars before, said Tacitus(Will).

I’m not really a party person per say, I mean I’ve been but usually because I followed my friends, but I would usually be on the side, observing, said Nick.

Yeah, I feel that, I more of a small group and relationship kinda guy, business oriented.

What about you, have you had any relations, said Tacitus(Will).

No sir, said Nick.

Are you thinking about any say, open to possibilities, said Tacitus(Will) said vaguely.

Well,- haha, it’s silly really, said Nick nervously as he turned as his cheeks blushed red.

Well what, you can trust me, we’re the only people here, said Tacitus as he touched Nick shoulder for closeness and comfort.

Well, it’s actually you Sergant, said Nick.

Oh, uh, said Tacitus(Will) with complete shock of amazement.

Well, what do you find so interesting in me, said Tacitus(Will).

Well Sergeant, your tall, fit and in elite fitness guy. You are very structured and routine always taking care of yourself and it shows not just in the way you do your job, but also in your appearance, your highly devoted to your incentive and progress not delaying for a minute.

Your basically the ideal man done right. Your very self controlled in your emotions, you do care but don’t show it, like how you treat those who are close to you.

I know that to others you may appear intimidating and probably rude, but your just protecting your emotional energy only giving it wisely to those you view safe or necessary, said Nick.

Why would you think that I would guard my emotions and appear like I’m invulnerable, said Tacitus(Will) curiously.

You understand the world better than most, but you don’t feel a need to show or seek attention, you only share your opinions with those you feel have depth and understanding.

You don’t try to be rude, not intentionally but people view it this way, so eventually you learn to not care what others think, which whether you know it or not, makes you appear like a god among men that people wish they could be, said Nick.

Wow, I never thought of myself that way, said Tacitus. Before the conversation could continue, a scream was heard from a room in the gay bar.

Did you hear that, said Nick.

Yea there’s a scream upstairs let’s hurry, I think we found our killers, said Tacitus as he and Nick ran upstairs.

Before the two men could even stick the syringe to their necks, they barged through the doors.

Freeze we have you surrounded, said Tacitus(Will).

Feeling cornered, they pushed the victim aside and attempted to rush the officer.

Now the officer did not bring there weapons and in order to blend they kept them outside.

As the man came toward Tacitus, his fighter instincts started to kick in and he started grabbing both men by the hand that held the syringe and squeezed there pressure points till they lose grip strength to drop the syringe and pushed one to the side and begin to cuff the other.

Nick was behind Tacitus and when he heard one that was pushed aside make a thud noise, he rushed through with no second to spare and aided in cuffing him.

After this, Tacitus then called for back up to take them to the police car and have them arrested thus ending there spree as the couple killer for tonight.

Take them back to the cells for tonight, we’ll get them in jail in the morning when the higher up gets back in the morning, said Tacitus.

Hey Sergeant, all is good, said Nick.

Yes they are all token care of, good job Nick, I’m very proud of you, said Tacitus.

Now what Sergeant, said Nick.

No, we’re good, you can take it easy , you worked hard enough, said Tacitus as he gave a warm comforting pat on Nick shoulder.

But before he could step in his car to get back to the office and go home,

“Hey Nick, said Tacitus.

Yes sir, said Nick.

I know this is unprofessional, but do you want to come over and meet me at my house after work, said Tacitus(Will).

Yes sir, I would like to, said Nick with a feeling that he was lighter on his feet like he could fly.

And so after they finished there business at the office, they drove over to Tacitus’s house sometime later that night and begin getting comfortable.

They began to talk and laugh together about old memories of their personal and work life together up to that point while enjoying a glass of wine. Will begins to think to himself as they talked,

“It was a beautiful sight, you would never picture how an introvert could go from a stoic cold front to an open and warm extrovert personality.”

As the night continued, they began to become more closer and comfortable on a “spiritual and personal level”. Not only were they sitting close like “two peas in a pod”, but as the night went on, a spark of passion begin to ignite in them, a spark that one would get when two people feel like they understand each other in a way words can’t, silence would surround and action would have to prove.

That spark was a passion that could no longer be contained and it showed as they began to kiss. It escalated to tongue kissing, and as things usually go forth, they begin to take off each other shirts and as Tacitus(Will) proceeds to pick up Nick and carry him to his room, they begin to kiss one another from their head down to there chest.

When they finally made it to Tacitus room, he then lays Nick on his back as both finishes taking off the remaining clothes.

When done, Tacitus then takes the lead as he makes his way towards Nick, who is already signaling what he wants next turn toward the bed.

Tacitus(Will) took the signal and began the next round as pushed Nick on his stomach and plunges his hard and erect cock into his hole.

As Tacitus plunges his cock in and out, moans of pleasure that came from both of them filled the room.

Tacitus while this is going on, slowly closes down on Nick and starts kissing around his neck going toward his face, eventually both are kissing each others lips.

After a while, they begin to reach the point of climax and not able to contain it any longer. With tension increasing so much that one could here the sounds of heart beats, both began to cum at the same time, Nick over the bed and his abs and Tacitus let loose in filling Nick’s hole, which only made him cum again.

Both spent and drain from all the sexual energy spent begin to lay down, wrapped into each embrace, not just by their bodies, but a strong bond of kindred spirits.

As the dusk of the morning slowly rose, while both were still asleep, Will begins to exit out of Tacitus’s mouth in his astral form back into his human one.

“Man, that was one of my best experiences in all my possession and I’ve never been an introvert before, this has been a good experiment and I will definitely write about this one in one of my stories. After all the best one are the ones you experienced yourself, haha, said Will as he looked over Tacitus and Nick lustfully.

Nick then got Tacitus phone already knowing his code unlocks it and takes a picture of them to send to his phone as he tries to lustfully and discreetly hide his boner.

Aftermath(Conclusion)

When Will was about to sneak out, a voice came out and said,

Hey, said Tacitus with a demanding tone.

Will then turn around slowly in shock.

Your that guy from the gym, said Tacitus.

No, you confused me with someone else, said Will.

“You also been in my body these past few days, I’m not mad, I’m actually kinda of glad you did, you took the extra mile to know me better and I also got a chance to better see the people around me and understand my psychology.

Maybe I underestimated you, you’re a socially intelligent guy”, said Tacitus.

Ah, no problem man, said Will.

You can call me your friend Will, and I will gladly train with you at the gym if you ever want a gym buddy, said Tacitus.

Hehehe, really, thanks bro, said Nick trying to contain his excitement.

Also, I know you really enjoy being in me, if you like, perhaps we can hang out or you can get inside me again,

I could really use your social skills to be better at communicating with others, said Tacitus.

Bet, I would love that whenever your down with it, Tac, said Nick.

So thanks to a mutual understanding of one another(as well as the power of possession hehe) and respect, a relationship was formed between two different worlds merged into one.

[cooldude27487]

The Meeting

Andrei found himself in yet another painful meeting at work, he had already caused trouble in the past for comparing about how boring the meetings were, so he knew he had to be on his best behaviour so he wouldn’t upset his boss. This was starting to become difficult though, he had bought a new protein powder from a strange website and something wasn’t sitting right in his stomach.

30 minutes go by and the boss still hasn’t gotten to the point of the meeting and Andrei was feeling a lot worse, the room started feeling physically smaller, he felt claustrophobic in his own shirt.

It was only when his giant biceps ripped through his sleeves he realised something was very wrong. He was panicked but tried to stay quiet. There was only 10 minutes left to sit through and nobody was looking up from their notes, he just needed to not draw attention to himself.

Fate had over plans, his now giant body pressed against the people sat next to him and suddenly everyone was looking at him.

His boss shouted “I don’t know what sort of weird prank you’re pulling here Andrei, but this is the last straw. GET OUT”. Andrei barely noticed this though, he was putting all his energy into resisting the muscle growth.

When we walked out the office and admired his new body he realised that maybe he didn’t need this job after all. Perhaps some more of that protein powder would get him a new career…

[jockdumboy]

yo like uh hey bros n uh all u normie dudes still stuck in ur smart lil heads out there whats good haha 💪😵‍💫

u wanna start gettin retardid like me here’s exactly what u gotta do evry single day no excuses 24/7 365 like i said before this aint a kink its a whole lifestyle bruh

first get rid of all the smart crap that feeds ur head info. delete every news app, unfollow all politics n science n whatever normie shit u follow. no more podcasts, no youtube vids that teach u stuff, no readin articles. like poof gone.

then fix ur algorithm right now. only follow dumb jock stuff: gym bros liftin, bodybuildin tips, football highlights, hot guys n girls flexin n partyin, whatever ur into. scroll instagram n tiktok for hours till ur feed is nothin but gains, asses, abs n hype music. that’s it.

while ur in the middle of doin ANYTHING pull ur phone out n scroll. like cookin? scroll. studyin? scroll. takin a shit? scroll. waitin in line? scroll. u gotta train ur brain to never focus for more than 10 seconds.

every time u feel a smart thought comin just open tiktok n let it melt away. do this nonstop n ur attention span will be completely destroyed in like a week. head empty, no thoughts, just vibes n gains n horny shit.

blast dumb jock hypnoes or goon audios in ur ears when u can. even during gym time.

edge for hours to porn instead of quick nuttin

play super simple phone games n just tap mindlessly for hours

repeat dumb mantras out loud like “head empty muscles big” when a smart thought pops up

only talk in short bro sentences n use tons of uhh n like n never read anything longer than a caption

do this shit every day n ur attention span gets completely destroyed in like a week. head empty no thoughts just vibes n gains n horny shit.

[misctf]

Be-PrEP-ared

"How much longer is this gonna take?" Ethan shifted, pretending to look interested. He had an exam coming up and a hundred places he’d rather be, but the man across from him only grew more animated by the second.

"So we came up with our slogan, 'Be PrEPared.'" The man practically beamed. "The boys in marketing really outdid themselves, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Ethan caught his mind wandering and forced a smile. "I'm happy to be involved. I think population health is undervalued."

"Preach, babe." The man snapped his fingers.

Ethan grinned internally. The guy was eating out of his hand, and Ethan knew it wasn't just his answers. From the tone to blatantly checking him out, this guy fit every gay stereotype Ethan knew. What could he say? The gays loved him.

"But enough about me," the man laughed, leaning forward. "Tell me about you, hun. Why join our campaign?"

Ethan’s smile widened. He could tell the truth: he didn't give a shit about population health. He wanted a cushy specialty, and residency directors liked well-rounded resumes.

"Well, I think this is a great opportunity to support..." Ethan trailed off as the man raised a skeptical eyebrow. "...support marginalized groups. Happy to help de-stigmatize this stuff."

The man stared, then broke into a grin. "Oh my God, you're adorable."

Ethan let out an awkward chuckle. "That's a first." When the silence stretched into uncomfortable territory, he leaned in. "Look, I'd be good at this. Promise you won't regret bringing me on board."

The man tapped a finger against his chin. "Hmmm..." Really? Had this guy even looked at his résumé? This wasn't exactly a difficult decision, "Who would you prescribe PrEP to?" He finally asked.

"Uh…" Ethan wasn't expecting that. "Guys who sleep around, I guess." He paused, catching himself. "You know what I mean. Gay guys. Men who have sex with men."

"And would you use PrEP?"

"Uh, no." The answer shot out too quickly. The man’s eyebrow climbed, "I mean, I'm not the target demographic," Ethan corrected with a nervous laugh. "Nothing against it, but I'm not looking for sex with other men."

The man studied him for a beat, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, Ethan, I think we're gonna get along just fine."

"So that's a yes?"

"Oh, babe. That's absolutely a yes."

The tension left Ethan's shoulders. Perfect. One more line for the application. "Awesome. I appreciate the opportunity."

"We're excited to have you." The man reached beneath his desk and pulled out a small BePRePared tote bag. "Take this, hun."

"What's in it?"

"Everything you'll need for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

The man's grin somehow widened. "Don't you worry. We'll be in touch."

-----------------

"That took longer than I thought." Ethan returned to his apartment, tossed the BePRePared tote bag onto the couch, and sat at his desk to study, "Fuck, I'm behind."

He stared at his digital flashcards, trying to prepare his best for his upcoming exam. But the text blurred. He blinked and stared at the card.

"What the hell?" He knew the answer to this, or at least he did yesterday. A suffocating brain fog rolled over him, as a dull ache started behind his eyes. His mind went completely blank, "Am I getting sick?"

Shoving himself away from the desk, he ran his hands through his hair. His neat trim felt dense, curling thickly between his fingers. He paused and ran his hand through his hair again, slower this time.

"How...?" Suddenly, the room tilted and sweat broke out across Ethan’s forehead, his joints throbbed, "Shit..." He couldn't afford to get sick, not when he had his first gig with BePrEPared tomorrow. The thought made him stop, "What am I thinking? Must be the fever... fucking with my head... Need water..."

He stumbled toward the kitchen and reached for a glass, barely noticing the fabric of his sleeve straining against his growing bicep. He quickly chugged his water, and froze when he wiped his chin. There was thick, rough stubble there. As if he hadn't shaved in a week.

"Fevers can... cause... hallucinations." He reasoned, although his thoughts were coming slower now, "Need... sleep..."

The room spun and his temperature spiked as he stumbled over towards the couch. He weakly pulled his scrub top off and threw it aside, his palms brushing through the thick, dark mat of body hair sprouting across his chest. But he barely recognized any of this, as his vision blurred and body grew weaker. He grabbed the tote bag on the couch and dropped it to the ground, the contents spilling out.

"What the fuck is this?" Ethan muttered, his voice dropping an octave, settling deeper. He felt a surge of irritation. This was a joke. They couldn't be serious. He was a medical student, for God's sake, not a...

Yet, as he stared at the blue speedo, his mind drifted to thinking about the happy, muscular campaign ambassadors he remembered seeing on the website. No exams. No residency stress. Just having fun and being noticed.

"Must be nice..." He fell onto the couch, and wiped sweat away from his forehead, "Fuck..." He smiled weakly, "I bet I’d look good in that Speedo." he thought.

He blinked, horrified by his own thought. Where had that come from? He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, but the movement only triggered a vicious wave of nausea.

"This isn't… a normal virus," he muttered. The words felt clumsy on his tongue, "Something's... wrong... with me..."

Ethan's hands drifted across his torso, tangling in the growing, dense dark body hair that was spreading now across his stomach. Beneath the coarse mat, his pectorals had swollen into heavy, solid shelves of muscle, hard and burning to the touch. He squeezed his own chest, a delirious, breathless laugh escaping him as his thumb traced over a newly sensitive, hyper-reactive nipple. He pinched it, and a sharp, slutty jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to his groin.

"Fuck," Ethan groaned, "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

The room was spinning now and he was starting to see things that he knew shouldn't be there. He saw Joshua, sitting and smirking in the corner of the room.

"You're... not here." He slurred, "Leave me... alone..."

He closed his eyes tightly, and the hallucination of Joshua blurred and shifted. He was suddenly surrounded by nameless men crowding over the couch. He could feel them. Their heavy, rugged palms gripping his broadened shoulders, rough fingers digging greedily into his newly full, heavy ass, squeezing his thickening muscles. With a grunt, he flipped onto his stomach, and arched his ass.

"Ah... fuck..." Ethan groaned, drool leaking from his mouth. He whimpered as he felt something press against his exposed hole, "Pl...Please..."

His hand slithered past the tight elastic of his boxers, wrapping around a cock that was longer, thicker, and harder than it had ever been. He began to pump it in a frantic, heavy rhythm, his muscular thighs flexing with every stroke. He didn't care about the exam. He didn't care about residency. He just wanted to be a dumb, hot object. He wanted to be used.

“Would you use PrEP, babe?” Joshua’s voice echoed in his head.

"Wh-why... would... I?" Ethan moaned, "I'm... not... Oh... fuck..." He gagged suddenly as he felt the heavy pressure of a thick cock pushing deep into his throat, stretching his jaw and cutting off his breath, while another massive, rigid shaft slammed brutally up his ass, "Th... this isn't... real..." He thought, even as his jaw ached.

Every thrust of the thick, veiny shaft plugging his throat made his eyes water as he gagged. Simultaneously, he felt his ass being stretched wider as the skin-on-skin pounding drove his lower body forward, burying his face deeper into the cushions with each wet, heavy slap.

“What’s the doctor word for... not breathing?” he tried to ask himself, “Can't... think of it. Mind... fuzzy. So heavy.”

The ambient hum of his laptop fan and the quiet of the night vanished, completely replaced by a deep, thumping electronic base that vibrated directly through the cushions beneath his chest. His brain couldn't quite process the switch. Even the clinical definitions of auditory hallucinations felt too distant, too complicated to grasp.

“Music?” Ethan thought, his cognitive processing slowing to a crawl. “Music... nice... feels good...”

Even the scent of the room was suddenly different. A thick, heavy cloud of cologne, raw male sweat, and latex filled his lungs with every desperate, choking gasp.

“Smells... good,” the simple thought drifted lazily through his mind, “Warm. Thick. Smells like... men. Sex."

He let out a choked gasp as the cock went deeper down his throat. Panicking with what little logical faculty he had left, Ethan whipped his hands upward, fully intending to push away whatever hallucination was blocking his airway and clamping his jaw open.

“Get it out... need to study... am a doctor...”

But instead of empty air, his palms connected firmly with hot, sweaty flesh. The solid, moving hips of a man rhythmically thrusting down his throat.

“No... Wha...? Not a dream? Real. Big. So big. In my mouth. Up my ass.”

He reached out desperately, trying to find leverage, but instead his thicker palms and fingers clamped directly around two pulsing, rigid cocks. His broadened shoulders flexed automatically as his palms wrapped tight, his fingers squeezing the thick shafts as he began to stroke them in a frantic, heavy rhythm. His body knew exactly what to do, even if his brain could no longer define it.

“Stroke them... make them feel good,” his dumbed-down thoughts hummed, completely content to abandon his studies. “Good boy. Do what they want. Just a hot object.”

The thumping music grew louder, accompanied by the rapid, rhythmic click-whir of a professional camera shutter and deep, masculine groans of approval close to his ears.

"Look at him take it," a deep, gravelly voice chuckled right above him. "The new guy's an absolute natural."

Flash. Flash.

An intense, blinding glare of white-hot light penetrated right through his closed eyelids. The searing heat radiating against his skin wasn't a fever spike anymore; it was the burning warmth of professional studio lighting hanging directly overhead.

Ethan’s eyes snapped open.

He wasn't in his apartment. No, he was pinned face-down on a leather sofa in the center of a roaring photography studio. He could see his reflection in a mirror. Bulkier, hairier... sexier... sporting a toy stethoscope over his hair-covered chest and a tiny blue Speedo that was completely soaked through.

"Oh my gawd..." He thought, eyes watering.

A tall, rugged model stood over him, holding Ethan's face up by a tight fist in his thick, curly hair as he slid deep into Ethan’s throat. Behind him, a massive, tatted model was burying himself ruthlessly into Ethan’s expanded, aching glutes, slamming his hips forward with a heavy, wet slap. To his left and right, two more models leaned over the couch, grinning down at him as Ethan’s large, rough hands rapidly pumped them.

"Fuck... where'd you find this guy?"

Ethan's eyes were wide now, but the panic he expected to feel never came. His mind was too beautifully empty, too saturated with testosterone and pleasure. Board scores, residency applications, the endless stress of his old life...

“I’m the PrEP boy,” his thoughts drifted, “Dumb... hot... please... use me.”

"Keep going, hun, you're doing amazing," Joshua called out over the music, gesturing to the lens. "So, let's hear it for the campaign! Would you use PrEP?"

The thick cock down his throat pulled out with a wet pop, a line of drool running down his heavy, stubbled chin. He looked straight into the camera lens, his mind completely wiped of medical terminology. None of that mattered anymore. He was a BePRePared model. He was beautiful, he was being used, and he loved it.

"Y-Yes..." Ethan gasped out, his voice a deep, thoroughly broken baritone. His hips gave a desperate, simple twitch against the man behind him. "Yes... God, yes..."

The photographer grinned, clicking the shutter rapidly. "Perfect! That's the money shot!"

With a final, shattering surge of friction, the man behind him buried himself to the hilt, releasing deep inside him. Simultaneously, the model in front of him painted Ethan's face and thick, hairy chest, while the two men in his hands blew their loads over his fingers. And Ethan's own massive, leaking cock throbbed and fired a heavy stream into his tight, blue speedo.

"So good..." He moaned, falling back onto the couch and looking up at the other models with a dumb, happy grin, "More…?" he slurred, a thick bead of drool tracking down his chin and mixing with the man's seed. "More… please… use me more…"

"Don't you worry." Joshua patted him on the shoulder, while the other models chuckled, "You're our star now, Ethan. We've got plenty of work lined up for you." He nodded over at the photographer.

"Next shoot is in twenty minutes, boys," the photographer called out, adjusting his lens with a grin. "Clean him up just enough to do it all over again."

[kemerooter]

Be careful wishing your partner was as big as you —

Some wishes have consequences

and side effects

that you may not have asked for

but enjoy regardless

(credits to the owner of the original image)

[mystrangetfs]

Deal - Muscle growth AI sequence

Milo let out a pathetic yelp as he dropped the weights to the floor, each barely 15 pounds and still they were a struggle to hold up. Milo almost felt like crying, he had been going to the gym for a couple of months now and while he had lost a little bit of weight he had gained no muscle at all. He was still weak, scrawny and completely over looked, women wouldn't even notice him not in a gym full of real muscle men. Milo looked around embarrassed, hoping no one has seen his poor attempt at lifting the light weights, when he caught the eyes of Tobias the most arrogant jock at the gym.

Milo quickly looked away but it was too late, the 6'2 jacked, tanned stud which the thick bulge in his tiny pink shorts has seen him. Tobias walked with a swagger, his pectorals bouncing with each step as they were barely contained by his tank top. Tobias oozed confidence and his handsome face, chiselled jaw line and effortless gym style made him the most desirable man at the gym. Tobias towered over Milo as he walked over to the pale, weak, ginger nerd. Milo was expecting some kind of nasty comment or a joke at his expense, he had flashbacks to wedgies, swirlies and nipple twisters he received from the jocks at school and hoped he wasn't going to relive some of his worst memories. As Milo tensed up and looked at the floor, Tobias grinned and spoke but his tone wasn't vicious or cruel instead it was one of concern "Yo little dude, looks like you need some help?"

Milo looked up meekly still expecting this to be some kind of mockery at his expense, but Tobias's expression was warm. "Yeah, I'm just no good at this gym stuff" Milo said awkwardly.

"No stress bro, its hard starting from the beginning. It takes a while to get use to training and eating right." Tobias then flexed his chest whether consciously or unconsciously it was unclear. "Do you want me to help you?"

Milo let out a little smile but that faded as he looked down at the weights he had fumbled "That would be nice but I fear I might be not cut out for muscles."

"Nonsense little man! How about we make a deal. I'll help you get super jacked even bigger than me and then you sort of live like a god amongst men, while you just have to give me one thing in return."

"What thing" Milo said a little sceptical

"We don't have to worry about that now. What do you say, wanna make a deal bro?" Tobias said his smile warm as he extended out his hand.

Milo looked at Tobias and his perfect body and kind smile, he looked at his own weedy arms and the weights he had barely even moved, what did he have to lose? Milo gave a weak smile "Deal" Milo said as shook Tobias's hand, his grip was sweaty, strong and hot almost burning.

Milo let out a little hiss of pain as he quickly retreated his hand from Tobias's it was almost like he had put his hand to fire. Milo inspected his hand and saw no injury but it was such a strange feeling, he looked to Tobias who was still smiling although it looked a little less warm and more like a satisfied grin.

"What do you say we get started right away then little bro?" Tobias said shaking out his arms.

"Sure, what did you have planned, different weights?" Milo said letting himself get a little excited.

"Na na bro, first we need to get you fired up. You're too comfortable and low energy but I have something that's gonna really get your blood pumping!"

"That sounds awesome what is i-" Before Milo could even finish his sentence Tobias had spun his body around, hiked up his leg and bent forward, his big peachy muscle ass stretching at his pink shorts was now just inches away from Milo's face. Milo could do nothing as he was hit point blank with a deep, loud blast of dank, sulphuric gas. The stench rocketing up his nose and burning his senses with a stench of nasty protein rich ass gas.

Milo recoiled in disgust as his eyes watered and he couldn't help but cough at the foul fart that has been pushed into his face. Milo's face burned red with embarrassment, too meek to be angry at Tobias and to ashamed to look around for help. Milo just sat there inhaling the foul smell even as Tobias turned around a gave a chuckle "There, I bet that's woke you up! Now get up its time to get started" Tobias then started walking to a more open area of the gym. Milo sat red faced for a while, the smell clung to his nostrils and didn't seem to fade, was he really going to follow the gassy jock, was he really going to just take that public humiliation from him. Tobias then looked over his shoulder and in a slightly more authoritative tone shouted "I said lets get started" before gesturing for Milo to come.

Milo wasn't proud and hated himself for it but he found himself getting up and awkwardly following in the shadow of the jock.

Milo wiped his nose as he stood next to Tobias the fart still lingering.

"Now little dude we need to get you ready to workout. I mean those shoes have no support and your clothes are so constricting. You need to be dressed like me bro."

"I don't think I would look go-"

SNAP

Tobias clicked his fingers and for a split second Milo thought he saw a flame flicker in Tobias's hand. Milo would have looked for longer but suddenly his t-shirt felt weird, like it had gotten looser as a chill ran down Milo's spine. Milo looked down and gasped as he saw his clothing starting to change. Milo could barely comprehend what was happening, his joggers were rapidly shrinking as his shins, knees and then thighs became exposed as the turned into tiny purple shorts. His shirt has turned a neon yellow, the fabric compacting as it lost its sleeves and the collar sunk into a deep arch exposing his weak chest and pale torso. While his once modest shoes changed to match his new stringer tank, becoming equally outlandish and ridiculous. To finish the outfit off Milo looked down as saw text appearing across his tank, the words 'Beast Mode... eventually' a joke at his pathetic physiques expense.

"How did you do that!?" Milo gasped while trying to hide his weak thin body in clothes that now exposed it all.

"You look so much better little buddy!" Tobias said ignoring Milo's question and panic. "Now its time to fill out those clothes with muscle!"

SNAP

Tobias then flicked his fingers again and then folded his arms...waiting.

"I think I'm going to go, this is getting to stra- woah I feel funny, like I need to run, like need to lift something, like I have to move my body!" Milo said beginning to freak out, that was until he noticed his arms.

Milo looked in fascination as he saw the beginnings of biceps on his arms, he gave them a cursory feeling to check they were real and they were! He then looked down and it seemed he had definition on his chest as well, what use to be flat now had two very small mounds, the very beginnings of pectorals. Milo couldn't believe it.

The growth didn't stop there, Milo watched in quiet fascination as his arms continued to expand until he now had decent biceps and defined triceps. Milo found himself having to move his arms as muscles built up around his shoulders, neck and back making him broader and stronger. Milo felt at his chest as he now had pectorals that has started to push out his ridiculous neon tank, while below he had the beginnings of a six pack. Milo then felt energy swelling in his legs as they packed on muscle and Milo swore he was now a little taller. Milo was left mouth open and in awe as his body continued to swell.

Milo let out a little chuckle of glee as his body grew more and more muscular, it was a dream come true. His torso widened to accommodate more growth as his pectorals ballooned and his six pack started to show through the fabric of his stringer tank. Milo adjusted his stance as his legs, thighs, calves all bulged outwards with pure muscle making him look extremely shredded and defined. Milo couldn't stop looking at his arms they big, strong, masculine something he had always wanted to be and yet they were still growing and as Milo looked at Tobias he no longer felt like he was craning his neck upwards to make eye contact as he grew taller. Milo couldn't believe what was happening and he couldn't believe Tobias's deal was real he was becoming super jacked! Was he really going to get bigger than Tobias?

Milo shook his head as he concentrated more on his new muscles and he now looked Tobias in the eyes. Milo couldn't help but bounce his new meaty pectorals as they stretched out his tank, thick veins rans down his arms as his massive biceps pushed them to the surface. His legs were now thick with muscle and along with his glutes he had a powerful toned lower body. Milo stringer tank then started to shimmer as the word 'eventually' faded away as now the beast had arrived. Milo had to smile with happiness as the feeling inside him started to subside, it was the body he had always dreamed of and Tobias's had given it to him without all the hard work and years of exercise, diet and training. Milo felt like he could lift up a car he had so much energy and was so happy!

"Looking good bro" Tobias said with a smile

"I fucking feel good!" Milo almost yelled his voice now deeper and more commanding than it had ever been in his life. "How can I ever thank you, this is like a dream come true! I have to lift something now"

However, before Milo could leave Tobias put his hand on his shoulder and holding him still.

"Woah bro where are you going? This is just the start bro!" Tobias said

"What do you mean? I am already super jacked. I mean look at these arms!" Milo then grinned as he flexed one of his biceps, the nerd was almost giddy with glee as he showed off his body.

"Ha!" Tobias said before slapping Milo hard on the back knocking his glasses off. "I mean I want you even bigger bro!"

Milo jolted as his glasses were flung off his face, he was about to rush to the floor to grab them when something seemed odd, the world looked clean, crisp, clear there was no blur at all. He could see Tobias's big grin as clear as day and it started to make Milo feel uneasy as the swell of energy inside him returned and he body started to expand again. Milo's chest grew larger and more prominent as each pectoral became bigger than a handful, his biceps ballooned and pushed his arms away from his sides as two hefty cannonball sized muscles grew from his arms. His legs grew to a crazy size and started to wedgie his tiny shorts up his growing glutes, his whole body looked shredded and defined like a bodybuilder before a show. Milo loved how he looked, he was bigger than Tobias now and it made him look even more tough and intimidating, something he had never been before but something started to feel wrong. That energy, that feeling of growth it wasn't stopping.

"Err Tobias I think I'm good now bro" Milo said a little uneasy as he felt his pectorals still growing and his ass cheeks now chewing on his underwear as they swelled even larger.

"You might be bro but I'm not." Tobias smiled but with no joy to his tone, while he looked happy his voice was cold and almost vicious. "No I think I want you even bigger and lets make you look more mature, someone of your age would never be able to look this huge."

"What are you talking about?" Milo said as his body swelled bigger.

Milo then felt something tickle his face as something fell from his head, Milo scratched at his face and as he did he realised just how laborious it was to lift his massive muscular arm. His huge biceps made it hard to bend his arms properly as they bulged and pressed into his body. Milo then felt the tickle again and this time something fell in front of his eyes and fluttered to the ground. Milo could barely see past his ballooning chest that now most women would have been envious of but as he leant forward to see, more fluttered past his eyes and to the ground. At first Milo couldn't work out what the little wisps of red were, that was until they started to pile up around his now humongous feet, it was little piles of hair.

Milo flung his massive mitts up to his head and found his rapidly receding hairlines, he felt at his face and found lines, wrinkles and sagging around his cheeks. Milo quickly turn to a gym mirror and saw his quickly ageing face, he wasn't 20 any more he barely looked 30 and was fast approaching 40.

"What are you doing!!" Milo shouted as he turned to Tobias just smiled. "PLEASE STOP I DON'T WANT TO BE OLD! I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS BIG. PLEASE STOP!!!"

Milo tried to move away but Tobias just put his hand on his expanding shoulders and Milo found himself rooted in place unable to do anything as the rest of his hair fell from his head, his body bloated and bulged with muscles until he looked like a bodybuilder with a serious steroid problems. His arms had expanded so much that moving them was hard, his chest has doubled in size along with his back meaning he would have to turn to the side to get through doorways. Milo yelped as his legs grew even bigger, his shorts now crushing his cock and balls, while his massive muscle butt grew so large that his ass cheeks now hung out the bottom of his purple hot pants. When the energy inside Milo finally started to dim, he found he was now pouting and looking down at Tobias, his head bald, his body a cartoonish caricature of muscle and his age stopping at the ripe old age of 50.

"What have you done to me!" Milo said confused, betrayed and angry. "I look like a freak."

"I just fulfilled my end of the deal bro, you are now super jacked and way bigger than me! Tobias said arrogantly

"NO! This isn't what I wanted! Please change me back!" Tobias said tears pricking at his eyes.

"To bad bro, it is what I wanted though. Now to take my half of the deal" Tobias said "I just what one thing"

"No fuck you! I don't want this! No deal!" Milo yelled

"Well that's to bad Milo we had a deal!" Tobias's voice then turned deeper and distorted and with snap of his fingers the hot jock was engulfed in flames, burning away his skin until only a deep red appeared, two thick horns grew from his skull, while wings sprouted from his back and a tail sprung from the back of his gym shorts.

Milo wanted to scream and sob as the handsome demon crossed his arms and stared at his new muscle creation. "Don't worry Milo I only want one thing, I am sure you won't miss one thing will you?

With fear quivering his voice Milo finally found the courage to answer "What is that you want?"

Tobias then grinned his fangs shown and his true nature exposed "Your free will!" Tobias then laughed deep and long as the giant muscle man beside him quaked in fear unsure what the demon meant, that was until he felt a void appearing inside him. Almost like his essence was being sucked away, his control lessening and his body no longer being part of him and instead it was now an extension of Tobias.

"On to your knees now my muscle pet." Tobias demanded

Milo yelped as his body awkwardly started to move, he tried to stop it, he willed for his new muscles to respond but they were no longer his to command. As Milo found himself sinking to his knees his massive pectorals hanging like an udder, his huge stocky ass poking out and exposed.

"You are now mine." Tobias said not even looking at his newest pet below him. "You will work at this gym, you will sleep at the gym, you will live at this gym and you will do everything to keep it clean and spotless. When you are not doing that you are standing out and attracting people into the gym, you will not speak of how you got your muscles or of me. You will attract the lonely, the desperate, the weaklings like you to me. That is your new role. Now thank your new master!"

Milo had tears in his eyes as his lips moved without his consent "Thank you master"

"Now stand up Milo, eurgh you need a new name you old one is so pathetic. Hmm from now on you will be called Mammoth" Tobias then snapped his fingers and out of bright flames he summoned a bucket and mop and handed them to Milo.

"Now Mammoth then men's toilet's need scrubbing, I want the toilet so clean you could eat you dinner off of it because guess what... you will be!"

"Now off you go Mammoth, oh but before you go I have something for you."

Milo could do nothing as the demon that had cursed him turned around and pointed his big peachy ass at him once again and blasted a horrendous 10 second long droning protein fart at him and Milo had no choice but to inhale every stinking particle.

"There that's gonna stay in your nose for the next 100 years or so!" Tobias laughed as he saw Milo's expression turn from disgust to shock and confusion. "Oh did you forget our deal Mammoth? You wanted to be super jacked but I also promised you'd sort get to live like a god, which for you means...immortality. You are mine for the rest of time!" Tobias cackled as fresh tears started running down Milo's face.

"No get to work Mammoth! That piss isn't going to mop itself!"

Milo could only silently sob as his body lumbered away against his will, the smell of a rank fart always up his nose and his life forever out of his control. All he wanted was for a little bit of muscle and now he was going to scrubbing, cleaning, serving for the rest of eternity in a body he despised.