An Early Birthday Gift to Myself
Happy Birthday Everyone! I used the same video to gif software and hopefully all the gifs act like they should.
Money is a wonderful thing to have—and to give (for the right product).
I was an overweight piece of acne-plagued red neck nerd working at a gas station to pay the bills. After my parents threw me out for being gay, I found that paying my own rent and food really ate away at my pay, so I decided to room with a computer nerd with an affinity for the deep web. And it’s from him that I found this website that promised an explosive change in body… with only a simple powder supplement.
Naturally I was skeptical, but I was desperate. I didn’t want to die a gay virgin, so I saved what little money I had and eventually saved enough to buy a packet of the proposed miracle.
I took the dosage as the package directed: right before going to bed.
I woke up drenched in sweat with every part of my body aching with a strange nervous energy. I leapt out of bed (and how easy it was!) and landed on my feet, spry as a cat. In the restroom I gazed at what had become of my body. No longer was I an overweight kid, but a lean muscle boy. I grabbed my camera and began documenting.
I was excited. i took off my shirt then turned on the camera. Gesturing to my muscles I pointed and flexed. I wanted to show every inch of this new body:
“Look at this! I’m fucking ripped. These fucking arms! I’m jacked!”
I flexed, just admiring those muscles and pecs. Where did the fat even go? I thought to myself. There was a strange smell and after sniffing my pits, I realized the smell was me. It was how most guys smelled when they entered the gas station to buy a handle of Captain Morgan for a frat party—teenage gym sweat.
This was literally impossible. I was smiling with manic energy. I kept turning and documenting what I was seeing. I was afraid this would go away as easily as it came about.
I stood with my back against the camera. It had never occurred to me how arousing it would be to show off my back. I had always fixated on the abs, the biceps, and the pecs of men, but it felt weird to know that a back would be such turn on. Is this how hot guys felt? To know that each inch of their body was literally a treat? No wonder they got away with everything. Each inch of their body was tantalizing and a visual delight.
I jumped in front of the camera, getting an angle on my arms, my chest, and my abs. I pointed at myself and said, “You got to try this shit.” That pill I bought was a miracle drug. I straightened myself and checked myself out again. It was hard not to. The feeling that this was my new reality was sinking in and a wild thrill shook me. I thought of what this could mean for me.
No more shitting gas station job. No more Craigslist hook ups. No more dealing with boring ass days of being an overweight fuck up.
I could be a model. I could whore myself out on camera collect the cash that rolled in. I could walk into a bar and be the object of everyone’s flirtation. Even though I’ve seen bigger guys and hotter guys, I bought the pill that advertised being a lean, toned stallion perfect for frat parties. Maybe in the future I could be the next level that promised a body only those who won the genetic lottery could have.
I stood up and wondered. The pill only offered to burn away the fat and build muscles. I wondered if it add anything more to the mix—maybe I would have to buy another pill to add another inch, hell, possibly add a foot to my cock.
I slowly pulled at my shorts and underwear. The feeling of arousal kicked in—I was ready for a new life, but I wondered if my roommate still had the website link so I can continue being hot and young.
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