a commission for @manmenmens by @transforming
Max (left) and Henry (right) were really close â and if you asked anyone in their circles, theyâd often wonder why the duo were still âjust friendsâ and hadn't entered into a serious relationship with each other. See, Henry met Max at a Google I/O event a few years ago, when he was still working for a local start-up in San JosĂ©, while Max was already working as a UI developer for Apple. Initially, they saw each other as rivals, constantly one-upping each otherâs latest tech advancements. It wasnât till they both saw each other at the Mr. Olympia that year that they became such good friends, and both realized they had a serious thing for big muscle guys. After a few months, both had moved in with the other at a two-bedroom apartment in Cupertino, close enough for both of them to get to their respective workplaces, and quiet enough for them to revel in the pleasure of enjoying the newest muscle porn theyâd discovered.
However, in the past year, their friendship was showing its limits, and was hanging on by a thin thread. Both had been working hard on starting up their own game development studio, and had been so busy writing up code for a game theyâd hoped to launch, only for the code to get swiped by a hacker who presented the duoâs game as their own. At this point, the two nerds couldnât turn back to their old jobs at Google and Apple which they had so passionately left behind, and without solid-paying jobs at major tech firms, both of them were blaming the other for all their problems - especially their unemployment. They even stopped sharing muscle porn with each other.
Little did the tech-junkie duo realize that their love for bodybuilders was about to change their lives.
One day, Henry was going through the mail â since out of the two of them, he was the more responsible type â when an eviction notice slipped out of the pile. He couldnât help but shake his head and frown. âMax, eviction notice just showed,â he grumbled as he walked over to Maxâs open door. Henry shook his head when he saw Max toying and tinkering around with their bathroomâs shower head, which he had connected to his personal gaming PC.
âMax, what the fuck are you doing with the shower?â Henry crossed his arms.
âIâm just trying to see if there was a way we could optimize the water flow,â Henry replied meekly, lifting up his glasses.
Henry threw his hands in the air as he complained, âCouldnât you just go find a job like I am?â
Max shook his head. âOh, Iâm sorry, Mister Manly, you think I could just pick up any random job when all Iâve worked on is UI?â
âWell at least try!â Henry shouted back.
Max got up from his seat and pushed Henry back from the doorway, and as the two took their argument into the living room, Max and Henry were completely unaware that the hacker whoâd taken their lifeâs work was still watching them bicker and fight like a couple. And he had a little something in mind to resolve their problems, as well as his own. All it took was one small virus, and he had amassed all their personal data - even digging into their deepest, darkest desires. For Henry, it was for a bodybuilder to fuck him, while Maxâs kink was imagining being the bodybuilder that would fuck a small, cute twink.Â
With that in mind, they hacked even further into Maxâs computer and messed with the water flow optimization chip heâd installed in the shower head. Installing some voice recognition software, he also installed a cracked code heâd taken from some app named Chronivac, with more detailed coding on the twoâs fantasies embedded into it, that would lead to some interesting changesâŠ
Once the duo was done arguing about finding work, Max had stormed out. Henry dragged his feet back into his room, and stared at the shower head on his desk. âWhy does Henry have to be so hard on me, but still be so right at the same time?â he moaned as he disconnected the shower from his computer, hoping that it would work. After a quick sniff of his own pits, he added, âDamn, I really need a shower,â and trudged over to the bathroom, where he quickly reattached the shower head to the pipes and turned it on, checking if his chip worked. Well, it seemed to, so he quickly ripped off his clothes and hopped into the shower.Â
The way the water landed on his skin felt like such a powerful, relaxing massage, and Max couldnât help but moan as he grabbed his shower gel and rubbed it all over his body. Weird, I couldâve sworn it was higher than before, he thought as he placed the bottle back on its shelf, as his spine stretched taller, stretching him from an average 5â 9â to a giant 6â 5â. The water slowly got hotter, which made Max whimper a bit, while the flow got even more intense. As he turned around and washed the gel off his body, his pale skinny body began to stretch, grow and peel out like a present, leaving behind a healthy golden tan, and large muscles, but Max wouldnât know of it since his eyes were still closed from the shower gel still on his face. At this point, the shower head felt closer than it was earlier, as Max washed his face. As he did, the intensity of the water increased and nearly knocked him out - it was like he was washed down by a fire hose, but it left his face chiseled and reshaped into that classical handsome look, while his hair was almost slicked back, but the water also washed out quite a lot of his intellect, which left him looking like a vapid himbo. It also washed out most of his English and replaced it with mostly Spanish.Â
Miguel emerged from the shower like a god, flexing his muscles and chuckling dumbly, while struggling to completely dry himself off. âDios mĂo, I need to go to gym,â he said to his own reflection in a sexy baritone that wouldâve made the old Max shiver, and would definitely make Henry squeal. He quickly rushed over to his room and dug through the pile of dirty tank tops, jockstraps and gym shorts on the floor, slid on his cleanest set, and headed out, completely unaware that his gaming PC had suddenly been replaced by a personal bench press set.
After about an hour of walking around the block, Henry had calmed down. Max was still his friend, and he just cared so much and wanted to make sure he could get back to being the hard-working guy he knew heâand just like that, Henryâs thoughts were interrupted when he bumped into a massive wall of muscle that was Miguel.
âOh, perdĂłname, I just rush to the gym,â Miguel replied as he helped the skinny blonde nerd up.Â
Henry stuttered, unable to respond as the sexy Latino hunk walked past him and ran to the nearest gym. He quickly took a picture of the hunk from behind and ran back to their apartment, regretting that he didnât have a front picture of the guy. âMax! I just saw the hottest guy ever, I think youâd like him,â he shouted as he knocked on Maxâs door. Silence. After trying a few more times, Henry assumed Max had also just gone for a walk, and with the way his sweat made his clothes cling onto him, he also needed a shower.
He opened the bathroom door and slipped off his clothes, entering the shower. Once he turned it on, it was like heaven. The water pressure felt like heaven, with how softly it landed on his skin, washing off the small acne scars on his face and softening his features, making him cuter and more boyish, while his already skinny body got more slender. As he rubbed the shower gel, which surprisingly smelled like bubblegum, all over his body, he couldnât help but massage his newly-shaped bubble butt and slip a few fingers into his sensitive hole, imagining Miguel fucking him and making him whimper.
The blond-ness of his hair shone even brighter, and as he came in the shower, Harry giggled, washing it off the wall and drying himself off. He quickly slipped on a beautiful red lace thong that he kept for special occasions and skipped on his soft feet over to their large master bedroom, which was covered in rose petals and lit up with candles. Getting into position, he bent over and shook his ass, just as Miguel stepped in, sweaty and pumped up from a nice workout.
âHey hubby,â the cute twunk commanded, while Miguelâs mouth dropped in a horny frenzy. âWhy donât you come here and fuck me nice and good?âÂ
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