“To the guy who deserves a break. From: Your Secret Santa”
Mason scratched his head in confusion. Bumping into a package outside his dorm wasn’t something he normally expected. Neither was having a secret Santa for a gift exchange he definitely didn’t remember joining. After all, with his busy academic life he didn’t have much time for social gatherings like that. “I guess tis the season,” he muttered to himself as he opened the package. Finding the small parcel surprisingly heavy.
A message popped up on one of my thotty insta-pics “Hey Bro, u okay? You wanna do a fans only? You’d do good, and I could help you with it, DM me,” it said. I don’t know what possessed me, but I did DM him, but I told him I wasn’t Fans only material, not fit like him. He argued with me, said I’d do good. Before I knew it, he slid the link:
I couldn’t help myself, I had to click it, only to regret it instantly. The questions were pointless and didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t get out out the screen, even my computer wouldn’t turn off.
I had to choose a name, but there were only like 5 choices, so I guess I liked Evan the best, I mean why not, it is my name.
I was really confused at the age question, I was definitely none of these ages, but it wouldn’t let me skip it, so I clicked again, I mean I was 19 so it only made sense to choose that one anyway.
Once again, I had to choose a thing that didn’t match, but since I was like 190 of lean muscle, I guess I would choose that one.
I know my IQ is like 130, but I had to choose one of tehse smart numbers, and I think I clicked like 80 or something, I wasn’t really good with numbers and speling and shit.
Tehn I had 2 tel it I liked sex, which was duh. after tat I cliked the gay buton cuz it made me.
I wuz so horny now, I cliked some slut buton.
I watched as my body got younger, and my muscle became like teh guy on Insta. In fact I watched as I became him, my mind filled with modelling, and sex, was such a fit fucking stud, course I wuz fans only material.
Great news for our users these month: we’ve finally begun the closed beta for our newest feature – the Automatic Life Improvement module, or ALI as we call it.
A restricted number of persons across all the multiverse have been given the opportunity to opt-in the test program, and the first results have been very promising.
Take the case of Ronald. He’s always been an unhappy person, stressed out and frequently sick. He was bald, underweight, lonely and lacked any confidence in himself.
When we activated ALI for him, the module detected Ronald’s concern for his own unpleasant facial features as the first cause of unhappiness, and proceeded to alter his genetic pool just after his conceivement, to gift him with model like visage since birth.
As soon as the new reality settled in, ALI checked the happiness level again, reporting only a minor improvement in Ronald’s levels. Since the minimal acceptance threshold hadn’t been met, the software analyzed the new root cause for unhappiness and located it in the subject’s frail body and health. The next step – completely automated as the previous ones – was to provide a stronger immunal system to newborn Ronald and implant a love for sports, working out and healthy habits into his mind since childhood.
After this second iteration, Ronald showed an impressive physique, with lean muscular pecs, six-pack abs and a healthy tan. The happiness level got a sensible improvement, but still didn’t reach the required threshold.
In the next step ALI discovered a strong shyness and low self esteem, coupled with a sense of inferiority towards other males. The solution was a hormonal re-balancing of Ronald’s puberty and adolescence, which caused him to develop a long and thick penis, at least twice its previous size.
The stabilization of the new reality finally had Ronald reach the configured level of happiness. In the updated reality, he goes by the name of Ronnie and had lived his life as an overconfident jock, excellent at several sports, arrogant and rude. He doesn’t have a degree nor works in an office, but he’s a successful personal trainer. Most of his students also enjoy another kind of training outside the gym walls, thanks to his oversized sexual organ.
We are very proud of results like this: every test so far has taken no more than 5 iterations to reach a 95% happiness threshold, and sometimes it needs as few as one iteration, which lets us be confident in the algorithm we have been developing.
Stay tuned for the next updates on the release plans for ALI and for the next features we’re going to implement.
You didn’t think your life would end up like this: a construction worker making pennies while you struggle to pay rent. You can’t even afford a gym membership, and have resorted to doing pull-ups on steel beams at your construction site.
It isn’t very effective.
So when you’re challenged to post a “Transformation Tuesday” picture, you begin to reflect on how little your situation has changed. And if it has, it hasn’t been for the better; you’re not as attractive as you once where, not as wealthy, not as happy.
You snap a picture of yourself in the bathroom mirror. It’s lunch break at work, and you think: why not? No one has to see it, you don’t have to post it. Just keep it as a memory for yourself, a snapshot of where you were at this point in your ever crumbling life.
But as you look down at the photo, you notice it start to change. Suddenly, you’re not wearing your construction hard hat, the clothes starting to vanish off your body like someone undressing a Ken doll.
Now you’re looking at a photo of your naked body. Pathetic, you think. You used to be in such good shape, now your tattoos are stretched lazily across your arm, across your legs.
But the photo starts to change again; like someone pumping air into a balloon, your body starts to grow slightly bigger. You laugh as the image changes, almost like a cartoon, muscles blowing outward so fast and so exaggerated you can almost hear rubber sounds.
But as funny as it is, it’s also deeply arousing. As you watch the image change, you’re reminded of how fucking swole you used to be, about how much ass you got. You used to jack off to your own body after every workout. Yeah sure it was a little vain, but it was also a good motivator, to stay fit. To stay healthy.
You look down. You’ve been jacking off this whole time and you hand no idea. You consider stopping—someone might walk in on you. But you’re already so hard, and the picture on your phone just keeps getting hotter and hotter.
So you keep beating off, watching as the “you” in the picture starts jacking his own cock, a thick member the size of a baby’s arm. You realize you’re not looking at a photo now, but rather a live image of yourself.
You cum, just as this realization hits. Hot spunk plasters the bathroom mirror, and you look up in astonishment. Muscles you didn’t even know you had cling tight to your body. Your dick, longer than it’s ever been, throbs in your tight grip, your tattoos contracting against your thick, muscular body.
It wasn’t just the picture: YOUwere transforming. And you’re not even finished.
You feel clothes wrap around your body. Familiar clothes, your old gym clothes. Your sweat drenched tank top, skin-tight Lycra pants. Not only that, but you see the bathroom shift around you. You’re no longer at your crappy construction site, you’re in the locker rooms at your favorite gym.
It’s impossible, yet so immediate. This is your life—your real life. The one you’ve always dreamed of having. You’re not a dead-end construction worker, but a wealthy contractor. You don’t live in a shitty apartment, but a beautiful condo overlooking the city.
But you really live at the gym, where you spend hours working on that incredible body of yours. Give it a flex, and give us a smile. It’s Transformation Tuesday, and this selfie is gonna be bomb.
The world is full of beautiful men. You see them everywhere – on the street, at your work, and of course they’re in the gym. My favourite ones all fit the same profile: big, muscled, empty-headed. Guys who let their horny cock lead them through the world.
“Last week, I bought a tank top. One goddamn tank top. It was light blue with stripes. It wasn’t supposed to be a big thing. Sure, it was the first tank I’d ever owned, but I didn’t expect my whole life to become about it, y’know?”
Himbo, Muscle Growth and Dumbing Down Stories 