Brandon Twice
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Pull the Lever for a New You
🕑 Added 2019-12-01 07:31:55 +0000 UTC[Muscle growth/loss, height gain/loss, weight gain/loss, straight-to-gay, top-to-bottom, puppification]
Evan finished signing the rest of the paperwork while Steve, the muscular spiky-haired college kid in the tight red Flexicon Fitness shirt, smiled over the desk at him. Evan only half-read the paperwork, eyes losing focus as they skimmed legalese, and then signed the base of each page.
“It’s all your standard gym commitment stuff,” Steve said with a smile. Evan couldn’t believe how attractive he found Steve. Sure, he was a fit good-looking guy, but something about him had Evan completely enamored from the moment he shook Steve’s strong hand. The smell of this guy wafting over the table, light cologne and soap and a little bit of sweat, was giving Evan a hard-on he was embarrassed by. A couple of times Steve looked down over the table; Evan was sure he was staring at his cock. But he didn’t seem bothered by it. Maybe that was a good thing.
“You excited to be part of this gym?” Steve said with a big grin. Through the glass door to Steve’s office, Evan watched a number of guys of varying heights and builds filtering past the door. Was this the busy hour? Evan wondered. He must have seen 200 guys walk by already.
“Yeah,” Evan said as he handed the clipboard over to Steve. “Jamie hasn’t said much specifically about it, just that it changed his life. And that it would change mine. I kind of need a change.” Evan shrugged.
Steve nodded emphatically. “You have no idea, buddy. You’re lucky. You got approved for membership much faster than most folks.”
Evan raised an eyebrow. He’d been waiting a month when he finally got the call that he was official a Flexicon member. On top of that, the extensive physical, plus the blood tests, had Evan wondering what he was signing up for. He was still unsure. What was it, a big steroid den? Were they going to pump him full of roids? Evan was fine with that, but he just wanted the secrecy to end.
Outside Steve’s office, Jamie was waiting. Jamie had been Evan’s buddy since the day he started temping at Evan’s office. He was the only other gay guy there, plus they had the same interests in TV, video games (gamers in their 30s had to stick together!), guys, and fitness. Evan was about six feet tall, well-built (on the track team in college--shot put--and did his fair share of cycles since then, giving his brawny frame a fair amount of solid muscle), with a little bit of a belly from a few too many beers.
Jamie was tiny. Evan would sometimes rest his elbow on Jamie’s head as a joke. The little blonde was pretty with a tight little body; not Evan’s type at all, but Evan liked that they’d never tried to fuck. He was just happy to have a good friend.
When he’d heard about this gym, Evan was mostly just interested in how cheap it was. He had no idea he’d be going through a weeks long process taking psychological and DNA tests before they would approve him. He wondered what kind of a person didn’t make it through.
Jamie and Evan walked up to the hallway next to the front desk that led into the greater gym area. Jamie scanned his card and the panel turned red. A little number printed out of a slot: 249. Jamie tore it off and smiled.
Evan scanned his card. A number printed out for him: 250. “What’s this?” Evan said, holding up the number.
Jamie tapped the little ticket in Evan’s hand. “Don’t lost that. It’s really important. It’s what order we go in. Because you’re new, you’re most likely going last, and because I’m your patron, I’m going right before you, I think.”
The gym was packed. Large musclebound men, small feminine guys, and every shape and size combination in between stood crowded into the main gym area as a few guys in Flexicon polos wheeled a large platform into the center of the room. Behind the platform was a screen composed of three green segments. There was a large level built into the platform.
“What, is it like a slot machine?” Evan conjectured. Everyone in the room stared at the platform with laser focus.
“Kind of,” Jamie said. “This happens every time a member joins or leaves.”
Evan looked around. “Jesus, really?” He suddenly realized everyone in the gym who wasn’t staring at the platform was staring at him. “What’s gonna happen?”
“It will all make sense in a moment,” Jamie said, putting a finger to Evan’s lips.
A broad-shouldered college guy walked up the stairs to the platform, eyeing it suspiciously. He had a ticket in his hand with the number 1 on it. He looked at the three green screens, then at the handle. He had dark hair pulled up into a manbun, but every inch of his body was beefy.
“Football player,” Jamie whispered. “He wasn’t quite so big last time he went up on the platform. Getting all that size changed his game. I wonder what he’ll get now?”
The big guy took a deep breath and grabbed the handle. The screens lit up, words spinning around in a blur. Then each one snapped into place with a specific word on it:
HORNY***TWINK***TOP
The big guy--who had to be over 300 pounds--suddenly deflated before he had even finished reading what the words said. His clothes billowed around him for a moment before they suddenly tightened up, moving like warm wax around him until they reshaped, from a baggy XXXL shirt and sweatpants into a pink tank top that ended at his stomach and bright pink shorts, the front of which bowed out with an obscene bulge.
“Oh no!” he whimpered in a suddenly high, lilting voice. “How am I supposed to play football like this?” He put the back of his hand to his forehead, the other running over the huge mound in his shorts. He moaned and bit his lip as his hand made contact, looking around hungrily at the men around him.
“That’s enough,” said Steve, who seemed to be in charge. “Move on, little guy. You’ll have plenty of fun when it’s all over.”
I stared at Jamie, shocked. “How the fuck…? I mean, that’s not fucking possible!”
“Why do you think it’s such a secret gym?” Jamie said with a smirk. “Everyone gets a new role once somebody joins or leaves. They say it’s random, but the machine seems to have a plan for each person who steps up.”
He pointed to the next two guys approaching the platform: beefy, no-necked strongmen. They looked like they could be brothers, actually; both bald, both with bushy brown goatees, each of them built like a mac truck, although one was slightly smaller than the other. The smaller one sneered at the other like he was desperate for a reason to throw a punch.
“That’s Leonard,” Jamie whispered, pointing at the smaller one. “And Tim is the bigger guy. Before the machine, Leonard was about twice the size of Tim. The machine made them almost the same, with Tim always a little bitter. They fucking hate each other, and I think the machine wants it to happen.”
Leonard sneered at Tim and leaned in. “I don’t care what this fucking thing does,” Leonard said, poking Tim in his buffalo-sized chest. “You know I’m always the bigger fucking man between us.” Tim slapped the finger away as Leonard stomped up the platform.
Leonard paused as he put his hand on the handle, stared down at Leonard, then gave it a pull. The three screens lit up, each freezing on its own word:
NULL***ROIDPIG***DRONE
“The fu--” was all Leonard could say as suddenly rubber appeared over his mouth, spreading over his face like some dark shiny ameoba. His body suddenly exploded with muscles. In second, he was twice Tim’s size, and the now-smaller man looked up at his rival with intimidation in his eyes--until he reread the words that Leonard had pulled.
Leonard’s big body pulsed with size, finally settling somewhere around 350 pounds of freaky, vascular muscles that had reduced his clothing to shreds. The display of flesh didn’t last long though, as rubber spread over every inch of him, encasing him tightly. When it spread over his cock and balls, making them a shiny black mound, the mound suddenly deflated until it was entirely flat.
Seconds later, Leonard, now huge, was entirely encased in rubber, and his big dick had completely vanished, leaving nothing but a smooth space for all to see. The rubber around his head shaped into a rubber helmet. “Awaiting… Instructions…” Buzzed a voice from the helmet. Leonard walked off the platform like a tin soldier, putting his hands on his hips and seeming to “turn off” as soon as his feet hit the floor. The men standing around him tapped on his gigantic rubber-clad muscles, some rubbing the smooth spot where a cock used to be, then venturing around to the other side where his big juicy ass was. There seemed to be some sort of access port between his two giant glutes but the hole was sealed and locked.
For a moment, Tim stood in the giant rubber drone’s massive shadow, before he finally got the nerve to go up and pull the lever too.
COCKY***FIREPLUG***MASTER
Tim yelped as his height suddenly vanished, his whole body compressing down. To him, everything else got bigger, but in reality, his mass was just being compressed to a shorter height. His goatee vanished, replaced by a dark five o’clock shadow, and his chin jutted out prominently in a sexy lantern jaw. His clothes reshaped into a leather harness. Coiled and attached to the belt of his leather pants was a long leash. The squat built musclehead looked around, his brain seeming to rewire, before noticing the drone that was 10 times his size. He walked confidently up to it and attached a leash to the drone’s neck, leading the behemoth away.
“Leonard has a job and a girlfriend,” Jamie whispered. “I bet he’d be hoping this will be over soon--that is, if he’s capable of any thought whatsoever right now.”
“That guy wasn’t gay?” Evan said.
“No way!” Jamie laughed. “A lot of these guys aren’t gay. But you gotta do what the machine tells you to.”
HIMBRO***SHREDDED***BOTTOM
The next guy to pull the lever, a superheavyweight black guy whose body looked stuffed with rock hard, veiny muscles, suddenly shriveled down to an average build, his skin seeming to shrink rap his newly shrunken shape. The only thing that didn’t change was his ass, which stayed the same absurdly huge size on his much smaller frame. His eyes almost crossed as his IQ drained away, his brains seeming to drop from his head to his big, bouncing ass.
“Man,” Jamie whispered. “That guy has topped just about everyone here. He’s busted a lot of behinds here! Karma’s about to get him, very literally, in the ass!”
ALPHA***MASSMONSTER***DADDY
A young guy with an average build suddenly ballooned out with muscle. His hair went from dark black to salt-and-pepper to completely silver. While the lines in the face showed nearly 60 years of age (a massive change from the soft 21 year old visage he went up with), his body showed nearly 50 years of heavy training on it. Every part of him bulged, especially his big cock. He licked his lips and fingered his thick (brand new) moustache, surveying the room like it was his to conquer. His eyes fell on the little black bottom that had just stepped down. He led his new prize out of the room without any dissent.
DOPEY***LANKY***BALLER
A short, thickly built bodybuilder suddenly stretched upward, his body getting long and lean while his height increased. He looked down sadly on his much thinner but still muscular arms, then down at a ground that was much further away. He’d gone from 5’4” to 7’1” in moments. He looked like his heart was broken until he pulled the basketball shorts forward and got a look at the beast within.
SUB***MUSCLEBEAR***BOTTOM
A lean and fiercely beautiful physique competitor suddenly groaned as his tight flesh swelled outward with flab. He grabbed a much bigger gut, shook a face that now jiggled, and then took a step with his thick, jiggly legs. He still looked powerful, but his 5% bodyfat was now more like 45%. He patted a crotch where a ten inch monster used to be, now just a four-inch nub (strangely rock-hard after his transformation from shredded hunk to ribeye-steak-of-a-man). But it was the crazy itch between his big bloated buttcheeks that took over his mentality. He searched the crowd for someone to relieve him.
Jamie turned to Evan, who was still shocked by every massive shift in a man’s body and personality, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“So, to be honest, I got you in here because I was sick of this body,” Jamie said. “I used to be big. Like REALLY big. I was an offensive lineman! I used to be 6’6”! But the machine keeps making me a little guy. I thought, maybe, if I brought in the new meat, maybe I’d have a chance to get big again.”
“What the fuck’s going to happen to me?” Evan said as he watched another huge black bodybuilder suddenly shrink into a lithe, curvy little guy with long eyelashes. A moment later, a heavyset man’s bodyfat evaporated, leaving him with a deep, veiny 8-pack and a massive cock.
Jamie shrugged. It was almost his turn. “So your brain stays the same up here,” he said, pointing to his head. “But the new you takes over. You’ll still remember who you are even though you’ll act however the machine makes you.”
Jamie finally ascended the stairs and gave the lever a pull.
OBEDIENT***MUSCLEBLIMP***PUP
Jamie’s body blossomed with chubby, offseason muscle. Within seconds every major muscle was pumped up beyond belief. He looked like a muscle tick, like he was about to pop if one more pound developed on his frame. He wobbled unsteadily, his massive legs, completely devoid of definition but clearly powerful, made his stance incredibly wide. Jamie wobbled on his huge new limbs before tumbling to his knees. A chain appeared around his neck. A tail appeared, plugging his enormous ass. He wiggled his huge body, his tongue hanging out, as he looked around.
He hopped down the stairs, tackling Evan and knocking him over. Evan thought he’d be crushed; the big dude had to be 250, maybe 300! He couldn’t believe his quiet little friend was this big monster. He stared into the “pup’s” eyes--there seemed to be no human intelligence in there, but if what Jamie had said was true, then somewhere in there he was probably screaming for control--or maybe he was relishing in his restored size. There was no way for Evan to tell.
He looked around the room. Steve beckoned for him to go. It was his turn now. No one in the room was remotely recognizable anymore. About a third of the room had left to go fuck elsewhere. Some guys had started in the room. Some were flexing their newfound size, others had retreated to the locker rooms where they could lament their pipsqueak bodies in private.
Evan’s hands shook as he pulled the lever. As the words spun, he wondered how long he would be stuck in this form. How much would he still maintain of his own identity? How long until he became someone else? Would he completely lose all traces of who he was?
HORNY***HUNG***TOP
Evan blinked as he stared at the three words. For a moment, he didn’t feel any different. Then he felt a tingling along the back of his head. He felt like bubbles were popping in his brain. His dick shot to attention, suddenly super-sensitive, but then it kept growing. Within moments he had a twelve-inch monster sticking straight up, jabbing him in the pecs.
He felt so good all of a sudden. Hadn’t he felt bad before? Wasn’t something bad supposed to happen? He couldn’t take his hands off his own cock, and it took both of them to stroke it. Precum burped from the top and splattered down his chest. Fuck, he thought. What a waste to jack off.
He looked down and saw the most enormous pile of muscle, huddled over wagging his tail, and thought, “Fuck that plug. I’ve got a tail for that little bitch.”
And as Evan started mounting the three-times-his-size Jamie, who howled and scratched at the ground in ecstasy, Steve made an announcement:
“Enjoy your new forms, boys! We’ll see you next time there’s a clientele change!”
