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“Ok…. looks good” Damian said concern leaving his voice He held his wrist while bouncing his bicep to check out the definition. It was thick, round and damn near perfect, you couldn’t tell it had been grown in a lab, made to order. His entire body was a work of art, it was designed to be after all. Toned and tanned. Muscles where there should be muscles, even some places where there shouldn’t be. All of it covered by a large t-shirt, and baggy shorts, and he was on the beach. There were lesser men wandering around in barely anything and he was hiding his perfection. It was because only moments ago before he pushed himself into the ripped tanned beach god body, Damian was 5ft4 and as skinny as a rail. He’d been spotty and greasy, but desperately in love with Greg. Greg was the amazing blond lifeguard at the beach, he’d loved him since high school, but he wasn’t Greg’s type. Greg liked men, real men, with muscles and height. Greg wanted to look up at his lover, not down at Damian’s watery eyes. Now though he would have to look up at Damian, most people would. He wasn’t a towering beast, only 6ft3. But he would be able to press his nose into Greg’s blond curls when they hugged. Damian felt up his face, the bone structure was amazing, worth the extra money to grow a model like skull. Plus it even looked like Damian a bit, just much hotter and chiselled. He could lie and pretend that puberty hit him hard in college. Greg would believe that, wouldn’t he? He pulled off the cap and dropped it onto his towel. His hair was tight to his scalp, the shop told him a new body would need time to grow the long brown locks he’d paid for. Maybe it would be fun to grow out his hair while dating Greg instead of just turning up with the style Greg loved. Damian gave a few final practices of bouncing his pecs, still getting used to the new muscle. He reluctantly pulled off the white t-shirt, his tanned muscles free to the view of the crowded beach. He looked around, no one seemed to focus on him, he forced himself to stand tall. This body was built to command attention. Then he dropped his shorts with a gulp, if his toned beefy chest didn’t get the beaches attention, the couple thousand dollars worth of cock packed into his bright yellow speedo would. With a deep breath Damian headed to the lifeguard hut and to Greg, fingers crossed he said yes to a date.
Adrian watched over the beach with the same dead expression he did every day. He’d grown up on these beaches, played in the sea, built sand castles, and now he was working as a lifeguard to make some extra cash between semesters at college. He hated it, the beach wasn’t the same when you had to police it. There was no fun, no lazy evenings under the setting sun. There was only being ignored by everyone even when he was trying to save their ass, and evening in bed exhausted from being ignored. ———————————————————————————————————— Watching from between the waves stood Poseidon. He knew of Adrian, he’d showed him mercy years ago and let the boy be saved from drowning. He’d kept an eye on him every since. The god of the sea knew that Adrian had a deep love and respect for the ocean, he knew that Adrian understood the power of it. He’d taken his time to find a mortal to gift with his blessing. He’d turned down sailors, divers, marine biologists. They didn’t feel right. Poseidon knew that most of his brothers and sisters were ahead of him, they’d picked mortals. They were growing their flock. But he’d taken his time, he hadn’t fallen on hard times like the other gods. Humanity always respected the sea, Poseidon always had people who’d pray to him, even if they didn’t use his name. But he wasn’t going to miss out, and Adrian was perfect. He had the soul, and Poseidon would gift him the body. Adrian being a lifeguard was sure to bring countless mortals into Poseidon’s temple, even if that temple was Adrian’s bedroom for the time being. ———————————————————————————————————— Adrian was leaning against the railing of the lifeguards station, his lean body on full display. His boss was a pervert and had forced the female lifeguards into wearing little bikinis, and due to a lawsuit he’d then had to make the dress code ‘equal’. Instead of giving the girls normal clothes to wear he’d made all the male lifeguards wear speedo. So Adrian was wearing tight white and gold speedos that showed to everyone that he had barely anything to fill them up. Then the wind picked up and slapped him with a salty sea breeze. His speedo strained against the kraken that had just sprouted inside it. Two rounded orbs and a long shrank of meat. Adrian stared down at it in shock, but a smooth deep voice whispered to him to be calm. He shook his hips, making his bulge bounce and shake. His ass started to expand, thick powerful glutes to throw some hurricane like force behind Adrian’s new cock. Adrian pulled at his speedo to give himself some more space, his legs stretching and growing heavy with muscle. Adrian was giddy, he should be freaking out, but the voice kept calming him. The change was spreading, widening his feet, stretching his bones, packing meaty muscle onto his torso. His newly grown pecs bounced, his shoulders and biceps twitched. His tan darkened and his hair gained a salty texture, like he’d been living in the ocean, instead of just taking a dip. The breeze kept blowing, washing away the old Adrian. Waves of cool air sweeping in the new Adrian. Tall, powerful, forceful, commanding. No one would ignore his orders anymore, when he told someone to get out of the water, they would, when he told someone to stop kicking sand, they would, when he demanded someone go to the lifeguard hut and spread their legs, they would. Adrian scratched at his bulging basket and grabbed his bag, his shift was done. Normally he’d be getting changed before walking him, but today he felt it would be doing a disservice to his Lord if he covered up his glory. He picked up his old sneakers, not even realising that they wouldn’t fit his new flipper like feet. Adrain was not what people would assume a servant of Poseidon would be, they’d assume a lean swimmer. But a swimmer was meant to be quick and pass through the water, Adrian was big, broad and powerful he was meant to control the waves, to bend them and people to his will, all for the glory of Poseidon.