The Day I Became A Muscle Freak (Part 1)

[muscleaddict]

The door swung open and my jaw almost hit the bloody floor. I was so busy battling my nerves, apprehension, and excitement as to how to my encounter with The Transformer (his official superpower name), and the preceding twenty-four hours would play out, that I didn’t give the slightest thought as to what this rather famous individual would look like.

 

Standing before me was, quite possibly, the most devastatingly beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. With his piercing blue eyes, a ridiculously square lantern jaw, perfectly preened chestnut coloured hair, and strong, masculine features, The Transformer was the absolute embodiment of male perfection.

 

And the body. Holy fuck the body. Six foot something and built like a fucking tank. The line separating his pectoral muscles teasingly peeked above the V neck of his dark grey t-shirt (clearly chosen for that very bloody reason), while the rest of his exceptionally broad chest deliciously strained underneath the material. Both of his impressively thick arms bulged below the sleeves of the grey material, and his waist was impressively small, helping to give his torso the most gorgeous V shape. I made a good bet with myself that six perfectly shaped blocks of nicely separated abdominal muscle were lurking underneath his t-shirt.

 

He certainly wouldn’t be entering any bodybuilding competitions any time soon, but it wasn't hard to imagine The Transformer standing on stage in nothing but a pair of board shorts, competing in a physique, or fitness model class.

 

“Are you Tobey”? Oh God that accent. Thick, Northern and completely adorable. I suddenly started to panic. How the actual buggering fuck was I supposed to have a conversation with a man that beautiful?

 

“Ummm, yeah. Hi there”, I nervously replied. Technically I was lying, but he probably knew that. It’s never good practice to give out your real name when you’re involved in these kind of dodgy superpower dealings.

 

He didn’t even bother offering up an alias for himself. He just flashed me a reassuringly friendly and heart melting smile and before I knew it, I was entering into the outrageously handsome stranger’s flat and following him into his living room, whilst also admiring the immensely beautiful rear of his V shaped physique, and unashamedly checking out the modestly plump and completely edible arse stretching out the material of his jeans. Woof times three.

 

"Can I get you a drink Tobey"?

 

"Can I just get some water?", I nervously replied.

 

"Sure", The Transformer said. "Take a seat. Make yourself at home", he added as he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me alone in his rather compact but modern flat.

 

I took a seat on the three seater couch of the most beautiful man I'd ever met and I suddenly spotted an object which cried out for my attention. 

 

Casually lying on the coffee table in front of me was a magazine with a very familiar man on the front cover.

 

"Still or sparking"? The Transformer's absurdly sexy voice called from the kitchen.

 

"Still please", I replied, as I leant forward to inspect the insanely gorgeous man on the front of the magazine cover. The same man who is mere meters away from me getting me a beverage. The same man whose coach I was currently sitting on. 

 

Under the magazine title of "Ultimate Male Fitness" was the most stunning black and white shot of The Transformer in a tight t-shirt. His impressively muscular and thick arms wrapped behind his head in an effortlessly sexy manner.

 

For the first time since meeting The Transformer and entering his house my mind drifted to the magazine hiding in my backpack. 

 

I was nervous about what The Transformer would think of the men gracing the pages of said magazine, as anyone would be. But discovering that he was not only an impressively muscular man himself, but also a model gracing the pages of a men's fitness magazine, my apprehension started to ease considerably. 

 

I suddenly noticed a yellow post it note peaking out of the top of the magazine. Mysteriously written on it were the numbers "10/07". The day's date. 

 

I nervously peeled back the corner of the magazine to try and get a sneaky peak at what was on the marked page. 

 

The words "MEET THE REAL LIFE G.I JOE" were revealed and I just got a glimpse of the tight, modestly meaty pecs and lovely, peeled, six pack abs of The Transformer, when the real life version took me surprise and unexpectedly walked back into the room. 

 

I quickly retreated from the magazine, but it was too late. I'd been busted. A mischievous smirk was suddenly rested on The Transformers devastatingly sexy, male fitness model worthy face. 

 

"It's OK mate", he said with a warm tone. "I don't mind you checking out that magazine". 

 

I couldn't help but blush at the situation. "Did you...enjoy doing the shoot?", I asked. It was the only thing I could think to ask him to show my interest in the subject. 

 

"Ummm....yeah. Of course". He looked a little flustered at the question, and curiously, not entirely convincing in his answer. 

 

He handed me a glass of water, sat down on the sofa chair next to the one I was resting on and quickly changed the subject. "So did you come from far today Tobey"?

 

"No, just North London. Twenty minute tube journey", I replied. The Transformer took a seat on the sofa chair next to mine.

 

"Ahhhh, that's handy for you. I have people coming to see me from all over the world you know. Canada, the States, Australia"!

 

"Wow", I said, genuinely impressed, though not necessarily surprised given his superpower.

 

"I even had a guy come over from Singapore the other week. Singapore! Imagine that"! 

 

The Transformer then surprised me with an unexpected question. "So Tobey", he begun conspicuously. "Don't feel pressure to tell me but...do you have one of these superpowers yourself"?

 

I immediately felt my cheeks burning up and my mouth curling into an ominous smirk. "I do", I said in a non committing manner.

 

"Hmmmm. Something tells me you're not one for sharing your power?”, The Transformer playfully asked.

 

"Sorry", I replied, but only out of politeness. My reasonably harmless but utterly fantastic superpower isn't exactly embarrassing. It's just not the most appropriate power to discuss with a complete stranger. Or most people really. 

 

"Is it a fun superpower at least"?

 

"Oh yeah", I replied. And it most definitely is. Granted, it had a few teething problems at first, and lead me into to some rather sticky (no pun intended) and embarrassing situations. But, like most powers, once I'd learned to control it and only use it when I wanted to, boy oh boy did I start to have fun with it.

 

"Awesome", The Transformer replied. "Those are the best kinds of powers".

 

"One last question, then I'll drop the subject", he continued. Man he was curious about my superpower. "Would I have....heard of you"?

 

I told him most likely and blushed even harder at the thought of my rather cool and very fitting superpower name (not self given I might add). I've lost count of how many times someone has said to me, "Have you heard about the guy who can...". 

 

Yeah, I guess I'm fairly well known in superpower circles. I've heard quite a few people say they'd like to meet me, some of which I definitely would NOT use my power on (yuck), and others who I definitely would (woof). The absurdly beautiful man whose coach I’d found myself sitting on that day was definitely in the latter camp.

 

"So I'm guessing you know this works, but I'll run through it anyway", The Transformer began. It was apparently time to get down to business.

 

"For twenty-four hours I can transform you into any living person you like. They have to be living though. I can't do dead people. You have no idea how many requests I get from people wanting to transform into Michael Jackson. Or Judy Garland. That last request mostly comes from men. Men walking around out there in the body of Judy Garland. Imagine that".

 

All of this I knew already, but The Transformer continued to explain his services anyway. 

 

"What you do in that twenty-four hours is totally on you. I don't take responsibility for anything. Also a friendly word of advice. You might wanna make sure you're alone when you transform back into your normal self. Unless it's with someone who knows it’s really you, obviously".

 

Hearing The Transformer explain what I was about to go through, I suddenly felt a little apprehensive about the whole thing. 

 

What if I didn’t like being in somebody else's body? What if I regretted my choice? What if something went disastrously wrong? 

 

"All OK so far? It's not too late to back out", he reassured me.

 

I impulsively and quickly responded. "No! I mean, I don't want to back out. I guess I'm just a little nervous"?

 

He flashed me one of his gorgeous, warm smiles. "That's normal. Lots of people feel like that. It’s just the fear of the unknown".

 

The Transformer then raised the issue of payment and I fumbled into my wallet to retrieve almost a month’s worth of wages in cash to hand to the stunning specimen of man before me.

 

There was, of course, many who thought that using one’s superpower for financial gains was unethical. The Transformer, however, didn't seem to have any hang ups with regards to this.

 

"One last thing Tobey. Whoever you want to transform into, I need to see a picture of them".

 

I gulped and felt a pang of nerves in my stomach as I pictured the men who featured in the magazine tucked up in my backpack. This was the part of the process I had been dreading. The part that almost talked me out of embarking on the whole experience.

 

"Even if they're super duper famous I still need a picture", he explained.

 

My stomach tightened in knots once more. What would The Transformer think when he saw the pictures of the kind of men I wanted to spend the next day in the body of? I had to warn him, surely.

 

Another curiosity suddenly entered my head. "I have a question", I cautiously began.

 

"Go ahead - ask me anything", he replied.

 

"Will I...transform in front of you"?

 

"Yep", he said. "Right here in this flat. It's the only way to do it I'm afraid".

 

Oh shit. I definitely had to warn him.

 

"So, If you're ready - let’s get to it. So whose body do you fancy inhibiting for the next twenty-four hours Tobey"?

 

My heart started beating faster. "OK, so I don’t yet have a specific guy in mind, but I know the kind of person I want to be transformed to. There’s a few candidates shall we say”.

 

“OK”, he curiously said. “That’s no problem’,

 

“They’re all in a magazine I have. But before I show you a picture", I nervously continued, "I feel like I should probably warn you".

 

The Transformer smirked to himself in amusement. "Oh-kay", he sceptically said, giving me the benefit of the doubt.

 

"The guys in this magazine. Well, they're a little...extreme".

 

He gave me a reassuring smile. "Tobey. I've done a LOT of transformations and I've had a lot of....unique requests. I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before".

 

"OK", I said, a little more relaxed but still weary of how The Transformer would react when he saw an image of the kind of person I was requesting to be transformed into.

 

I picked up and unzipped my backpack, before reaching in to take out the kind of magazine I used to be terrified to buy as a teenager, and nervously handed it to the almost sickeningly handsome man sitting across from me.

 

The second The Transformer saw the image of the outrageously huge and frighteningly muscular mass monster on the cover of one of the most hardcore bodybuilding magazines on the market, his expression changed. 

 

As The Transformer stared in complete shock, amazement and ever so sight fear at one of the biggest, nastiest and freakiest professional bodybuilders on the planet in all his monstrous, shredded, barely human glory, I took a deep breath and nervously revealed my intention. "I want to be transformed into a bodybuilder".

[convolution]

Great start ☺

You've got me imagining all kinds of scenarios.

Thanks

[muscleaddict]

4 hours ago, convolution said:

Great start ☺

You've got me imagining all kinds of scenarios.

Thanks

Thanks mate - I'm glad you liked it!

[musclvr]

Looking forward to the next chapter(s).  The transformation would be a dream come true for most of us.  Storyline has limitless possibilities.

[Kamaswami]

I love your stories, and the setup here is great. I can't wait for the next installment. 

[muscleaddict]

1 hour ago, Kamaswami said:

I love your stories, and the setup here is great. I can't wait for the next installment. 

Hey - bless you and thanks!! The story is all done so I'll be posting the next part soon 

[growinmuscl]

Thanks for the new story! Like the others - I love your work and look forward to more chapters in this one, hopefully soon. I'm quickly (and easily) thinking up possibilities with my own "selections." :-)

[muscleaddict]

3 hours ago, growinmuscl said:

Thanks for the new story! Like the others - I love your work and look forward to more chapters in this one, hopefully soon. I'm quickly (and easily) thinking up possibilities with my own "selections." :-)

Thanks so much "growninmuscl" - I really appreciate those kind words!  More will be posted soon! And yeah - I've had some thoughts myself about which bodybuilders I'd be like to be transformed into for the day. Not sure I'd venture too much out of the house though! I'd probably be too busy keeping myself entertained!