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Leland was a confident and fearless young man. His disheveled hair a lighter shade of auburn, his eyes royal blue. He was 5'9", weighing in at 170 pounds of intensely lean muscle. His skin may have been fair but that sure wouldn't stop him from going to the sunny and exclusive Power Beach. Despite the name it was a club first and a beach second. It was a club sandwiched between short cliff walls with its own beach. He remembered slowly and awkwardly riding his bike by there on his way to and from school, gawking at the musclemen walking in or out. He didn't know what they did inside, though he assumed it was the embodiment of all his wildest dreams. But he could only see so much from the sidewalk. He didn't want to be there to just look at those bodybuilders, fitness models, and power lifters. He wanted to be one of them.
 

He parked his car outside and sighed as he slowly shut the door. For once in his life he didn't feel so hot. Leland wore a tight muscle shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off his "assets." It was his go to look for when he needed to feel powerfully sexy without looking like he's trying. He bent down to tighten his shoe laces, trying to stall long enough to regain his composure. He eventually got into the rhythm and entered the building. Leland may not have been large but he certainly had the swagger of a hulking masculine man. The receptionist was a large man, but he was hilariously dressed like a somewhat nerdy accountant or librarian. The receptionist adjusted his glasses as Leland approached the desk.
 

"Uh hey. I was wondering if I could join-"
 

"Hold on." The receptionist cut Leland off in an unexpected baritone voice. He came out from behind his desk, revealing a behemoth like upper body with gargantuan tree-trunk legs to match. Jake was obviously over 240 pounds and stood at 5'11". He looked Leland up and down before shaking his head. "I want to say no, but we could use more red heads in our club."
 

"Huh?" Leland was taken aback. It made it seem like the club was a business looking to hire someone. Leland always thought it was an exclusive gym/spa/beach kind of club.

 

"You'll just have to be worked on extra hard to fit in here, I suppose." The receptionist removed his glasses and cleaned them. He used the bottom portion of his shirt, revealing his powerful abdomen. Leland wanted to see more, but the receptionist was all business at the moment."I just need to see some ID and we can get started with the registration."
 

"Ok!" Leland dug into his pocket and removed his ID from his wallet. The receptionist took it and skimmed over it. While the receptionist was busy, Leland scoped the desk's nameplate to find out the receptionist's name was Jake.

 

"Leland O'Byrne, 5'9", 160 pounds, blue eyes, red hair." Jake smiled. "You even have an Irish name to boot. We don't have a Leland either. This works out nicely."
 

"Just a quick question, this is a fitness club or something, right?" Leland was confused by the way Jake was talking.

 

"We're an exclusive club that takes care of powerful men and gives them a private place to gather. All the men here compete and are known by name in magazines, films, shows, sports, or venues. We only look for men with potential and having a tinge of uniqueness helps them stand out too. Though finding men with potential isn't simple because it's not something that can be easily worked on. Not many pale men join since they assume we're a beach club... As dumb as that sounds... So that makes you a rarity among us. You have a good name. Your potential is astounding based on your current stature, even if you are only a fraction of the way there."

 

Leland smiled. He was always confident in himself, but hearing Jake say your potential is astounding inflated his ego big time. "So I'm in? Do I need to do any paperwork?"

 

"Oh we'll get to that. First I want you to sign this contract. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. This form just states that a portion of any money you make goes to us. You could say the owners of the club become your agents and your well being is in their hands. We also get to decide your look so we can make best use of your potential and assets. The club can't have a supposed hunk look like a generic muscleman, now can we?"

 

"That makes sense I guess." Leland bent over the desk and signed the papers without even looking while Jake copied his ID. Jake held on to the ID, yet the stats and picture were now blank after the scan. Just like that it was done. Leland was too excited to even care about what he signed. It was a foolish thing to do, but not in this case.
 

"Ok. It's done." Jake pushed a button and two equally large men emerged from double doors. The men grabbed Leland and escorted him down some stairs, making Leland feel uneasy. Butterflies of fear and excitement fluttered around in his stomach. The receptionist followed behind, holding a tablet. Leland began sweating the moment he seen two steel doors. It felt like he was in a sci-fi movie and he was about to be ripped apart.
 

"What's go-"

 

"Don't worry." One of the behemoths said as he covered Leland's mouth. The doors opened, revealing a metallic chair on top of a very blocky machine. Leland tried to resist, but it was too late. The behemoths placed him in the chair and made sure he couldn't escape. Despite Leland's struggles the behemoths used their strength to easily slip restraints on Leland.

 

"Let me go! What is this?!" Leland panicked as he struggled against the restraints. The behemoths paid Leland no mind as they removed all of his clothing by just ripping them off.

 

"You signed the paper. We get to decide what look works with your natural looks." Jake placed the tablet on a nearby table and went behind Leland. He started massaging the frantic young man's shoulders. Occasionally skimming over Leland's pecs and traps to keep the young man relaxed and submissive. "You need to be relaxed though, Leland. We're not going to hurt you. The process is a bit painful, but I can assure you, it is pleasurable."

 

Leland melted as Jake's large hands roamed over his upper body. "Alright..."

 

Jake eyed Leland's rising member and rolled his eyes. He was clearly still all about business. "We just need you to answer some personal questions. We can only do this once, so we need something that works with your attributes and personality."
 

"I'll answer them." Leland was in a daze.
 

"First question, what is your sexuality?"

 

"Homosexual."

 

"Second question, are you naturally lean?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Third question, how do you feel about body hair?"

 

"I'm like a piece of white paper so I think it'd look gross. I'm glad I'm naturally smooth."

 

"Fourth question, have you ever used anabolic steroids?"

 

"No, but I wanted to..."

 

"Fifth question, do you have any relatives? If you do, where do they live?"

 

"I'm an only child and my parents are jerks so I don't bother with them much. They live all the way across the country though."

 

"Final question, if you could pick any profession that requires muscles, what would it be?"

 

"Bodybuilding! I love lifting weights and want to get huge. All eyes on me as I work my stuff and make the judge's jaws drop... Ehehe... I'll get there."
 

"I'm sure you will. Ok, that's all. We just needed to know these things before we change you. If you were unhappy with what we picked, then you wouldn't be able to access the maximum potential your body has. That would be a very undesirable result." Jake continued massaging Leland's shoulders, deciding to throw the poor aroused dope a bone. "I do prefer shredded smaller men such as yourself. But I think we can still become very good friends after the change."

 

Leland didn't bother replying as he smiled at the thought of him and Jake having a little fun. Though given Jake's size, saying big fun would be more appropriate. Whatever was going to happen, Leland was ready. Meanwhile Jake had let go of Leland's shoulders so he could make a call. There was plenty of mhms and yeses while Jake tapped on the tablet before Jake hung up the phone. He then placed the tablet behind the chair where Leland was sitting and without warning electricity surged forth from the chair. It enveloped Leland quickly but he wasn't scared. In fact he was gaining some amount of odd pleasure from the electricity. It made sense seeing as how the electricity was surfing along every nerve to make his muscles have a post-pumped feeling. He could feel his blood rushing and his mind going hazy, which was a side effect of his chemistry being rewritten. Leland couldn't help but groan. He couldn't tell if it was from the pain of growing bigger or the pleasurable rush of growing.

 

Leland's muscles pulsed along with the rhythm of his heart. The pulse was leaving his muscles just a tad bit bigger, starting with his upper torso. His pectoral muscles and upper back muscles were the first muscles to receive the gift of growth. His pecs grew outward until Leland could no longer see half of his stomach. They were slabs of pure beef without any room between them. His delts, traps, and lats joined in. It was causing half his neck to become buried in muscle, while his shoulders broadened and widened along with his chest. He couldn't see his abdomen, but the onlookers got a very nice view. His beautifully sculpted 6-pack turned into something fearsome and defined, almost like bricks sticking out from his stomach. His obliques toned and contorted, trying to make his abdomen have just the right curve from his widely massive pecs down to his narrow waist.

 

Leland's arms weren't slacking either. His biceps pushed against the restraints as veins became more pronounced on his quickly growing arms. His biceps and triceps had immense hills and crevices along them, trying their best to contain all the mass that they had to now support. If he were to flex, his arm would easily be bigger than his head. His forearms were wide and powerful, leading down to thick wrists with newly grown hands. They were now made for lifting anything, big or small, with ease. The section below his waist was next to receive the gift of growth but the momentum didn't fade. His quads shot out in all four directions, making it impossible for the forming muscleman to sit with his legs together ever again. His calves strengthened, becoming beautifully sharpened to contrast well with his pillar-like thighs. His glutes also got a slight overhaul, becoming striated and all muscle. Leland wouldn't really need to accommodate anyone else comfort wise, after all.
 

Last was his face, losing any form of delicate prettiness in exchange for a look that would match his body. Leland's features were becoming brutish and sharp. His brow was thicker and his chin had perfectly angled sides, squaring off for the most part. His face gained some character, showing signs of stress on the side of his eyes and a slight scowl line. Lifting to become that big would've taken immense effort, and his face now shown it with properly placed small lines. It was a handsome face nevertheless. With piercing blue eyes and vibrant hair, people would pay attention to the portion above his neck despite his enormous and entrancing muscles. The face he'd make when lifting would be picture worthy, showing every ounce of his alpha-brand intensity. Everything Jake and the owners planned seemed to be going along nicely. Leland wasn't just their only red head; he was now the biggest bodybuilder in the world. He needed to exude intensity and masculinity at all times. He had to seem unapproachable as if he were a muscle god. All in all it's safe to say that goal has been reached. Well, almost...

 

"Phase one is complete. Now phase two." Jake smirked as he pushed another button on the tablet.
 

Leland's reaction to the electricity caused his back to arch and his pelvis to rise briefly. His testes grew in size, prepping to become the testosterone factories that Leland's body needed. His cock lengthened and thickened, becoming quite the monster that would make men green with envy... Or perhaps flushed with lust. His mind was wheeling as the hormones surged throughout his system. Some new driving force attached itself to his already huge confidence and swagger fueled ego. Implanting truths in Leland's subconscious. No human can compare to him, because he was made to be stronger than any living human. He. Was. THE. Alpha. He felt like he was a god among men. Surely nobody would argue with him on that.

 

Leland shook his head back and forth, ridding himself of the remaining daze from his transformation. He stood up as he naturally found a stance that worked well for him. He walked over to Jake and picked up the muscleman with ease. Leland laughed as he felt no strain on his part, giving Jake a bear hug until he felt Jake punch him a few times. It didn't harm Leland at all. If anything it felt great having his muscles acting as a shield. Although Jake wasn't hurt, he was disheveled. He adjusted his glasses as he tried to ignore Leland's... Well, Leland's everything.

 

"Leland O'Bryne, 6'2", 480 pounds even. You are now officially the world's strongest man, but not the tallest or heaviest. Your height will allow you to enter most establishments without ducking, because let's face it; you'll already have a hard enough time getting through doors due to your width. You will participate in next month's main bodybuilding events, and of course, take on Mr. Universe as soon as you gain enough exposure. It shouldn't take that long, given your size." Jake handed Leland his ID, showing the previously mentioned changes. "Other important pictures and paper work will reflect your new stats. We don't need others finding out about our new technology. Speaking of which, you were our first subject. Congratulations on not dying."
 

"Ok..." Leland winced as he shifted his weight from side to side. He should've been bothered by Jake's words but he was more focused on how his enormous body felt. He noticed something slapping between his thiighs as he shifted his weight. He looked down, dismayed to see nothing but pecs, although he was aroused by it all the same. He shrugged and just continued on with the conversation. "So what's with the big dick then? Wouldn't that get in the way?" Leland smirked, not really concerned at all about the size of his package getting in the way of things.
 

"Well we are also aware that a man of your stature would attract a lot of attention. To keep your ego perfectly intact, we decided you would need a large... Sexual instrument. Not being able to sexually satisfy partners would lead to lower morale. That wouldn't do. Albeit, a smaller sexual instrument would most certainly let your muscles stand out even if you were naked. Sadly it can't be changed even if the club or you wanted to. So you'll have to deal with it."

 

Leland laughed. "Sexual instrument?"

 

"Yes. The club owner's words. Not mine." Jake smiled. "Your home wardrobe is being updated as we speak, and you will be given a new phone with your new schedule. You will be a man who is in demand. I assume you know how to flex, but if you'd like, we could have someone teach you what poses will show off your assets. As you can tell by your downward pointing nipples, your pecs are extremely large. We thought it'd be interesting and would make you more imposing if your shoulders and chest were a bit bigger in proportion with the rest of your body. It gives you more of an oddly attractive barbaric look and It obviously does make you more imposing."

 

Leland nodded in agreement as he put his fist under his chin. It was a sarcastic over-animated gesture that signified he was pretending to deeply listen to every word. "Sure. OK. Gotcha. The person teaching me these poses will be you, right?"
 

"No."

 

"That's a shame. I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone. Get some poses down and get a chance to become 'great friends' with you." Leland winked as he put his hand on Jake's shoulder. Even though Jake was trained to be very stoic, he couldn't help but blush a little.

 

"I mean yes. Yes I will teach you proper posing techniques."
 

"Cool. Let's get it on." Leland pushed Jake towards the main doors despite Jake's heels dragging a few times. Jake didn't mean right now, but Leland clearly wanted them to start as soon as possible. Seeing as how he was the world's epitome of muscular masculinity, Jake had no choice but to go with the flow. Of course, he didn't mind it one bit.

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Yes, it's a very good film about the dangers of getting your wishes fulfilled.

Sounds like an interesting movie. I googled it too and it seems like a classic. I like older movies.
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