Giancarlo Baglioni

Giancarlo Baglioni

FlexVirus

Ping

Martin looked down at his phone screen to see a notification of a new message. He could see from the short snapshot of it, that it was nothing more than a spam message. He opened it up to see what rubbish it was, so he could block the account immediately. As he brought up the message though, his eyes were glued to a pic of a half-naked guy smirking right at him. His small chubby cock popped up at the sight of the guy. He stared at him before reading the message;

“Broski, The world is in desperate need of Brosephs to help fight the nerds and whiny fucks in our society. Open the app and sign up to help us take back society from those dweebs”

Martin was perplexed, the message was loaded, but didn’t seem like a conservative or republican message. His mind told him this was just a scam or a virus, but his dick knew that whatever page it took him to, there would be more hot bro’s to look at. Gulping down his fear, Martin tapped the link and opened the page. The page however had nothing on it, just a black screen. Martin looked at it for a second, before seeing a notification that an app was downloading, this must’ve been the virus. He tried to escape the link and stop the download, but his phone was frozen. He sighed, realizing he had fallen for some simple bait.

But before he put his phone down, a loading image appeared. It was a blue light at the centre of the screen with an outline of some cartoonishly bulky character. As the loading finishes, he watches as the app begins going through his images, mostly selfies but also taking memes and other things he found. Martin was horrified at the possibilities of what this virus could do with that, but then as he thought it couldn’t get worse, the app began rummaging through his messages, across multiple apps. His Instagram, Snapchat, WhatsApp, messenger and anything else he used, nothing was safe.

His mind raced about thinking of the worst possible situations this app was going to put him in. The app was beginning to lump all the data together, creating a profile of who he was. Confusion swept through Martin. A picture of Martin abruptly formed on the screen, surrounded by text boxes with aspects of his life, personality, memories, interests and body features. What was it doing?

Profile created…

Positive attributes: None

Brocess level: 5

Begin bodily changes:

Martin gazed in amazement at the sight before him. However, before he could react, his phone began to vibrate, sending shockwaves down his arms and immobilizing him.

His abdomen tightened and tensed, his previously soft stomach rippled with muscle into a chiselled six-pack. His abs form a mesmerizing grid, each muscle defining itself more pronouncedly than before. Martin is now the epitome of physical fitness, his once-soft midsection now an iron shield.

Martin's chest and pectoral muscles undergo a profound metamorphosis, swelling in size as they become larger and fuller. They push outward with undeniable force. The fabric of his shirt rips apart like tissue paper, exposing boulder-like pecs that rise and fall with each breath, oozing raw masculinity. A shadowy valley forms between the two mounds of impressive strength. Martin's calves and thighs began to expand gradually, muscles bulging and gaining definition. His once slender legs grew thicker and stronger with every passing moment.

His shoulders broaden, broadening his frame and giving him a more commanding presence. The undersized shirt strains against his expanding mass, pleading for mercy. His biceps that were once thin and weak bulged with power, filled with sculpted sinew beneath the skin, as veins snake their way across his forearms, pulsating with raw strength.

Martin was in shock at his transformation, what was happening to him? Why was it happening? But just as he thought it was over, the app continued its onslaught against him. The app zoomed in on his face, and he could feel tiny pinches happening all over it. His face began to swell in size, his cheeks and jaw becoming defined and narrow. Prickles of dark hair began to sprout all across his cheeks and jaw, coalescing into a chinstrap. His light brown eyes, deeping into darker brown, their gaze piercing the soul. The light shade to his mop of hair dimmed slowly into a brunette, the messy strands shrinking in size before gelling into a quiff of dark hairs and forming a douchey fauxhawk. His itchy sides shortened into a skin fade that accentuated his style.

Martin watched the avatar change and then looked at the mirror in his room. He would’ve gasped if he could. His face had changed completely, as had his body. He was turning into someone new. He wanted to cry, but in his paralyzed state, he couldn’t even do that. He could only watch.

“Flex…” Bright words shone on the screen, and as he saw them, his body obeyed. His arm flexed showing off his bicep, the veins bulging.

‘No please bro, I need this to stop’ he thought

Smile…” His eyes saw it and he tried to stop it, but the overwhelming strength of the app broke him. A grin, that wasn’t his, forced its way onto his face. Behind this smirking hunk was a screaming nerd, begging for salvation.

‘Oh fuck what's going brah, I need to get free of this pump, why the fuck am I talking like a broseph?!’ he thought panicked to himself, the typical gym bro language manifesting itself within him.

“Physical changes complete…

Mental changes beginning…”

Martin shrieked in his mind, he didn’t want his mind to change, what would be left of him?

In an instant, another shock went through him. The changes were quite abrupt to him. His IQ shot down, and his vocabulary took the brunt. His long and interesting words shrunk down to being grunts before evolving into bruhs, brahs, bros, before turning into complete typical gym rat speak.

“Fuck, bro! These gains are sick, gonna need a bigger pump later” He yelled suddenly, in a voice deeper than his own and spewing out his gym rat persona.

His interest in computers and all things nerd began to break apart. No matter how much he loved or was hyped for, he just found them boring now. Bit by bit, they were reduced until they were no more. ‘Nah, man! I'm all about computers, all about Star Trek, ya know? But somethin's just off, dude. Why ain't I findin' 'em fascinating? What's the deal, bro? Please, dude, I don't wanna transform into a full-on broski!’ he pleaded in his mind, his old vocabulary and speech vanished, replaced by the vulgar speech of a gym rat.

Yo bro, it was like BAM, new interests sparked, getting shredded at the gym every damn day, bumping that same old generic banger, and chugging protein shakes, became the holy grail of his existence. As a treat for his grind, he'd game a bit, nothing crazy, just some epic shooters like CoD to fire up his brain during those non-gym hours. And when the sun dipped low, you know the drill, he'd rage till he passed the F out with his broski crew. dude couldn't help but get hella pumped about a sick party, gettin' down on the dance floor, throwin' back some drinks, gettin' freaky in the sheets, and all them fine ladies around…

‘Yo, I gotta have those badass titties, fly ass chicks, and fine-ass bitches all over me freaking pronto, bruh!’ He thought as images of chicks with curves, big breasts and tight holes filled his mind. ‘bro, somethin' ain't sittin' right with me, 'cause I'm sure I’m gay… but damn, these girls, you know, them titties be bouncin' in my mind. Shit… babes… damn, I'm morphin' into a horny-ass straight broski.’

He tried to resist all of it but the app changed and a clip of some blonde bimbo appeared. His eyes were glued to her and big tits. His mind couldn’t do anything but think of her, his free hand sliding into his undies. He grabbed his member thinking about what he would do with her with his massive member. But it didn’t feel that big. A jolt went through him and his small chubby dick began engorging in size. His hand began jerking, his balls inflated and filled with new potent jock cum. He kept on jerking, with each one, he forgot any resistance and gave into his new persona. The cockiness enveloped him, he knew he looked good and so did everyone else, why fret or feel bad. He smothered himself in arrogance, the thoughts of how he could get any chick and how his arms were the biggest of all his broski’s. “Fuck… I’m the shit… I’m M… Fuck what was my name?” he tried to think as well as jerk off.

“It starts with M, then A… then…?” His secondary thought paused while his main process fired on all cylinders looking at the screen. The app then displayed the name Max on the screen, and his brain clicked.

“M A X… That's fucking right, I’m Max!” he yelled arrogantly and as he did his dick slipped out from his underwear and unleashed a torrent of cum that soaked itself into his room, changing the very environment around him. His books transformed into a basketball, and his computer turned into a TV screen with an Xbox hooked up to it. His cooking bowls turned into tubs of protein powder, and smoothies into energy drinks. Posters of Star Trek and other nerdy franchises turned into hardcore workout posters or pics of topless babes. Max flexed to himself, before texting some chicks he could pick up later.

Daym Girl, what are you doing? Do you want my dick?! You could just wait until we got home. You really can’t control yourself, can you?! I know it's big and girthy, but do you really want to lose your self respect just because you can’t handle your lust for my BIG THICK COCK?! I know it’s enticing to you, as it does to so many bitches, but my got where is your shame and dignity, were in public places you filthy whore!!!

Aaaaaaaaagghhhhhh you sure know how to give a good head!!! Okay you win, I’ll let you suck it for a while, I’ll just lay here and enjoy the night sky!!! Ohhhhh yeahhh suck it bitch… Yeahhh Faster, Faster, Deeper, Deeper. Oooohhh God! Thank you God for this Blessing! Father who Art in Heaven, You are real!!!

I love getting a blowjob in a place with a good view like this!!! Makes me feel so relax and shit, it give me time to think. Like how am I going to pulled three girls at once in the near future. Fuck Man that is such important and difficult matter!

"6 days, and still going strong baby," he murmured while sending the video of him saying it to Frank's boyfriend, Cam

In his desk, Cam's eyes widened. How on Earth that piece of shit still in control of his boyfriend? Shouldn't he be ejected from Frank's body after Halloween night's over?

Another message followed through

"I told you boy, I'm not gonna let go of him until I dick you down and you called my name while I'm fucking you, just give me access to that boipussy of yours so you can have him back,"

"Never," Cameron replied, holding his boner as the spirit's arousal and the idea to end his touch starvation messed up with his mind

"Well, your loss then, because he really got the best dick that fits perfectly to that hole of yours. The way it snugged so well, all 8 veinous inches of it swallowed by your hungry boipussy, it really drives me nuts. No matter how many loads I spewed to any other holes, I will stay inside of him until I get what I want, Cam. Don't you want to have me back, baby?"

Cameron shut his phone down to calm himself as the straining in his dress pants become more uncomfortable. He need to talk to the merch shop and ask anyone that can help him to understand how the fuck that fake merch hand they sold turned out to be the real deal. He cannot risk losing his boyfriend to whatever spirit that lived inside that hand and caused chaos among him and his friends.

Personal issues hampered my Halloween plan this year, so I'm just gonna post short stories like these. Sorry for any inconvenience

Jock Juice

Ned was very anxious about moving into his dorm. Without knowing anyone at the university he had no choice but to go random and as luck would have it the only spots left were in the athletes housing. Ned had no interest in sports and found jocks completely obnoxious. Being a nerdy gay man Ned tried his best to steer clear but now his hands were tied. When Ned walked into his room he was met by a total jock. 

Jack was well over 6 feet tall with a square jaw, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tee and pants that left little to the imagination. Ned was embarrassed when he felt his dick twinge but he quickly ignored it. “Hey bro you must be the roomie, sup.” Jack extended a fist which Ned awkwardly bumped.

Jack turned out to be not nearly as bad as Ned was anticipating. Actually he was pretty nice. He did come back really late from parties and his football gear was littered around the entire room but Ned enjoyed being able to watch Jack change from the corner of his eye. Ned was being driven crazy, staring at the bulging muscles and broad figure of his roommate.

One day as Jack pulled off his pants after a day of classes, he noticed Ned staring at his big bulge. “Hey dude it's ok to look, I’m actually gay too.”

Ned felt his face go red but his mind was reeling from the revelation. “Oh sorry-.” Jack interrupted, “Seriously dude it's fine honestly I’d be down to have some fun with you but you need to know something first.”

Ned couldn’t believe his ears, “You’d want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but dude the thing is I have a curse.”

Ned looked confused as Jack explained, “I used to be a nerd just like you but one day I fucked a jock and now I look like this.” Jack flexed one of his thick biceps.

“Now whenever someone comes in contact with my fluids they become a jock too, it doesn't matter what they looked like before, nerds, girls, old guys they all become jocks.”

Ned stared at his sexy roommate for a moment, he couldn’t be serious, this had to be some kind of prank but he didn’t care. Ned crossed the room and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Ned laughed in his head for a minute before he felt a gentle fog fall on his brain. Jack pushed Ned off “Bruh I wasnt fucking with you, are you ok.”

“Bro--I mean Jack, I feel fine I think. Whatever, I'm going to bed.” Ned wanted to die. He thought Jack was a nice guy. Why would he pull such a mean prank, although he had no idea why he called Jack bro.

The next morning Ned woke up earlier than usual. He looked himself down in the mirror, he looked the same. Since he woke up early though Ned decided he might as well do something productive and went over to the campus gym.

Ned got to the gym and quickly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. That’s when Jack came up to him, “Hey bro, sorry about last night I guess you’re into the gym now, need some help?”

“Uh sure that’d be cool dud--Jack thanks.”

The two guys worked out together for the next couple hours, after Jack handed Ned a towel and as he did his sweaty hand brushed into his roommates. Ned hardly took note but did feel very tired from the workout.

Ned and Jack walked to the showers together. Ned started rubbing his body down with soap as he noticed some muscle he didn’t remember having. Nowhere near as much as Jack but his shoulders did seem broader, his chest protruded out just a bit, and his abs were showing. As he continued soaping his body he noticed his dick. It was throbbing hard and not only that it looked larger than he ever remembered it. Ned was hit with an overwhelming burning lust. He furiously started jacking off in the shower before cumming all over the tile floor.

Meanwhile Jack felt worried about Ned. He knew the kiss from the night before would result in some minor changes but as long as he was careful it didn’t have to go further unless he knew that’s what Ned wanted. Jack was torn though cute nerds like Ned were exactly his type and he wanted nothing more than to worship that thin nerdy body. 

Later that night Ned tried to study for his Calc exam but couldn’t remember anything. He was sure the questions must have been written wrong because nothing made sense. On top of that all he could think about was Jack’s body. He was losing his mind.

Ned stood up and faced Jack who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Bro I need you inside me.” Jack met Ned’s start 

“You sure bro?”

Ned jumped on top of Jack quickly ripping off his pants revealing muscular thighs and an almost footlong dick. Jack yelped in surprise but couldn’t stop himself from letting Ned’s tongue slide down his shaft. Jack’s hips bucked as Ned got face fucked. Pre entered Nick’s mouth, causing his biceps to enlarge to 18 inches, his face sharpened into a chiseled look although Jack could hardly notice as Nick deepthroated his monster dick. 

Jack began moaning louder, gripping Nick’s enlarged muscular ass before cumming right down Nick’s throat. Nick swallowed load after load before rolling off to the side. Nick felt an even heavier fog descend on his brain. All he could think about was sports, working out and, bussy.

Nick got up and tried to put on his tee shirt which was now skin tight. “Dude that was fuckin sick!” Jack was still laying in bed disappointed. Jack stared at Nicks new thick cock and massive muscles uninterestedly. Jack was really only attracted to nerds.

Nick laughed “Bro I gotta find some other nerd to blow me.”