Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)

Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)

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Present day

Clint was making his way home after a long day at work, his body sore from the day's labour. He longed for the days where his job as a tradesman was just a front that had been set up for him by the Man in Black. After the procedure, the man dressed in black gave him a new backstory with a fit wife who had been through a similar procedure. He would laze around all day, working out, posting queer bait pictures to instagram, and most importantly spouting on about conspiracy theories and quotes about being a real man any chance he got. And in return for his work, regular checks arrived keeping him flush with cash.

But after the election, the checks stopped coming. He kept up his usual posting routine, but soon he had to turn back to tiling to pay the bills. As Clint gripped the steering wheel, he inspected his muscular forearm. His enhanced body required so much protein to maintain his mass that he was afraid he’d begin to lose his physique if he couldn’t find some cash. His posts had become more and more nonsensical as his situation worsened and he turned to shady deals selling videos of him wrestling other men on the internet.

Clint pulled his truck up to his local gym, hoping a solid workout would perk him up a bit. The gym was the only real place where he felt in control these days. As he made his way across the gym floor, he felt numerous pairs of eyes taking in his hulking form. The high-cut gym shorts and muscle tank that he was wearing did little to hide his godly physique. Buoyed by the attention, Clint made an effort to stand up straight and puff his chest out to give his admirers a better show as he strutted towards the free weights. To Clint's annoyance, some twink was already there, struggling with the lightest weights in the gym, his clothes draped off his unnaturally skinny body.

“I think you’re done here kid,” Clint said as he grabbed two of the heaviest dumbbells in the gym, shoving the much smaller man out of the way. The smaller man fell to the floor, but Clint didn’t pay him a second thought. He was far too engrossed in his workout. Despite having this body for several years now, it was still such a rush to workout. It was like his body craved being put under the stress of a heavy lifting session. Clint was transfixed at the way his hulking body moved as he curled the heavy dumbbells. It was almost orgasmic for him. He felt his member begin to chub up slightly in his shorts.

For the next hour, Clint pushed his body through a grueling workout. Upon finishing his last set, he dropped his weights back on the rack, and closed his eyes, his head tilted towards the ceiling. He loved the feeling of post-workout bliss. The feeling of his sweat-soaked shirt hugging his body. The feeling of his pumped muscles twitching under his skin. The feeling of blood coursing through his swollen veins. He felt his cock harden further down the leg of his shorts. He peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his incredible torso, pumped and swollen from the workout. He began inspecting his flawless form in the gym mirror. “Could I be any more perfect,” he muttered to himself.

He felt a cool breeze as his dick approached full hardness, the tip beginning to surge past the leg of his shorts. “Down boy,” he laughed to himself, “just wait till we get home to the wifey”. He made his way across the gym floor, making sure to give his fellow gym-goers a good show of his sweaty, swollen form before tossing his gear in his truck and starting his journey home. The workout had helped take his mind off things, but the feeling of doubt that lingered on the periphery of his mind began to ebb once more.

As Clint pulled onto his street, he realised that a familiar black SUV was parked in his driveway. A wave of relief washed over him. The man in black must be finally reaching out to him! He parked his car and heaved his huge frame out of his truck. With his wide stride, it only took him a few steps to reach the car. Clint paused as he approached. Something was wrong. The door to the SUV opened revealing a man dressed in white. “Hello Clint” he said chillingly. Fear and panic sent adrenaline coursing through Clint’s veins. He turned and bolted away from the man, only to be grabbed by a dozen other men in suits and dark sunglasses. Clint’s muscles bulged as he wrestled for his life against the men, but he was simply outnumbered. “Take him inside” the Man Dressed in White ordered. The men bundled Clint inside as he howled and struggled.

Once inside, the men pushed Clint to his knees and bound his hands behind his back. “What are you going to do to me?” Clint asked. “Why we’re going to right what has been wronged Clint,” the man dressed in white said, “Do you ever think about the two men you cheated to get that body?. “Why would I?” Clint spat. “Well one of the men was tragically beaten to death by a homophobe after the agency released him while the other man was sold as a sex slave” the Man Dressed in White explained. “So, the queers deserved it” Clint spat again, his voice thick with malice.

The man dressed in white gestured to someone behind Clint. In walked the slender twink from the gym, his head and shoulders hunched. The twink looked at Clint with a mixture of lust and hate. ”Don’t you recognise him Clint?” the Man Dressed in White exclaimed as he pulled a small silver ring out of his pocket, “This is Shayne. We managed to rescue him off a drug lord in Mexico and tonight, we are going to balance the scales”.

“No, you can’t take my muscles”, panicked Clint. “Oh no Clint, we will be taking much more than that” explained the man in white. “You see, you have such a following on social media, your disappearance or sudden loss of size would fuel the fires of conspiracy”. “I’ll do anything, please don’t change me back,” begged Clint “I was nothing before!”. “Ohh Clint, you will be doing more than you know to right the wrongs of the agency”. “Place your hands on his temples Shayne” said the Man in Dressed in White. Shayne came and kneeled in front of Clint before reaching out and placing his small hands on Clint’s temples. He licked his lips as he felt the heat radiating off Clint's golden skin.

The Man Dressed in White placed the silver ring on Shayne’s finger. Suddenly Shayne’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He sighed as his head slumped forward and a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth. The cloud began to float towards Clint. Panicked, Clint held his breath and thrashed against his bindings. “Ohh Clint, even with all your godly muscles, you’re still human so you’ll need to breathe eventually”.

Clint’s vision began to blur as the lack of oxygen began to take a toll on him. His veins began to pop as his muscles demanded he take a breath. A thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He couldn’t go any longer, and he was forced to take a long deep breath, pulling the smoke into his lungs. The last thing Clint remembered was a wave of weakness washing over him before everything went black.

Clint woke up a few minutes later with his face on the floor. His whole body ached. He went to push himself up off the ground when he noticed small, slender hands instead of his usual calloused mitts. Panicked, looked down and saw a pale and impossibly thin body. He began to go into shock. “Looking for these” said a deep voice rumbled. Clint looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a naked version of his former body looking back at him, flexing his huge biceps, and proudly showing his rock hard 10 inch cock as precum oozed from its tip. “This is such a rush,” the man exclaimed as his hands explored whis swollen new form, “I never had this insane size before”. The man's hands came to rest at the base of his throbbing cock. He shuddered as he ran his hands along the length of his thick shaft to his sensitive tip. “Let’s see what this monster can do,” the imposter said, his voice thick with lust as he walked slowly towards Clint.

The Man in White watched on, pleased with his work. But this was just one of the many wrongs that the agency and the man in black had made. He had more work to do.

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Short Story: Tourist Trap

I knew I had to be aware of scams while I was visiting South-East Asia. But when a fellow Aussie approached me, I trusted him immediately. You just feel a special bond when you meet someone from back home while traveling in a foreign country.

He told me he had seen me on Instagram, and that he had a great photo op for me. Being recognised was all in a day's work for famous bodybuilders like myself. He explained that he had been staying in this city for a few weeks, and he had found an orphanage that needed book donations. I had heard of a scam that sounded familiar to this, but I trusted my fellow countryman. Plus I could do with a few shots for the gram that painted me as a giant with a heart of gold, rather than just another influencer taking advantage of the cheap booze and tropical weather.

The scooter groaned under my 125kg of prime bodybuilder beef, as we sped through the crowded streets, dodging between cars and alleyways. I should have realised it was strange for him to know these streets so well, but I foolishly thought nothing of it at the time.

Eventually we arrived at a rundown-looking building on the edge of the city. I followed my guide inside, noticing that there didn’t appear to be any kids in sight, just skinny local guys milling around the place. We made our way to a courtyard with a small dark pond in the center of the building. I asked my guide where the kids were and he just smiled at me.

One of the skinny local guys appeared with a mischievous grin on his face. He looked like he was in his late teens, his exposed torso thin and hairless like the rest of his body. He seemed to be undressing me with his eyes as he took in my huge hulking form. He said something excitedly in his native language and dropping his pants. What the fuck! This guy’s tiny prick was rock hard! Still smiling, the man winked at me before he dived headfirst into the murky pond between us.

I felt someone shove me from behind, causing me to crash into the pool face first. My powerful limbs tried to fight the water, but a strange current seemed to be pulling me deeper and deeper into the pool’s dark depths. Through the darkness, I could make out the local guy from before, smiling maniacally as my vision turned back.

I woke to the sound of voices yelling in the distance. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could tell they were Aussie accents and I needed to get out of this hellhole. I ran out of the small room I had awoken in and made my way towards the voices.

Everything seemed strangely larger as I sprinted down the hallway towards the entrance. A few of the locals tried to stop me but I somehow evaded their grasp. I burst out onto the street to see my two men starting up a couple of scooters. One was the man who brought me here, but the other was my exact doppelganger!

The man laughed as he said something in a language that I couldn’t understand before flexing one of his massive biceps. As he continued talking, he ran both his huge calloused hands down his ripped torso before palming the obscene bulge at the front of his pink gym shorts. After playing with himself for a few moments, he looked back at me, his face plastered with a mischievous grin as he gave me a wink.

Suddenly a bunch of locals grabbed me from behind and dragged me back towards the building. I thrashed about, trying to break their grip before realising in horror that my body was now small and slender with a tanned skin colour that matched theirs. I watched in terror as my body sped off into the distance.

I should have been more careful.

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Short Story: Always read the contract

How are you holding up man? Daniel said, not taking his eyes off his phone. “I’m feeling a little woozy bro,” Geoff replied, swaying slightly on his stool. Daniel chuckled to himself as he put his phone down and inspected the gradual changes occurring in his body. His pecs were beginning to jut out from his chest and his arms were beginning to take on some definition again. “Having your muscle drained out of your body will do that” Daniel replied as he massaged his growing muscle tits. Shit, his pecs were already bigger than from his previous procedures and Goeff had so much more to give. Anxious to see the final results, he flicked the iv bag a few times, speeding up the flow of potent liquid into his veins.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of his body growing larger, taller, and more muscular with each passing second. “But it’s only for three months right?” Geoff asked, concern in his voice as his physique drained through the iv line in his arm. He had agreed to loan his mass to Daniel for a handsome fee, but seeing the last few years of gains vanish down the line in his arm suddenly made everything very real. 

“Sure, mostly,” Daniel said with a smirk on his face as he palmed the growing bulge in his shorts. Geoff was correct that Daniel would only have his size for a few months, but after Geoff's size faded from Daniel's body, it was lost to Geoff forever. And any gains that Daniel managed to make with his temporary size and strength boost would be permanent. And with Geoff’s physique, Daniel was sure he would be able to make some insane gains before his borrowed strength faded.

He opened his eyes to find his lower half obscured by his new huge pec shelf. Daniel chuckled to himself as he realised he had now surpassed his doner in height and mass. And this was only the first bag. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. He only needed to convince a few more gullible bodybuilders to let him ‘borrow’ their hard-earned gains until he would permanently have the godly physique that he craved.

“Hey man, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Geoff said as he pawed feebly at the line in his arm. “Ohh I think you’ll be staying for the whole procedure,” Daniel said getting out of his chair to stand over his helpless doner, his body swelling with every step he took. Daniel towered over Geoff, his meaty hands placed on his hips to show off his swollen pecs and biceps. “You see we have a contract, and I have every intention to enforce it.”

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Story: Late Night Workout

Here's my first story. Be kind and hopefully people see it :)

It was after midnight and the gym was dead, but that was the way Marcus liked it. Marcus was a beast of a man, handsome, tall, and incredibly muscular. After finishing college, he had honed his naturally athletic physique into one that of an amateur bodybuilder. But that wasn’t enough for Marcus, he wanted to be truly huge, so he turned to a cocktail of chemicals to push his physique beyond his natural genetic limit. Marcus roared as he threw around huge amounts of weight, relishing in the pump that filled his muscles with blood. He couldn’t get away with such a raw display of power when the gym was full during the day, so he worked out at night when he could truly unleash.

After several hours of pumping iron, Marcus faced one of the gym mirrors and admired his incredible physique. His meaty pecs heaved with each breath and his huge shoulders glistened with sweat under the gym lights. Marcus brought his swollen biceps up into a double bicep pose and watched as his peaks swelled with strength. There was another reason why Marcus liked working out alone. As he posed, his pants began to tent as he admired his own godly physique. He reached into his sweatpants and rearranged his huge cock and hefty balls. Unlike most users, he had found the perfect mix of chemicals that managed to not only boost his already naturally high testosterone production but also keep his sizable package intact. Marcus squeezed his lemon-sized nuts, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain throughout his body as clenched his powerful core. “I’m a fucking beast” he panted to the empty gym.

But little did Marcus know, he wasn’t alone. Watching from the shadows was Seth, a freshman from the local college. Several weeks ago, Seth was making his way home after staying late in the computer lab. While walking past the local gym, Seth caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a colossus of a man pumping iron with perfect form and animalistic power, his grey track pants doing little to hide the obscene bulge in his pants. Instantly, Seth was filled with a mixture of lust and loathing as he watched the raw display of power in front of him. He could practically smell the sweat that poured out of the man’s pores through the glass. Marcus was everything Seth wanted to be. Tall, muscular, handsome, the walking epitome of male masculinity. And from that moment, Seth knew that he needed to take it for himself. And now, after weeks of work, tonight would be the night.

As Marcus flexed, he began to feel the room get warmer. “Fuckers must have turned off the AC again,” said Marcus rubbing the sweat from his brow. He detected a slight smell of mint in the air but thought nothing of it. He threw a most muscular pose and watched as his huge muscles swelled in his black singlet. His singlet was drenched in so much sweat that it stuck to his body like a second skin. “Fuck, it really is hot,” Marcus cursed as he began to feel light-headed, the smell of mint growing stronger.

Suddenly a wave of weakness washed over him. He found himself stumbling forwards toward the mirror before he managed to use his huge calloused hands to stop himself. He shook his head in an attempt to regain his senses as he tried to push his hulking form away from the mirror. The smell of mint flooded his senses, choking his lungs and causing his eyes to water, further clouding his mind.

Suddenly he felt something slide into his pants, before feeling a small hand grip his cock. He heard a gasp as the cool hand explored the sheer size of his cock, a realisation that even in his current semi-hard state, the hand couldn’t even make it halfway around his girth.

After a few moments, the hand began to run its way up and down his cocks already considerable length. Despite plenty of luck with the ladies, this had to be the most sensual thing that Marcus had ever felt. More blood pulsed through the thick veins of his cock until he was at his full rock hard 10 inches. The hand gently pulled back his foreskin, exposing his huge mushroom head to the sweat-soaked fabric of his workout shorts and releasing a pungent smell of musk and hormones. The hand then massaged Marcus' sensitive tip, sending jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body. “Ohhh fuck,” Marcus moaned. His muscles tensed and his back arched as he approached a toe-curling orgasm. His massive balls pulled upwards towards his body as they prepared for climax.

But suddenly the feeling stopped. “Please. I’m. So. Fucking. Close,” Marcus panted as he was denied release. “What’s in it for me?” a voice Marcus didn’t recognise whispered softly. The smell of mint got stronger. “Anything. You. Want. Just. let. Me. Cum!” Marcus moaned between waves of pleasure and pain, the veins of his cock bulging as pressure continued to build in his nuts.

Seth smiled. Marcus’ consent was the final thing he needed. As he lifted the back of Marcus’ sweat-soaked singlet, the smell of salty sweat and musk filled the air. The smell of raw masculinity. He began to trace a series of runes on Marcus’ bare skin, marveling at the width of the muscle man’s back. Due to the massive difference between their heights, Seth had to get in his tiptoes to reach the giant's vast upper back to draw final runes. Marcus shuddered to Seth's touch, his back muscles twitching and flexing under the smaller man's fingers. “Soon,” Seth said to himself.

Seth grabbed the waistband of Marcus’ gym shorts and with some difficulty pulled them down past his bubble butt and raging hardon. Marcus moaned as the fabric touched his sensitive cock and his mushroom head began oozing precum. Seth shucked his own pants revealing a thin, but average-length dick. With both hands, he parted Marcus’ granite-like ass cheeks.

Seth pressed his dick against Marcus’ hole but was met with resistance. He calmly reached up and pulled Marcus’ mammoth arms down to his side, before placing his palms on the back of Marcus’ significantly bigger hands. Then, as if they were his own, he guided them down to Marcus’ raging cock and began to stroke back and forth, faster and faster, Marcus’ precum and sweat lubing the length of his shaft. Even with Marcus’ saucer-like hands gripping his shaft, his swollen cock still had plenty of length to spare. The smell of mint was stronger than ever. Euphoria coursed through Marcus’ body and his cock shot out a volley of cum over the mirror in front of him. Seth felt Marcus’ defences relax. “This is it,” he whispered in Marcus’ ear, “now I ascend!”. Seth forced his cock inside Marcus’ waiting hole. Marcus fired another volley of cum as Seth pushed inch after inch into his asshole.

Seth reached the point where he would have been balls deep in Marcus, but he pushed further, his groin sinking into Marcus’ muscular butt. Oblivious to what was happening, Marcus continued to ride his wave of climax, moaning as he released another spray of cum. Seth pushed further into Marcus, pushing his slender legs into Marcus’ tree trunks. His smaller size 8 feet were engulfed by Marcus’ size 14s. His torso made contact with the ridges of Marcus’ muscular back before sinking into his warm flesh. Seth pushed his small sticks into Marcus' colossal arms and his slender hands into Marcus’ larger calloused ones. He felt as if his consciousness was expanding to fill the stud's body, a rush of strength and testosterone flooding through his being. He began to feel what Marcus felt, flashes of sensation of his powerful hands on his massive cock, and the cooler breeze of the gym air on his hot, sweaty skin.

Finally, as Marcus sprayed another impressive volley of cum on the gym mirror, Seth pushed his head into the middle of Marcus’ back. Everything went dark as both men closed their eyes. Seth let his consciousness envelope Marcus’, stripping it of its confidence, dominance, and animalistic drive, before pushing the pathetic remains out into the darkness. The strong smell of mint was joined by the heavy smell of musk, a cocktail of hormones hanging thick in the air alongside the smell of sweat and cum. Seth’s eyes shot open and he sprayed the last of Marcus’ essence over the gym mirror. He looked down at his pumped chest and watched it rise and fall as his heart pumped oxygen throughout his colossal form. He brought his huge hands up and flexed them into fists, marveling at the way his huge pencil-thick veins pulsed as they fed blood to his muscles. Seth felt heavy, he felt strong, he felt powerful.

The sound of a door closing snapped him back to reality and he spun around and saw the janitor getting ready to clean the gym. Seth pulled up his gym shorts, turned his cap backward, and began to swagger across the gym, his cock still dripping cum into the deep grooves of his quads.

As he approached the janitor with his new longer stride, he smirked, realising how much he now towered over normal men. “I left a bit of a mess, but I doubt you mind,” Seth said, noticing the raging hard-on in the janitor’s pants. “When you have as much testosterone as I do, you need to release the beast once and awhile,” Seth bragged, flexing one of his huge veiny biceps for the janitor to admire. The janitor moaned softly as a wet spot appeared on the front of his trousers. Seth snickered and turned away from the lesser man. The janitor stammered a response to the giant, but Seth didn’t care. Seth easily pushed open the heavy gym door, feeling the cool breeze on his hot sweaty skin. He took a deep breath, inhaling his new manly scent before he disappeared into the night to begin his new life as a true alpha male.

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Short Story: Regifting

“Thanks so much for the shorts bro, they’re easily the best present I’ve ever received”, Doug said, as he relaxed his body by the pool. Cory couldn’t believe he had been so stupid.

Earlier in the day, his dorky flatmate Doug had surprised him with a container of expensive protein as a Christmas gift. Cory didn’t really think they were close enough to be on gift-giving terms, but not wanting to appear ungrateful, he quickly rummaged through his bag to find something to give to his skinny flatmate. Folded in the bottom of his bag was the pair of gaudy pink shorts that his father had given him for Christmas the day earlier.

Cory was the youngest of a family of hulking athletic men. He assumed that one day, his superior genetics would kick in and turn his body from a toned, athletic physique into one that was absolutely massive. It was Christmas day, and to Cory’s horror, his father had gifted him a pair of skimpy pink gym shorts. His hulking brothers acted as if it was the best present in the world, cheering and slapping him on the back with their huge hands to congratulate him on his present. But it was all lost on Cory. Why would he want some gross pair of pink shorts? Cory pulled out the shorts and threw them at Doug “Merry Christmas man, sorry I didn’t get round to wrapping them”.

“These are great!” beamed Doug as he admired the shorts, “I’ll throw them on and we can go for a swim”. Cory was relieved his deception had gone unnoticed. As Doug went to his room to get changed, Cory pulled out his phone and noticed there were dozens of confusing messages in his family group chat. Did you try them on yet? How did it feel bro? I remember when Dad gave me my stringer, it was sick! Make sure you send us an after picture big guy! “What are they on about?“ he said to himself as he scrolled through the chat.

The sound of heavy footsteps pulled his attention away from his phone. Had someone broken into the apartment? He rounded the corner to smack face-first into a pair of meaty pecs. Dazed, he looked up to find a smirk on Doug’s goofy face. Wait, why was he looking up? His view shifted down to see that Doug’s head was attached to a wide neck, flanked by impossibly thick traps and shoulders. Moving down, a huge chest and lats forced massive arms away from a ripped torso, each brick hard and clearly defined. Meaty thighs tightly filled out the pink pair of gym shorts, exposing the outline of a sizable bulge, the tip of which poked out one of the leg holes. Thick calves and huge feet rounded out the colossal figure in front of him.

“Cory, Cory!”. Doug snapped back to the present, greeted by the sight of Doug flexing his traps on the side of the pool. “As I was saying, it turns out that chick from the apartment across from ours is a real size queen, just seeing my package made her so wet, she practically slipped over as she dragged me into the pool shed!” Doug laughed, causing his pecs to bounce and flex. Cory still couldn't believe what happened. “Hey bro, I think I’m going to need that protein back”, Doug rumbled in his deep baritone “it was a gift from my sister, and it feels bad to regift a present from family!”

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Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 1)

In celebration of hitting 250 followers, I'm exploring a new series/universe with multiple parts. Enjoy!

High-ranking members of the incoming government have learned of a number of top-secret military programs commissioned under the former conservative administration. These programs sought to dominate the social media narrative by creating large numbers of influencers to sway potential voters. The most successful of these programs was Operation Alpha - which used a potent combination of technology and ancient magics to turn large numbers of gay men into submissive twinks while creating an army of alpha males who sought to dominate social media channels with their powerful physiques and handsome looks, all while promoting conservative messages to the masses.

Upon discovering the project, the new administration sought to undo the damage caused, but they soon realised having dozens of fitness influencers suddenly losing their godly bodies would cause havoc. Instead, they decided to rebalance the scales. These are the stories of those involved.

Subject #1 - The Pendant - Part 1

Things had taken a turn for Clint. He had been riding the high that was the former presidency and trolling all the betas on Instagram with his insane body and even more insane conspiracy theories. Then the liberals won the election and suddenly his handler had stopped all contact.

He remembered the day he had been approached by the man dressed in black all those years ago. Back in those days, Clint wasn't much more than an internet troll with an axe to grind against a world he viewed as unfair. Clint had drawn the genetic short straw of being short and pudgy with soft facial features and a tiny 3-inch penis. During his school days he was an easy target for bullies who constantly mocked him for his unfortunate appearance. Girls hardly took one look at him and if they did, it was to point and laugh.

Malice brewed inside Clint until he found his true calling, the internet. On the internet, it didn't matter that he was a pale nobody that puberty had seemed to pass by. He could do anything he wanted. And what he wanted was to ruin the lives of others. He spent hours being the worst kind of internet troll, eventually learning that this twisted hobby turned him on.

That's when the man dressed in black took notice. He offered Clint a chance to troll on a far grander scale. Clint couldn’t resist. The man dressed in black took him in a dark SUV to a warehouse on the outskirts of town.

“What are we doing here?” huffed Clint as he climbed the stairs into the warehouse. He hardly left his computer these days, so the small amount of exercise was causing his lungs to burn. The man dressed in black remained staunchly silent. The pair rounded a corner to be greeted by the sight of dozens of muscular men, bound and gagged. ”This is where you choose the body of your dreams,” said the man dressed in black with a flourish, “All you have to do is agree to spread our message to the masses''.

The thought of upgrading from his pathetic excuse for a body was appealing for Clint, but he was skeptical. “So you give me lipo and a bunch of plastic surgery so I look like one of these queers?” he asked. “No dear boy, we have more delicate ways than that”, smirked the man dressed in black. “You see, all of these men are members of the liberal agenda. Gay men who are threatening our ideal of a muscular alpha conservative. To advance our agenda, they must be dealt with. But why let all that masculinity go to waste when we can put it to good use?”. The man dressed in black pulled out an ornate pendant with a series of wires and microchips attached to it. “Aztec kings across the ages used this necklace to humiliate their adversaries by robbing them of the very essence that made them men. With our technology, we can harness that essence and redirect it”.

Clint’s eyes lit up as he realised the potential of the situation. “All you have to do is sign this contract agreeing to advance the conservative agenda”, explained the man dressed in black as he showed Clint a document on a tablet. Clint was thrilled at the prospect as he saw it as a win win win, an incredible body, getting paid to troll online, and one less queer in the world. He immediately signed. “Wise choice, now go and choose your donor. Feel free to inspect the meat as long and as thoroughly as you like. When you’ve made your selection, simply prick your finger and smear a drop of your blood on the pendent and grab the balls of the man you desire”. “Will it hurt?” Clint asked. “In a way” smiled the man dressed in black.

Clint began to walk between the rows of men. Each man was a prime physical specimen in their own way, some slender and ripped like male models, others tall and hulking like powerlifters. Despite their impressive physiques, each had a true look of fear in their eyes. “Pussys,” Clint thought, “these queers don’t even deserve their bodies”. He came across a man with the tight athletic physique of a fitness model. Although he wasn’t the biggest man in the room, Clint admired the fine symmetrical curves of his physique, his boy next door looks, and his golden tan. Clint reached out and felt the hardness of the man’s muscles. “Shit there isn’t an ounce of fat on you!” Clint exclaimed.

The next man also caught Clint’s eye. This was a hulking beast of a man, with huge cords of muscle adorning his 6'4" frame. The man's tree trunk arms were pushed out by his insane lats and his barrel chest jutted out so far that he wouldn’t even be able to see the cobblestone bricks that made up his thick core. All of this was topped off by a huge uncut cock that was thicker than Clint’s wrist with balls the size of oranges. Clint was taken aback by the heavy stench of pure testosterone that the beast was putting off. “Hard to believe a beast like you is a faggot” Clint said as he pinched the beast's biceps. While they weren’t as hard as the fitness models, they were definitely full and powerful. While the fitness model was built for aesthetics, this man was pure strength incarnate.

“How are you getting on?” the man dressed in black asked as he came alongside Clint. “It’s between these two. The feeling of going from this to being a ripped fitness model has a bit of poetic justice to it. But the idea of dominating as a hulking brute sounds hot as fuck” Clint explained. “Well don’t take too long,” said the man dressed in black as he left Clint alone once more. Clint sat and pondered as he watched the two queers thrash and struggle as they realised what could happen to them. The beast was showing such a display of strength that Clint was scared he might be able to break free and break every bone in his pathetic body.

Clint pricked his hand and wiped a drop of his blood on the pendant which instantly turned red. He hesitantly approached the thrashing beast and hefted one of his huge nuts in his hands. Both men threw their heads back and roared as the necklace emitted a blinding light.

Clint was also good at finding loopholes. As the light faded, Clint was revealed to be standing between the two men, his arms outstretched clutching both men’s sacks. Clint began to smirk and each man screamed in pain as they began to shink, losing their muscles and strength. Suddenly Clint felt pain course through every fiber of his being. “What’s happening to me?” he whimpered. After a few moments, the pain turned into ecstasy as his system was flooded with power. He roared as his balls swelled to the size of oranges sending testosterone coursing throughout his body. His bones snapped and cracked as they thickened and lengthened. His shoulders broadened and his feet grew to a monstrous size. Slabs of muscle began to fill out his frame, the size of which matched that of the Viking, but with the hardness and symmetry of the fitness model. He moaned as his face rearranged itself into something masculine yet boy next door and his skin took on a golden tan.

Clint looked at the two men's new twink-like physiques. He squeezed their significantly smaller packages in his hands, wringing the last drop of masculinity out of their bodies. His muscles grew more vascular and his chest and arms sprouted a fine dusting of hair. Finally, his dick grew to a full 10 inches long and so thick that he couldn’t fit his new manly mitts the whole way around its girth.

Clint let go of his two donors, and using both hands began furiously rubbing the length of his throbbing shaft until he neared climax. He marveled at his new powerful physique as he approached orgasm, veins popping all over his arms as something feral took over him. As bursts of thick ropes of cum began to erupt from his cock, he pulled a most muscular pose and roared in sheer power. This is what he was born to be. A god among men. An alpha.

The man dressed in black smiled. It was always fun when someone found a loophole.

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