Derek Being Corrupted By A Hard Hat He Was Forced Into Wearing. The Hat Slowly Messes With His Mind.

Derek being corrupted by a hard hat he was forced into wearing. The hat slowly messes with his mind. Making him forget who he is and everyone he knew prior to this new life as a blue collar worker. While it also molds his body to better match his new arrogant persona he's adopted.

This new Derek contrasting who he used to be entirely. While also more than happy to strip down on a job to show off his muscular physique to certain clients of his.

“God damn it!” 

Alan glanced back down at his phone and tried to dial the number again, sighing in frustration as he saw that his phone suddenly had no signal. Today was far from a good day, after spending the last thirty years helping establish his own business, he was only fired and kicked out in order to bring “new and young minds to television.” 

It seemed being an overweight fifty year old who only just realised that he spent his entire youth doing nothing fun or exciting with himself for the past few decades had left him being considered boring and “downright senile” by other staff. It didn’t even help that after all this time, he was still in the closet, never finding time to embrace who he truly was. So here he was, standing outside his own office, and now just trying to get a ride home since his own was still at the mechanic’s. And yet somehow there was no signal. 

“Oh come the fuck on,” muttered a frustrated Alan, sighing as he put his phone away, looking up and down the street before something caught his eye. A large red telephone box stood on the oddly quiet street, no cars nor people walking up and down as he looked around. He had the numbers memorised, though since when was there a telephone box? Clutching what he hoped was a sign that the world wasn’t totally out to get him. Alan quickly stepped inside the  telephone box, starting to dial the number as the phone ring. “Come on, pick up, pick up…”

“Superman,” came a low voice on the other side.

“What?” asked Alan. “Look I just need a-” The phone hung up, the monotonous beep sounding in his ears as Alan stared at the phone in hand and began calling again. “What the fuck is going on today, I swear if I need a damn-”

And then he stopped, watching as he began dialling the numbers, just as he was about to finish he watched his finger suddenly start to stretch. Growing longer, his Alan flexed his hand and watched as the fingers started to elongate longer and longer. Shaking his head, he slammed the phone down. 

“Hey! What the hell is going on?” But as Alan suddenly faced the door, he noticed the door knob had disappeared, the wall seemed almost to merge as the hinges coated themselves in crimson and faded away. “No! What the hell let me out of here?”

Alan watched as he pounded against the slithers of glass to the outside world that his hands began to grow, watching as both palms started to sweat as the fingers continued to grow, each one stretching outwards and splaying against the glass. “No! Someone help me!” He pounded against the windows, none of them breaking as he saw others beginning to walk out of the building but as they did, the windows started to shrink, merging with the red walls.

“No! Oh fuck, I gotta-”

Alan groaned out loud as he started to feel his arms start to grow against his suit. The biceps bulging against the dark material whilst they began to flex as he looked down at them, the veins showing themselves through each and every dent of pure raw hot muscle that showcased itself through the suit, pushing the fabric to their very boundaries as they stretched them more and more. 

He couldn’t help but groan as loud as he could, not just out of pleasure, but power, feeling stronger than ever before as he continued to toy with the feeling of his now massive biceps as his arms continued to swell. With every groan, they only grew more and more, and he couldn’t stop but bask in the pleasure of it all as his cock stood firmly erect, even when he wasn’t gay, it was just too hot to resist. 

“Oh- Oh fuck my arms, they’re so big! What’s happening?” cried Alan as his hand slowly took control of itself, zipping from him, he watched as he tried to use his other hand to grab it. “No! Stop! What is-” Before he knew it, both arms were no longer his own, as his hand instantly zipped down to unzip his pants and let his cock hang in the air as he backed up against the wall and started to stroke himself. “Fuck! Aw fuck, need to…stop…” He begged, unable to stop himself from stroking harder and faster at his cock, watching as pre-cum spilled between his longer digits. 

As he stroked, with every stroke, his body began to inflate, he could almost hear the skin stretching as if he was being filled like a balloon, his own torso growing bigger and bigger. He watched as after every single stroke of his pulsing dick, buttons started to fly from his office shirt underneath.

The first few buttons revealed his growing pecs, brown hairs starting to slowly sprout on both the mountainous slabs of muscles that pushed further and further outward, creating a deep lining in his chest where the muscles met as they both bounced in pleasure.

The next button flew off, showing more of his chest as hairs continued to swivel and sprout on the clearing skin, the fat starting to sink in.

And as he watched more buttons begin to reveal more of his skin, he watched as his shirt was left hanging open, any and all fat that slowly spilled over the sides of his pants now receded, fading away as his stomach warped and meshed itself together. He watched, panting and stroking his cock as he saw the fat slowly sink in and then mass pushing out with every exhale.

Inhale. 

Fat slowly melts away. 

Exhale. 

Muscle begins to breed anew.

Alan felt his entire body change, his torso pushing outward as his own pecs were now almost blocking his view of his own stomach but not before abs begin to fade in, the sweaty muscle beginning to let him see the deep crevices that lined through the pit of his stomach. Allowing him to enjoy the spectacle of muscle that showed itself through his Adonis abs, a clear and beautiful six-pack that accentuated the new man he was becoming. 

“Oh god, what is happening?!” cried Alan, “And why does it feel so good?” He moaned as he watched his once skinny thighs start to blow out with muscle. The legs threatened to tear the pants asunder as they swelled out in proportion with his new hunky mass of a body, watching the bare fat start to become nothing more than pure muscle as the legs were now large frames of thick thighs and well grown calves. His own ass inflated as Andy looked down at his cock.

Every stroke began to slowly start to lengthen it, watching as it grew bigger and broader, watching as pre-cum now started to slowly wet this new long dick that was in his hands.

“Oh fuck…Muscles feel so…good…Oh fuck my legs! What’s happening to my legs?” moaned Alan as he started to feel an odd sensation, his shirt buttons now redoing themselves, barely able to fit over his muscular frame as he looked down to see his shirt becoming blue. 

The dress jacket slowly elongating until it was a long and red flowing cape as Alan watched, mortified to see his erect leaking cock covered by his own new blue outfit, the pants merging with the shirt as the texture race down. His own belt became red as he just felt his feet begin to grow outwards before being confined to the red boots that touched the very tips of his toes.

Alan moaned and whimpered.

“Oh fuck…just…wanna come so bad…” begged Alan as he pressed against the back of the telephone box, heaving and panting as his sweat slicked muscles were covered in this new outfit, as he rubbed at his cock through the new tight material. 

“So close…I feel it…Oh fuck, I don’t know what’s happening but I’m gonna…Gonna-” 

Alan couldn’t finish the words. As his long ten inch cock throbbed against the suit he watched his skin start to grow younger, any wrinkles fading from his features which began to shift to grow anew. 

As orgasm after orgasm spilled out of his cock, he could feel his mind altering, memories fading, everything in him changing as a bit of hair slowly snaked its way in front of his forehead. “Oh god, what the-” 

His voice deepened as suddenly the man in the telephone box toppled outward, panting and sweating as his new outfit showcased every single crevice of his new muscular body packed into a super suit. 

Alan stepped in there, a plaintive old businessman that had wasted his life away, but now watched as every man had their eyes on him as he flexed his pecs. No longer Alan, but now Clark Kent; Superman.

“So,” started Clark as he rubbed his still hard cock through his suit, as he smirked at the men. “Who’s first?”

Tyler Hoechlin presenting at the Teen Choice Awards 2017

This was really fun!

I might have to make more… and hopefully my photoshop skills improve haha!

Superman’s red briefs cannot contain his massive bulge