Rent-a-Cop: Advancing Self Interest Part II

Rent-a-Cop: Advancing Self Interest Part II

Continuation of a much beloved spin-off

"Next!"

Inmate 6: Fisher, Martin

"New Name: Marty Fernandez, a 34 years old adult entertainer, escort and drug supplier to the rich and powerful. Pierced tits and nose, flexible and sexually attractive physique that can make anyone swoon quickly, he's one of the main stars in the roster. But his jobs enabled him to snitch to the police department about big-time users or interesting rich people that can be blackmailed into submission like trust fund kids or some college stars that don't want to risk their future in exchange for him getting a special fuck from Captain Noah Bartlett. Retain memories of old life but totally have no recollection on how he is transformed into his new form. He just remembered that he somehow turned into a brand new man as a second chance to serve his boss further. Antonetti's command can be override by Captain Noah Bartlett anytime,"

"Move aside, fella, your session is done. Up next!

Inmate 7 & 8: Gil, Alfonso & Courneyer, Daniel

New name: Alfie Houghton and Daniel Court. Lose body fat by 30%, increase muscle mass by 30% instead. Reduce age by 25%. Gil. . Change both into fitness influencers turned entrepreneur, creating and selling sportswear in which the warehouse also served as a logistic hub for Antonetti's business. Change sexuality to homosexual. Retain memories of old life but totally have no recollection on how they transformed into their new form. They just remembered that they somehow turned into brand new men as a second chance to serve their boss further. Antonetti's command can be override by Captain Noah Bartlett anytime. Randomized new look based on other indicators mentioned earlier,"

"Oh you're making them extra hot, huh?" chirped Antonetti suddenly appearing in the control room still in his male prostitute form

"Antonetti, what are you doing here?"

"Well, cannot stand by as a man whore, am I? I got business to run, after all. Besides, neat little trick you did there, "Antonetti's command can be override by Captain Noah Bartlett anytime." Planning to backstab me or something? Using my boys to deliver the blow to me?" And as he said that, several guys appeared right behind Antonetti, swarming the room with their gun drawn and directed to the caught-red-handed Bartlett

"Do you really think I'll fully believe you? Oh no, Bartlett, pigs like you can never be trusted,"

"N---no, it's not that. I----" he failed to even completed his pleadings before the bullets hit his body and led the corrupt cop to his uneventful death.

They transported the machine out from the police station after making all the night shift cops forget about the existence of the machine, and with that, they own the machine for good.

- That's the ending of scheme 1 -

"Do you really think I'll fully believe you? Oh no, Bartlett, pigs like you can never be trusted,"

"W--wait. Calm down, Antonetti. No need for all of this. Remember, there's a CCTV in this room that can only be accessed by me and there's still the feed of tonight's event, every second of it. You don't want to make drastic moves that can jeopardize you and your group. Come on, you haven't even changed back. Let me change you back first and then we can talk further,"

Antonetti signed his goons to lower their gun, and they obeyed immediately.

"Okay, change me back then. But no funny business. Emilio," barked Antonetti as he left the room with 3 of his goons while a young Italian guy, cannot possibly aged beyond 25, pressed his gun to Bartlett's skull.

"Okay Antonetti. Tell your boys to go to the opposite room, it's the procedure, remember?"

And the 3 goons entered the room in the opposite, welcomed by two of the inmates not yet converted, while Antonetti stands up in the middle of the "change room". That's when Bartlett swiftly switched the intercom from the change room to the control room where he's on the verge of getting killed, as he then proceeded to speak

"Emilio, freeze,"

And just like that, the man behind him freeze, his pupil dilated due to the shock of suddenly losing his bodily senses.

"Goddamn I was this close to death! Oh fuck, okay, Subject: Emilio DiPaglia will submit only to Captain Noah Bartlett's command. Change personality to submissive, sleazy and loyal. He will idly wait for my order in the corner of this room with his gun tucked in his pants. Command established!"

Noah sighed with relief and quickly switched the intercom back before Antonetti realized anything amiss. Several minutes later, Antonetti is back to his original appearance and smiled as he looked at his form.

His goons in the opposite room plus the 2 inmates left then filed into the change room and that's when Antonetti heard "click" from the outside. His smile quickly fades as he realized the vacant eyes of his goons and the way Bartlett and Emilio appeared in the outside of the room. The goons then pinned him down to the floor, their command already kicked in and despite a valiant fight, Antonetti found himself splayed on the floor with his clothes tattered in pieces. His goons clothes also thrown off to the floor as their breath becomes short and their eyes fixated to their "former" boss looking up at them. Bartlett then waved his hand in delight to the cowering Antonetti as he whispered to the mic with the most sinister smirk possible

"Load: Carlo Antonetti. Let's call him Carl Antoinette for starter, a live-in cum dump for the thugs working for Captain Noah Bartlett---"

Birthday Wish

My boyfriend and I had been together for awhile now so II decided to get him a wish for his birthday this year. He could change me into his perfect man. He leapt at the chance hoping to shake up our sex life.

The next morning when I woke up I felt different, bigger, hairier, dare I say older.

Ii glanced in the mirror and I was now a thick hairy bear.

FUCK Yeah! my boyfriend shouted when he saw me.

Hey there Daddy!, he rushed to m, going face first into my thick body. He seemed to love the new me, but as for me I wasn't so sure, I mean damn look what he did to me, not only was I bigger in shape with fat covering my once twinkish form. Hair was everywhere. My beard was so itchy but worst of all I was now nearly 15 years his Senior. With all that came with age. The changes didn't change once I awoke, by the time my boyfriend returned home from school I had totally transformed even beyond his hopes.

Now I was well into my fifties and huge, all my clothing became leather and I was a cigar smoker now,

Hey baby cum to Daddy. I said as a now disgusted boyfriend stood looking at me. He rushed to the wishmaster and purchased a new wish.

He made the mistake of gifting current me the wish and by the next day both our worlds had changed.

I was till old but in better shape as my boyfriend awoke older and my new sub, the new us fucked and wore leather 24/7 it was the best life I never knew I wanted but thanks to that birthday wish we had a new world and I never wanted to go back to our boring old Vanillas Lives, his ass was mine now forever!

Hey! Congrats on the milestone, exciting stuff!

If it’s not too late, I think that I’d like to take Kaleb‘s wish.

Oh of course Id be all but happy to put you in Kaleb's place.

You blink and suddenly you are a hot Korean stud at a resort near the beach. A thin coat of sweat and sunscreen covers your body. You can't help but flex your new amazing muscles and bounce your pecs. Something you had never had the joy of doing.

You struggle to hide you hard on in your tight little speedo that was already making your package and bubble butt look fuller. You can't help but flash a cocky smile as you walk by the pool showing off your big glistening body.

But you wanna see how much this new you can do, you want to see how much you can lift. Taking out the key card that was stuffed in the strap of your speedo you scan into the hotel and make your way to the gym. Others around you are wearing a towel or had put on shorts to enter the hotel but you chose to ignore the towel boy, opting to instead strut down the halls in your tight little thong.

Reaching the gym you were surprised nobody was in there, I mean it was a hotel gym so it wasn't much other than a couple of dumbbells and a few cables but it was something to test out your strength.

You went over to the dumbbells and doubled what you thought you could lift and even that was incredibly light. You smiled moving up the weight until something felt difficult. Finally you found something that felt almost impossible to curl. You hands stuck at your sides as your face turned bright red in the mirror, biting your lip you grunt trying your best when suddenly you forearm on you left arm rockets the weight up in a perfect easy bicep curl, You see in the mirror as your arm had doubled in size. You drop the weight in shock followed by your right arm suddenly doubling in size, then your chest expanding out. One by one every muscle group doubled in size turning you into a freakishly big bodybuilder.

Soon that tight little thong became an uncomfortable trap as your bulge and ass also grew. You tried to pick out the muscle wedgie but your arms were too big and collided with your back hindering your movement.

You watched as the mirrors began to fog up and a repugnant smell of musk filled the hair. You saw the sweat running down your new gigantic lats and chest. Trying to walk every step you took was difficult as you had to avoid you ridiculous sized thighs from crushing your junk. You waddled out into the hallway hearing a few guests complain about the sudden stench of sweat and body odour.

You can barely fit yourself between the walls of the hotel corridor, but finally you reached the glass doors back outside. One step forward and you found your shoulders colliding with the doors. Having to force yourself outside you hear people muttering to each other about where the suddenly smell of sweaty gym clothes came from. Even outside in the fresh air all heads slowly turn your way realising the giant muscle giant was the source of the stench.

Kaleb's wish was "to balloon up with muscle and constantly demand attention with an aura of toxic masculinity"

I hope you enjoy his wish to the fullest.

I’ve always thought dumb straight stinky Asian gym bro fuckboys are the hottest dudes and wish I could fit in, anything you could do to help? 👀

You sit slouched at your computer, idly scrolling through Tumblr, the glow of the screen casting a pallid light on your bored expression. The repetitive motion of your mouse wheel is almost hypnotic, your mind drifting as your eyes glaze over the endless stream of posts. The scent that begins to intrude upon your awareness is faint at first—a subtle, unpleasant note that soon grows more pronounced.

The odor wafts towards you, a pungent blend of musty socks, damp gym towels, and the heavy, almost tangy aroma of sweat-soaked clothes. It lingers in the air, persistent and invasive, with an unsettling familiarity that makes your nose twitch in disgust.

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your own body heat mingling with the stench as you start to notice a growing discomfort. The smell from your underarms begins to intensify, an unmistakable sign of exertion gone stale. It’s as if a thousand workouts have left their mark, coalescing into a single, rank essence. The odor is sharp and acrid, a mix of sour perspiration and the earthy musk of skin that has been too long encased in sweat-soaked fabric.

Suddenly, a sharp pang courses through your body, a tingling sensation that starts from your core and spreads outward. It’s as if each muscle is awakening, pulsing with renewed energy and life. Sweat starts to bead on your skin, trickling down in a steady stream, each droplet glistening momentarily before merging with its predecessors.

You watch as your muscles begin to swell, the contours of your physique becoming more defined with each passing second. Your once-pale skin takes on a warm, golden hue, as if absorbing the very essence of the sun’s rays. Your biceps bulge, their definition stark and pronounced, while your triceps form pronounced ridges that ripple with every twitch. Your chest rises and expands, each pectoral muscle growing in prominence, casting shadows with their newfound depth.

Your abs, once barely discernible, now form a chiseled six-pack, each muscle etched with a precision that makes them look like a masterpiece of human anatomy. Your legs swell with new strength; quads become tree trunks, hamstrings curve with a pronounced bulge, and your calves jut out with an exaggerated, almost otherworldly definition.

Your body seems to pulse and twitch with a life of its own, growing more muscular and defined in an almost grotesque exaggeration. Your face, while still familiar, now carries an intense look of concentration, as if you are perpetually poised for the next physical challenge. Your jawline sharpens, your cheekbones become more pronounced, and your eyes, though hidden behind stylish shades, carry a vacant yet confident glare.

The sensation of sweat dripping and muscles expanding is both exhilarating and oddly uncomfortable. The smell of gym sweat and your own body odor becomes an intrinsic part of this transformation, blending with the overpowering scent of heavy cologne that seems to cling to you like a second skin. The room now feels charged with the energy of your evolving physique, a testament to an exaggerated ideal of strength and definition. You let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, feeling the sound reverberate throughout your room. The laughter echoes off the walls, making the room seem smaller and more confined. Posters of hot babes take the place of your lame as fuck posters for shit like Spider-Man. Your room, once tidy and organized, now lies in disarray. Old beer cans and clothes with used cum stains workout shirts litter the floor, a testament to your own laziness and lack of self-control.

You let out a thunderous fart, PFFFFTTTP the sound reverberating with a grossly satisfying resonance as your nostrils flare to soak up the smell. The air is heavy with the pungent smell, mixing with the already stale odor of old beer and lingering sweat. As the fart dissipates, it seems to contribute to the general sense of disorder, making the room feel even more grimy and neglected. You’re aware of the gross transformation, but it feels oddly fitting—like a physical manifestation of your current state of mind.

With a sudden shift, you feel a peculiar dumbness settling over you, a sense of reduced awareness and simple pleasures taking over. Your thoughts become more basic and straightforward, focused on the physical and superficial. You find yourself staring at the posters with a renewed, almost animalistic interest. You stare at one of the posters seeing the image of a dumb blonde chick, some movie star you can't quite remember. Her face is a perfect oval, her hair a golden blonde that cascades down her back like a river of sun-kissed silk. Her boobs practically jump out at you. Her eyes are a bright blue, sparkling with a dumb, vacant intelligence that only serves to make her more attractive. You feel your dick harden as you gaze upon her, your mind clouded by the fogginess of a drunken stupor.

Memories flash through your mind of your days as a “dumbass Asian bro”—the frat parties, the catcalling, and the mindless games played with your bros. You remember the thrill of hollering at women, the camaraderie of playing ridiculous games, and the sense of belonging it brought. Those moments, once sources of pride and amusement, now seem oddly fitting within the context of your present state. They represent a simpler, more carefree time, one that aligns with the unthinking pleasure you’re now experiencing.

You pull out your phone and glance at the screen, a text from your Asian bro lighting up your face. You quickly scroll through the messages, a smile spreading across your face as you read about all the hot chicks who are totally wasted at the bar down the street. Your dick begins to harden, your thoughts racing with visions of all the pussy you'll get tonight.

You hope there will be a dumb blonde chick for you to fuck. You want her to be wasted and stumbling, her body hot and sweaty from dancing. You want her to be weak and submissive, her body trembling beneath yours as you take her. You imagine her face, her bright blue eyes and her golden blonde hair. Your dick is hard now, throbbing with desire.

You let out a dumb laugh, feeling the sound rumble through your chest. You glance in the mirror, your big biceps flexing as you let out the another fart. Your muscles are rippling, your chest broad and powerful. You look like a beast, a wild animal ready to take on all the pussy you'll find tonight.

You imagine the dumb blonde chick, her body pressed against yours as you fuck her. You imagine her face, her eyes closed and her lips parted in pleasure. You imagine the way her body will move, her hips swaying and her hands grasping at your skin. Your dick is hard now, throbbing with desire. You can't wait to get down to the bar and start taking on all the hot chicks.

CV Boost - Let’s Get Down to Business

Ryan felt claustrophobic in his shirt, tie and cardigan combo - it certainly wasn’t his usual get-up but he wanted to try and look a little bit professional for his Zoom call with the CV Consultant. After years of dead-end jobs in cafes, art galleries and cinemas he decided it was time to get serious about finding a career. The only issue was that his Art History degree and scatty work history made it difficult for him to be seriously considered by anyone.

His friend John recommend The CV Consultant, a one-off Zoom session where the Consultant looked at your CV, suggested some changes, and then guaranteed placement in a job. Ryan was a bit sceptical but was also a bit desperate at this point, so he got a haircut, trimmed his beard and squeezed into a shirt. Trying to button it all the way drove home that his physical health was almost as dubious as his work history, but it was never something he had taken seriously. He was too busy exploring art galleries, watching art-house films, going to expos with his other hipster friends.

At 3pm on the dot, the Zoom app chimed and a pristinely dressed men appeared with a million-dollar smile. “Ryan!” the Consultant exclaimed, beaming down the camera. “So good to meet you! I’m so thrilled you’ve entrusted me in taking a look at your CV and finding the perfect job for you.”

Ryan, a bit taken aback from the Consultant’s exuberance meekly grinned and muttered “nice to meet you as well.”  The Consultant continued as if Ryan hadn’t said a word, “Well Ryan, let’s get cracking. First things first, in your own words, why have you struggled to find a fulfilling career.”

Ryan was a bit taken aback - he thought the CV Consultant was just going to suggest some format or font changes to the actual document. He felt oddly compelling to respond to this gurning, intense man. “Well, I studied art history at college and its always been a passion of mine. I still love art, and wanted to find a career there - I didn’t want to sell out and become another corporate drone. But I never find any meaningful jobs.”

The Consultant nodded sympathetically. “Yes, I completely understand. History of art is a noble and deserving degree, but certainly not the most employable. Its a shame that you dismissed the corporate world so readily though, I have so many positions in the business world to fill.”

Ryan chuckled despite himself - “Yes, well, I’d love to make your job easy for you but…”. The Consultant interjected, again seemingly unaware of Ryan’s presence. “Now a degree in Business and Management, that would really get you places. Don’t you wish you had gone down that route instead?” Before Ryan could reply, a knowing smirk emerged on the Consultant’s face. “You know what let’s just skip a few steps and make that change shall we?” the Consultant added, grinning and enthusiastically typing.

Before Ryan could say anything a sharp numbing pain across his forehead and he screwed his eyes shut. A bizarre sensation enveloped his brain, throbbing and pulsating wildly. New memories - of going to college to study business, learning about managing costs, insurance, risk - all invaded his mind without warning. And then… nothing. The pain stopped and he was back in his bedroom, dressed the same, looking the same. 

“What the hell was that?!” Ryan shouted.

“Just a little step onto the corporate ladder, now let’s move on. Tell me some of your hobbies and interests.”

Ryan, panicked and baffled wanted to shut down his laptop but again felt compelled to answer. “Well, as I said. I love art, going to galleries and expositions.” He searched his mind - his years of formal art education had gone, but he still liked and appreciated art, indie films and having in-depth discussions with his pretentious friends (even if they didn’t take his views into account much now given his Business degree). His life was largely unchanged.

The Consultant looked disappointed. “No, no I don’t think that will do. The average business student at college doesn’t care about art. You need to be relatable to your colleagues. Let’s erase those interests”. The Consultant aggressively typed and before Ryan could stop, the pain struck again, this time oddly numbing. He felt his knowledge about art slowly… melt away. His memories of art galleries, of having  discussions with his friends all fell away.

The Consultant was focused on the task at hand. “Now, new interests. Let’s go with sports and keeping in shape shall we? And looking good - there’s nothing a businessman respects more than a well-shaped man in a well-fitted suit.”

Ryan was met with a blinding sensation and was bombarded with new memories. Of playing sports at high school - baseball and football - and keeping up his fitness at college. It became his drive and his group of friends reflected that - they were interested in going to the gym and going out. His memories of his friendship circle and conversations shifted - he didn’t have any intellectual interests now, it was just hanging out and shooting the shit. His colleges days were spent going out, working out, then going to lectures and classes in his stinky work out gear.

The memories kept coming - even after college his kept up the routine, now focused on getting bulky. He wanted to dominate the gym and dominate the board room. But he started taking his general appearance more seriously as well - bought tailored clothes, expensive accessories, perfectly coiffed hair. Showing off his work at the gym was crucial to him, and his clothes needed to reflect this.

“Ryan, Ryan are you okay? Maybe went a bit far there too quickly” the Consultant chuckled.

Ryan eyes opened, and shot open wider when he looked down. His entire body, his entire being was distorted. He felt oddly heavy and chunky. He gazed down at his hands - thick and veiny. And he was in a beautiful, perfectly fitted suit. And clasped at his body - his hard stomach, his shelf of a chest - and stared down at his meaty thighs, a memory of having to get specially tailored trousers for his sizeable buns to fit in. And he grasped at his face - it felt similar but the proportions were a bit off. And his hair felt so… manicured? In the little box of the corner of the Zoom was a face he barely recognised. It was him but… someone completely new.

“There we go, you look much more professional now. I can see you leading board rooms and meetings around this country. Let’s see if we can find some jobs.” 

Ryan was breathing heavily, sweaty and panicking, but for a moment felt oddly comforted by the Consultant’s words. For the first time since he could remember, he did feel a weird sense of purpose, of presence. Memories trickled in - in his group of friends he was the one who could lift the most, who dressed the best, who could pick up the hottest ladies. Exploring his new body made him feel oddly grounded. And with that came calm.

The Consultant eyes darted around, clearly scanning his computer. “Ok… interesting. A few jobs you would be perfect for. But they are all entry-level positions.” Ryan chuckled with his new sense of self. He was better than a damned entry-level position. The Consultant however, shrugged, “ok, let’s see what we can do.”

Ryan felt squeezed and oddly compressed. “What the hell…” he started, before realising his voice but a little less gravelly, a bit higher. He reached for his Adams apple and where there had been some designer stubble it was now bear. His stared at his hands which looked a little bit less weathered, a little skinnier. He jumped up from his chair just as his jacket and tie disappear into thin air and felt his weight shift again - still bulky, but certainly more lean. He ripped open his now more simple shirt and saw youthful, tight abs. He was still fit as hell, but must have been in his mid-20s at the most. He rubbed his now less regal hair and stared at his youthful, wrinkle-free visage in the Zoom window. 

Mid-20s was a good guess. He remembered his new college years - years at the frat, playing sports and working out, hooking up with girls (and guys…) but also studying hard. And that seemed so recently, so fresh in his mind. He had just graduated, perfect for an entry-level job. And with that years and knowledge and experience dissipated from his mind. 

“Perfect, perfect!” the Consultant gleefully shouted, clearly proud of his work. “Just one more small change to push you to the top of the application pile. This company pride themselves on Diversity and Inclusion, so a little change there…”. A warming sensation flooded Ryan’s body and he gazed down at his body, slowly getting darker. It moved from already tanned to something decidely less… white. His body otherwise stayed the same, although he noticed his nipples darkening and the bulge in his suit trousers getting just a tad more prominent. And as he stared at his picture in Zoom he saw his hair darkening and curling up, his licks becoming more kissable, and his irises turning a deeply dark and alluring.

“What the fuck man”, Ryan uttered, taking aback from his deeper, sensual voice. “I don’t… how did…” He kept wanting to shout, to get answers, but was distracted by his taut, dark body and handsome visage.

“Well, I think my work here is done Ryan - you start your management consultancy position tomorrow. As ever, this is a free service but please do refer me to any friends looking for a little boost to their CV!” And before Ryan could say anything - whether to scream, or thank him, or cry - the laptop blared with a blinding light and…

****

Ryan took a quick snap in the work bathroom to celebrate making through his first day. He knew he was acing it - he was charming, he was capable and he looked good. He hadn’t worn many suits before, but he loved how professional he looked. He’d upload the picture to his Instagram later and all his followers, mainly there for his workout thirsty traps, would love the change of scene. It was the first day in his dream job, what he had been planning for years. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

A Quick Bleach Job

Joshua was ready for the new school year, only one year away from finishing off his doctorate! Having graduated highschool with a 4.5 GPA as well as being on the honor roll, he never doubted that he would have a bright future ahead of him. However, he was quite self concious in other ways. Specifically how he looked. Yes he was incredibly smart but that didnt help him get the ladies. Before his last year in school, he decided he would do something to celebrate. To have the year go out in a bang.

Finally, he would get a new look.

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Pulling up to the salon he was nervous with what they would think. His long greasy easily tangled hair was always hard to work with, but if anyone could fix it, it would be this salon. They posted before and afters of some of their clients on social media and he could swear that some of them looked like they lost 50 pounds, maybe they could do the same for him.

Sitting in the lobby of the cozy but sterile salon he filled out what he would want. A cut and bleach. Next to the line was a checkbox that said "fullworks."

He didnt know what it included entirely, but he assumed it would mean that he would get his hair styled afterwards.

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As he sat there in the barber chair he tried not to eye the incredibly attractive barber that was caressing his hair. Yes, it was apart of the job but it felt unusually sensual.

"do you have any idea of what kinda style you want to do? Your hair's pretty long so you have some options"

"whatever you think would look good"

The barber thought for a second as he continue to toy with his hair.

"alright kid, but dont scream at me if you hate it."

They both chuckled as he got to work.

With each snip of hair a wave of euphoria would wash over him. His flabby body losing a pound of fat with every cut. The smell of musk dominated his senses as the barber made sure to have his armpit directly in his face. As he smelled the sickly sweet scent of the barber's sweat his body elongated, stretching out his limbs making him taller. The first to grow was his feet, throbbing as they grew to a large vascular size 14. His converse morphed, turning into a pair of white sneakers. He spread his legs as they continued to grow longer, taking up as much space as he could in the chair. His neck stretched out as his adams apple became more prominent, his jawline doing the same.

His face completely morphed as his cheekbones lifted and his crooked nose straightened out. Becoming more masculine but also retaining some feminine charm. He looked like he could be a model.

"all right, all done." The barber said as he opened his eyes.

He took a minute to take himself in, the same handsome guy he'd always been! And the haircut sure helped.

"hey thanks bro, this looks amazing!"

His voice coming out much deeper.

"no problem pretty boy, now stay there ill get the bleach set up, feel free to get up and stretch if youd like" the barber said as he took the cape off of him.

He nodded as he got up, first there wasa sense of vertigo but he quickly adjusted to his new height. He checked himself out in the mirror as he ran his huge hand through his hair. He had always been attractive but this for sure was gonna make the ladies crazy over him. He looked at the tank top he was wearing and sighed a little, he always wished he was more muscular. He was pretty stick thin and that drove a good amount of people away.

Back in the chair the stench of bleach wofted over, although a little different. That same musty smell cut through the bleach, but he didnt mind it.

As his hair was wrapped in foil with the bleach concotion, an intense feeling of lust came over him. His limbs started to fill out with muscle as his shoulders broadened, leaving a small tiny waist that was quickly filling out with a defined set of abs. he ran his hand over his abs and up to his juicy pecs, as he became more and more horny. His dick also growing as it became longer and thicker. His gigantic thighs spread apart as his cock slithered down the side of his gym shorts.

"feeling good, stud?" The barber said as he watched his client grope himself relentlessly. The barber finished with his hair as he took off his gloves, getting on his knees in front of Josh.

"Don't you worry, this much change can be hard on a body but i van help you out." He said as he went under the cape. He could see josh's dick coming through the end of his shorts. Quickly, he pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles as he wrapped his mouth around Josh's thick as a can 16 inch monster. He took all of it with ease as his senses were assaulted by the smell of josh's thick asian pubes as well as his tennis sized balls.

Josh found his way under the cape as he started edging himself at the base of his cock, his other hand pulling on the barber's hair as it bobbed up and down.

After 30 or so minutes he finally came as bucketloads of semen went into the barber. A steady stream and orgasm for at least a minute.

The barber got up and wiped a bit of Josh's seed away from his mouth, licking it as he winked at josh.

"lets get you finished up" the barber said as he escorted josh to the sinks for him to rinse out the bleach.

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Josh loved the barbers, he would visit them monthly. Great service and they always made him feel great about himself.