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James “Flex” Lewis. Offseason guest-posing in Italy back in 2013. Huge.
(This was from a deleted request where an anon wished to swap bodies with someone else because they were, "Short and blonde")
Blonde? A little on the short side?
Okay, I got it. Lemme just snap my fingers and… *SNAP!
“And next to the stage: The Welsh Dragon! Flex Lewis!” an announcer bellowed through a speaker system, and you heard a roaring thunder of applause emanating from what you deduced must’ve been a sizable crowd.
At first you were confused as to where you were since all you saw was a blinding light for a second. However, you felt your legs moving forward, propelling you closer to the source of the sound. Something was off about your walk. You could feel your thighs rolling around each other as you moved, making you waddle. There are also something else off about your gait that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You felt so heavy with arms colliding with lats and your front seemingly weighing you down.
Eventually your eyes adjusted to the light and you found yourself standing out in front of a large crowd on a stage. Flickerings of lights danced around, indicating pictures being taken. Your heart raced in your chest and you frantically looked around before you spotted a large screen behind you, one of the ones that concerts utilize to showcase a larger picture of what’s onstage.
You spotted the image of bodybuilder Flex Lewis looking panicked on the screen. His eyes were wide and he was looking around the stage as if he were lost. His massive muscles were pumped to perfection; his huge pecs protruded off his chest invitingly and his biceps glistened underneath the lights reflecting the posing oil he was covered in. Then it dawned on you.
Whenever you moved, Flex Lewis moved.
Your jaw dropped (Flex Lewis’s image doing the same), and you raised of both your heavier arms above your head to form a double biceps pose. The crowd went wild as you flexed the giant arms that you now possessed. You stood in place as you registered what had happened, that somehow you’d managed to swap bodies with world famous bodybuilder, Flex Lewis.
A wide smile formed on your new face and you strutted further out onto the stage to show off your vast form to the numerous spectators who all cheered with every pose you performed. You bounced your massive pecs and turned around to show off your large, globular glutes.
“It looks like Flex has definitely packed on some serious size!” the announcer commented.
You leaned forward and performed a most muscular pose, feeling so incredibly turned on as the crowd went crazy. You even eyed a cute photographer who winked at you as you posed, and you began to consider inviting him back to yours/Flex’s hotel room after the competition which you were sure you’d win. Then you’d let him feel up every inch of your massive, bulky body.
Basking in the joy that your new life was bringing you, you positioned your bulky arms behind your head and performed a front abdominals pose.
The hot photographer’s eyes widened and he raised his camera to take a quick picture, a devious smirk forming on his face for some reason.
“Uh oh,” the announcer said, trying to hold back a laugh, “it looks like not everything about Flex Lewis had increased in size.”
You jerked back in confusion, dropping your arms in wonder as the crowd started to erupt in laughter. More lights flickered as your picture was taken some more and you grew confused as to what was happening. Just mere seconds ago, everybody was lusting over your broad form but now they were laughing and making fun of you.
“Folks,” the announcer chuckled, “let this be a reminder that roids shrink your junk.”
The laughter in the crowd grew in fervor and intensity.
“What the hell?” you asked aloud, hearing your new accented voice for the first time. You turned your head to look back at the screen that showcased your new, confused form. The screen had zoomed in on your body, more specifically the shimmery green posers that you wore. They were skin tight and traveled down low to form a hilariously small bulge at your groin.
You loudly gasped and looked down at yourself, paling at the sight of your pathetic bulge that barely tented your posers. With a shaky hand, you pulled the top of the posers away from you, and had to glance over your bulging pecs to gain a view of what you were packing.
Nestled in the green posers was a puny one-inch nub of a cock that was couple with tiny balls that were close to your body, no bigger than jelly beans.
“Holy shit!” you panicked, turning bright red when you registered all the flashing lights from the cameras that took pictures of a horrified Flex Lewis checking out his micro-dick onstage. Sure you were now a sexy bodybuilder who many muscle-lovers lusted over, and your muscles were so huge and manly that your size dwarfed most men, however, your cock was now so tiny that it was comical being attached to any man, let alone such a massive muscle frame.
You covered up your minuscule bulge with a beefy hand, able to conceal it entirely with just one paw. You hurriedly rushed offstage, your face red hot with embarrassment. The roaring laughter was still heard from the stage.
“Poor micro-dicked Flex Lewis left the stage and is hereby disqualified!” the announced boomed over the speakers. “How embarrassing.”
Even your fellow competitors laughed at you as you shoved your way past them. Their posing pouches were all stuffed to capacity with their meaty cocks. All the while, you hid your pathetic nub from sight, humiliated beyond repair and knowing that you’d managed to ruin Flex Lewis’s bodybuilding career. You just hoped that he was having fun in your smaller body that had a much larger cock.
Flex Lewis 4/4
Here's Flex Lewis talking about his incredibly sexy hairy chest. I think he could keep the fluff!
I'll start a Change.org petition right now so that bodybuilders can keep their chest hair during competitions!
Or... maybe it'd be nice to have a story about a hot bodybuilder (such as Flex) whose chest just refuses to remain freshly shaven at a competition. Within minutes, his pecs are fuzzy no matter how many times he shaves.