Sean looked over his newly toned body, observing every new ounce of muscle. He decided "Eh, I got time for more." He went back to the program to meddle with it a bit more. He could up his muscles again, become a real beefcake. The question was, how big did he want to get? He definitely wanted to be as big as possible, but without looking like a monster. Sean decided to see if he could test out a few sizes for himself before settling on a set muscle size. He first added 25 pounds, putting him at 200 even pounds of pure muscle. He hit the button and watched as his toned body swelled again. His arms beefed up, his chest filled out, his legs thickened, his abs tightened, and his neck grew wider. At 200 lbs, Sean was beginning to look like a beginning bodybuilder. His glorious muscles rippled and bounced as he explored every inch of them.
Sean, however, was not fulfilled. He wanted more. Much more. He bumped the toning to 7/8 and the weight to 300 lbs. Sean nearly passed out from pleasure just thinking about himself at 300 lbs. How could he explain that to the guys? how could he explain that to his parents? How could he explain this to anyone? "It's nothing, I just used a magic computer program to make me jacked." People would think he's crazy! He decided he would stay at 200, at lead he could rationalize that. He went to exit the program when he realized he accidentally clicked "save" instead.
The effects of the transformation racked Sean like a freight train. Every muscle in his body was charged with magical energy as they started to expand. His arms became huge and bulky. His chest was big and round, like two huge slabs of meat. His former 6 pack shifted to an 8 pack. his already beefy legs begame like tree trunks, running with huge muscles and thick veins. His neck broadened and his back widened. He was growing bigger and sexier by the second ("Did I just think this was sexy?" He asked himself). Since his height was not effected, his proportions were crazy. He was wide and muscular at only 5' 10. His massive muscles twitched and groaned at their ever growing size. Eventually, his growth ceased, leaving Sean with the muscles of a pro bodybuilder on his Latino body.
Sean, who couldn't see much past his enormous chest, could feel his bulge growing. He was fearing that would happen. He had, for most of his life, tried to convince himself that he was straight, and that he wasn't gay. But, every now and again, he would see a male modeling ad on the internet or an issue of PlayGirl in the trash, and couldn't help but get arounsed by it. Even this scenario of him becoming a muscle beast had done nothing but answer his suspicion: He was gay. No denying it. He reached down as best he could and pulled out his dick, a hard 8 inches and proceeded to start stroking it. Waves of intense pleasure cascaded him as he went on.
He thought of his huge muscles and how good he looked. He imagined himself flexing them, rubbling them, and showing them off to everyone. He started to feel his load build up. He thought about what it must feel like for someone who saw him, and imagined a person with his proportions come and flex for him and gave Sean his own personal show. He was so close! He finally thought of what he would look like bigger, the waves of growing pleasures, the sheer size of himself, and the strength of his own muscles. He stroked a bit longer and shot his load onto the mirror, the wall, his computer, and all over the apartment. His own load surprised him. Maybe the testosterone he received from these transformations caused some side effects. IN any case, he experienced the best masturbation of his life, but now had to clean it all up.