You decide that you want to test the ring on something significant. You've always been self-conscious of the fact that you're not very athletic. Sure, you're a decently average weight, but you wonder if sometimes you get passed over by other guys because of your slight paunch and noodly arms. It takes you a few minutes to come up with exactly what you want to swap - swapping your muscles would leave you with your flab. Swapping body fat percentage would probably leave you a skeletal freak, at least without the muscles to back it up, anyhow. You decide to switch your muscle definition with your cousin, and raise the ring to your lips. You kiss it, and wait.
When you finish the kiss, you feel... weird. You look down at your body, and you're so surprised your mind goes blank. It takes you a second to find the right words to describe your new self. "Wow... I'm hot!" You clamp your hand over your mouth. Way too loud. "Right, um, Walker is sleeping," you whisper to yourself. You tilt your head down again for another look. You're um... uh... what was it called when art people made a statue? Hammered? No, not hammered, although that makes you laugh a little. You wish you were, it feels nice to be drunk. Like uh... when they chip things. It's also for when you have a lot of muscles. Chipped? No, but you think that's close... You pull out your phone to Google it, and notice a notification. It distracts you from your search, and you click on it, sending you to Facebook.
Someone you used to know from high school liked the profile picture you added last week. Stanley. He used to be kind of an outcast cause he was smart and ugly, but now he's pretty popular cause he's smart and hot. He does something science-y you think... like... he's an engineer? But wait, isn't that the train thing? Maybe he works on train science to make them go faster and stuff? You decide not to think about it. In fact, you're already forgetting as you click through to stare at his own profile picture. He really is pretty hot. "Fuck yeah, Stan." You start to rub at your dick through your jeans and you get distracted - your arms feel all different. You look down, remembering your swap. "Right, the ring..." you say slowly. "Why am I even on my phone again? I should check this shit out close up!"
You pull off your jeans and shirt. Standing in front of your tall wall mirror, you check yourself out. Your body is all muscle-y, AND you have abs now! You rub your hand on them and feel how hard they are. "Whoa, this is sick!" You do some flexes, and think to yourself that you look pretty good. You're not like.... SUPER muscle-y in your arms, probably cause Walker doesn't do arm sports. Your legs look extra good though, DEFINITELY super-muscle-y there. You're feeling really turned on, and you step out of your boxers, too. Your dick is the same, but that's cool. You like your size, and it always feels pretty good when you cum. You waste no time jerking off, loving how your muscles feel all tight while you shift from foot to foot and flex. "Fuck yeah, you fucking stud," you mutter while you watch your reflection. You start thinking of the hot engineer guy again, and what it would be like to fuck him. Stan would be like, all turned on and drooling for this body, probably. The thought sends you over the edge and you shoot all over your mirror.
When you finish, you still feel all slow and groggy. What's happening to you, anyways? You switched muscles and then... "Right!" You totally forgot. The package said something about a random switch when you used the ring. Could that have something to do with how you feel? "Wait...", you say to yourself. You're starting to think that maybe Walker made you, like... stupid.