SuperBeefy picked up the magic comics which was on the floor.
« It seems I need a sidekick. Do you know what sidekicks are for? »
Chris stepped backward; « No, no, I don’t want to be your sidekick! »
Superbeefy went close to Chris. Chris was hypnotized by this hulky body and the stretching green bodysuit. Chris was 5’7 average height and now because of the super proportions of George, he has the impression to be tiny. Chris has never really been fond of sports. He practiced different ones, he loved that, but more for releasing stress. He was fit guy, light brown hair. Not the jock type but pleasing to the eye.
SuperBeefy grasped suddenly Chris’ forearm.
« We both know you wish this power and muscles, it is written on your forehead, don’t deny it. Open you hand young man! »
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I did not have the choice, I let SuperBeefy put the comics in my hand. We both hold the comics, I had the impression then my willing dropped down suddenly, I could not stop watching the eyes of SuperBeefy. A smile appeared on his face. I did not notice that the comics became shiny.
« Chris, tell: I am the sidekick of Superbeefy
- I am the sidekick of super beefy…
- More STRONGLY, TELL IT AND BECOME POWER STUD. SuperBeefy ordered
- I AM THE SIDEKICK OF SUPERBEEFY !
My mind was connected to SuperBeefy, plenty of pictures filled my mind: myself with SuperBeefy fighting, helping each other. I could feel powerful, confident. It was like a huge wave of pleasure invaded my person. Then, I felt no comfortable, I felt the desire to please SuperBeefy, I saw him naked, myself worshipping him as a God;
- « Nooo, what’s that, don’t want…I moaned
- Dont fight it, you want that, ACCEPT. YOU ARE MY SIDEKICK NOW »
And these words triggered my transformation as I accepted it. No words can be used. It is like you are suddenly plugged directly to a power station filling an infinite battery. I felt what power mean. A sensation of pure euphoria. Again new images, more knowledges entering in my mind: I saw in 2 seconds a summary of 5000hours of pure gymnastic training combined with martial art and wrestling.
I felt energy flowed up in my arms and chest and legs as my skin stretching, I was trapped inside tight clothes. I could see my chest broaden.
« YESSSS », I groaned, surprised by the sound of my voice.
I opened my eyes and was face to face with Superbeefy who was caressing my chest. I turned my head toward the mirror: I was now wearing a white and blue wrestling singlet with blue boots. My body completed shredded and muscular was leaner than SuperBeefy. I flexed my prominent biceps. I was so good, and it was so good to smell the musky odor of SuperBeefy.
« I am PowerStud, I am… yours.
- Yes you are handsome.
They did not hear the entrance door just slammed. Chris’ father, Brad, was coming.
« What are you doing here SuperBeefy!! Remove your hands from my son, he is not faggot! said Brad abruptly.
-Sorry man, we have some important work to do ! answered SuperBeefy.
PowerStud and Superbeefy left the house, under the gaze of a very angry man…