You do your best to remember guys from your gym. The memories are fading very quickly and going wherever those memories of your other boyfriend went. Memories that are quickly being replaced by quiet nights alone with Lyle watching anime, plus the occasional comic convention. You try to remember the hot guys who spent hours upon hours lifting weights. One guy comes to mind. One that looked like he could lift up a grown man with just his pinkie finger. As your lips touch the ring, you think about him, and you think about his body, and you think about Lyle.
You don't feel anything. Of course you don't, though. You had the ring and you didn't find the courage to do anything about your predicament. Instead, you looked toward Lyle. Lyle was rubbing his head, as if the sudden weight he put on winded him. But looking at him, you can see why.
Lyle's body had exploded in all directions. He's fucking huge. Your little nub of a dick quivered. You must have made him gain almost eighty pounds. Somewhere out there, a guy is going to wake up a lot thinner than he used to be, but you don't care. You can't even remember that guy's face anymore.
Lyle's massive arms made you almost melt. His shoulders practically tripled in size. His cargo shorts, which had been way too baggy a second ago, now clung to his body and looked like they were going to rip with the slightest movement. His ass and thighs were hider than Hell. You felt even smaller than you did before, somehow. You stayed a skinny-fat 5'4" nerd but decided to turn Lyle into a giant beefcake.
Of course, you also notice Lyle's new gut. You realize with some fear that you didn't steal the body of a model or a bodybuilder, you stole it from an amateur power lifter. You accidentally made Lyle extremely barrel chested. His massively muscular body is covered in a layer of thick fat. His belly his pressing against his shorts and sagged a little over them. While he probably had nice pecs, the flab made them rest ever so slightly on his belly. His neck was so thick now, but that came with a bit of a double chin. Even his arms, while absolutely amazing, probably weren't as vascular as he wanted them to be.
Lyle finally moves his now massive hands away from his face. You finally see the unintended swap. Not only did you steal that other guy's body for Lyle, you also stole his thin mustache. It looked good. He looked almost distinguished, even if his now butler-like face did not match his torso in the slightest. Lyle looks down at his new body. While at first he has some intense joy, that quickly leaves.
"I said to make me jacked!" he yells. You recoil. "Not fat! What the fuck is this?"
Lyle grabs his flabby belly and shakes it. It's a very hard fat. Not too much jiggles. But still, he isn't happy. You want to plead for his forgiveness. You want to tell him you didn't mean it. You also try to push those feelings away and cling to whatever independence Lyle didn't take away from you. Instead, you step forward a bit.
"I-I-I think you look great," you peep.
Lyle scrunches his face. He presses his tongue against his upper lip and licks his new facial hair.
"You gave me a mustache, too? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Lyle pulls you back toward the bathroom. He pushes you inside and you stand quietly in the corner. Lyle looks at himself in the mirror. He flexes his massive arms in the mirror. His biceps shoot up into large, rounded peaks. He sticks his chest out a bit and almost takes up the entire mirror. He plays with his giant ass for a bit, wiggling it and slipping it out of his shorts. Both cheeks look like full cantaloupes. Lyle turns his attention back to his chest. He jiggles his new chest meat before realizing his new chest muscles could move on their own. He starts to pop his massive-yet-saggy pecs and his entire chest wobbles. He smirks. Then he messes with his hair a bit and plays around with his new mustache.
"It'll do for now." Lyle readjusts his glasses. "But once we get more charges on this thing--" he says as he snatches the ring right off my finger "--you better hope I use them on me and not you."
"Okay," you whisper. "Thank you, s-sweetie."
Lyle pulls you closer to him and shoves his tongue into your mouth. The sensation makes you light headed. You almost faint. Lyle's overpowering frame almost engulfs you as you both make out. He effortlessly lifts you off your feet and presses you against the wall. You can barely breathe and it's amazing. Before you can do anything else, Lyle puts you down and then walks back to your room.
"Let's get to bed. Our new life together starts tomorrow."