The message popped up suddenly, coming from an unknown person.
???: Good evening, Mr. Jose Paulo Rosario.
I was surprised that he knew my full name, but remembered that I set it to public when I created my account on this site. Maybe I should change that...
Me: Good evening.
Oh god, I'm getting anxious. I just hope he sends something quick before things get too awkward.
I see him typing and sigh in relief.
???: I've come to you with an offer to work for me. You do not need much to qualify for the job, if that is a concern.
Me: May I ask what the job is? I just made my account recently and don't have much on it, I'm curious as to why you chose me.
I'm probably speaking way too casually, but I wanted to know. Maybe it's a bot?
???: I want you to work for me as a stripper.
I stared wide eyed at the screen. What? A stripper? I have a photo of myself on my account and I'll be the first to admit that I am not particularly good looking.
My thoughts were interrupted by him calling me. A video call..? I hurried and looked at myself in my camera and adjusted my glasses, clothes, and hair and stood up straight, accepting the call.
"I-I'm sorry, but you seem to have made a typo with.. With your.."
They respond in text.
???: I did not. I want you, Mr. Rosario. And please, try to loosen up a bit. No need to be so formal.
I try to do as he says. I clear my throat.
"B-but why..? I'm not really.. Fit, or anything. I'm sure you could tell that from seeing my profile pic alone."
???: We can change that.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I follow... Are you implying I undergo surgery? Will I be having a personal trainer..?"
I think I spoke way too quickly. It happens whenever I'm nervous.
???: You'll start growing your muscles, triple the size they are now. Your pecs will jut out and stretch your polo until it tops apart.
I gulp nervously." Wh-Wha-" I'm cut off by a strange sensation all over my body, it's stronger on my chest. My clothes feel so tight. "What are you.. Ngggfff.. Doing to me..?" I grunt and moan as my polo rips off and reveals my new, massive pecs abs and my tight abs.
???: You're going to answer all my questions honestly and without hesitation.
"Yes, sir." I said it before even thinking about what he said. What the hell is going on?
???: How big is your cock?
I'M NOT GOING TO ANSWER- "Five inches, sir." I feel my throat and look at myself in the camera. I'm not controlling this at all.
???: No, you're 10 inches long, as thick as a beer can. You've always been this big.
I feel the sensation again in my crotch and feel an insane urge to take my pants off, so I do. I grip the sides of my chair and hump the air as my cock throbs and leaks all over itself, growing to twice its size. My balls follow suit. "Mmmff... Fuck, sir." My mind gets fuzzy. I've always been this big. Sir said it so it must be true.
???: How old are you, Paulo?
"18 years old, sir." I answer while resisting the urge to stroke my big, leaky cock.
???: Hmmm... No, you're 34 years old.
I grunt and get surprised at how deep my voice is. My body grows once more, and hair stops to pop up all over it, especially on my chest and face.
???: Looking pretty good there.
"Thank you, sir." Why am I still calling him sir when... No, this is a job I've been looking for for a while now. I've gotta be formal.
???: One more question, where are you from?
"The Philippines, sir."
???: Let's change that to...