I thought for a bit about what I should do as I paced on the treadmill, watching Dmitri go through the ear of his workout. I figured that maybe I should start with a better job. You know, improve my life, since pretty much everyone wanted to sleep with me anyways. So as Dmitri was beginning to pack up and leave, I made my choice: “I work as a nightclub bouncer.” The world spin for a second and then everything felt normal. Well, normal-ish. I felt something on my chest, that was bouncing with each step I took on the treadmill. I looked down and saw large orbs of muscle where my chest was before, and I couldn’t even see my toes any more!
I stopped the treadmill and got off, heading back to the locker room to look in the mirror. When I got there, I saw exactly what happened. My side effect was that I had his massive muscular chest! I took off my shirt to get a better view. Everything about my chest was the same, but the muscles underneath were his. My chest felt massively heavy but light at the same time. They were large enough that my skin creased underneath them, practically making them man tits. I grabbed at my left tit and felt it jiggle and morph from the squeeze. Then I tried flexing them, and watched as the flex made them bounce. I tried to do that ‘pec bounce’ thing I see muscular guys do, and my chest responded in kind, like I’d been doing it my whole life. I hummed a tune to myself and bounced my pecs to the beat, sometimes bouncing them together, sometimes independently, and if I’m going to be honest, it was kind of arousing. Plus, I was staring at literally the sexiest man in the world in the mirror play with his tits, so I was rock hard.
I apparently wasn’t the only one because while I was focusing on myself and my chest, one of the other patrons had walked in. I only noticed them when they moaned, I looked over and saw a smaller skinny guy staring at me, rubbing his dick through his shorts. I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “You wanna touch?” He nodded and like a magnet, quickly abs firmly grasped my chest. It wasn’t even a few minutes later when He had his lips around my cock while I continued fondling my pecs. I came in his mouth and he lapped up every drop, like it was his protein shake for the day. After the sexual high, I tried to put my shirt back on but it was difficult, the shirt at the stomach area was smaller than my chest, probably because a chest this big is going to stretch a shirt out. I managed to get it on, and looked in the mirror, and my shirt being tightly wrapped around my new pecs like that made me look even sexier, if it was possible. I left the gym shortly afterwards, pleased with my new gains and new job.