While Mandy’s creation had run rampant, causing innumerable changes within the gym, Jason had found himself nestled within the confines of a transparent barrier he could not escape. No matter how hard he screamed or how how much he willed his perfectly sculpted body to move, the poised statue continued to pose his muscular body magnificently for all to see.
While the boys in front of him originally had been transformed, Jason too went through a similar transformation as the behemoth bodybuilder, easily hulking out of his clothes to the point whatever remnants of his underwear had became a tight posing strap. Muscles grew exponentially as Jason’s facial structured chiseled and thickened, his body uncontrollably making various poses not unlike the bodybuilders of yesteryear, before quickly flexing his bicep and gawking at it.
Jason’s feet were elevated as his shoes withered into the aether, a large pedestal rising from the ground beneath him as he felt himself grow stiffer. His hair brushed back, lengthening slightly as his mouth curled slightly into a cocky grin, before he completely went frozen, bright gold filling in his details and dissolving his body into the material.
The massive bodybuilder, having gone rigid, shrunk as his human proportions went far more smaller, enough to have been created gingerly by artisans, Jason’s cock had even bulged out of the posers appetizingly, though, he could not for the life of him do anything to satiated the desire. The gym was quickly formed as the other transformations took place and Jason was spirited away to his new prison, where his mind once fraught with fear was beginning to ebb.
Yes, it felt good to be looked at. To be admired, to be lusted at. Memories were beginning to replace what he recalled, he wasn’t “Jason”, he was “Jayson”, Jayson Cutler at that, a model of the man who redefined bodybuilding. At least, this is what he thought, before his mind had slowly devolved into simpler platitudes.
“It is good to be looked at.”
“It is right to be looked at.”
“Look at me.”
“Look at me.”
“Look at me.”
Jayson continued to repeat similar phrases ad nauseam, desiring to be given attention, to have humans gaze upon his form and give the solemn respect he deserved. If he could still comprehend normal human rationale, he would have frowned upon such a behavior, but given that items need no unnecessary thoughts, Jayson’s remaining faculty were set to always remain in a horny state of desire.
Just then, as people passed by and a broad man had eyed him with a twinkle in his eye, Jayson felt his addled mind almost reach climax before the behemoth was led away by a stern glasses wearing man. And once again Jayson yearned for a pair of eyes to fall upon him.
Suddenly his wish was granted as a young woman saw him and felt drawn to him and his physique. Jayson felt the high of attention as he called out to her to no avail.
“Worship me. Look at me. Desire me.”
She too was beckoned, but alas, it was for naught as the same glasses wearing man led her to the front desk, though, she had left a lasting gaze upon him, and once more Jayson yearned.
Not to be forgotten, Jayson felt the touch of a polisher and was thrown into ecstasy as the glasses wearing giant had brought out a polishing cloth and dabbed the solution, running it over Jayson’s mountainous biceps.
Jayson had no mouth to speak, but had he one, a deep moan would have erupted from the statue, the cloth squeaking as it ran through the crevices of the abdominals before reaching the bulge and below.
Adequately shined, Jayson could barely create coherent thoughts as he was placed back into the glass prison, satisfied and ready to continue his existence being the shadow of his now “bigger” self.
Just then, however, Jayson felt his pedestal and material had changed, reality warping its fickle hands once again as light filled Jayson’s newly returned senses.