You wake up with your usual morning hard-on. Without opening your eyes, you lower your hand towards your crotch to relieve the tension in the traditional way.
You're surprised that your cock seems thicker and longer than you remember. Every time your fist moves down the shaft, it brushes against a dense mat of hair that
wasn't there before. As your hand feels around your cock, you notice that your balls hang lower and have a covering of fur that you cannot recall from the last time
you wanked off. Involuntarily you yawn, stretch, then open your eyes.
"He's awake!" Looking up, you see that the bed is surrounded by a group of twentysomething Chink guys, all grinning at you, and an older Chink man with a
forked white beard.
"Stage One is complete" says the older man in his sing-song broken English accent. "Let the boy see for himself."
Two of the Chink guys peel off the bed clothes to reveal your naked body. It's cold in the room, and you fell your hair stand up in goose pimples. You hear a
buzzing noise from above, then notice that the ceiling is being replaced by a large flat mirror. Slowly your body comes into view. You are shocked by what you
see.
The face that stares back has some of the features of your 15 year old face, but the body does not. You have increased to well over six foot in height from your
previous five feet five. But what is most striking is your build. You are the picture of a muscle stud - thick legs like tree trunks, broad shoulders, large round pecs
and a chiselled abs with a clear six pack. Blond hair runs from between your pecs, circling your nipples, and growing wider towards the base of your chest.
This is the sort of body that you dreamed of when you worked out as a skinny 15 year old. With this body you could show every Chink, nigger and Latino homey
who's boss in your town. You might as well start now. Without warning, you lunge forward towards the band of Chinks.
At least you go to lunge forward, but suddenly all your muscles lock into place and you can't move. You try to cry out at the yellow bastards, but you can't even
move your mouth.
"The boy is feeling his strength and power", says the older man. "Soon he will have an outlet for his energy. But first we must make a few more changes to him. Let
us leave him for a while we see if the other ones are awake."