You saunter outside your lawn. You are larger than you were before. Sweat glistens on your muscles and your sun bleached blond hair is totally wind blown. Your string tank-top barely contain your enormous sun-worked muscles. Your muscles are especially sexy, as they spell out how hard and masculine you really have become. Your lawn, you now notice, has a lot less stuff on it...mostly low maintenances shrubbery. After all who has time to take care of a green lawn when you spend most of your time either at the gym or on the beach . You walk a few houses down to Richard's house.
Richard opens the door, immaculately coiffed. He looks at you as if he has already seen you in your new body.
"Yeah? What the fuck do you want?" he asks. “I told you I don’t want to be your gym partner.”
You realize that he and you have nothing in common now. You were an office drone just like him and you both used to look down on the muscle guys as being dumb, mindless and narcissistic. But now that you are about the sexiest stud in town you can look down on him. He is pretty hot, with his neat black hair, not a single part of him is not clean cut.
"Dude. I thought you and me, we could try to get know one another better."
"I uh...I don't know if that's a good idea."
"I was hoping you'd invite me inside. Dude! Look at this place!" you say, pushing Richard aside and inviting yourself in. "Now how's about you be a good little boy and get your guest something to drink." You flex your pecs. Richard drops whatever is in his hands, which you see is a muscle magazine.
You saunter over to the couch and put your feet up on his immaculately clean glass coffee table, getting oily sand all over it, since it was inside your trainers .
"Maybe you and me have got more in common that you think, now how about you come over and worship this body of mine?"
Richard numbly comes over with a beer that you suck down as he disbelievingly applies his hands to your now enormous body. He straddles your impossibly large thighs and lifts your top up and over your head. He slowly glides his hands down you chest, over your rock hard abs and stopping momentarily at the waistband of your shorts. You nod your approval for him to continue. You raise your hips and he pulls the waistband down to your knees. You hear a gasp come out of his mouth when he sees your stuffed black posers. When he releases your cock from its confines it immediately gets hard. Quickly his eager mouth envelops your growing shaft.
"That's right, you fancy pants office shit. YOU SUCK ON THIS MUSCLE BOYS DICK!" You shove your dick all the way down his mouth as he chokes. "Good boy. After we're done here I might even have to make a few changes round here.
After you face fuck him you put in a muscle porn DVD, that you found laying next to the couch, and make him get you another beer. You pick up the cologne bottle that had fallen out of your pocket during the fuckfest. You lick your lips over your rough lips.
You can hardly wait to see how Richard turns out.