"Hey Dude! Where’s my beer?", You shout and he comes out of the kitchen with it. Your still holding the small bottle in your hand. As he comes closer you grab him and get the spray ready.
"Well Dude, It's time I change a few things, Now your going be like me, you hear?", You say.
Hearing this he struggles a little trying to get free. You spray the cologne on him and hand him some beer and a bottle of baby oil, seeing as how he'll be needing it soon, You tuck yourself back in and sit back down and watch the changes.
Richard gags as the scent hits him in the face, coughing and hacking as he backs away. "What.. what ya doin' to me?" His starts to convulse as he hears his voice, already sounding like he came from southern California. His eyes roll back and he falls to the floor, unconscious as you were.
Popping the your second beer open you lean back to watch the show. Richard's clothes simply seem to evaporate, leaving him nude on the floor. The man might be well groomed, but hours behind a desk didn't do much for him. Scrawny with a slight potbelly, and almost hairless, you can't help but smile as the changes start in him.
His frame starts to bulk up with muscle as his skin darkens with a healthy tan. A few inches seem to add to his height. His potbelly never completely goes away, but just adds to his muscular bulk, he begins to get the sculpted look of a bodybuilder, it's muscle earned through lifting weights. It's enough bulk that even the slight bit of fat on him doesn't do too much to hide definition, except on his abs. His dick swells, like it's getting hard, but never seems to fully reach an erection, falling limp again after a few inches added to it.
What little hair on his legs migrates to Rich's neatly cut. The hair across his pecs, recedes back into his body. His face, becoming more rough and masculine sprouts a scruff that looks more like he forgot to shave for a few days. His neat black hair looses it's neat professional trim, becoming a shaggy mop. Slowly colors surface on his shoulder, forming a tribal tattoo. A pair of tight fitting shorts appear in place of his old clothes, his hairless muscular torso left bare.
You notice the room around you changing, furniture that doesn't seem to get cleaned very much was replaced by neat decor. Gay porn mags were replaced by fitness books and magazines. The only thing that stays the same is his big wide-screen TV, now showing the Mr. Olympia contest, on mute rather than hearing the commentators that were now on.
Rich groans, his voice coming out in a new deep bass, he looks slightly bigger than you, maybe you sprayed him with a bit too much. Rich's eyes rest on you and he breaks out with a loud cough.
"Damn. You got some strong smelling cologne there boy. Give a guy some warning next time. I'm thinking we should get to knowing each other real well."
He moves closer to you, grabbing your cock through your shorts with his hands.