You lean back, enjoying the sensation of your new body building friend massaging your dick with his tongue. "Awww, yeah Dude. You enjoy your meal?" you say in your So Cal talk. Rich stops sucking enough to say, "Hell yeah, sir. We grow sure grow them big here on the west coast!" As he takes your cock back into his mouth, you hear the door open and a voice in an annoying eastern accent call out, "Hey Richard, what happened here? I see you finally decided to clean up the place? It was beginning to look like a pig sty."
Richard stops pleasuring you again and looks up, "Aw man, it's that damn east coast dude I share this place with, Robert."
An idea forms in your head, "Yo, Rich, I think we should teach this guy west coast manners."
"Oh yeah," he replies.
Rich gets up and goes to the kitchen, as Robert had apparently entered through the back door. You hear Rich call to his housemate, "Hey, Bob. How about you an' me getting in a work out before dinner?"
You hear the sound of a struggle and Robert yell, "Who the hell are you? Get out of my house you muscle freak? And what have you done with Richard?"
Rich responds, "The name's Rich now, Robbie. Doesn't matter though, yer gonna' need to lose some of the east coast business fashion ."
The sound of crashing pots and pans can be heard coming from the kitchen during the scuffle. Then all the sounds from the kitchen stop.
Hearing your cue, you head to administer the cologne, not bothering to put your clothes back on. They would just come off again soon anyway. You enter the kitchen and see Robert. He's a pale skinny twig of a man, a part of you remembers that he was in the IT department in your office. Looking at the nude bulging mass of man walking toward him with a pronounced erection, Rob freaks out.
"Get away from me you pervert! You too, you stupid jock!" he yells at the both of you, impotent rage the only thing he has left.
"That's enough of that," you say mockingly as you spray him with the last of the cologne.
"I'll kill you, you..." Rob's voice trails off as he too passes out from the effects of the spray.
Rich relaxes his grip on Rob, holding him up now instead of restraining him. Rob's clothes vanish, fully exposing his weak body. You take a step back as the changes begin. Rob begins growing, both in height and bulk, until he over-tops Rich. His muscles fill out along with his well defined gut, until he has a firm, flat eight-pac abs. His skin rapidly takes on a rich tan. His dick regains a foreskin as it gains length and girth, his balls becoming pendulous. You think it's almost over, but then all the hair across his chest, shoulders, and back and down his arms and legs falls off. Except his five-o-clock shadow beard and his dark high and tight hair cut his body is completely void of any body hair. A tattoo of barbed wire appears on his right bicep as a diamond shaped S appears on the left. Finally, a fish net tank top springs into being clinging to his torso as pair of skin tight square cut shorts and black, cross trainers join it. You take a quick out the window and see a rugged motorcycle appear in the driveway. You look back at your newest friend Robert, no Robbie, looking hungrily back at you.