John whimpered, "How...how can you fix that?"
I looked down at him. I really felt sorry for the pathetic dweeb, but hey, I fucked guys with cute butts or muscled bodies. John was a
nerd; he didn't have anything that would attract me! Sighing, I said, "Well, how about I hook you up with one of my football friends?"
"You... you can do that?"
Hell yeah I could... if I threatened to punch a hole through the middle of his torso. None of my buds would date this guy willingly, and
why would they? Like I said before, John's weak, ugly, and pathetic. Besides, most of my muscular friends are straight, are at most closet
gays. Not that I couldn't change that if I wanted to, but I don't want to use my powers on anyone besides myself.
"Sure, John. Any guy you like?" I asked. He was about to give a reply, but I interrupted him swiftly, "Actually, just tell me tomorrow. I can
get something arranged. Bye, lil' dude!" I waved my enormous arm at him, paralyzing him with my hypnotically handsome smile, and
jogged out of the building with heavy, powerful steps from my titanically massive legs.
The next day, at school
I slowed down as I reached the school building, my legs pumped hugely from the run. I didn't have a driving license yet, but that was
hardly an issue considering how powerful the muscles in my lower body were. Yeah, I was late, but working out is addicting! Time really
flies when you're breaking world records left and right!
My breath returning to me rapidly, I entered the doors and turned to the "late office" instinctively, as if doing so had become habit in my
new jock-form. The lady, a woman whose name I could never seem to remember, looked me up and down, allowing her eyes to slowly
take in my beautiful form. You could hardly blame her, since my incredible body induced unrivaled lust in every woman and homo who
rested their eyes upon it, but I couldn't say the same of her. For one, I was gay, and even if I was straight I wouldn't give a
second glance to an overweight, elderly woman like her. Still, it was always fun to play with someone whom so obviously lusted after me.
"Sorry, I'm late again." I let out a shy grin as I reached to scratch the back of my head. As I did this, a freakish gigantic ball of muscle
formed on my arm, my bicep bulging monstrously. The woman's eyes widened in awe as her mouth weakly dropped open. I saw her hand
quickly drop between her legs before she blushed and looked me straight in the eye. Gosh, I was just warming up and she was already
gushing at my power! I underestimate my own sexiness sometimes.
"It's okay," she replied, trying to ignore her obvious attraction to the hot, musclebound teenager in front of her, "I'll just have to have you
sign why you were late on the notecard here."
I laughed to myself. She tried so hard to maintain her professionalism, but her efforts were futile. How could she hope to resist a walking
sexgod like me? I'm a walking wet dream, if I couldn't drive some old bat crazy with my innocent face and huge muscles, then who
could? Walking up to her desk, I used my extraordinary height to my advantage and bent down over her, my muscles perspiring with
sweat and my cute mouth panting from the run. I was wearing a practically skin-tight black t-shirt and even tighter black shorts, so she
could clearly see every ridge of my hulking, heaving supernatural muscles. She was getting horny again, and I could see that she was
barely able to stop herself from grabbing out at my superhuman body and groping it with ferocity and lust.
"I'm a bit tired, could you write it for me, Miss? I was working out really, really hard this morning, and I had no clue how much time flew
by! Next thing I know, school's already started and I still needed to take a shower! That's why I'm smelling so much, see?"
The old woman drew back slightly as I put my handsome face down to hers and smiled, but she was unable to combat the overwhelming
forces telling her to give in. She bent towards me and smelled my heavy, masculine musclesweat. I think she almost passed out from the
overpowering body odor! The smell of my intoxicating sweat was far too much for her old, weak body to handle, and I saw her eyes roll
to the back of her head as she drew in the stench of a overmuscled powerhouse teenager with impossible and unstoppable virility.
She moaned, half of her sanity gone, and I took my chance to strike. Grasping her body with a single powerful, behemothic hand, I raised
the woman to my abs. Then, with my other hand, I raised my form-fitting t-shirt, and exposed her hungry mouth to my flawless teen
flesh. Overcome by lust, the woman greedily slurped my indestructible 8-pack, unable to oppose the seductive image of my perfect body
right in front of her. I let her slobber messily for a while, dreams of worshipping the perfect man fulfilled, before letting her overweight
body back on her desk.
"That's all for now... bitch." I smirked as I dropped my shirt back over my skin. The desk lady sighed as she plopped herself onto her
table, no doubt tired from being exposed to such an irresistible and dominating musclegod for so long. I smirked and flexed one more
inhuman super-bicep at her pitiful face before leaving the room. As I head off to my first period class, I made sure that she got a good
glimpse of my muscular glutes through the thin fabric of my shorts. Perhaps next time, I'll smash her face with my huge, sexy ass...