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B Needs a Workout Partner

added by Cryptic 12 years ago AP BM S

"Aw shit! What was I thinkin'", B reached over to stop the Chronovac. "I need me some liftin' partners, and ya'll two scrawny white asses
just ain't gonna cut it!" He began to type furiously into the Chronovac.

Colin and Rob didn't like the sound of that.

Colin had to admit being in a porn star body felt pretty good, but he wasn't sure that turning into a hulking black bodybuilder was
something he wanted. Rob, resigned to the fact that in a few minutes, he'd be some sort of Nubian god, just braced himself for what he
knew was coming.

"Now hold on just a second," Colin tried to reason with B. "You're not thinking straight, you're Bryan, a white high school kid, not -
nnnrrgggghhh! Oooooh!" Colin was caught off guard by the beginning of the changes B had keyed in.

"Just a minute, bro, and you be thinkin' straight!" B smiled as he watched the changes start.

Colin had been interrupted by the simultaneous growth of his pecs and ass. The two globes of his butt actually lifting higher on his
frame, while his pecs pushed out into two unbelievable plates of pure muscle. His back widened and piled on muscle while it
compacted, leaving him at a height of 5'6", though he was still gaining weight. His feet and legs cracked as his legs compressed as well,
and calves like footballs, hard and etched as diamonds grew in. He moaned in ecstasy, fighting the changes turning him into a freak,
but giving in as the pure pleasure of the transformation took hold. His tree-trunk thighs started to grow as his arms, now hanging out
away from his enlarging body due to the impossible thickness of his back, began piling on mass. What little bit of body hair he had
retracted back into his skin, leaving him the perfect complexion for the Mr. Olympia bodybuilder he was fast becoming.  Meanwhile, his
arms had finished growing into the 22" pythons that would be his signature in competitions. He stared in wonder at his huge forearms,
seeing the veins snaking their way up and out of his sight. He touched one tentatively, not believing that this could be his body. 

The next wave caught Colin by surprise as his dick swelled and lowered. Pure pleasure ran through him as a foreskin grew back over
his member and his balls dropped to accommodate his new manhood. He may have been a porn star before, but he was most
definitely king of them now.  

While he was trying to see over his pecs, a tough task in his current form, he noticed his field of vision change. Colin couldn't tell, but B
grinned as Colin's features started showing their soon to be African heritage. His head began widening slightly as his cheekbones rose
to prominence. All the while his bald head began to round off, almost like B's - the two began to resemble each other, like they may be
brothers, or possibly cousins. Colin's nose flared and flattened against his face. Combined with the strong jaw he developed, he had a
very commanding visage, even with the expression of ecstasy and confusion it was now displaying. As Colin's eyebrows arched higher
giving him the look of a model, B thought to himself, "jus' one thing left."

Colin was still reeling from the changes and power he now felt. He was just coming to terms with his new muscle when he looked down
and noticed he was getting tanner. A lot tanner. He shot a look over to B as his skin darkened into the color of deep milk chocolate, the
shade he'd be from now on.  To seal his identity as an award winning bodybuilder, a pair of dark red posing trunks appeared on him,
accentuating the curves of his improved physique. The distended pouch bulged obscenely with Colin's huge endowment. The sensation
of the silk against his dick was almost too much as the python encased in the pouch started to stir sending waves of bliss to it's new
owner.

Assuming the changes were finished Colin shouted out to B, "What da fuck you do ta me, son?!". He stood wide-eyed in surprise. The
voice and vocabulary weren't his. His voice was deep and smooth, like a Barry White impersonator. And his speech had noticeable
"hood" inflections in it.

"The last bit of changes," was all B said. 

"What da fuck?! I didn't want to change race! I didn't want to be no bodybuilder! You turned me into a-"

Colin didn't get to finish as his mind changed. Instantly, he got information on working out, nutrition, which gyms were the best, posing
and competing with the new pro bodybuilder body he had. He also got information on his new race. The history, the heritage, the sense
of community. He looked over to B and felt a new connection, a new sense of brotherhood. 

He was conflicted for a moment. He still remembered and knew he was a white, gangly, high school student. But he wasn't.  He looked
down at himself.  The only thing hinting what Colin once was were his piercing hazel eyes.  He was a huge hulking black bodybuilder,
and B was his workout partner. He had to admit, he liked being this better than a white high school student. The muscles felt so
incredible, the blood pumping through them giving him a natural high. His new racial identity gave him a sense of belonging he never
had known before. And anyway the changes were permanent - and the memory of his old life seemed like a dream.  As he accepted his
new identity as Cedric, or Ced as all his bro's called him, his bookbag that had been tossed in the corner of the room shimmered and
changed into a gym bag, completely stocked for the bodybuilder he had become. 

"Bro, I'm not sure whatcha did to me, but thanks!", Ced shook his head to get the cobwebs out as his new identity settled in. He looked
over at B and began posing for the first time. 

Even though he was "Ced" now, Colin was still in there, and posing was a whole new experience for him. He couldn't believe the power
he felt, or the fact that this was his body. Each pose flexed muscles he'd never had - he'd seen the huge musclemen in the magazines,
and wondered what being that big would feel like, but he never imagined it would feel this powerful. It all felt strange, but good, and
natural. He couldn't wait to get up on a stage as his new career identity kicked in.

Smiling, B joined in the impromptu pose-off.

Meanwhile, Rob had been going through his own changes.


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