As the three behemoths entered the gym, all eyes were on them. B had forgot to alter reality, so even though the bodybuilders were
familiar with the gym, the people had never seen the huge men before.
B, Ced, and Rod were getting settled in, drinking their pre workout shakes when Ced noticed a kid fumbling with some of the
equipment. Ced pointed him out to B and Rod as the kid started using machines completely incorrectly.
"Yo, isn't dat Roger from school?" Rod whispered to his two friends.
"I think, yah," came B's response.
Roger was a thin white kid, a freshman at the bodybuilders' old high school. He was pale, with red hair that couldn't be kept combed. He
certainly wasn't a jock, and never got along with the geeks or nerds either. He really never could find his own clique.
"Wonder why he's here? Maybe one of us should ask?" B looked at his two bro's.
Ced got up and approached the awkward teen. "Yo, little bro, need some help?"
Roger looked up and nearly lost his balance. "Y-y-y-ah," Roger was completely shocked as to why his big bodybuilder would talk to him.
"What chu tryin' ta do? Don't look like ya work out too much."
"Well, sir, I don't really have any friends, and I was thinkin' I might be able to pick up some girls if I could put on a little size. Maybe get
some respect, too."
"Hmmmm. You kinda remind me of how I used ta be. What if I told ya I could help you get like me?"
Roger's eyes widened, "Wow! That'd be cool! But I don't want to do steroids or anything like that."
"Naw, man. We all cool. Come over here an let me introduce ya to my bro's."
As the huge bodybuilder sauntered back over to the others, Roger timidly followed behind. B was grinning ear to ear, and had already
keyed in Roger's changes.
After introductions, and as Roger got a little more used to the hulking figures around him, B spoke up, "Ok, bro, we'll teach ya all ya
need ta know. First, gotta get some before pics so ya can track yer progress."
The three led Roger into the locker room and found a back corner where they wouldn't be disturbed. B pulled out the emitter and aimed
it at Roger.
"That looks weird for a camera," Roger was a bit nervous.
"Jus' say cheese ma man, you about to be a new man," B pressed the button.
Roger knew immediately that was no camera as he felt energy pass through him. He tried to move but he was fixed to the spot as he
began to grow taller. He reached a height of 5'7 before his clothes disappeared.
He looked down, horrified, but didn't have time to react as his feet started pushing apart due to his quads and calves exploding into
bodybuilder perfection.
The feeling spread up to his groin, where, like the others, his package was augmented to porn star proportions. The new thickness and
length was so heavy, it actually pulled on Roger's abdomen, which was quickly becoming an 8-pack. As he looked down, a solid black
pair of posing trunks appeared, cradling his new manhood.
Further up the boy the changes spread, hitting his pecs and back next. Chiseled pecs, the trophies of any bodybuilder now draped off
Roger's body. The new sensation of his back made him feel impossibly thick and powerful. With his new lats, he knew he wouldn't be
able to reach around to his back, the muscles were just too big.
Delts and traps were next as his neck appeared to shorten under the new muscle. His shoulders thrust out to his sides, making his
waist seem tiny by comparison. The V-taper of his back added to the illusion. Paired with the 20" guns he now possessed, the kid was
destined for a future in bodybuilding.
While Roger was busy taking all that in, his features began morphing. His hair retracted back a bit and turned a bit kinky and jet black. It
was longer on the top, but faded skin close on the sides. His head rounded out, and he began to develop cheekbones and a nose that
bore more than a passing resemblance to Ced. In fact, his eyebrows arched and his eyes changed shape slightly, looking almost
exactly like Ced. Ced was taking interest when a small diamond stud appeared in Roger's ear, completing his teen model look.
Roger was busy poking the plates of muscle on his chest that he could now call "his" pecs, when in an instant he turned the color of
milk chocolate.
"What da-" his new bass voice rumbled, not as low as the others, but definitely lower than most.
"Welcome to da club. You a muscle brutha now fo sho!" B admired his handiwork.
Roger looked down at himself and couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was black, and so big. He could actually feel the weight of
his new muscles pulling on his frame. And his dick, pulling at his groin. The sensations woke the python and it began to stir. He felt his
face, completely foreign to him now, and noticed the callouses on his hands from countless lifting sessions. He traced the veins snaking
around his forearms, up his biceps and onto his wide shoulders. He looked over his pecs at his legs and saw more huge veins
encasing his quads, going all the way down to his calves.
He was wondering how he would maintain this awesome body when his new identity filled in the gaps. He was now 19 and a top teen
bodybuilding competitor. His brother, Ced had gotten him into lifting when he was young, and he'd fallen in love with it.
Roger looked, confused, at the three smiling hulking bodybuilders in front of him. Then his heritage hit him. All the information was too
much, and Roger closed his eyes.
The information stopped, the changes complete, and Rashad opened his eyes. He immediately snapped into a relaxed pose, displaying
all his new power. He was 4 weeks out from his next competition and his bro and friends were coaching him in posing practice.
Roger was still aware at what happened, but Rashad spoke, "Hey man, thanks for da gif'!" He excitedly ran his hands over his bulging
muscles then ran over to B, grabbed his hand and clasped his other around B's back.
"An big bro! Dis is so weird, but I like it!" he looked over to Ced.
"No worries, man," B walked over to the two brothers. "Welcome to da dark side haha! You got any friends ya want ta bring over?"