The next day when David woke up, he didn’t feel as bad as before. So he sucked off another guy – lots of guys
experiment at some point. It’d probably come to nothing but David just chalked it up to one of life’s strange
experiences, at least with a bit more reassurance he was straight. Except that while he’d been thinking about
the experience he’d got a hard-on.
“Fuck,” David exclaimed, he was so hard it hurt. He beat off furiously, so hard that when he came it arced
over his head and into the bedstead. In his exhaustion, he suddenly noticed that his dick felt a bit bigger.
He was puzzled by this, grown men’s dicks didn’t just grow, did they? He got out a ruler, and sure enough he
was nearer 8 inches long now. Not that he was complaining, David actually felt quite smug, until he realised
in his post-orgasmic stupor that this could have been to do with Tony’s promise.
He suddenly remembered the business card, which just had a website address on it. David grabbed his laptop and
went to the page, which said:
‘To a man in need,
By now you’re experiencing the first signs of the change: your dick should have grown about an inch overnight,
and there’s more to come! There are more changes in store over the next few weeks, but most are variable: some
will get more muscular, some fatter, some taller, some shorter, some hairier, some smoother, some will change
race, and there’s probably a load of other possibilities. I haven’t had someone go through the change in the -
same way as someone else yet. I probably never will.
But there’re two things you WILL experience, and I’m sorry, but they’re part and parcel of the whole. First,
if you’re not already, you’re going to turn gay. You’ll probably fight it at first, but it’s inevitable. It
might be the first change, it might be the last, but it will come.
Also, once your change is over, you’ll know because you’ll feel the need to change other men into one of us.
The urge to do this will be stronger than eating or drinking, it’ll be a primal urge, and like other primal
urges you’ll know instinctively how to do it. One change will keep you going for about a month, but after that
you’ll need to change someone else.
Sorry, but enjoy your new life,
Matthias Coren
CEO, The New Man Initiative
PS: fight the ocean and you will drown. Accept that this is who you are now, and everything will be easier’
David was in shock. He wished he’d never even given Tony the time of day now. But from reading the website if
he hadn’t willingly sucked Tony off he probably would have forced himself on him. He didn’t want to be gay, or
make other guys this way – it wasn’t his place. He turned off the computer and tried to clear his head. Over
the next few days he did his normal routine: he went to work and was glad of busy shifts to occupy himself; he
watched crap on TV, anything to keep him busy. He also decided to send a text to all his friends:
‘Sry guys, im sick so cant come out, will let u all no when im better, David’
He could worry about what to tell them later.
David was hopeful though: maybe he’d only imagined his dick being bigger. And maybe he’d subconsciously slid
the ruler further along his shaft to give a false reading, after all what guy didn’t want to have a bigger
dick? No, he reassured himself: of course it wasn’t real. He distracted himself by sitting down with a
crossword: something else his friends made fun of him for (the crosswords would prompt them to call him either
boring or old), but David liked to keep his brain in check. Since leaving college he didn’t have much in the
way of mental stimulation so he’d taken up crosswords to keep his gray matter working. Quickly he lost himself
in the puzzle and forgot about his situation.
But the further he got through the week the less able he was to distract himself from his crotch. He found
himself getting hard much more often than usual – by the end of the week he swore we was spending half his
waking life with a stiffy. Trapping it in his boxers was also becoming much more uncomfortable than normal: it
was torture. While before when David got home from work he would lounge around the apartment in sweats, now he
would shuck his boxers and freeball. He knew this wasn’t like him at all, but he tried to pretend that maybe
all this time without a girlfriend was getting to him more than normal.
David was able to pretend all that week, right up until Friday. He woke up groggily from a deep sleep, and saw
the time on the clock. It took longer than usual for the numbers to come together as an actual time in his
head, there was a one, a three, a two and a one...what did that mean again? Finally his mind snapped back to
reality as he realised it was 21 minutes past 1pm, and that he was late for work by over an hour.
“Shit!” David shouted as he jumped out of bed, rummaging through piles of clothes on his floor for a clean
uniform. He grabbed the pants and yanked those on (no time for boxers today he told himself, just tucking his
hard dick under the waistline), and looked frantically for a shirt. Finally he found one, and tugged it over
his left arm. As he turned to pull it onto his right, he heard an unexpected sound – rrrriiipppppppp.
“Oh God what was that?” David thought, “This shirt’s brand new, how has it ripped already?”
He threw it off, searching for another one, which he found at the bottom of another pile of clothes. This one
was a bit crumpled, and could really have done with an iron, but David had no time so again threw it on, and
again, heard the ripping sound.
“What the fuck!” David shouted, “These fucking shirts, I’m gonna-“
But that was when David saw why the shirts had ripped. He’d been in such a blind rush before he hadn’t
noticed. But poking through the hole in the second shirt was a firm, round bicep. David didn’t believe it at
first: he was almost afraid to touch it, as though it might disappear if he did. But he gingerly put the
fingers of his other hand to it, and felt it flex under his smooth skin.
“Fuck.....” David was in complete shock. There was no use pretending the New Man Initiative was a joke or a
trick any more. This meant his dick probably had grown after all too. He smiled a little as he realised this,
and suddenly his search for his uniforms lost all urgency. He reached for his cellphone and called his
supervisor.
“Hello Mrs Somers? It’s David.”
“David, where the hell have you been? Do you know you’re an hour and a half late for your shift? We’ve been
rammed today as well, it’s been the busiest lunch shift in a long time. You’d better have a good reason!”
“I know Mrs Somers, I’m sorry. I’ve been really sick, I slept straight through my alarm and only just woke up
now.”
“Hmmm. Well, I guess I can’t really blame you for that. Alright David, get well soon. Get a doctor’s note, and
let me know when you’ll be back in.” *click*
“Bitch,” David said. That felt good, he thought, as he smiled and surveyed his room. He never bunked off work,
and figured this was a pretty good day to do it. Actually, thought David, normally he would have gone in
anyway. The shirt would have been a problem, but if he stopped off at Pal-Mart or something on the way he
could have got a bigger size. David may not have liked his job, but he still took pride in doing it well and
being a good employee. He wasn’t sure what had made him stay home today...
David shrugged, and walked over to the bathroom to survey his new body in the mirror. He flexed his biceps
first, giving a big, bold double bi. Fuck he was stunning. His arms, formerly 12 or 13 inchers, had shot in a
week up to 15 or 16 at least, and his shoulders had broadened to accommodate them and his new pecs – bulging
out slightly over his stomach, now ever so slightly ridged. He still had the pants on, and grinned cockily as
he saw how much they hugged his muscular ass. He dropped them though, letting his dick bounce free as he
sighed with relief, and surveyed his more muscular legs. After a few poses, he decided to measure his prick
again, wandering out of the bathroom to find the ruler. Where had he left that again? Oh yes, on the bedside
table. He brought it back into the bathroom, planted it at the base of his dick in the middle of his pubes
and....fuck.
9 and a half inches.
“Fuck me!” David said – he was pretty big before but this was something else. He decided to get some string
and measure his girth, which came out at about 6 inches – not as impressive but he’d always had a bit of a
pencil dick.
After trying more poses and admiring his new muscular body, David realised he had no idea how much time had
passed. He glanced out the window and saw it was dark. David wandered out and checked the time.
“Fuck! How the fuck did it get to after 8pm?!” David was confused, surely he hadn’t been admiring his body for 6 and a half hours? But again he shrugged it off, instead putting on the loosest clothes he had so he could go
to Pal-Mart to get some baggier shirts and pants – much as he liked how the ones he had now hugged his ass, if
he got much bigger he wouldn’t be able to wear those either. And that got him thinking: what was going to
happen for the next few weeks? Maybe the first week would be muscle and dick growth, the week after something
else and so on for the rest of the month? I hope so, I like the size I am now, thought David as he squeezed
one of his biceps and grinned.