Alex felt sick to his stomach. How the hell could David do that to him?! But he also felt furious with
himself: why did he allow himself to be tempted by what David had become? He’d gone from a skinny waif to a
muscleman in three weeks, did he not think there’d be some kind of catch for that? Fuck, Alex thought, over
and over again, as he got home and tried to forget about the whole evening. He opened a bottle of scotch – he
was determined to forget about this whole ordeal, one way or another, so he poured himself a large glass and
drained the whole thing. It burned on its way down and Alex gasped, but he quickly felt the scotch’s soothing
warmness flooding him.
He couldn’t bring himself to do anything except drink and think about what this change would mean. David had
said he’d grow into the kind of guy he had become, but he must have been over 300lbs! Alex liked his current
size, he felt 190 suited him and for years he’d just maintained this weight. But if he was going to grow and
it was out of his control...fuck, he’d be a freak! He also couldn’t help thinking about David’s foot-long
cock. That thing was a monster, he couldn’t possibly have been that big before. But Alex smiled as he thought
about the prospect of a bigger dick because he wasn’t exactly well hung at the moment, only about 5 inches. If
he could change one thing about himself it’d be that, so at least there was some silver lining to this whole
mess.
By this point, Alex had got through a quarter of the bottle and things were starting to get a little bit
blurry. He had the presence of mind to refuse himself another drink, instead stumbling into his room to
collapse fully-clothed on the bed. He immediately passed out, and stayed in exactly the same position until
about ten the next day. He opened his eyes, immediately realising his head was pounding, and murmured to
himself, “Thank fuck it’s Saturday,” before getting up to make some coffee.
While the kettle was boiling Alex checked his phone and saw he had a text from David. David.
“Oh fuck,” Alex buried his head in his hands as he remembered what was going to happen to him – it took a lot
of deep breaths not to throw up there and then. But he steeled himself, and read the text:
‘so sorry about last nite, but look at www.newman.biz – text bck when read plz, david’
Alex made his cup of coffee and held it close to his head. Why should he look at whatever David had sent? It
couldn’t possibly be important...could it?
“Fuck,” Alex said as his curiosity got the better of him and he fired up his computer. When he keyed in the
web address he saw the same website David had seen:
‘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-‘
“Holy shit, what?” Alex was shocked. How could it possibly have worked that quickly? He fetched a ruler and
got himself hard, placed it against his base and read the length:
Six inches.
“Hot damn, I guess it does work after all,” said Alex in surprise. When he’d got over the fact that his cock
had grown another inch in one night, he carried on reading:
‘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’
Alex reread the last paragraph about changing others. He couldn’t forgive David, at least not yet, but it
didn’t sound like he had a choice, just like he’d said. Then he had another thought: he was still furious with
David for making him change, but he was the only person he knew who could help him through the change. He
didn’t like it but Alex knew he had to talk to David again, at least so he’d know what to expect of these next
few weeks. Even if no two guys had exactly the same changes David would probably know something to help, so
Alex got showered and dressed and went over to David’s place.
As David opened the door for him Alex could see relief on his face.
“I thought you hated me,” he said as he closed the door behind Alex.
“I kinda do at the moment. But I read your website, and I need to know what’s coming over the next few weeks.
Any help would be good, and you’re the only person I know who’s experienced this freaky shit already.”
David nodded and just stood there, unsure of what to do, so Alex sighed and asked,
“Were the changes only physical then?” David looked at him blankly so he elaborated, “Was it just your body?”
“It was at first I guess, but about a week and a half after I got changed I couldn’t concentrate. Work got
real hard-“
“Work got hard?! You were a waiter, that’s not difficult shit!”
“I just couldn’t remember stuff. And when I had to concentrate, it made my head hurt so I just...didn’t. It
was easier to flex and workout so I did that instead.”
“Fuck...is that going to happen to me?”
“I guess not, Tony says I’m the only guy who’s got dumber, doesn’t sound like it happens much.”
“Hmmm. Anything else?”
“Um...I don’t like red wine any more. I like beer now...don’t like puzzles any more...and I fucking love the
gym,” David said as he lifted his top, “Look at these abs, I’m still so happy I got abs!”
“Terrific,” Alex said. This wasn’t as useful as he’d wanted it to be. David sure had got dumber, he just
wasn’t much use now, “What about the guy who changed you? Can I talk to him?”
“Tony? Sure, we’ll go to the Orange Bar tonight, we always go there.”
“Alright, let me know when and I’ll see you both there,” Alex replied, and left to go back home. But he ended
up driving around aimlessly for a while, thinking about how soon it would be until he stopped being himself
and started being someone else. Before he realised it, he’d driven to the flat of Lana, his most recent...well
she wasn’t his girlfriend...lover? Sounded too romantic, definitely not what either of them wanted.
‘Whatever,’ concluded Alex as he struggled to think of a term for their relationship (fuck-buddy was about as
close as he got). Fuck-buddy was about right as they didn’t do much apart from that whenever they got
together: it occurred to Alex that at one on a Saturday afternoon he had no idea whether or not she’d be at
work. But he needed to see her all the same – for all he knew this could be his last chance to enjoy sex with
a woman and he’d damn well take it with Lana if he could. He rang the doorbell.
“Yeah?” the voice came through the intercom.
“Lana, it’s Alex. Is this a bad time?”
There was silence before the door opened to reveal Lana in a tight green t-shirt and denim hot pants. Her red
hair was worn up in a rough bun, to give the impression she’d just thrown it into that position. She wore
foundation and a hint of blush but her make-up wasn’t too heavy – just enough to show off her flawless
features. She smiled and bit her lip as Alex’s gaze fell to her t-shirt, seeing the nipples from her ample
tits standing through the cloth.
Lana took Alex by the hand and led him inside, closing the door behind them, and immediately started kissing
him intensely. Alex reciprocated while she said in between kisses, “Fuck I’m so glad you showed up.”
Before Alex really knew it they were naked, a whirlwind of clothes left strewn around the apartment. He loved
the feel of her tits against his chest, and as they embraced he slipped on a condom and thrust his hard dick
into her tight pussy, fucking her hard and fast. Before very long Lana started shivering and pushing Alex
away, moaning louder and louder, until finally Alex came, flooding her with his seed.
“Fuck that was good, we should do this again sometime,” Lana joked with a wink. That was their closing line
before one of them left, and it had been for the whole month since they’d first hooked up. More than anything
did Alex want to stay – if he could then he felt that maybe that’d stop the rest of the change occurring. But
he knew he couldn’t, so he played the part he always played: dutifully putting on his clothes and leaving.
‘Well,’ he thought, ‘If that is the last time I have straight sex, at least it was a good one!’. He drove home
and tried to take his mind of things by doing some work: a report that he needed to finish for Monday morning.
Thankfully because it was so in-depth when he next checked the time it was after 7. David had sent him a text
saying to get to the Orange Bar for 9 so Alex had a long shower, had some dinner, dressed up, and left to meet
David and Tony.
On arriving he saw David in a booth with another guy, so he went over to join them. ‘Fuck they’re both
monsters,’ Alex thought as he saw the size of them next to each other. These booths should have seated about
six people: David and Tony took up most of the room themselves. When he got close David rose to meet Alex, and
introduced him to Tony, the muscled, dark-haired man next to him.
“So,” Tony started as Alex sat down, “David tells me he’s changed you. I want you to know I’ve given him a
talking to about that: I was homeless when I was changed and where possible we don’t change anyone we know or
who has any way they could be adversely affected by the experience, like having to change jobs or such. So on
behalf of David, and myself for not being there to help him with his first changing, I’m sorry. How are you
doing though?”
Alex looked up from his drink, staring Tony right in the eyes and said, “Do you know what Tony? I’m fucked
off. I’m fucked off that one of my best friends has changed from a great guy into this dumb gay meathead. I’m
fucked off that I may end up the same way – no offence by the way. And I’m fucked off because I had what might
have been my last straight sex ever today.”
Tony looked apologetic and said, “All I can do is apologise for the situation. There’s no way to undo the
changes or stop them before they really start. But it’s not all bad – your dick’s grown a bit right?” Alex
nodded, then Tony continued with a grin, “You a monster like my boy David here?”
“That’s another thing – what is he even going to do with a dick that big?!”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Tony said as he turned to David, then said to Alex, “A dick’s still fun, whatever
the size. But there’s other stuff too. I promise you’ll like what you become: just be open-minded. I know it’s
hard, but we both came through it fine, so did about twenty others. It’s an adjustment – a big one to be fair,
but you’ll carry on.”
Alex tried to keep a scowl on his face but there was something relaxing about Tony’s manner. He’d really
calmed him down, and he did start to agree: if Alex was going to change he may as well just accept it. Soon,
his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked:
“So am I going to be as much of a monster as you two?” Alex asked.
“There’s no way to know but to experience it Alex – I grew from a waif to being this big in three weeks, David
grew to bigger than me obviously, he’s beaten me by about thirty pounds. But not all guys get more muscular –
some put on fat, either instead of muscle or as well as it. Some guys change race, some change height. If you
don’t want to be dumb like this fucker,” Tony motioned to David who was staring at some guy’s ass, “I can tell
you that’s quite unlikely, he’s the only guy who’s got dumber. Hell, you might get smarter or anything else
for that matter. Tell you what though, take my number and let me know what goes on, if you’ve got any
questions or problems or whatever.”
Alex took it, and decided to excuse himself, but just as he was getting up Tony stopped him, saying, “Actually
Alex, I’ve had a thought. It’s really hard for any guy changing this way, and I thought it might be easier if
you had someone else to rely on for this time. I want you to stay with David.”
“What?” Alex exclaimed. He wasn’t sure if he could handle being around this huge man for nearly a month – a
man who used to be his friend but was now someone...else.
“I just think it’s going to be easier for you. Based on our experiences your body’s going to change markedly
and quickly, so you might need someone to buy you clothes or help out in other ways. David,” Tony said, and
David broke his gaze at the guy’s ass to look at Tony, “Take Alex home with you, he’s staying with you until
he’s finished changing.”
David nodded and lead Alex to his car to drive them both home. On the way Alex couldn’t help marvelling at his
friend’s new stature. At very nearly 300lbs David had grown to colossal size in a few short weeks, with big
heavy pecs, bulging biceps, enormous traps and lats, and abs that were so ridged you could see them through
his t-shirt. His face looked like the David he knew but...different somehow, as though he’d been airbrushed.
His short hair had been allowed to grow out a bit and it was messed up in a stylish way.
When they arrived back at David’s apartment, he showed Alex in and offered him the spare room.
“I’m glad you’re staying here Alex. And...I’m sorry again,” David said with a sad look on his face. He
obviously regretted changing him, but Alex couldn’t bring himself to forgive him yet. So he nodded soberly and
went into his room, crashing out on the bed and not moving for a full twelve hours.