Chad had a new purpose. He was coating on Jim's body. From his up close and personal position, Chad was
disgusted at how below his potential Jim's body was. As he studied Jim's legs, Jim found his legs
straightening out. Then as Chad focused on Jim's torso, Jim found his body straightening out and straining
against his seat belt. He pulled over and jumped out of the car. Chad's examination of Jim's body continued
with his glutes being squeezed and spread. Then his arms and pecs were forced to flex. Then as Jim moaned, the
Chad suit focused on Jim's nipples twisting them. Chad knew what he had to do. Jim stumbled backwards into
the bushes as his muscles all began to twitch. He writhed in pain as his body began to grow and change. He
passed out at one point. When he finally woke up, he stood and brushed the leaves off himself. His muscles
felt rock hard, and the top three buttons on his shirt had popped off. He was really buffed out. When he sat
down in his driver's seat, he heard the seam on the seat of his jeans rip. He had really grown. He raced home
to check himself out.
Jim was thrilled as posed in front of his mirror. He could see every detail of his buffed out body under the
rubber suit that covered him from the neck down, except for the smooth bulge at his crotch. He ran his hand
over the smooth hard bulge and wonder what Chad was doing to him down there. He felt super horny. He rubbed
the hard bulge but couldn't feel his hand through the heavy rubber shell at all. But damn he did look hot. It
took him a while to find some oversize sweats that he could wear without ripping them.
He decided to go show off his buff body at the bar instead of looking up the details on the rubber suit. HIt
was after his fifth beer that he realized he was going to have trouble using the john, if he couldn't remove
the rubber suit. But since he didn't have to go, he sort of forgot about it. He ordered another beer.
His seventh beer was delivered compliments of a twinkie looking guy who couldn't take his eyes off Jim's
chest. He pressed his arm against Jim's arm as he pushed another twink away from Jim. Jim had been hoping to
attract some girls with his new buff bod, but guys would do. He just wanted muscle worshipers to fawn over
him.
"Thanks for the beer," Jim said.
"No problem stud, I swear your chest seems to be getting bigger while I am looking at it."
Damn, Jim realized, the twink was right. His loose sweat shirt now seemed to be painted on his chest. Chad
was still making him buffer.
Three more beers later, Jim found himself feeling strangely woozy.