On his way to work in the mornings, Ben had often ogled at the guys working at the construction sites. Big, bearded, burly, beefy, some bellied, cigar smokin' men with muscle shirts and deep, gruff voices. "If only..." Ben thought. He clicked on the option "Your a construction worker" and sat back.
In an instant, Ben felt as if a thousand ants were crawling on his skin. He looked down to see hair growing at an incredibly fast rate. Soon his arms, his hands, his chest, his belly and the bush around his rod were thick with dark, dense hair. He strached at his face as his beard filled in on his cheeks, jaw and neck. He could feel the muscles in his neck and shoulder thicken and expand, his belly inflate and his biceps bulge. Speaking of bulges, his package was filling-out nicely too. 6"...7"...8"...9" soft (!)
"WHOA", Ben said, in an almost basso, rumbling voice. "What da fuck is happenin' ta me?" I knows how to swing a hamma, hang a sash and shit!" "I'm a construction woiker" As he said that, he saw that he had an Excalibur #1 maduro smoldering in his right hand (or should he say "paw"). He brought the stick to his mouth and clamped it in his jaw. He drew in the rich, hot, dense cigar smoke into his mouth and lungs. It tasted good! It felt natural! After all, he was "Burly" Ben...the construction "woiker" now. He was going to be late gettin down to the site if he didn't hurry. He could finish the cigar on the job with the rest of his buds...