Joe rolled a nine. He read the yellow card aloud: “Become the one you have longed to become from so long ago.”
Joe could have been an Abercrombie model. Seriously, he got the offer, but turned them down to go to college. Extremely vain, he spent hours in the Gym, not really building bulk anymore, just sculpting and toning. He spent only slightly more money on hair care and skin care products than on his year round tanning salon membership.
The first wave started at his feet. The muscles and tendons became bigger, better defined, especially as the wave moved up to his calves, which grew as big as most men’s thighs. On up his legs, and to his abs and lower back, started bulging out impossibly, muscles seemed to grow on muscles, his shoulders widened, and chest grew to wider, bigger broader. Joe’s arms became textbook perfect, just much, much bigger, with thick veins running across his biceps.
Alex saw the disproportionate upper body for what it was, an action figure from his youth. “Joe you’re He-Man!” The game found Joe’s real role model. Joe lusted to one day build himself to superhero proportions, and even kept his He-Man action figure when his mother tried throwing out the set when Joe went off to college.
Standing, proud of his new mass, Joe examined it with his eyes and both hands, until he winced, and looked down at his toes again. His deep bronze tan, was turning lighter, and losing its luster, turning into more of a matte plastic color. The toenails disappeared into the uniform tone. By the time the color was halfway up his feet, Joe realized exactly what was happening, he was becoming the plastic He-Man action figure. Oddly, his toes still responded. Leg hairs popped out and floated to the floor Joe was relieved that his limbs were still responding, the change accelerated up under his shorts and up his chest, changing his nipples to the same tone. As it neared his mouth, he took a deep breath, like he was going under water, and as his lips, nose and tongue became plastic, he couldn’t let it out. Joe’s eyes changed, looking painted white and blue, and finally his hair became one black spiky plastic approximation. No individual hairs. Just like a He-Man. Oddly, he could still move everything, as though he were made of flesh. “This is fuckin weird” he said, sounding normal. And then realized, he didn’t inhale at the end of the sentence. In fact, he wasn’t breathing at all.
Matt realized his surprise “He-Man is plastic, he doesn’t breathe.”
“He doesn’t have a dick either” added Alex.
Joe realized that he hadn’t checked under his shorts yet. He grabbed his crotch, and the look on his face told everyone what they needed to know. Joe pulled down his shorts, to reveal a completely smooth front, exactly uniform in color with the rest of his body. No penis, no testicles, no vagina, not even a pee-hole.
“You don’t even have an ass crack!” Doug pointed and laughed at Joe’s new rear.
“He-Man never took shits” reasoned Joe.
Alex walked over, still naked, D-cups bouncing the whole way, and felt Joe’s arm. “Dude, you’re definitely plastic. Wait, don’t move.” Alex grabbed Joe’s arm and rotated it up over his head, and let go. “HA, see it stays.”
Joe laughed with the rest of them. “Just don’t try to pull my head off”
“No, but you should be able to turn it all the way around” added Alex.
The 6’6” He man tried it. “That’s freaky” Joe announced.
Joe played around in his new action figure body. If he didn’t specifically try to move something, it wouldn’t move. No matter what position he sat or stood in, he never tired of it. He finally sat back down, still naked, for he figured he had nothing to cover “Lets finish this so I can get back to normal.”