I looked down at my huge biceps, and suddenly realised I had a needle in my arm, and I was injecting myself.
"What the fuck.." I said in a voice much deeper and gruffer then my own. I then looked up at the mirror in front of me. I was sitting on a weight bench, huge dumbbells and weights stacked around me, along with industrial- size tubs of whey protein powder. I examined my body, It was still freakishly muscular, every vein popping up over my body. I also had a roid gut, which bulged out underneath my mountainous pecs, now barely contained by a tank top, with my team logo on it. Around my waist was a big black leather weight lifting belt. I also had black, very worn weight lifting gloves on.
My shoulders were huge, bigger then bowling balls, and equally big biceps. I pulled the needle out, examining where it went it. There were multiple needle marks, even a a bandage around my arm, a couple of specks of blood on the other side. I flexed my colossally thick arms, watching the vein pop out, before standing up for a better look. I was a 6"5 mountain of a man. My legs were so thick and muscular it was hard to move, as they bulged inside my tight XXXL black work out shorts.
Looking closer at my face, It was still my face, except I looked more like a an ogerish brute. My jaw was bigger and squarer with a wide chin, my nose was flatter and thicker too. My hair had started to bald, receeding at the temples into an M shape, also it was now shaved to a vary close buzzcut. My skin was blotchy and red, spreading across my cheeks, shoulders and back. I looked like a total roided out brute.
"Fuck yeah.." i said to myself. Wait, was I liking this?
"Okay" continued Runt "Now your'e an ex linebacker steroid junky"
"Fuck, I'm so big it's hard to move" I said, stroking my prominent roid belly.
"But think how strong you are, I'sn't that hot"
It was. I began to touch my cock through my shorts with one of my big hairy hands. I suddenly realised it had shrunk to a tiny size, along with my balls.
"What happened to my dick?" I said with a scowl.
"That's steroids for ya" replied the imp with a matter-of-fact expression. "But who needs a big cock when you have those guns"
"I don't know..." I said. I looked down, trying to see my tiny dick past my huge pecs and roid gut, but my neck was so thick with muscle, looking down was even difficult.
"Becide's, you bottom all the time anyway now" added Runt with a smirk.
"You made me gay too?"
"Quit wining" he said rolling his eyes. "Let me give you a little mental push, just for a while"
With that everything suddenly went blank, I could still see and hear, but I couldn't react.
"Lets see, lower your IQ... won't be needing that. Reading and writing, don't need to do those anymore... Raise your sex drive... you love to get fucked.. Hmmm, Interests.. Lifting...roids... men... roids... NFL... roids ... football...roids... gym.. roids... gaining... roids... cock!... did I mention roids?"
I blinked back into the room. Suddenly everything was so much simpler.
"Woah... what'dya to me"
"Made you an illitarate sex addict"
"Illi - what? Speak American faggot" I snapped in response.
"I- made- you- stupid!" replied Runt, annunciating every word slowly.
"who ya calling stupid shithead!" I growled in response.
"Really, spell football"
"F... O... T...B...U...uhhhhhh"
The imp gave a cocky smirk.
"Stick to weights and roids, big guy" he quipped.
"Watever..." i huffed. "can't think good when I'm horny" I was gripping my 3 inch hardon inside my shorts. "Ya gonna fuck me or what?"