Family

Brandon hesitated as he waited outside the gym, he had been putting it off for weeks now but he had finally plucked up the courage to join. While Brandon was in reasonable shape, he wanted a better body and it was obvious that if you wanted a better body then you had to go to the Muscle Monster gym. Every girl that walked in was fit and every guy inside was shredded and heavy with muscle; for that reason Brandon wanted to join but it was also why he was still hanging around at the entrance. Compared to the guys that were going in he was a shrimp, his lack of height and muscle made him feel so small and all the dudes looked so masculine and intimidating Brandon was worried that they wouldn’t even let him sign up. Brandon edged closer to the door and looked at the huge poster in the window; it was a posing picture of a massive bodybuilder, his muscles were massive and he had a cocky grin on his face. Below the confident, muscle stud were the words ‘Become the next muscle monster!’ and Brandon smiled, he wanted so desperately to be like that guy as he finally took the plunge and went into the gym, a trail of green smoke following him.

Brandon marched up to the counter and instantly his confidence faded as he saw the guy behind the desk chatting to a friend. The dude was huge, his biceps were bigger than Brandon’s head, his chest was so wide that he took up much of the counter and Brandon could only imagine that his huge thighs and ass were barely able to sit on the small chair. Brandon was frozen as he marvelled at the giant, muscle bro in front of him, all of his muscles were huge and with him only wearing a small stringer tank top his pecs were basically out for all to see. Brandon looked and saw the blue and yellow tank top had the words ‘Big Muscle Monster’ emblazoned on the front and wondered if he’d receive the same top for registering. It would almost be comical for Brandon to wear something like that compared to the massive jock in front of him.  Brandon jumped a little as he was snapped from his day dream as the jock finally acknowledged him.

“Hey bro, what can I do you for today?” The dude said as a cocky smirk appeared on his face.

Brandon was almost in a daze as he feebly replied “I’m looking to sign up”

“Awesome dude. Well we have a number of packages there’s the gold membership that…”

Brandon didn’t hear anymore as he was hypnotized by the muscle beast in front of him, even watching him move just a little was mesmerising. As the bro moved his arms his biceps would tense and harden showing just how big they really were, as he swivelled to the side to grab pen Brandon could see the hard abs poking out the side of the tiny tank and when he started pointing to the papers in front of him his pectorals would bounce and dance involuntarily. Brandon could feel himself getting hot and nervous the more he was in the presence of such an Adonis, he especially felt weak at the knees when the jock adjusted his sunglasses and did a little pose to show off the results of signing up. Brandon had to focus; he had barely listened to a word the hunk had said and by the time Brandon was paying attention the bro was just finishing off.

“… which offer personal trainer packages for a very reasonable price. So which package can I put you down for?” the jock then lent back and scratched the back of his head pleased with his long pitch. As the jock lifted his arms Brandon got a whiff of the pungent manly odour that was created by such a large muscle bro’s armpit. Brandon almost swooned but quickly pulled himself together as the jock looked at him confused as he waited for an answer. Brandon became anxious and felt himself turning red, he didn’t want to appear rude or act like loser in front of such a hunk. Unaware of any of the details the jock had just relayed to him Brandon panicked.

“Erm, ah, the last one” Brandon blurted out.

“Excellent, the family platinum personal muscle monster package! That will be 750 for the first month and then 500 for each month after. With this exclusive membership you’ll have access to all of us personal trainers here at muscle monster. Welcome to the family!” The Bro said excitably as he began filling in the paper work. 

Brandon jumped with shock a little as he heard the prices he would be paying; he couldn’t afford that even if it did mean he could spend every day at the gym with this jacked bro. Brandon needed to say something, uneasy and embarrassed Brandon almost whispered as he tried to back out of the ludicrously expensive deal. “Errr sorry but, while I would love to be a part of your muscle monster family, I …” But before Brandon could even finished his sentence the trickster had leapt onto the skinny embarrassed boys desires and green smoke encircled Brandon and the muscle monster jock.

When the smoke had finally cleared Brandon was left coughing and blinking the fog from his eyes, once he had recovered he looked over at the jock to see if he was alright. Brandon was terrified as he looked at the muscle beast and saw his eyes glowing green and his cocky smirk was gone but a frightening wide smile had replaced it.

“Come. It’s time you joined the family” The jock said in an unnerving monotone voice, he then stood up and begun to walk towards the back room of the gym. Brandon had no intention of following and wanted to run straight out of the gym, but he soon found out that he did not have control of his body anymore as his tiny body followed the mountain like jock. Brandon couldn’t even enjoy the view of the big, bouncing muscle butt as he followed it out back to a small empty room that would usually be used for paperwork. Brandon was left frozen as the door closed behind him, he wanted to scream for help but instead was left with his mouth closed and twisted into a dumb smile. Brandon was frantic as he tried so hard to escape what was controlling him but nothing he did worked, his body and mouth would not respond to him but they did respond to the jock. “On the floor now”.

Brandon screamed internally as his body moved, following the orders given to it as he moved to the centre of the small room and laid down. Brandon gulped as he looked up at the muscular titan above him, from this perspective he could truly admire and fear the large bulges that covered the jocks body; from his huge pecs to the obvious growing bulge in his loose gym shorts. Brandon normally would have enjoyed being in such a position, he would have described it as heaven when the jock started to remove his clothes but now with no control and no voice it was nightmare. Brandon stared with frightful curiosity as the muscle bro removed his small tank top revealing his chiselled torso and muscle tits, his nose wrinkled as the jock removed his shoes and socks as the rank foot odour filled Brandon’s nostrils and his cock twitched as the jock pulled down his shorts and underwear and let free the fat erect cock that had been straining against the fabric. Brandon wanted to cry out for help, this isn’t what he wanted certainly when he couldn’t move or speak but Brandon could do nothing to stop what was happening to him as the muscle bro began jerking his cock. 

All Brandon could do was look up at the muscle beast with his glowing green eyes as he pumped his cock just inches away from Brandon’ s paralysed face. The only thing Brandon could muster was a whimper as he saw a bead of pre-cum drip from the fat cock above him. The once fantasised and dreamed about scenario was now a living nightmare, frozen in place Brandon was forced to watch and forced to smell the stench of feet, pit stink and the growing stench of sweaty crotch and balls. Brandon tried his hardest to plead with the jock above him but he was focussed on his task at hand as his hand continued to pump faster and faster, Brandon knew it was only a matter of time until the inevitable happened. Brandon was forced to watch the jock jerk his cock for thirteen minutes before the jock started to groan and the pumps became wilder until with a deep, bassy growl the jock’s cock erupted. Ropes of sticky white cum burst out from the fat, sweaty cock and all of it landed directly on Brandon’s helpless face. 

Brandon shrieked but no sound came out of his mouth as large globs of cum landed all over his face, Brandon did nothing as the last drops of the white fluid dripped onto his mouth. Brandon wanted to wipe the warm cum from his face, he wanted to run from the sweaty, muscular jock and he wanted to escape the muscle monster gym but Brandon couldn’t as he remained paralysed. In fact not even with all his frantic struggles and screams could Brandon even move a muscle. Brandon just remained still with the dumb smile on his face even as the jock repositioned himself meaning that his dirty, brown puckered asshole was now inches away from Brandon’s cum covered face. Brandon wanted to cry as he watched the smelly asshole twitch and he heard a rumble in the jocks guts. All Brandon could do was smile while screaming inside his head as a loud, wet spluttering protein fart erupted from the jocks moist asshole. The fart groaned on for nearly a minute the smell of it surrounding the room and making Brandon’s nose burn as he was forced to inhale the stench. By the time the fart had finished Brandon was praying for unconsciousness as the meaty, heavy stink clung to him, however instead of fainting Brandon found his vision seemed distant and his body numb but he still remained awake as his cum covered, fart infused and tortured body got up and made its way out of the room and into the gym. 

For Brandon it like a dream as his body moved around without his control, time seemed to jump and skip as he was only half aware of what his body was doing. Brandon knew he was in the gym and had made his way over to some equipment and within moments his muscles ached and it was as if he had been working out for an hour. Brandon couldn’t focus at all it was as if he was constantly falling asleep and waking up making him disorientated and unable to piece together what had happened before. He could still feel the cum on his face and the smell of fart never once dissipated, but as time passed he felt the cum slowly sink into his face like some kind of kinky, nasty moisturiser. Every few minutes Brandon would return to his body finding himself on a different machine or doing a different exercise, his vision would remain hazy like he was close to blacking out; what’s more his body remained completely numb no matter the exercise. With every return to himself he got a fresh whiff of dirty ass combined with the stench of workout armpit stench. Brandon didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt his vision begin to clear and his body move to the locker room. His body ached and felt unwieldy and awkward, while his head throbbed with pain as if it had been hit with a baseball bat. Brandon tried to focus on what was in front of him as his body moved towards a mirror and positioned him in front of it. Like waking up from a drunk night out Brandon watched as the room slowly stopped spinning and he was finally able to get a look at his reflection and what had happened to him. At first Brandon was confused, he had thought he was facing a mirror but that would have been impossible as the person in front of him wasn’t him. However, Brandon almost fainted as his arm moved and the reflection copied because it meant the bulky, overinflated muscle jock he saw was him.

Instead of a shriek of panic a low groan escaped the gorilla like goon reflection, Brandon was no longer looking at himself but an entirely different person. With a lazy look to the side Brandon could see that it was now night time meaning he had to of spent at least 12 hours at the gym but still that wouldn’t explain the gains he somehow acquired. His clothes had changed to reflect his new physique having turned into tight shorts and a tank top but even they could barely cover his bulging body. His biceps were now bigger than bowling bowls, his chest now had to large overhanging pecs, his stomach now sported an eight pack, his thighs were thick with muscle meaning they now touched and rubbed together, his neck was thick and wide and his ass now was square and hard with muscle. He had the body of a bodybuilder and it had only taken him half a day, however under normal circumstances Brandon would have been thrilled by his new body and muscles, it would have been everything he had ever dreamed of and none of the work. The problem wasn’t with his new jacked body, the problem was that it wasn’t his body anymore because not only had his body changed but so had his face. Brandon wanted to crinkle his face in pity and start to cry but instead it remained still with the same dumb smile. Gone was his blond hair and blue eyes which were now both brown, his button nose had grown and was now large and squat, his jawline was now square and pronounced, his brow larger and more prominent and his mouth now hung open like some dumb moron. Brandon stared at himself, he looked frightening and intimidating now but more importantly he looked like a completely different person.

Brandon studied his face looked and saw a large white glob of cum still on his forehead, his instant reaction was to rub it away but before he had a chance it sunk into his skin and watched as his face changed again. It was only subtle but it had changed as his lips grew a little fatter and his ears a little bigger, it was only as Brandon thought of how the cum had ended up on his face that he realised who his face now resembled. Brandon couldn’t believe it as he looked at his face even more closely, the ears, the eyes, the nose the jawline they were all just like the muscle beast who has assaulted him earlier, and he now looked like his brother. The cum that had been shot so unceremoniously on his face had been absorbed by his body and the DNA had mixed and changed his own so now he reflected an almost copy of the muscle beast he had first encountered at the gym. It was with this realisation that a sharp agonising pain shot through Brandon’s head as new memories fought their way to replace Brandon’s old ones. 

Brandon winced and wept in pain as his entire life up to that point twisted and changed, his family was replaced with people he didn’t recognise and now he had an older brother, one called Ryan who loved the gym. Brandon moaned and tried to fight it but the power was too strong as his past was rewritten, he dropped out of school at 15 his grades not even close to passable, he started going to the gym with his brother. They loved it so much that they went every day, training together, eating together and now living together. Brandon moaned as his life changed in front of him and he was powerless to stop it. His job changed to manual labour at the building site, while he spent every other spare moment at the gym or with his new brother Ryan. As the pain stopped Brandon felt his old self get weaker and weaker as the new, dumb but huge him took more control. It was when his own body raised its leg and let rip the most disgusting, skid mark causing, room clearing protein fart and his own eyes burned at the stench he knew he was never going to be in control again. Brandon wailed as his new body chuckled at the rank fart and enjoyed sniffing it up as if proud of the achievement. 

“Nice one Bro, nearly as bad as mine now” The jock now brother called over before lifting his own leg and adding his own vile stench to the gas in the air. Both men chuckled to each other as they inhaled each other’s farts while Brandon screamed trying to escape his new body and life.

“Good one Ry, I reckon thats a tie! You ready to go?” Brandon's body replied automatically.

“Yep. Let’s get home Don. Mind if I drive?”

“Na bro, lead the way”

Brandon screamed as he once again followed the jock, his brother’s ass and body no longer attractive to Don but instead something to admire and work towards. Brandon wailed at the back of his mind as the two bros got into the car and drove home to their tiny apartment and to Brandon’s new life and family. Both dumb idiots laughing, farting and gassing up the car all the way home, leaving Brandon sobbing and sniffing; a prison in a straight dumb muscle monster family.