Joey

‘Finally,’ Joey thought hopefully as he held up the vial of clear liquid. He peered inside, catching iridescent glimmers as the contents of the vial swirled. Using his genius intellect, Joey had uncovered the mysteries of the human body. Sure, these discoveries could be used to cure terminal illnesses and perhaps even prolong life, but he had a more selfish motive in developing his serum. You see, Joey was scrawny, to put bluntly. ‘Puny,’ he thought as he examined his shirtless body in the mirror. At 5’3” and 110 pounds, he looked like a small toddler compared to some of his fellow sixteen-year-olds that populated his school. The only features on his smooth, ultra-pale torso were his ribs poking through beneath his sunken chest. Despite his best efforts, he always looked slightly malnourished and finally decided this summer to harness the power of his brain to change that. Joey recalled the glances he’d stolen of Bryce Henderson in the locker room last year. The 6’2” 200 and something pound stud was the pinnacle of masculinity at the high school, his movie-star looks and aesthetic physique making him instantly popular even as a freshman. ‘I’ll make him tremble if this goes according to plan,’ Joey thought as he opened the vial.

“Here goes nothing,” he said to himself. After a deep breath, he tossed the liquid back, a little surprised that it tasted like maple syrup.

And then…

Nothing happened....

For about ten seconds.

Then Joey felt it. Well, he felt everything. Eyes closed, he gasped in the ecstatic pleasure of feeling every single cell of his body now under his complete control. The sensation was indescribable and overwhelming. He’d never felt so powerful. He opened his eyes, looking at the same body in the mirror but with an uncharacteristically cocky smirk on his delicate face, fully knowing things were about to change. Joey took a deep breath, savoring this moment. Then, without any perceptible effort, he grew. Ever the scientist, he decided to change only one thing at a time, and his height was number one on the list. Warm tingles danced across his body as his bones stretched. ‘It’s all so simple. Like breathing!’ he thought as he grew three inches. He resisted the temptation to get any taller for the time being. He had more exploring to do, and he’d need new clothes before he got any bigger. Speaking of…

“Let’s do something about that as well,” Joey said aloud, running his hand over his lanky body. Instantly, he filled out a little, adding about 15 pounds of pure muscle to his frame. Fully clothed, one would hardly take notice, but Joey marvelled at the new bulges and lines of his improved body. One thing he’d been naturally blessed with is smooth, blemish-free skin, and he now looked like a statue; what he once thought was a sickly pale complexion now shone like alabaster on his small muscles. “Fuck…” he moaned, throwing some clumsy poses in the mirror, imitating the countless models and athletes he’d jerked over so many times. His cock throbbed at the thought of surpassing them in size and beauty. He palmed his bulge with a newly enlarged hand, feeling it grow as the sensation of power overwhelmed him. ‘I’ll blow them all away…’ he thought as he stroked his cock, willing it to grow. It stopped just short of 9 inches hard before unleashing the biggest load Joey had ever produced, splattering the mirror with cum. Joey was able to feel the pure bliss of that orgasm from his head to his toes. He stood there for a moment, panting, luxuriating in the afterglow. After catching his breath, he turned to the mirror.

“Hmm… one more thing,” he said to himself. With just a thought, he watched as his face changed ever so slightly. His formerly round, almost feminie face became noticeably more angular and manly. His jawline grew more defined and his eyes shone in their full, hazel beauty. Joey ran a hand through his hair, leaving it thick and shiny. He smiled at the reflection, his cock already throbbing again.

“I’ve got to get going before I take things too far,” he said with a chuckle. Joey dressed himself in most oversized clothing, noticing the way even his baggiest items clung to his bigger, more muscled body. ‘I’m a growing boy,’ Joey thought with a smirk as he left his house, ‘and a growing boy needs clothes to grow into.’ Joey headed toward the clothing store where he knew one Bryce Henderson was working.

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Before getting out of his car, Joey adjusted his glasses in the mirror. Of course, he could give himself better than perfect eyesight with a thought, but he admittedly liked the disparity of the nerdy vibe his glasses gave him and what was soon-to-be a herculean physique below. From his car, he could see Bryce at the counter of the empty store. ‘Perfect,’ he thought as he left the car.

Bryce stood up as he heard the bell ring, snapping him out of a day dream. It’d been a pretty slow day so far, and he was just excited to talk to another human. ‘Hey is that little Joey?’ he thought as Joey strode into the store. ‘Still pretty small but it looks like puberty is finally hitting the guy,’ Bryce continued to size him up, but it was hard to tell what he was hiding under the baggy clothes.

“Hey! Joey right?” Bryce greeted him with a smile.

“Oh… u-uh yeah…” Joey was a little caught off guard. He had no idea the most handsome and popular guy in school actually knew his name. “Uhh Bryce?” He replied, trying to play it off like he didn’t think about Bryce every other minute.

“Yeah man! What can I do for you? Your summer going ok?” Bryce asked with a genuine smile. ‘Damn Bryce was a great hire for this place. He’s probably a killer salesman with that grin,’ Joey thought as he admired Bryce’s dimpled smile and white-blond hair.

“Oh, yeah things are going… great actually! I guess I’m here for some new workout gear,” said Joey, looking out across the store.

“So you got bit by the iron bug over the summer? I can kinda tell, man. You look bigger.” At this, Bryce placed a hand on Joey's shoulder to feel a surprising hard delt. ‘Damn, he really must be working out,’ Bryce thought as he gave the shoulder a slight squeeze, trying to confirm what he was feeling. Joey buzzed at the contact. The genuine surprise on Bryce’s face brought out Joey’s cockiness again. Joey adjusted his vocal chords, willing for himself an imperceptibly deeper voice that would subconsciously arouse Bryce.

“Yeah totally,” Joey returned with a grin of his own, surprised at his new sexy voice. “I’ve been eating and lifting like crazy and it’s definitely time for a wardrobe upgrade” Joey felt a heady rush as he talked with the top jock of the school this easily. He felt his shoulders square and chest puff out at little as he reveled in the manly banter.

“W-well let’s check out what we’ve got for you,” Bryce faltered a little. He couldn't’ pace it but something had changed. The sound of Joey’s voice was like music to his ears and he felt a pleasant heat centered around his crotch. ‘What the fuck? Gotta focus,’ Bryce thought as he turned to lead Joey to the men’s section. Joey could tell he was already having the desired effect on him. He followed Bryce, pumping himself up by just five pounds.

“Alright bro,” Bryce gestured at some racks in full sales mode, “here’s our athletic wear. We’ve got pretty standard sweat-wicking stuff, microfiber, and—my personal favorite—compression gear.” Bryce winked and bounced his pecs a few times, the mounds of muscle clearly visible under his tight polo. Joey’s eyes widened at the display and he arched his brow flirtatiously.

“I guess I’ll try it all on, man” he said with all the suggestiveness he could muster.

“A-alright then, lemme just pull some stuff for you to start.” Bryce quickly turned around and started sorting through the pieces. “You’re probably a small yeah?” he asked Joey, trying to disguise how flustered that one sentence had made him. ‘What is going on? How can this little GUY be turning me on?’

“Oh I guess for now I’m a small,” Joey said coyly, “but I definitely plan on getting much, much bigger.” With Bryce turned around, Joey allowed himself a moment of indulgence, flexing his new muscles underneath his loose clothing. Bryce turned around with a pile of clothing in his big arms.

“Here ya go! I threw in a couple mediums so you can see the fit. Changing rooms are behind you. I umm… I can help you decide, ya know… tell you what I think looks good on you?” The usually confident jock had never felt so flustered. ‘What the hell am I doing offering this nerd fashion advice?’ Joey could clearly see the swirl of emotions on Bryce’s face.

“Thanks, bro,” he said, briefly placing a hand on the jock’s muscular arm, “I appreciate it!” Joey grabbed the clothes from Bryce and quickly entered the changing stall, leaving Bryce standing there with a half-hard cock, a warm tingle where Joey had touched him.

Once in the stall, Joey ripped off his clothes and shoes, admiring his body in the full length mirror. ‘Damn, I’ve pretty much already seduced this stud and I’ve so much room left for growth.’ At that last word, Joey closed his eyes and shot up another two inches while simultaneously packing on another 20 pounds of muscle. He opened his eyes to see a total teen gym rat, 5’8” and a lean and dense 150 pounds. His pecs had an unmistakable swell and he had a clearly visible six pack. Joey picked out a sleeveless compression top, sliding it onto his beefier body. A pair of mid-high shorts showed off his thick legs. ‘Fuck, I look… perfect,’ Joey though as he twisted and turned int he mirror. It was true, he filled out the clothes perfectly, not obscenely tight, but absolutely showing off his new body. As a finishing touch, he sculpted his face a little, increasing the masculine lines and angles, and smoothed out his skin even more, leaving it looking like the finest silk.

“Whaddya think?” Joey came out from the changing stall with his muscled arms spread out, Slightly exposing his armpits. Joey commanded his body to produce pheromones, further heightening the tension in the room.

“Oh w-wow Joey, you… you look… awesome!” Bryce said in unfiltered admiration. ‘Is he… taller…?’ “Damn those baggy clothes really hide your gains man.” Joey drank in the praise as he turned around. He raised himself up on his toes and gently shifted his weight back and forth, flexing his impressive legs.

“You think so? I don’t want to look like a dweeb at the gym…” he said innocently.

“You definitely don’t look like a dweeb, dude,” Bryce said seriously. He admired the lines and curves of Joey’s muscles, totally entranced. “You’re super shredded....”

“Thanks Bryce,” Joey said, turning around and approaching Bryce, his bare feet padding on the tile floor. He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “I think I might need this in the next size up, but I wanna try on some more stuff before making any decisions, yeah?”

“Uhh … o-okay. Sounds good, man” Bryce eked out, almost swooning from the casually intimate moment. He couldn’t believe that he felt like crumbling in front of this guy that was four inches shorter and probably 50 pounds lighter than him. Joey gave him a pat on the shoulder with a surprisingly big hand, and turned around to go back in the stall. Bryce watched mesmerized as his high and tight ass bunched, while his big legs rippled.

Back in the changing stall, Joey took a moment to just revel in the power he was exerting over the formerly confident stud. ‘Time for the grand finale,’ he thought wickedly. He disrobed completely before putting on a pair of black compression leggings and a dark blue long sleeve compression top. The clothes fit him loosely… but not for long. He stood in front of the mirror and concentrated. Once again, he began to grow, packing on more shredded mass and gaining more inches in height. He stopped at an even 6’ and 200 fat-free pounds. Undeniably a muscle stud. He stretched the tight spandex to it’s limit, looking every bit like a powerful superhero. Joey flexed and bounced his massive pecs, watching the striations play across the mountains of muscle, veins visible even through the material. He ran his huge hands over his enormous thighs, admiring the way the lobes of his calves stretched through the leggings. WIth another deep breath, he watched his face cross the line from merely handsome to utterly ethereal. His skin shone like marble and his musculine jaw was now decorated with a hint of manly stubble. His thick honey brown hair took on luster that even the most edited hair commercial couldn’t hope to achieve. His six-inch, semi-hard cock throbbed obscenely through the leggings, already leaking precum. He opened the stall door and sauntered out.

“Hey Bryce,” Joey said in an unmistakably deeper voice, “I’ll definitely need everything in large, maybe extra-large.” His resonant baritone went straight to Bryce’s balls, and he turned around to see Joey’s unbelievable body.

“H-Holy… shit.. J-j-joey… how…” he was speechless. Obviously, Joey couldn’t really pretend he didn’t notice what was going on, but Bryce was so dumbfounded that he felt he could get away with it for a little longer.

“Guess I’m growing faster than I thought huh?” he said with a knowing smirk on his achingly beautiful face. Bryce almost fell to his knees as Joey walked up to him, his pillar-like legs rippling ferociously underneath the skin-tight material. “I think I might need some help getting out of these. Gimme a hand?” Joey asked with a mock pout, raising his arms as if to say ‘Well, what are you waiting for?’

Bryce was lost in a haze of lust. His rock-hard dick was clearly visible through his slacks as he almost mindlessly brought his hands up to Joey’s steel hard torso. The top was plastered on and it was actually a bit of struggle getting it off. He couldn’t help but run his hands over the perfect body before him. Eight pack abs, giant pecs, cannonball shoulders. Even though Joey was technically shorter than him, his proportions were insane. Joey gently took Bryce’s hand and guided it to his growing bulge. Bryce understood and got on his knees, peeling the light leggings off. Joey’s thick cock slapped against his abs, flicking precum on a worshipful Bryce.

“Get up,” Joey said gently. Bryce obeyed and was met with a mind-shattering kiss from the perfect stud. He was initially shocked, having never kissed a man, but quickly returned it with equal passion, each passing second the most erotic moment of his life. Joey broke the kiss and effortlessly ripped Bryce’s clothes off, revealing what used to be the most impressive body in school. With total ease, he lifted up Bryce, palming his muscular ass before sliding his hard now-12-inch cock straight into the tight jock hole. Bryce groaned loudly in ecstatic pain and pleasure, barely able to comprehend the sensations that filled his being. Joey began jacking his cock with Bryce, using him like a fleshlight, his deep moans practically rattling the windows of the store. Bryce shot an impressive load quickly, his body going limp as he drifted in and out of consciousness. After twenty minutes of continuous thrusting where Joey didn’t waver once, he finally reached an earth-shaking climax, flooding Bryce with cum. With Joey still lodged inside Bryce, they made out tenderly, Joey still easily holding him up. After a few minutes, Joey broke the kiss. He fixed Bryce with his luminous eyes and gently stroked his cheek.

“I know I’m new at this, but I think I could give you some pointers in the gym,” he said with a devastating smile. Bryce was broken out of his sex-reverie, puzzled at the comment for a second. Joey brought a hand up to Bryce’s solid chest, where he felt a warm tingle. Then Bryce started to grow.