"I'm Straight"

[April request: young bodybuilder gets cursed when he rejects an older bodybuilder's advances]

Ethan paused his pre-show pump up--at that moment, curling bands to get some blood in his massive arms--as his coach, Wallace, walked a half-revolution around him, assessing his physique before his onstage debut.

“Damn, son,” Wallace said, chomping on some gum. “That diuretic worked like magic.” It was undeniable: Ethan’s body looked shrink-wrapped, his skin paper-thin against his huge, vascular physique. “You carb up already?”

Ethan nodded and salivated, remembering the 200 grams of sweet potatoes he had enjoyed after 14 weeks of restricting carbs. While the diuretic had worked overnight, pumping the fluid from his body to make it look even tighter and leaner, the last-minute carbohydrates were making his muscles plump up. He’d been an impressive package the day before--5’9” tall, 240 pounds of solid hard-forged brawn--but as he admired his reflection in the mirror, the only word that came to mind was “godlike.”

While hitting a few poses, Ethan couldn’t help but see another set of eyes, in addition to his coach’s, locked onto his body. Behind him, an older bodybuilder was fixated on him. Backstage at a bodybuilding show, fully-clothed bodies were in the minority. Ethan wore only his slim-cut silver posing trunks, looking even skimpier draped around his massive hips and huge glutes. Twenty feet away, six equally massive men were totally nude except for a little sock, getting blasted by the icy spray tan guns. This wasn’t the place for modesty, but the hunger in the older bodybuilder’s gaze made Ethan feel desperate to cover up. He shrugged it off, trying to get back into his competitive mindset before his bodybuilding debut.

“Pump up the pecs,” Wallace added before walking away. “I think you’re on in 15.” No sooner had Wallace walked away than the older bodybuilder approached, as if he’d been waiting for his moment to approach.

Ethan clutched the cables tightly, bringing his fists together at chin-level to pump up his upper chest. Ignoring the attention didn’t help; the older gentleman--about six inches taller than Ethan with bright orange posing trunks and wisps of grey in his faux-hawk--tapped him on the shoulder. With a sigh, Ethan turned to the man, his eye level at the man’s well-built upper chest.

“I gotta say, seeing you there,” Ethan’s admirer began, sliding his thumbs along the straps of his neon posing trunks, “makes me want to quit this whole contest entirely. You’re a shoo-in for the overall.”

Ethan feigned a smile. “Thanks, man. It’s my first show, so I’m just trying to bring my best conditioning to the stage.”

“I’m Larkin,” the taller man said, extending his hand. “First show? I’m blown away. What are you, 25?”

“22,” Ethan said, unhappy about sharing any of his personal information with this guy, whose leering had grown hungrier the longer he stood there.

“Wow!” beamed Larkin, shifting his own well-built hips back and forth, his fingertips gently grazing his abs. Ethan tried to ignore Larkin’s subtle flirting, focusing on his own rising and falling pectorals as he continued to pump. Larkin kept on: “I’ve been competing for 20 years, but you… good god, man, you’re the next bodybuilding superstar in the making! Champion genetics over here. I’m glad I’m not competing against you!”

“Thanks,” Ethan said, casually bending at the waist to snatch his earbuds from the floor. He popped them in, threw Larkin a smile, then went back to what he was doing. Larkin just nodded, gave Ethan’s body another top-to-bottom scan, then backed away.

Wallace returned for a moment, giving Ethan a tap on the shoulder. “Lose the earbuds,” he chided. “You don’t want to miss when it’s your time onstage.”

Ethan took a breath, about to explain the Larkin debacle, but decided instead to just let it go. He had a competition to focus on.

A woman with a headset and a clipboard walked around the dozens of poser-clad bodybuilders, shouting, “Open heavyweights, onstage in ten minutes!” That was Ethan’s cue. He took one last look at his body--he looked wide as a tank, a rock-solid pile of perfectly symmetrical, dense muscle--and hit a most muscular pose for his own enjoyment. Good god, he’d never felt more confident in his form in his life! This competition was his to take.

“Holy shit,” Larkin said, suddenly appearing at the end of Ethan’s pose. “The crowd is gonna go wild when they see that move!” Ethan gave Larkin a perfunctory smile and started to step away but Larkin pressed on: “Y’know, after you win this whole damned thing, why don’t you celebrate with me? I usually get pizza and donuts after a win. There’s this place around the corner--”

“Hey, man,” Ethan said, taking a deep breath. He was no stranger to the affections of others--he was easily the biggest man at his gym, and caught the stares of both genders daily--and had let down interested men in the past. Since he wanted this over with, he kept things succinct: “I’m straight.”

Larkin tilted his head to the side, raising and eyebrow. “Hunh,” he said. “Well then. I don’t know why that means I can’t praise your physique, but hey, I’ll leave you alone.”

As nearly nude muscular men shuffled around him, ready to head out to the judges, Ethan felt a flash of remorse. He could have handled that a little better, he knew. Maybe it was the pre-show jitters, maybe it was the fact that he felt depleted after months of aggressive dieting, but he hadn’t meant to be so cold to Larkin. He took a deep breath and turned back to the big man with a softer expression on his face.

“Look,” Ethan began, holding his arms out as a sign of contrition. “That came out wrong. What I should have said was… thanks for the support, but I’m just trying to focus on the show.”

“No biggie,” Larkin said with a wink. “You stay focused. I’ll stay out of your way.”

“No, really,” Ethan continued. “I’m not some prima donna who thinks he’s better than anyone else. I guess I just misread the signals I was getting. We’re all a little foggy-headed.” The good-looking young man flashed a smile, running a thumb along his chiseled jaw.

Larkin pondered what the young bodybuilder was saying before a smile appeared on his face. The expression was anything but warm, however; Larkin’s eyes had a hint of mania in them, making him seem maniacal for a moment. “Oh, we’re all good, buddy.” In a move that shocked Ethan, Larkin reached out and hooked a finger into one of Ethan’s posing straps, giving it a twang while darting his tongue like a snake. “Can’t wait to see you blow the crowd away!”

The move gave Ethan a chill, but he didn’t want to linger on the strange interaction. He had said his piece, and it was time to move on. He sauntered toward the stage, about to take his place amongst the other competitors in his division. He paused for just a moment to give his physique one last look, but something caught his eye.

Something looked wrong--he looked different than minutes before, although he couldn’t put his finger on his. Were his pecs a little extra pumped up? Maybe he should do some lateral raises to give his delts a little extra size. But as he reached down for his dumbbells, he felt his pecs jump and twitch on there own. He let out a moan as they started to inflate, like tires, doubling in size in seconds.

“The fuck--” Ethan gasped as his pecs blew up bigger and bigger, looking ridiculous against the rest of his already-huge body. The sheer weight of the pec meat pulled him forward; he could feel his lower back muscles struggling to keep him upright as a shelf of chest muscle expanded so deep and wide that Ethan couldn’t even see his feet anymore! In the mirror, he saw giant, overgrown muscletits where his perfectly shaped pecs had been. He glanced around, bewildered; why was no one else reacting to this?

“Oh, jeez--” he gasped as he nipples suddenly lit up, each of them tingling like a tiny mouth was slurping on it. In the mirror he saw the source of the sensation: his little button-sized nipples were expanding to fit the size of his titanic jugs. When it was over, he saw thumb-sized protrusions, rock-hard and tingling like crazy, on his big melons. He reached forward to feel the new growths but his chest was so massive, he couldn’t even get his hands all the way to the front of them.

Before the new weight tipped him over, he felt a similar tingle on his backside. “Oh, god, no,” he pleaded as his glutes started to expand. Other competitors walked by, oblivious to the morphing athlete, as Ethan’s glutes blew up thicker and wider, pulsing and twitching as they tripled in size. He reached back to put a hand on his new unbelievable caboose, shocked at how small his hands looked on the now massive buttocks. His silver posing trunks disappeared between the enormous cakes, swallowed up by their incredible girth.

Ethan took a step and whimpered as he felt his new chest and ass jiggling with every movement. His center of gravity was way off, and he felt at least twice as thick as he’d been before. He wouldn’t fit in most chairs anymore, and he’d be buying two seats on planes from now on (if he could even squeeze his massive chest behind the seat in front of him). How the hell was he going to fit all of this in his car to drive home?

The changes weren’t finished: Ethan’s good-sized cock, tightly ensnared in his silver trunks, lit up with a pleasant warmth before the impressive bulge started to melt away. As it shrank down, it was also stiffening up. Ethan couldn’t decide what was more shocking: that his good-sized meat was dwindling down to a two-inch nub, or that it was getting rock-hard in the process! The posing trunks adjusted to fit the new acorn-sized bulge, showing everyone in the room just how tiny Ethan’s endowment was.

In the mirror was a scene from Ethan’s nightmares: a ridiculously roided out freak with such massive tits and ass that he looked like cheap whore from some gay porn. Something about the scene made his skin-tingle, and he gasped as he felt his tiny cock twitch and spurt out a few drops--he moaned as he realized he was cumming! At least, this was what cumming was for him now. Ethan winced as he saw a tiny wet spot form on the slip of silver material his trunks had shrunk into.

“Girl, you better get that big behind on stage and be ready to work!” Wallace said, giving Ethan’s gigantic ass a slap. Ethan moaned and shuddered at the contact, shocked at how amazing it felt.

“Wallace, something’s… something’s wrong!” Ethan pleaded, but Wallace just raised an eyebrow.

“I told you before, I’m not giving you any molly until after the competition. I can’t have you all drugged up onstage. You sure are a needy little bitch sometimes. If you weren’t such a roid-stallion I wouldn’t put up with it, y’know.”

Roid-stallion? Why wasn’t Wallace losing his mind about the twisted monstrosity Ethan’s body had become? Ethan’s coach gave him a shove toward the stage and the freakish bodybuilder waddled out, encumbered by all his extra muscle and shivering as a cool breeze passed over his incredibly sensitive nipples and little dicklet. At that moment he caught a glimpse of Larkin, leering at him from a distance. Of course! Larkin had done this to him! Ethan took a breath and prepared to charge at the older bodybuilder, but Larkin winked--and something inside Ethan snapped. He knew this was wrong, this wasn’t his body, but it was like he was suddenly a prisoner as he went into auto-pilot. A creepy smile formed on Ethan’s face, contrasting with his panicked eyes, but the massive body drew itself up to his full height and waddled out onstage with a sensuous side-to-side gait.

Fuck! The audience was packed, and as soon as Ethan’s overblown body bounced out before them, they went wild with a blend of laughter and cheering. Ethan was shocked as he found himself blowing a kiss to the crowd--what the hell was going on? He wanted to run, but he was just along for the ride.

As the judges called out the mandatory poses, Ethan found himself jiggling his own pecs and turning around to waggle his big ass to the audiences delight. He was horrified to find his own fingers running up and down his incredibly deep crack, flexing each glute alternately as he did so. Then, he extended those fingers to the competitor next to him to share the scent. Ethan could see the judges scowling and rolling their eyes, but instead of apologizing like he desperately wanted to do, he started dancing seductively, grabbing as much of his pecs as he could hold and jiggling them like a stripper as he dropped his ass so low it touched the floor, then rose to his height.

“Disqualified!” shouted a judge pointing right at Ethan. No! This was his debut! He was supposed to win! But he just blew another kiss to the crowd and waddled away, pawing at his little nub-dick as he went along. Despite his horror, he couldn't deny the physical ecstasy--he’d never been so turned on in his life, and just showing off his freakish body was better than the best sex of his life.

“Once a whore, always a whore, right?” Wallace said, rolling his eyes as Ethan stepped off stage. “I’m not surprised. Waste of the registration fees, if you ask me. You’d better hope somebody in that crowd wants to hire you for a private show or something!”

“Oh, they all want a piece of this,” Ethan said, slapping his own ass--while inside, he silently screamed, “No! This isn’t me! Something happened to my body! Please help me!”

Larkin sauntered up to the hypermuscular young man and nodded approvingly at the changes. “Look at you, fucking roid-whale. What are you, 300 pounds now?”

“340!” Ethan said proudly, licking his lips. Fuck, how did he know that? That was a hundred pounds too much--all of it in his pecs and ass!

“I don’t think this audience truly appreciates a body like yours, but I know someone who does…”

“How about I take you up on that offer for post-competition bingeing? I’m in the mood to swallow some sausage,” Ethan said, his eyes sinking hungrily to the big bulge in Larkin’s orange posers.

Larkin gave his packed posers a jiggle, delighting as Ethan’s whole body twitched. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were straight?” he teased. “Now that you’re out of the way, I’m gonna go win this competition. We’ll see if I’m in the mood to give that ass what it deserves later on.”

Ethan moaned and twitched his pecs, desperate for some friction against his sensitive nipples. He knew this was wrong, but there was nothing he could do--his old self was tumbling deeper and deeper as his new identity asserted itself, and he knew this cock-hungry muscle-freak was going to be his new life.