REX

 

Randy was born with the genetic make-up of a loser. He was a tiny, freckled ginger that stood out in a crowd . . . but not in a good way. He’d never been on a date and often fantasized what it would be like to be HUGE and MASCULINE. What would it be like to take control and have any man he wanted? It sucked, but he’d given into his fate a long time ago. He’d just masturbate himself to oblivion and be lonely forever.

He was walking home from work (as a telemarketer . . . yeah, cherry on top) when he saw a new costume store. He always loved to role play and figured it would be interesting to pretend to be somebody else for a little bit. Who knows, they might have something cool. Walking in, he began to look through the racks. It wasn’t like any costume store he’d been to before. No masks or fake mustaches or wigs. Just clothes and miscellaneous items. It didn’t make much sense and, just before he could leave, a young man stepped in front of him. He was classically handsome in a three-piece suit and tie. He almost felt like he was from a different time and Randy was instantly smitten. GOD, if he could get a guy like that, but . . .

“I’m glad you came in, Randy,” The guy said with a warm smile and a gorgeous British accent. “My name’s Patrick, and I’ve been expecting you.” He handed Randy a small bag and nodded to one of the dressing rooms.

“But. . .” Randy begun.

“Just try it on for size. It’s on the house.” He motioned to the dressing room a second time and Randy hesitantly entered. Yeah, it was a LOT strange, but he was right, what could it hurt and it was free.

Once in the dressing room, Randy opened the bag, but wasn’t expecting what he found inside. A thick, black leather collar and a large watch. So strange.

Patrick tapped on the door from outside. “Just leave your clothes inside when you’re ready and you can come out and take a look in the mirrors. You’re going to love it!”

Yeah, I’m going to look great in this, Randy thought. Like a freak.

Deflated, he stripped down to reveal his skinny body. He could even see his ribs and glanced down and the two bars he had pierced in his nipples. It was something he did to TRY and seem a little dangerous and sexy, but who was he kidding? Nobody would ever see them. He just wished he could be bigger, one of those huge guys covered in muscle and shaved down head to toe. The kind of guy who would walk through a club completely naked and not give it a second thought. A man worthy of being called MASTER.

Sighing, Randy slid the watch on to his wrist. He was so thin, he didn’t even have to unlatch it, but it felt much different than he expected. It was warm against his skin and he could feel the energy pulsing up his arm, almost as if it was pushing the warmth into his body. Next, he pulled the collar around his neck and latched it. Again, it just hung there and he felt ridiculous. But, it also started to heat up. He felt the heat moving into his body and then something started to happen.

He felt his muscles trembling, his entire body beginning to swell. It was a strange sensation and he bent over, his insides on fire, but it didn’t hurt. It felt powerful and strong. He looked down at his hands and arms. The freckles were disappearing and they were becoming bigger, stronger . . . tan. His red fuzz slid into his skin as he watched his wrists and forearms grow thicker, more muscular until the watch fit perfectly. He then looked down at the rest of his body. His thighs grew thick with muscle, all the hair receding until he was completely smooth, abs stretching across his stomach as his nipple bars fell to the ground as his pecs inflated to perfection, a pair of perfectly soft, tender nipples swelling at their tips.

He then felt his neck growing thicker, the collar now taught around his neck as it made full contact with all of his skin. Energy shot through him and he felt his cock ignite. It grew heavy and hard, his massive hands finding their way to it. It grew beneath his touch, his balls dropping lower, bigger, full and hairless. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt, an invisible orgasm pulsing through his entire body as his head arched back. He fell to the floor and moaned with pleasure. Then, it was over.

Randy, finally stood. Every part of him felt different as he glanced down at his body. This wasn’t him. He was heavy and huge, massive hands and body. He was . . .

“Come on out and take a look,” Patrick called from outside.

Randy felt subconscious of walking out naked at first, but then he realized he wasn’t that tiny, frail ginger anymore. This is what he wanted and he couldn’t wait to see what he looked like . . . who this new version of Randy was.

He opened the door and peered around the corner into the mirror and caught his reflection for the first time. Holy fuck was the only thing that came to mind.

 

He reached up and touched his bald head, peered into his new, commanding eyes. A strong, dominant jawline and his body. His body was thick and cut and shaved from head to toe. This is what he’d always wanted, his glorious new cock at full mast as he reached for those soft nipples and spun them between his strong fingers.

“This is me now?” He asked, his voice deep and rich. He’d have any man he wanted now.

Patrick nodded. “Doesn’t really feel like a Randy anymore, does it?”

Randy shook his head with a sly smile. Reaching down and stroking his dick, he turned to Patrick. “Name’s Rex.” He stepped closer to Patrick, licking his lips. “And I think you might be closing a little early today.” Rex glanced down at his cock, bit his lip and pulled Patrick in for a deep kiss.

Patrick smiled up at his new creation. “I think you’re right,” he said. “But, I might have to take care of something first . . . Master.”

He kneeled, slid his mouth over Rex’s perfect new cock and began to give Rex the first blow job of his life, but Rex new it wouldn’t be his last. This new life, this new body was going to be everything he'd ever dreamed of.

“That’s right,” he whispered, gripping Patrick’s wavy hair and pushing him down harder. “Suck Master’s cock.”