Build a Boyfriend Workshop

“Finally,” Trent breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the box containing his build a boyfriend box finally showed up. He couldn’t believe how hard it was to get one of these. The second he saw the commercial, he’d placed his order. But then there was all kinds of delays and accidents. Apparently some people had been complaining about some of the ingredients expiring and their boyfriends weren’t what they had cooked up. Trent didn’t care. As long as he was finally able to have his perfect little sub he’d always wanted.

Trent tossed the box aside, ignoring that the just how beat up his box looked. All he wanted was to finally get started. He cleared off his table and set the box up. The first thing he had to do was create the body. “Simple. Two legs, two arms, head, torso, and dick,” he made sure to make it nice and small. Trent was only about 5 inches but he pretended to be far larger. He used to be closer to 6 but after he started taking something at the gym, he couldn’t quite get it that big again. It didn’t matter, the small dorks he always dated made him feel like he was massive.

The problem was they weren’t submissive enough for Trent. Sure, they would try to be, but Trent didn’t want anyone to talk back to him. He couldn’t stand when they would get any ideas that they should have a life outside of what Trent wanted. Nor should they have had to guess what he wanted them to do. After the first week they should have known his schedule and be able to adapt when they needed to. But now that didn’t matter. He was going to have the perfect boyfriend. One that he could program to do whatever he wanted with.

He grabbed the ingredients and looked them over. “Make sure every ingredient is kept at a freezing temperature when the package arrives,” he read. Holding onto the bottle, it felt a little cold but definitely not frozen. “Fuck it. I’m not waiting another month for this shit to arrive. If it doesn’t work it doesn’t work and I bitch out whatever person I have to till they make it right.” He poured his concoction together to make sure he had a nice submissive guy, who knew how to cook all his meals and would be ready for sex more often that Trent even wanted it. He was surprise to find that high sexual drive was the only bottle that had remained frozen.

“Dumbasses,” he growled at the company who’d sent him the box. “I’m sure they’re all fine them.” His cock hardened again at the thought of the little man trying to get him in the mood. Just denying the other guy his sexual pleasure was enough to get Trent turned on. He loved it when they would beg him to ride his cock but he wouldn’t let them get off. “Fuck,” he cursed trying to keep himself focused on what he was making instead of his dick.

“All in due time,” a smile was plastered on his face as he slowly poured the ingredients into the malleable dummy he’d just made. The formula easily sunk into the dummy’s skin and he could see it taking more and more form. The small skinny doll looked more and more like a small skinny human. The bland white clay started to hardened and feel more like skin. His body had heat radiating off it and more color was added to the rest of his body. A soft mop of hair grew out of the top of his head but the rest of his body remained bare.

“Hello,” the dummy smiled. He sat up and turned to the side. His small weak legs hung over the side of the table, pulled closely together. The small 1 inch he’d been given pointed directly at Trent as he stared blankly at his owner.

“Hello,” Trent smiled. He pulled the instructions back up as he looked over what he was supposed to do next. “Give him a name. Shit. I hadn’t thought of that yet.” A mischievous grin crossed Trent’s face. “You know what? You’ll be known as Bitch.”

“I’m happy for my new name. I will be a good Bitch,” Bitch smiled.

“Yes you will. You’re gonna make me happy,” Trent smiled. His eyes went back to the instructions. “Give him a command…” He looked down over at the glasses, khaki pants and polo he’d gotten for Bitch. “Put those on.”

“Yes sir,” Bitch smiled as he pulled up his tighty whities over his scrawny legs. Trent couldn’t help but stare. He loved looking at those thin ass legs without an ounce of muscle on them. All he could think about was all the things he could easily do to that body. And no one could care. It was just some really expensive toy that he’d paid for. It wasn’t like it was an actual human. “Is this good sir?” Bitch’s wide doughy eyes looked up at Trent, looking for validation. His khaki pants went slightly above his ankles showing off his socks while his polo was tucked nicely into his waist.

“Yeah it is,” Trent smiled. “I like it when you call me sir. Or master. You won’t refer to me as anything else.”

“Yes master,” Bitch happily replied. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

“Go make me dinner,” Trent ordered.

“Yes master,” Bitch turned around and headed for the kitchen. Trent didn’t even have to tell him what to make but Bitch seemed to know. He’d gotten the ingredients out and already started making him dinner.

“Fuck yeah,” Trent celebrated as he went and sat down in his chair. “Yo, Bitch, bring me my shaker with some protein drink in it.”

“Yes master,” Bitch replied dutifully stopping what he was doing he quickly filled the shaker bottle with water and protein powder. He walked into the room but then stopped. Trent stared for a few seconds wondering what his new toy was doing. He’d been working fine so far. What would have changed so quickly.

“What?”

“Master. Something feels wrong…” he clutched his arms to his body and then keeled over in a sudden bout of pain. His mouth opened wide to scream but nothing came out. His small body convulsed and squeezed the shaker bottle even tighter but then it fell out of his grasp. He stood back up like nothing had happened. Then looked down at the protein drink sinking into the carpet. “Sorry Master. I don’t know what hap—“

“The fuck was that!” Trent got out of his chair and stood over Bitch’s small body. At 6’6” he could easily intimidate most people just by standing next to them. But with his added muscular frame that intimidation was full on fear for most people. “The fuck you think you’re doing?” He pushed Bitch’s small body. Bitch’s back flung against the wall. “You think this is a joke? The carpet looks like shit! I expect you to clean it up.”

“Yes master,” Bitch replied. “Right away master,” he ran to the kitchen and got some paper towels and water on them. He went back to dabbing it and trying to get as much of it up as possible.

“Good,” Trent glared over his chest. “Now get it all,” he pushed Bitch over with his foot knocking him into the drink. Bitch tried his best to stay upright but still dropped to the floor. “You’re not to make mistakes. I don’t expect this to happen again.”

“Yes master,” Bitch apologized. “I don’t know what happened. But it won’t happen again.”

Trent let out a huff and reclined back into his chair. “When you get that cleaned up I expect my protein drink.”

“Yes master,” Bitch replied. He finished dabbing it and could only get so much of the drink off the floor. It was easier to blend in but he’d need something else to get the rest of it up. He hoped Trent wouldn’t mind too much but didn’t know how he would react. Bitch’s eyes ran over the expired bottles of expired personality chemicals and he couldn’t help but pick the dominance one up. He knew that any of these that had expired would have the reverse effect they were supposed to. “I’m supposed to make him happy,” Bitch told himself. With how dominant and aggressive the big man was there was no way he could be happy with a spot like that on the carpet. But with a few drops of this he might not care as much.

Bitch got the chemical and put a few drops in the new protein drink he made. “That should do it,” he shook the drink and took it back to Trent. “I’m sorry master,” Bitch apologized again.

“Uh-huh,” Trent grunted. His anger hadn’t gone down yet and Bitch was starting to get a little worried. He rushed back to the kitchen and put a few more drops onto the chicken. Even if he’d only started drinking the protein drink, Bitch hadn’t realized just how angry Trent was. He set the chicken and started back to the living room. However, again his body froze. He couldn’t move a muscle. Every part of his body contracted and again he opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Trent demanded.

As he did so Bitch’s body started to grow outward. Every muscle in his body started to expand. Bigger and bigger he grew until his torso filled his polo and popped the top two buttons open. The belt he was wearing was far too tight and ripped to the next loop hole as his hip bone pushed it further and further out. The khaki pants that only rose slightly above his ankles were now a good two or three inches higher. His butt pushed at the back end making it incredibly obvious outline. “I’m sorry master. I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Hmph,” Trent grunted. He quelled his anger by finishing his protein drink. “Whatever. Just finish my dinner,” he growled.

“Yes master,” Bitch rushed back to the kitchen and checked the timer. He couldn’t believe it actually worked. Trent may not have been happy but he wasn’t nearly as angry as the first time it happened. That realization only seemed to push Bitch to press on even more with his idea. As he pulled out the chicken he added a few more drops of the expired dominance formula and added a little bit of the expired muscle growth one. He figured that must have been part of where his anger came from.

“Is it fucking ready yet?” Trent called from the other room.

“Yes master,” Bitch shouted back. He plated the dish and then placed it on the table for Trent.

Trent stared down Bitch. He still had a bit of a glare but Bitch could see there was a bit more of a pleasant look in his eyes. “Thank you,” Trent grunted as he ate his dinner.

“You’re—“ but Bitch was cut off by the sudden pain again. Again his whole body froze. But again he started to grow. The small polo he was wearing couldn’t contain his arms anymore. They burst through the sleeves, freeing his arms from the confines. The bottom of the shirt rose out of his pants showing off the bottom two pieces of abs. Again as he grew taller his hips grew wider and the belt he was wearing constricted around his growing hips. He could feel them pressing against the belt and then tearing the hole larger. His legs strained against the brownish fabric and he could feel it was going to rip at any second. However his shoes weren’t so lucky. The cramping and pressure his growing feet was too much for his shoes and his feet pushed out the front of them.

“Damn it,” Trent cursed. He threw his fork down in frustration and glared at Bitch.

“I’m sorry sir,” Bitch apologized. “I don’t know what happened.”

Trent mulled it over as he grabbed his fork again and swallowed another bite. “That’s the only thing I’ve bought you. Now what are you supposed to wear?”

“I can wear anything. Or nothing. It doesn’t matter sir.”

“Whatever,” Trent growled. “Go get a dirty shirt and shorts out of my hamper. You can wear that.”

“Thank you sir,” Bitch said. He was more happy that it was actually working. Trent seemed so much happier now. Even if he was a little frustrated, Bitch knew he would have been so much angrier. Bitch found a sleeveless shirt and shorts and then put them on. They were far too large for his more average sized body but he couldn’t help but feel good about it. It meant Trent was growing closer to him. That now they were sharing more. He smiled as he headed back to the dining room to see Trent getting ready for the gym.

“Hey, you almost look like you work out,” Trent said. He paused, thinking about it a bit more. “Why don’t you come work out with me? My partner’s acting like a real bitch. Figured I might as well have one.”

“Anything you say master,” Bitch said.

“Good,” Trent replied. He headed back to his room to get his mp3 player.

Bitch felt a swelling pride in him but then that same problem that had happened before. He could feel his body freeze up and then start to grow. Every second it was like he was gaining another pound of muscle. He could feel it growing all over his body. His shoulders broadened, pecs thickened, arms pushed out while his legs just grew. He shook his head trying to ignore the feeling.

“Ready, Bitch?” Trent asked.

“Yes,” Bitch replied. He started for the door thinking there was something weird about the way he’d replied to Trent. He couldn’t quite place it though. But whatever it was, Trent didn’t seem to notice either. He buckled himself into his truck and adjusted his seat.

“What the Hell?” he questioned. It was like he was a couple inches further back than normal. He pulled it forward and adjusted his mirrors. “You know how to work out?”

“I know whatever will make you happy,” Bitch replied.

“Good,” Trent smiled as he drove to the gym he couldn’t believe he was about to get a good gym partner. His previous one just kept bitching out. Apparently, Trent was pushing too hard and going to lead to an injury. That wasn’t going to stop Trent though. He wanted to be bigger. He wanted to be stronger. He wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

The two hopped out of the car and Trent could feel the drop a bit more than usual. He ignored it and headed for the front door. Bitch was only a few steps behind him but could already see how much more relaxed Trent had become. His uptight angry attitude had softened into something far more pleasant to be around.

Bitch followed him into the locker room and watched him change. Since Bitch didn’t have anything else to change into, he just stood there and watched. Trent looked up and couldn’t help but stare for a second. “Damn, Bitch, you look pretty good,” he complemented. His eyes traced the other man’s body more than he normally would have. Normally Trent wasn’t interested in muscle. Anyone who was close to his size or even tried to work out usually pissed him off. But right now, he couldn’t help but stare.

Bitch’s mind stopped for a second but he was able to play it off. He could feel his body growing again. His more average frame was bulking up, but because of the size of his shirt and shorts, he still looked about the same size. “You think?” He propped up his arms and gave a flex showing off the definition in his arms. Seeing Trent look at his body with so much satisfaction made Bitch want to flex even more. He was making him so happy.

“Yeah man, you look really good,” Trent smiled. He stood up and clapped his hand on the side of Bitch’s shoulder. The foot difference in height had been a mere six inches when they had gotten in the car. But now it was closer to three. He just had to tilt his head slightly down to look Bitch in the eyes.

But with that complement it had turned to two inches. Bitch started to grow again. His muscles were actually starting to push up against the fabric of the XXXL shirt and he could almost see an outline of his pecs. No longer did he have to hold up his shorts, as his butt had finally grown large enough to put pressure on the fabric to hold itself up. He smiled as he took out the prepared shaker bottle with more of the muscle loss and sub formula in it. “Thanks,” Bitch smiled. “Don’t forget your pre-workout.”

“Aww shit man, you’re the best,” Trent smiled. He grab the drink and started pouring it down his throat. He paused to take a breath and flex for the mirror. Normally it filled him with untold amounts of energy and he felt like he could push himself through any workout. But right now it was different. “Hey,” Trent’s voice sounded a little whiny as he said it. “What’s happening to me..?”

He moved closer to the mirror to see his body. The sleeveless shirt that had been plastered against his hard muscles was looking a little looser than normal. His chest wasn’t pushing as hard against the fabric and even his arms looked a little less defined. Up and down his body every muscle inside him was pulling back in on itself and shrinking slowly. He turned back to Bitch now looking slightly up at him. “Did you do something to my drink?” he asked.

“I did,” Bitch smiled. The two inch height difference was now reversed as Bitch looked down at Trent. But that difference was still growing. He had to tilt his head further and further down to look the other man in the eyes. “I’m just following orders to make you happy.”

“But I never said that I wanted to be small!” Trent whined. He stomped his foot and his shoe almost came off his foot. “Change me back. I don’t want to be like this!”

“Shhh…” Bitch moved in closer to Trent and wrapped his tight arms around his body. “You’re so much happier this way. Don’t fight it…” Bitch grabbed the shaker bottle and pushed it back against Trent’s lips. “C’mon. You want this. You want to be weak. You want to be controlled.” He tipped the bottle back forcing the liquid into Trent’s mouth.

Trent tried his best to ignore the suggestion Bitch kept making. But he still found himself swallowing some of the liquid. Part of his mind was starting to give into the commands. He wanted to listen to Bitch. He tried using all the strength he had left to push away but that was nearly impossible as his muscles just kept getting weaker while Bitch’s were getting stronger.

“You can do it,” Bitch cooed into his ear. “I know you want to drink it. Just drink it. Give in. You’ll feel so much better when you do…”

Bitch pinched Trent’s nose forcing the other man to drink the liquid that was in his mouth. There wasn’t a way for him to breath anymore. The drink went down into his stomach and once it was all gone, Bitch let go of Trent. “Why’d you do that,” Trent gasped for air. His body fell to the floor as he tried to get control again. He could already see whatever muscle was leftover was rapidly dwindling away. Everything he’d worked for was now all gone. He spun himself around ready to shout at Bitch some more but every word he was going to use was lost to him. Lust and arousal filled his mind, replacing whatever anger he could have had. “Focus. Focus. Focus,” Trent tried to beat it into him but only found his heart racing even more.

“Focus on me,” Bitch spun his finger underneath Trent’s chin and forced him to look at his massive body. The command sent a shiver through Trent’s body. His mind was instantly flooded with thoughts of the giant in front of him. Right now Bitch filled out his clothes better than he ever did. The massive expansive chest pushed hard against the soft fabric while his traps forced the shirt to rise above his shorts. His eyes couldn’t escape the few inches of bare skin showing between the sleeveless shirt and shorts.

Trent tried to fight off the urge to move forward. His conscious mind was telling him no. That he’d never do anything like this. But his body had other plans. His small hands reached forward and grabbed at the firm body in front of him. He let his shorts drop to the floor and his legs stepped out of them while his feet stepped out of his shoes. He didn’t care as he already had plans in mind. His hands grabbed at the muscular body in front of him. But when he got down to Bitch’s shorts he paused.

“Go on,” Bitch goaded. His devious smirk almost made Trent cum in his short. “You know what you want to do.” Trent’s hands went to work as he lowered Bitch’s shorts to the floor.

Again he paused as he saw the massive dick pointing directly at him. It was impossibly large. He’d only made it the size of a small carrot now it was thicker than a beer can and almost twice as long. Even if Trent had never had a finger come close to his asshole, all he could think about was all the ways he wanted that thick rod deep inside him. “Not yet,” Bitch smiled. “You can’t handle it like that yet…”

Trent let out a sigh knowing that he was right. But that wouldn’t stop his hands. Trent’s small hands could barely clasp around the thick meaty rod. He needed both of his hands to actually get a hold of it. Slowly he started rubbing back and forth. His soft hands rubbed against the soft skin of Bitch. But it wasn’t until he could hear the deep echoing moans of the giant that he felt his dick really throb. The first moan Bitch gave him, Trent nearly doubled over in pleasure. He couldn’t believe how good it was to make the muscle bound man feel good.

His dick throbbed with each addition moan that Bitch bellowed out. Trent could barely hold himself back as his body folded in on itself each time he gave the man a rub. It was getting hard to contain his own pleasure. But at the same time he didn’t want to cum first. He wanted to make sure Bitch was nice and happy. A sense of duty to the giant was coursing through his veins. All he wanted to do was please Bitch.

“Oh fuck yea!” Bitch shouted out. His entire body flexed and he could feel cum rushing out of his balls and shooting into Trent’s face. Several loads of cum splattered across the other man’s face.

Trent let out a soft moan of his own as he felt his own body jerk at the motion. He saw the small dollop of cum shoot to the floor but didn’t really mind how small it was. Compared to the torrents in his face it was nothing. But that didn’t matter. “Wowee,” Trent smiled up at Bitch. “I can’t believe how good that felt.”

“I know,” Bitch said. “As you’re first command said, I am to make you happy. I can sense you are happy.”

“Yes sir,” Trent wiped some of the fluid off his face.

However one of the employees rushed in, hearing all the noise. “Hey! What the fuck do you two think you’re doing!”

Bitch grabbed Trent and tossed him over his shoulder. “We were just leaving,” he shouted as he pushed out of the way and rushed out the door. Trent’s giant shirt had turned more into a dress and it waved in the breeze showing off all his lowered body as Bitch ran back for the truck. A thought passed through his mind that he should complain to the company, but feeling how good Bitch was to him, he felt that would have been a bad idea.