The Magic Store: Through the Lens

Meet Blake Jackson. He’s a mans man, a tough-as-nails landscaper who loves his blue collar life. All he needs is a big truck, a cold beer, and a woman waiting at home.

I take pride in the work I do, and I'm damn good at it. When I'm on a job, I work hard and sweat harder. There's something about creating a beautiful landscape from scratch that gets my blood pumping.

Some guys like to work jobs where they talk and type. Those guys are fuckin’ soft. Real men work with their hands. I’m a real fuckin’ man.

I work with a crew of guys who get it. Craig, Dixon, and Sam. We’ve been working together for a few years, and we’re all friends by now. We're always joking around, telling stories, and teasing each other about everything under the sun. The hours go by fast.

We’d just started working on this new property – a big house in the burbs. We were ripping up the yard and starting over. A couple of guys owned the place, and I guess they were loaded.

The four of us had broken for lunch when we started giving Sam shit about his nephew.

“He’s a YouTuber,” Sam admitted. “And I guess he’s pretty good at it. He’s got a couple hundred people watching his stuff.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” I laughed. “You want the kid to end up gay?”

“He’s not gonna end up gay,” Sam snapped. “Besides, do you know whose house we’re working on?”

He pulled up a video on his phone and showed us – it was a pair of guys talking about some trip they were taking. They were both wearing speedos on a beach somewhere, talking about how great their trip was.

“These guys are making bank,” Sam said. “They do stuff about fashion and fitness and travel... and millions of people follow them!”

“Yeah, whatever,” I laughed. “They’re still gay!”

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The guys who own the house wanted a big garden full of rock walls and water features. The part that sucked is they didn’t have enough room to actually fit any equipment back there, so we were stuck hauling materials by hand. I was aching by the end of the day.

But y’know... I still had a little energy left. I revved up my truck and drove into town. My girl, Lisa, she had her eye on some lingerie at the local sex shop and I decided it was time to get lucky. The city is ridiculous – they’ve been installing bike lanes and shit, so there’s nowhere to park anymore. I had to hike the last half dozen blocks.

Of course the place was closed. Staff shortages. Bullshit, right? I let out a frustrated sigh and turned to head back to my truck.

There was a new store across the street. It looked old but... it hadn’t been there last week, had it? It had an ancient looking sign that said “The Magic Shop”. I’m not a curious guy, but something pulled me to check it out. I waited for a couple cars to pass, then cut across the street towards the dusty storefront.

There was an old man sitting at the front desk of the store. He gave me a friendly look, like he’d been waiting for me to come inside.

“Uh, hey...” I said. “Is this place new?”

"I saw you across the street," the man said.

"Yeah, I was hoping to find something sexy for my girl," I chuckled. “Guess we’ll just have to fuck like normal tonight.”

"Why don't you look around here?" the old man suggested. "Magic can be surprisingly erotic.”

“Yeah right,” I laughed at the suggestion. “She's not getting turned on by a rabbit and a hat."

"Why don't you look around?” he urged me. "I'm sure we have something that will change your perspective.”

“Yeah... okay,” I said. I’ve never been good at saying no to old people. My grandma and grandpa raised me – it’s just about showing respect, you know? I smiled at him and turned down the nearest aisle. Five minutes, just to be polite.

The store wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. None of the items were in packages and there was only one of each thing. It felt more like a thrift store than a magic shop. Little handwritten tags laid next to each thing, promising a less-than-magical usage.

Like there was ball cap – the same kind of cap every kid in America wears – and the tag said it would help you make friends. Right beside it was a blank diary. It’s tag said it could store all your thoughts... hardly the stuff of magic.

I was just about to turn back and leave the store when I saw a beat up looking camera on the shelf. This cheap plastic thing that looked at least ten years out of date. It was garbage – like every picture would be sepia toned – but it was also rattling as I approached.

“This camera will capture you and your friends,” the tag read. Yeah dude... that’s what a camera does. It was so old, but you know old people and technology... I wondered if the stores owner even knew the thing was worthless.

But still... it was vibrating harder. Begging for my attention. I picked it off the shelf and –

– I was suddenly standing in the house from the job site, talking to the two guys who owned it. I recognized them from that YouTube video, but they weren’t wearing speedos and tans now. One of them was looking shocked, while the other one was staring at me with awe.

“Wait a second...” he said, staring down at my hands. I could feel the cheap plastic gripped between my fingers. “I recognize that. It’s a MetaMorph 3000, right? They only made like... a hundred of them before the company got shut down!”

“Yeah?” I rumbled. “I found it at a thrift shop.”

My voice sounded weird and something was off, but I couldn’t really focus on anything but the guy. He was pretty cute, in like... an annoyingly conventional way. His husband was too. A couple of carbon copy gays.

“I’m kind of an old camera buff,” the YouTuber said, looking like he was about to scream with joy. “Could I buy it off you?”

“I dunno,” I heard myself say. “How much?"

Some rich people just throw money at anything. I figured I could squeeze him for a quick hundred bucks or so.

“Say... fifty thousand?” the YouTuber said without blinking.

I dropped the camera back on the shelf. I was in the store again, my heart beating like a drum. I backed away in fear.

What the hell just happened? I’ve tried a lot of drugs and nothing feels like that. It felt like I was really there... what a hallucination!

I looked at the plastic box carefully. There wasn’t any powder on it or anything. Whatever was causing that rush... I gingerly picked it up again.

Nothing. No vision of the future. No fucked up body sensation. I was just a guy holding a piece of garbage.

I turned it over in my hands. The label on the front made my eyes bulge out a little – MetaMorph 3000. How did I know that? Had I read it on the tag or seen the label without noticing it? Or did I actually see the future?

Cause if I actually saw the future... then this piece of crap was worth a lot of money. Like... life changing money to a guy like me.

It couldn’t possibly be worth fifty grand.

But if someone was willing to fork over the cash... hey, who am I to make choices for other people? Besides, I’d seen their house... they definitely had the money.

I carried the camera up to the counter.

“Ah, yes...” the old man said with a slight smirk. “Did you find what you need most?”

“Uh... yeah, dude...” I stammered. “There’s no price tags or anything. How much does this thing cost?”

“In terms of money?” he asked weirdly. “Twenty bucks. It’s a bargain.”

I mulled it over for an entire half second before I slapped a twenty on the counter. Imagine it was actually gonna be a huge payout... that was worth taking the bet, right? No different from playing the slots, right?

“Enjoy your purchase,” the old man said, taking my money. “What you do with it is up to you.”

Yeah buddy. That’s how stores work.

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I got home and the first thing I saw was Lisa sitting on the couch. She gave me an angelic look when I kissed her on the forehead – something was up.

“Hey baby, is supper ready?" I asked.

"No, I'm too tired to cook,” she said with a shake of her head. “Why don't we just order pizza?”

I sighed. You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

"Alright, I guess that works.” I glanced at the TV and saw she was watching The Bachelor. I fuckin’ hate that show. Bunch of pretty boy narcissists acting like they matter. I could feel my blood boil.

"Why are you watching this fake bullshit?" I ranted. "It's all pointless drama. Why do you have to watch this crap?”

She rolled her eyes.

"Can't you just let me enjoy my guilty pleasure for once?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You sit on your ass all day and watch this garbage? And then I gotta pay for pizza?”

That lit her fuse. We were fighting now. She never contributed to the household. I was always taking her for granted. She acted like I was made of money. I never appreciated the things she does. On and on... you know the fight.

The only way to end a fight with Lisa is to give her something. I’d been banking on the lingerie, but all I had was the camera. Oh well, you work with what you’ve got. I grabbed it from my bag.

"Here," I say, handing it to her. "I got a good deal on this. Figured maybe you'd like it.”

I was sure she won't be interested. She’d probably obsess over it for like a day, and then it’d end up in the junk drawer with everything else. She wouldn’t even notice when I sold it to the gay dudes.

“Really baby?” she said sweetly. And just like that, I was out of trouble. She pointed the camera at me and pressed the shutter.

"I mean, it's probably not as good as the one on your phone," I said. She was already frowning.

"I think it's broken," she said. "The screen's all black...”

And then I felt something happening to me. It was like my whole body was on fire. I screamed in agony, and Lisa dropped the camera and rushed over to me.

"What's wrong baby?" she asked with panic.

My body felt like it was expanding. Growing to impossible proportions. My jeans were pinching tight. Buttons were popping off my shirt. And then, finally, the fire calmed down and the camera beeped a single tone. It reminded me of my old gameboy.

I rushed to the bathroom and stared in the mirror.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My body had grown to impossible proportions. I was muscular, manly, and strong as fuck! I couldn't stop staring at myself, flexing my biceps and admiring my muscle gut. I was no longer the average guy I used to be. I felt like a burly superhero – invincible and powerful.

"Look at this," Lisa exclaimed, rushing after me. The camera was showing my picture on the screen now, the way my body looked after the transformation. I looked like a cross between Andre the Giant and a tank.

“What did you do?" I asked, still staring at my reflection.

"Me?" she shrieked. "You brought home the camera!”

I was confused and dazed, trying to figure out what had happened to me. My muscles were bulging, my chest and arms were twice their original size, and I could feel raw power coursing through me.

"What the hell happened to me?" I asked, still trying to come to terms with my new body.

"I don't know," Lisa replied, looking at me with a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. "But you look amazing!"

I had to agree with her. I had never felt so alive and powerful in my life. I flexed my biceps again, and Lisa ran her hand over my beefy, feeling the new contours of my muscles.

"This is insane," she said. “We have to show this to someone."

“No way baby,” I said possessively. “Whatever this thing is... we gotta keep it a secret. At least til we figure out what’s going on.”

I flexed and posed, watching my muscles ripple and bulge with power. The sensation was exhilarating. I couldn’t get enough.

"I'm fuckin' huge," I gasp. I reach down and squeezed my bulge. "Huge... all over.”

She dragged me into the bedroom. We never did order that pizza.

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The next day, I woke up with a start, feeling a bit disoriented. I staggered into the bathroom to take a piss, and jumped at my reflection in the mirror. I was fuckin’ huge! It wasn’t some fucked up dream!

I couldn’t believe what I saw - a powerlifter physique, covered with bulky muscle. The change was unbelievable, but the reality was right there in front of me.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and awe as I ran my hands over my chest and my muscle gut, feeling the sheer mass of my new form. It was an exhilarating sensation, one that I couldn’t quite put into words. I felt superhuman.

Even supermen need to work a shift though, so soon enough I was getting ready for work. I took a quick shower and pulled on a pair of gym shorts – the only thing from my closet that still fit. I struggled to squeeze into one of my work shirts, but it got stuck over my head and Lisa had to help me escape. Eventually we found an old workout shirt that I could squeeze into. Thank fuck my shoes still fit.

As I headed out the door, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. How was I gonna explain this to the guys at work? Did I even want to? It was impossible to hide a physique that massive.

I’d have to come clean. I’d have to tell them about the camera.

So yeah... I took it with me.

I squeezed into my truck. Even with the seat all the way back, I barely fit inside. I started to realize life that there were consequences to think about – I’d have to buy a bigger truck, new clothes, maybe even a second seat on airlines.

it was worth it – bro, the look on the guys' faces when I stepped out of the truck...

"Dude! What the hell happened?" Dixon asked.

"You won't believe it,” I grinned, enjoying the attention. “I bought this camera from a junk shop, and when Lisa took a picture of me... boom, now I'm a giant or something.”

"No way," Craig said, his eyes widening. “That’s impossible!”

"You brought it with you?" Dixon asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Figured you wouldn't believe me unless...”

"Dude, zap me," Dixon interrupted. He had a crazy look in his eye.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "It kinda hurts, and...”

"Zap me," Dixon insisted. “I wanna be a fuckin’ beast!”

"Okay," I said. "Go stand over there, away from Craig and Sam.” I gestured for him to stand next to a trench we’d been digging.

“Wait a sec,” Craig said. “Do me too!”

"Huh?" I asked.

"You heard me," Craig said. "No way I’m gonna be the little guy.”

I chuckled. Shoulda known... men wanna be big. Of course these guys wanted in on it. Hell, maybe that’s why I brought the camera along in the first place.

"What about you, Sam?" Dixon asked.

“Uh... you two go ahead," Sam told the guys. "Who knows what kind of side effects that thing has.”

"Maybe he's got a point," I conceded.

"Dude, just zap us," Dixon insisted.

I aimed the camera carefully and snapped a picture of Dixon and Craig. There was a soft click before the two men doubled over in pain. My eyes went wide – it’s one thing to experience it, but it’s different when you watch a couple of guys hulk out!

Dixon's arms and chest bulged with muscles while his shoulders widened. His biceps strained against his t-shirt, stretching it until his arms were pinched and red from the fabric. His legs thickened with muscle and his jeans tore – his thighs were too much for the fabric! His whole body swelled up and his skin took on a sheen of sweat.

Craig's transformation was just as dramatic. His shirt tore apart as his muscles expanded, and his jeans strained to contain his growing glutes. His pecs got big and heavy, hanging like boulders over a thick muscle gut. His skin flushed a deep red as his body continued to grow, and he let out a guttural roar.

Sam looked on in amazement. I think maybe he didn’t believe me before, but he sure did now! Dixon flexed his biceps and let out a deep laugh. "I feel like a god," he roared, and Craig nodded in agreement. They both looked like they could take on the world.

Dixon peeled down his broken jeans and struggled to get out of them. His boxers were skintight now, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.. He reached up to the collar of his t-shirt and it gave way easily, fluttering down in shredded pieces.

Meanwhile Craig headed for his truck. He kept a gym bag in the back – don’t ask me where he found the energy for the gym – and he dug inside of it for a pair of sweats. He fought with his jeans until he finally just ripped them off too, trading the inadequate fabric for stretchy sweat pants. I guess he had a tanktop in the bag too, even if it barely stretched to cover his new frame.

I couldn’t help feel a sense of pride. I had a magic camera and it was making my buddies into beasts! Nobody else could do that!

But as I looked at the transformed Craig and Dixon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if this wasn't just a one-time thing? What if there were side effects? What if...?

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. This was just a harmless toy, something to have fun with. I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement.

“Whaddaya say Sam?" I asked. “You sure you wanna stay small?”

“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head at the three giants in front of him. “You guys live with the consequences. I’m just gonna do my job.”

He picked up a heavy piece of basalt and walked towards the yard.

We went to work, hauling rocks for the backyard. Sam was working hard, grunting and panting as he grabbed one stone at a time. Craig and Dixon and I were all having a great time, tossing around the rocks like they were nothing, carrying three or four at a time without breaking a sweat.

After a couple of hours of work, Sam finally spoke up.

“Guys... how about a break...” he gasped. He’d been hustling hard, trying to keep up with us. Of course he couldn’t. L’il dude didn’t stand a chance.

“I’m not even tired bro,” Dixon chuckled.

“C’mon,” Sam begged. “Just a quick ten. I’m exhausted.”

“There’s an easy fix for that,” I teased him.

“Yeah,” Dixon backed me up. “It feels great bro! Just do it!”

Sam glanced at the three of us – supermen compared to his mortal status. There were at least sixty tons of rock still piled beside the driveway, all of it waiting to be moved one piece at a time. Something in his soul snapped.

“Fine,” Sam relented. “Get the camera. I’ve got shorts in the truck... let me grab ‘em.”

He stood beside the trucking, stripping off his shirt and pants, then slipping into a pair of baggy athletic shorts. Sam was probably the most athletic one of us to start – he looked looked like a college athlete, tight pecs and even faint abs underneath his south pacific skin.

“You ready bro,” I teased, raising the camera up to my eye. Sam gave me a determined nod.

Click. And Sam began to grow.

For the first couple of seconds it was subtle, his muscles swelling and stretching under his skin, but then it picked up the pace.

His back and shoulders grew broad, his arms and legs thickened with corded muscle, and his chest puffed out until it was monstrous. As he grew taller, his basketball shorts strained to contain his rounded glutes and thick quads. They crept up, suddenly short on his towering frame.

His skin flushed red, as if his veins were filled with lava. He looked like some superhuman creature, ready to conquer the world.

Sam flexed his arms, feeling the sheer power of real muscle for the first time. He could hardly believe it was his own body, but the sense of strength and confidence he felt was undeniable.

“Still need a break?” I teased him.

The flush faded from his skin and his nervous expression was replaced by a cocky grin. He slapped me on the shoulder with a massive hand, then grabbed a boulder easily in each hand.

“Let’s go boys,” he chuckled, his voice sounding low and seismic in his bigger body. “Fuck that feels amazing. I’m good to go.”

At first, it was just a subtle change, his muscles swelling and expanding beneath his skin. But then, it became more and more pronounced. His back and shoulders grew broader, his arms and legs thickened with muscle, and his chest and abs became a washboard of muscle.

As he grew taller, his clothes strained against his now massive physique, threatening to rip apart at any moment. His skin took on a reddish hue, as if his veins were filled with lava. He looked like a superhuman creature, ready to conquer the world.

Sam flexed his arms, feeling the sheer power of his muscles. He could hardly believe it was his own body, but the sense of strength and confidence he felt was undeniable. With a smile, he slapped Blake on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze, then grabbed a boulder easily in each hand. He was ready to get back to work.

We worked hard for the next few hours. Sam was now keeping up with us, and even outdoing us in strength. The rocks seemed almost insignificant in our grip, and we tossed them around like toys.

By the time we hit lunch, we had moved enough rock to make a significant dent in the pile. We grabbed our lunchpail from our trucks and gathered in the back to eat, all feeling pretty good about ourselves.

I was midway through my sandwich when the YouTuber’s came out of the house, eager to look over the work. They were a pair of conventionally good looking twenty-somethings, almost identical except that one was blond and the other was a brunette. Just enough muscle to pose shirtless. They were puny next to us, but it was no surprise they did well on social media.

“Hey there,” the brunette said, not caring that he was interrupting our lunch. “You guys are doing great today!”

“Thanks,” Sam grunted. “Just trying to do our best.”

“You’re definitely succeeding,” the blond grinned. “Everything’s coming along great! I mean, the guys from yesterday were doing okay, but I’m glad they sent your crew today!”

“That’s great to hear,” Dixon laughed. “We just like workin’ hard.”

“Beasts like you... I have no doubt,” the brunette said, trying to hide the way he stared at Sam’s ass. “We’re gonna go out for the afternoon, gotta shoot a video, but the back door’s unlocked, okay? Help yourself if you need anything. Bathroom’s just inside and to the right, cold drinks and snacks are in the fridge.”

“Thanks buddy,” I grinned. “That’s a cool gesture. Means a lot to us.”

“No problem,” the brunette nodded, staring at Dixon’s pecs. “Keep up the good work!”

We all waited until they’d gone inside before laughing.

“Dude, can you believe they don’t even recognize us?” Dixon laughed. “Bro, you gotta hit me with the camera again. Make me even bigger!”

“Whoa,” I said cautiously. “Would that even work?”

“Only one way to find out,” Dixon insisted with a devilish look in his eye. “C’mon bro... zap me again!”

Was there any point in trying to argue? I went to my truck and grabbed the camera. I held the cheap plastic delicately... one wrong move and I’d crush it with my giant hands.

Click.

Dixon grunted and held his head with both hands. He gritted his teeth, trying not to scream as he went through another change. Yeah, he got a little bigger, but not that much. His boxers were starting to tear, his bulge almost too much for the fabric to handle. The real change was to his looks.

Dixon had always been an average-looking guy, but that was over with. He now had a handsome face with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

“Holy shit dude...” Sam gasped. “You look like a fucking model!”

“Yeah?” Dixon asked. “Show me!”

He grabbed the camera out of my hand and stared at the small screen, squinting to see his features.

“Holy shit bro,” Dixon crowed. “I’m fuckin’ eye candy now bro!”

“Yeah,” Craig said in awe. “You’re gonna get all the chicks.”

“Yeah...” Dixon agreed slowly. “Or like... all the dudes?”

“Huh?” I asked. “Dixon buddy... you got a girlfriend bro.”

“Yeah,” Dixon shrugged. “I guess I gotta dump her now. You guys are way hotter than her... and...”

He stopped and stared into the distance for a second, like a dog who just heard a sound. Then he was in motion, moving faster than I could watch him.

Click. The camera was pointed at Sam and Craig. They gripped the sides of their heads and screamed like they were being crushed. I stared in horror – whatever had happened to Dixon, it was happening to Sam and Craig too!

I went for the camera but I never touched it. Dixon was bigger and stronger than me, and it didn’t take long for the other two to join him. Two sets of strong hands grabbed me and hauled me away. I twisted my neck to see – Sam and Craig were both gorgeous, and bigger than me now too.

Neither Sam or Craig had ever stood out in a crowd. Sure, Sam was from the Philippines, and sometimes that caught a girls eye, but the four of us had always been average joes. Now both of them were handsome as fuck.

Their faces were both chiselled and defined now, with sharp jawlines and perfectly shaped features. Their skin had cleared up, smooth and flawless. Their eyes were bright now, vibrant and captivating.

It was like a magical force had taken hold of them, turning them into the most attractive versions of themselves. And I guess it had... after all, I knew the camera was magic. I felt a sinking sensation – it was all my fault. Dixon and Craig and Sam... they were beefy gay hunks now, and I was to blame.

“Lemme go,” I protested, trying to break free from their powerful grips.

“I don’t think so bro,” Sam chuckled. “You’re gonna be so fuckin’ sexy! Just like us!”

“No!” I shouted. “Don’t!”

Click.

I felt my head crushing inwards and I almost fell to the ground. My screams echoed against the house. The world blurred on me, and finally… I looked up and saw Dixon holding the camera with a devilish grin.

"Feel better now?" he asked.

I stared at Dixon and realized just how fuckable the other man was. Between his handsome features and his beefy body, he had the whole package. And what a package! I thought, staring down at the giant bulge that was tearing through Dixon’s underwear.

"Welcome to the club hottie," Sam says as they released me from their grip.

I turned to check out my buddy and found myself smitten again – Dixon was burly and beautiful, but Sam and Craig were another step down the path now! The two men who were holding me had gone from burly to beefy – a pair of muscle studs with flat stomachs and overhanging pecs and big muscle asses.

Craig pulled off his tank and flexed – "Damn bro," he laughed. "Check me out!”

"I’m so goddamn horny," Sam moaned, groping at his hard cock through his shorts.

"And very fuckable," I teased, surprised by my own words.

"Blake, come over here," Dixon ordered me.

I stepped over and stepped behind Dixon, massaging his meaty shoulders with strong hands. He was lost, staring at Sam and Craig – the two men had embraced each other and started making out.

“Just watch," Dixon says, "You know you want to."

My heart raced as I stared at the pair of muscular men. I was starting to realize... I’d always found them hot, hadn’t I? Sam and Craig were irresistible... I couldn’t imagine now loving this. My cock was hardening, responding to their muscular frames and tight asses.

I’d never been so turned on in my life. The camera may have been cursed, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was surrounded by hot men, and I was ready to let them have their way with me.

"Damn," I whispered. "You guys are so fucking sexy."

Dixon grinned and gave me a peck on the lips.

”We're just getting started," he chuckled. "This is going to be the hottest night of your life. Let’s see how far we can push it”

He clicked the shutter again. Craig and Sam stopped their makeout session and clutched tightly at one another. I watched as their bodies shrunk down in size, losing layers of fat until they looked less like powerlifters and more like bodybuilders. After a few seconds their pain was over and the camera beeped.

Sam and Craig looked at each other lustfully. They were a pair of shredded hunks now – smaller than me and Dixon, but with just as much power and lust coursing through them. It only took a second before they were back making out with each other.

“I wanna fuck you so bad...” Sam grunted as Craig groped at his cock.

“I wanna take your cock...” Craig gasped when Sam squeezed his muscular butt.

I stand there, dumbfounded, and still in shock – next to them, my transformation was mild. I didn't know what to do next. I had transformed my friends into shredded hunks with just a few clicks of the camera shutter, and now they were going at it like two wild animals.

“Very hot,” I judged.

“Very horny,” Dixon chuckled.

He clicked the shutter again.

Sam and Craig grabbed their heads again and their hair started to shift wildly through the spectrum. Sam’s landed on a light purple, almost ultraviolet colour, while Craig’s had shifted to a neon orange. They were cut into identical fauxhawks – a matching pair of fuckboys.

It suited them. How come I never understood before... men were fucking sexy. Sam and Craig and Dixon and... fuck, every guy had the potential, but my friends were the hottest!

“You fuckers like that?” Craig grunted, grouping Sam but staring at Dixon and me. “You wanna take pictures, huh? Take the fucking picture!”

I couldn't take my eyes off them as they rubbed against each other, teasing the camera. Sam flexed his muscles and Craig pulled him close, their bulges pressing against each other. I felt my cock stirring as I watched them, unable to tear my eyes away.

“Take it! I want everyone to see how hot we are!” Craig screamed.

“Yeah baby,” Sam says, breaking away for a second and flexing – “Look how hot we are! Everybody wants to see this shit.”

“Everybody,” Craig echoed, rubbing his body against Sam and staring at the camera lustfully.

Dixon grinned – “Like what you see, Blake?"

I nodded, unable to speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would start drooling.

“What do you think,” Dixon said, teasing one of my nipples. “You think we went too far?”

Craig stepped closer to me, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like sweat and testosterone, and I found myself getting lost in his musk. He reached out and cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"You like what you see?" he growled, his voice low and seductive.

I couldn’t deny the attraction. Whatever the camera had done, it had unlocked some part of me that I never knew existed. It felt so natural...

But staring at the Sam and Craig, flexing and teasing like they were nothing more than beefcake... I felt relieved that it was them and not me. My cock drew me towards them as I answered Dixon’s question.

“I mean... I’ll fuck ‘em,” I said. “But I don’t wanna be ‘em.”

Craig leaned in, and I could feel his breath in my ear.

"Then fuck me Blake."

He pushed me down onto my knees, and I was eye level with his bulge. My heart was pounding in my chest as I reached out and touched him, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth, to feel my cock pounding his ass...

But I was afraid.

But I could fix that...

“Let’s go one more step,” I said, glancing over at Dixon. “Get hunky and horny, but not like... involuntary porn stars. Not crazed like these two...”

“Yeah...” Sam moaned, stepping close and feeling Dixon up. “One more pic and you guys will be like... a couple of beefcake studs...”

“Lemme take your picture,” Craig whispered, nibbling at Dixon’s ear.

“Okay,” Dixon said, gripping at his cock through his ripped boxers. “Okay... let’s do this!”

He handed Sam the camera and stepped back, pulling me away from our fuckboy friends and posing in a double bicep pose. I picked out a crab pose and flexed beside him.

“Say cheese,” Sam teased. Click.

“Aaaauuuuuggggghhhh....!” I screamed, feeling the burning in my body. I could feel myself getting reconfigured, by meaty body shifting until my muscle gut receded and my muscletits hung over a flat stomach. A surge of lust shot through me. I could barely resist the urge to leap onto Sam’s cock...

I looked over at Dixon. His cock had burst right through his shredded underwear now, bobbing out in the open. We were a pair of muscle studs... hot and horny and made to fuck...

“Holy shit...” Dixon gasped, grabbing his pole and squeezing it. “I knew they were like... horny, but like... how horny???”

“Real fuckin’ horny,” I growled, turning to kiss him. Our bodies fell together and we started making out like it was the first time.

“Say cheese again!” Sam called out beside us. I felt Dixon’s lips leave mine.

“Dude, waaaaaaaiiiiii....” Dixon yelped, but it was too late.

Click.

My body was on fire again, melting away the fat and leaving behind a shredded physique. For the fist time all day, my shirt was a little bit loose, so I whipped it off and tossed it on the ground. Holy shit... abs, pointing straight down to my cock.

Nothin’ straight about it baby. Dixon grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, grinding my cut muscle into his. I let my hands wander over his contours, loving every edge and valley.

“Bro,” Dixon gasped, trying to pull away from me for more than a second. “We gotta... we gotta stop... them..”

“Just fuck me first!” I begged. “I’m so fuckin’ horny!”

“One more time!” Sam shouted over our moans. I barely heard the click, but I could feel it. I grabbed my head, feeling my brain liquify and slosh around in there. Dixon... his perfect face... he was so fuckin hot... I wanted to get fucked so bad... all my thoughts mixed together.

His hair was electric blue.

“Check that out,” Sam said, showing me the camera. The screen showed a picture of two shredded jocks making out with eachtoher. Dixon’s hands were spreading my cheeks, mine was working his cock. My hair was lime green.

That made me giggle.

“I wanna fuck!” Dixon shouted, letting the sound echo off the surrounding houses.

“Yeah,” Sam grinned, tucking the camera into his pocket. “You get it bro!”

“They said the house was unlocked...” Craig grinned. “They gotta have a bed, right?”

“What if they walk in on us?” Sam giggled with excitement.

“That’d be super hot,” I agreed. My dick was driving now. My brains were simply gone.

Sam took the lead. I followed his ultraviolet hair across the yard and up the stairs, tracking dirt up to the master bedroom.

It didn’t take us long to get naked. Dixon was already there, his dick hanging in the air. I tore off my shorts and joined him, sucking on his pole and tasting cock for the first time. Fuck, I loved it. I was gonna suck a lotta cock now.

“Look at that,” Sam said, pulling off his shorts. Looks like our YouTubers had a big container of lube right beside the bed. Sam gave three big pumps and started lubing up my hole. I’d never taken a cock up my ass before either, but I knew I was gonna love it too.

My whole body felt like it was plugged into a wall socket. My brains were sloshing around, keeping me disoriented. Stray thoughts kept floating past – why hadn’t I done this before? But just as quick as they came they were gone, replaced with the bliss of a cock in my hole.

“Ooooohhhh...” I heard Sam moan behind me. He was working his sexy hips, thrusting into me with powerful motions. We were all such studs... I was so lucky that my buddies got caught up in this too!

“Dixon, get on your back,” Craig ordered. I was proposed up on my elbows, so I couldn’t see much, but Dixon shifted around until Craig could get at his hole too. It only seemed right... we were all sluts, but they had seniority.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!!!” Dixon screamed as Craig slid into his ass. I gasped over and over, my face mashed against the bedspread while Sam pulverized me with his cock. I felt his balls slapping against my cheeks over and over as he plowed me.

My fingers curled and held onto big handfuls of blanket. I’d never felt anything this intense. So many years fucking women... what a fuckin’ waste...

Fireworks went off inside my head. Lime green fireworks with ultraviolet trails.

“I’m gonna cum...” Sam grunted, his hands pushing down on my back and driving me into the bed. “I’m gonna cum... I wanna cum so bad...”

“Do it!” I begged. “Fuckin’ cum in my ass bro! I wanna carry your load!”

I felt his cock starting to pump inside me and he started gasping for air and pushing me harder into the bed. Sam was losing all control – he was a man and a man’s gotta cum. I’m a man too!

I felt my slush in my head swirling around, draining down into my balls and building pressure until I couldn’t take it anymore. Fireworks exploded in the empty space, finally finding room to breathe.

“Oh my gooooooooooooooood...” I moaned, shooting my load all over the bedspread. Pump after pump of stupid smart stuff, leaving me forever. I don’t gotta think bro, all I gotta do is cum. I’m a real fuckin’ man now!

I felt his cock slip outta my ass and he fell on the bed beside me. I clenched my hole, desperate to keep his load forever. I’m a real fuckin’ man now. A real fuckin’ man.

Beside me Craig and Dixon were becoming real men too.

I was a pool of sweat and sex, too tired to move. My head felt so open... so pretty... I needed to show off how fuckin’ pretty I was.

“You guys got the camera?” I asked. “I gotta take a selfie... gotta start a tiktok or whatever... I want everyone to see how fuckin’ slutty I look...”

I needed everyone to see me and love me. I’m so fuckin’ dumb and pretty... everyone wants to see that! The world loves us! All we gotta do is post pics and stay hot!

“We should all start tiktoks,” Dixon moaned. “We could fuck and stuff and post the pics!”

“Yeah!” Sam grinned. I looked in his eyes. His head was as empty as mine. That’s so fuckin’ hot.

“I wanna shower,” Craig said, peeling himself off Dixon’s ass.

So we all showered with Craig. We soaped each other up and I licked Sam’s ass for a while, just to make sure he got nice and happy. By the time we got out and dried off and everything I was getting hard again.

“We need clothes,” Sam said with a dumb smile. “Our old clothes suck!”

“Dude, check this out!” Dixon called from the bedroom. “I found their slutty underwear!”

That was enough to start a stampede. Dixon had been going through drawers and he found one with a whole rainbow of underwear. By the time we got here, he’d already claimed an electric blue thong for himself. Sam started digging through the drawer and tossed me a scrap of neon green fabric.

“Try that on babe,” he called. “It’s your colour!”

I slipped on the jockstrap and felt it squeeze my cock. Yeah... leave that hole nice and exposed. That’s what I wanted.

Craig got lucky and found orange underwear that matched his hair too. A pair of mesh briefs that really showed off his cock. I imagined him in the yard, lifting rocks and flexing in them... I almost blew my load right there.

Too bad for Sam there was no ultraviolet. he had to settle for a purple jock brief. He reached around and fingered his hole through the opening... yeah, he didn’t seem to upset.

We were just starting to make out again when the YouTubers showed up.

“Uh... okay,” the blond one said. “This is hotter than I expected.”

“You guys broke in... to have sex?” the brunette asked cautiously. “And like... try on our underwear? What kind of fans are you?”

“Dude, you told us we could come inside,” Dixon shrugged. “Like you left the door unlocked and we needed to bone...”

A look of slow... like... the brunette was thinkin’ shit up...

“Oooooohhh...” he said, looking at us carefully. “You guys are the landscapers... and you... oh my god...” he said.

He was staring at the camera, sitting on the table by the bed. I picked it up and carried it over.

“Wait a second...” he said, staring down at my hands.

I gripped the plastic harder. Something about... I remembered this... didn’t I?

“I recognize that,” he said, staring at me like I was a fuckin’ idiot. “It’s a MetaMorph 3000, right? They only made like... a hundred of them before the company got shut down!”

“Yeah?” I rumbled. “I found it at a thrift shop.”

I didn’t wanna talk. They were like... totally generic, but in a hot way. Like... I get why they’re YouTube famous, y’know? A single thought bounced through my head... they were YouTube famous... I bet they knew lots about posting shit online...

“I’m kind of an old camera buff,” he said. He looked excited. I get that, guys get excited near me all the time. “Could I buy it off you?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “How much?"

“Say... fifty thousand?” the YouTuber offered.

“That’s like... a lot,” I said, glancing down at the camera in my hands. “But bro... this things so cool... I wouldn’t sell it for like, a gazillion bucks.”

“You sure?” he asked. “I’ve read about it online... I thought it was just an urban legend...”

“It’s real bro,” I said, a grin splitting across my face. “And we’re happy to share!”

I raised the camera up faster than he could react.

Click.