The Himbo Machine – Chapter Eleven

Sam grabbed the sides of the tube and pulled himself upright. He’d grown massive during his transformation – Sam always had wide shoulders, but now he could barely squeeze through the opening and sit up.

“Whoa...” Sam rumbled, giving his head a slow shake. “I feel... shit bro, everything feels like... super fuckin’ weird.”

I could see why. When Sam had entered the building, he’d been an attractive college professor. The kind of guy that undergrads crush on. But the new Sam – the one we’d created with the machine – he was grade A beefcake.

“Check it out bro,” he laughed, picking at the ripped fabric across his chest. His shirt had popped most of its buttons and there were big rips along his biceps where his growing arms had destroyed the fabric. “The machine like... turned me into a total stud! But I’m still smart and shit bro!”

I glanced at Tyler. He’d decided not to wipe Sam when he programmed the machine, but I was pretty sure Sam wasn’t PhD material anymore. Tyler gave me a wink in return.

“Wow dude, you’re like... totally hot,” Robby growled, staring at his transformed friend. “Stand that ass up... let’s see everything!”

Sam swung himself out of the machine, like a gymnast on a pair of parallel bars.

“Guess I’m too smart for the machine bro,” he gloated. His khakis were tight on his ass. One good lunge and they’d be split.

“Wait a sec dude,” Robby laughed. “Himbos aren't smart!”

“Nah bro,” Sam chuckled. “But I’m like... so smart! Like I invented the himbo pills, and I brainwashed these sluts, and I like... did a bunch of cool stuff to make the machine work.”

“For real dude,” Robby nodded. “But that was like... when you were smart and shit. You’re dumb now!”

Sam took a few seconds to think about it before he answered.

“Nah bro,” he grinned. “I’m still like... hella smart. Just cause I got big, that don't mean I’m a dumbass like you!”

“I dunno dude,” Robby grinned. “You seem pretty dumb.”

“Bro, you’re such a bitch,” Sam laughed. “Not everyone’s a dumb fucker like you... sorry brah, I’m a smart scientist!”

“Prove it," Robby smirked.

“Well... I like, invented the pill bro,” Sam said, shrugging his big shoulders. The back of his shirt split open as he moved, exposing his thick back muscles. He didn’t seem to care.

“Yeah? What’s in the pill?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Fuck off bro,” Sam laughed. "That's nerd shit. I own your ass bro, don't front off with me!”

“Yeah? You own my ass?”

“For real brah,” Sam chuckled. “I totally brainwashed you and Grant with like sub... sub... sub-thingy messages!”

“Yeah, be nice Tyler,” I said, giving him a grin. “Sam here’s a smart scientist. If he was a himbo he’d be calling everyone bro all the time.”

“Yeah, that's right bro,” Sam grinned. I let that hang in the air for a few seconds before he realized what he'd said. “I mean... yeah bro, that’s right bro.”

“Yeah,” Tyler said, catching onto my game. “Sam’s a smart scientist. If he was a himbo, he’d just want to show off his muscles.”

I watched the thought work its way into Sam’s glacial mind. He hadn’t realized it yet... but the need was there, deeply planted within his psyche.

“I mean... bro...” Sam said, trying to justify it. “Just cuz... I mean... I’m like so totally hot though... it’s good to show off.”

He ripped off his shirt, scattering the remaining buttons across the floor.

“Oh yeah...” Sam moaned, flexing his arms into a double bicep pose. “Yeah bro, just cuz I’m hot, that don’t mean I’m some dumbass himbo...”

“Of course not,” I agreed easily. “You’re a smart scientist. If you were a himbo, you’d be fixated on cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah bro...” Sam moaned, flexing his ass and splitting his khakis open. He used one meaty hand to tear them away, leaving himself standing there in a pair of black silk boxers. “I’m like... fuck bro, it’s hard to think when... your cock’s so sexy bro...”

“If you were a himbo, you’d want sexy men to use you,” Tyler teased.

“Yeah bro...” Sam moaned, flexing his ass. “I'm like...”

“You can suck me off,” I said with a shrug. “If you want. If you’re a himbo.”

Sam was drooling at he stared at my bulge.

“Yeah bro...” he moaned, kneading one pec with his hand. “I wanna...”

“Wait!” Tyler said, stopping Sam in his tracks. “You can suck Grant off... but only if you’re a himbo.”

A smile played across Sam’s face. I could see the gears turning slowly in his head.

“I need your cock bro,” he rumbled.

“So what’s that mean?” I asked.

Sam’s eyes slowly widened and his face split into a wide grin.

“Holy shit bro...” he laughed out loud. “I’m a dumbass himbo!”

He slammed his body down onto his knees. Sam’s mouth was only a few inches from my cock. I glanced over at Eddie, nervous what my boyfriend might think.

“Go for it stud,” Eddie chuckled. “You know I would.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down my legs. Sam was on my cock immediately, licking it through the fabric of my jockstrap.

"Fuck yeah bro..." Sam moaned, licking through the scrap of cloth. “You’re so fuckin’ hot bro..."

I leaned back, resting against the wall behind me. My cock was swelling behind the thin fabric of my jock. I tugged it down and Sam pounced, wrapping his lips around the shaft.

"Oh god, yes..." I groaned, grabbing a handful of Sam's hair. I guided his head up and down, loving the feel of his soft lips. The man who had been in control for so long...

"You like that?" I grunted.

"Yeah bro..." Sam groaned, sucking harder. "I'm your bitch bro..."

I thrust my hips forward, pushing more of my shaft into his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, feeling my cum building.

Sam backed away from my cock with surprising speed. He jumped to his feet and grinned.

"Nice and horny, huh bro?" he giggled. "Time to fuck this himbo ass!"

Sam dropped his boxers and pushed me back into the corner. He pressed his body against mine, holding me in place.

"You like what you see bro?" he asked. I watched while he started to flex and move, dancing to a silent beat while he shoved his ass in my direction. Sam looked like a cross between a gogo boy and a bodybuilder, and it was making my cock ache.

"Yeah bro..." Sam groaned, shaking his hips from side to side. "I'm a real sexy bitch..."

"You are a sexy bitch," I groaned. "Sam, your ass is amazing.”

He kept dancing around the room, grinding with the other guys, shaking his ass like a maniac. Finally he headed back in my direction, thrusting his cock into the air and making his cheeks shake.

“Get ready bro,” Sam laughed. “Cause you’re gonna – whoa!”

One of Sam’s hip thrusts caught the edge of the machine. It was sudden and destructive, knocking the tube to one side and pulling wires loose. The machine made a noise like an old school TV turning off, the faint hiss of static remaining.

I rushed over to the touchscreen. It was fritzing out, wild lines of static jumping around until it finally went black.

My stomach sank.

As the machine sparked and sputtered, I realized that I desperately wanted to climb inside the tube and let it wash me away. I’d been putting up a good show, pretending like I didn’t know if I wanted it or not...

And now the choice was gone. Sam’s beefy ass had made the choice for me.

The pills weren’t good enough. I wanted to let the machine take me. I wanted to be like them – Eddie and Ollie and Sam and Robby.

“Robby,” I said, turning to the muscular man. “Tell me you can fix it...”

“Uh... dude, I don’t know shit,” Robby shrugged. “I mean... unless you can fix it with dance moves, but that’s a dumb idea, even for ME bro.”

He laughed at his own joke as I felt my pulse quicken.

I looked down at the tube and the bundles of exposed wiring. It had seemed so indestructible... but now it might never work again. I remembered once when my car broke down – I’d opened up the hood and stared at the engine. I didn’t know how to fix this either.

“I can do it!” Sam said proudly. “Like... I still remember all that boring science shit, right?”

“Yeah,” I said sadly. “But you’re a himbo now.”

“So?” Sam grinned. “Bro, all I gotta do is control my cock... which... I can like... totally do...?”

I glanced at Tyler.

“It can’t hurt,” Tyler shrugged. “Look, I’ll stay here and help – I was Sam’s assistant for a long time, and I think I still know a few tricks. Between his memories and my skills... maybe?”

“Yeah bro, you better get that cock outta here,” Sam laughed. “I gotta focus bro!”

I was stunned by the loss. With Robinson gone and Sam reduced to a memory, it seemed impossible that the machine could be fixed. I kicked myself for delaying. For putting Sam through first. For turning Robinson into Robby without getting a full set of the blueprints.

Robby and Eddie walked me upstairs and out the front door. Ollie decided to stay behind – he was a himbo, but they’d left him pretty smart to catch us. Maybe he could help out somehow.

“Text me everything," I told him.

“For sure Grant,” Ollie said with a sympathetic smile. I doubt he expected a miracle either, but I sure needed one.

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“Dude, you seriously need a distraction,” Robby said, throwing his arm around me. It was still early, but the city was starting to wake up.

“Thanks guys,” I said, glancing between the two himbos. “I’m not really in the mood for sex right now.”

“Uh... no dumbass,” Robby laughed. “I meant let’s take you shopping! C’mon, it’s the day after Christmas! There are gonna be sales like... everywhere!”

“So?”

“So you’ve been wearing the same jeans and t-shirt forever,” Eddie pointed out. “And me and Robby... like we’re hot bro, but we need new stuff too. C’mon, we got Robinson’s credit card, let's go blow some cash.”

I glanced down at my clothes. They had a point, but still... it felt weird, with my future hanging in the balance.

“Listen boyfriend, think of it like this,” Eddie said. “Like... okay, they’re gonna fix the machine, right? And when they do, you’re gonna jump right in! Bro, I can see it in your eyes now, you want this shit bad!”

“I hope they’ll fix it,” I said morosely. Realistically.

“They will,” Robby said confidently. He had the kind of confidence that only comes from kids and people on Facebook.

“So let’s do some shopping,” Eddie urged. “Pick out your new style. C’mon boyfriend, just think of it like a head start on your programming!”

“Guys, I don’t know if –“

“C’mon dude,” Robby said, grabbing my arm and tugging me roughly to the side. “This place is opening!”

They dragged me into a little boutique clothing place. Robby had some kind of sixth sense for clothes because this place was full of stuff clearly aimed at gay guys. Or maybe that’s just the Castro for you.

The twink at the counter woke up when the three of us walk in.

“Heeeeeey!” he said, staring at Robby.

Between the three of us, I was definitely the least impressive. Robby was a beast of a muscle daddy with barely enough clothes to stay legal. Eddie was buff enough to make any gymrat’s eyes bulge. My muscle was from workouts and steroids, not the magic machine – compared to them I was tiny.

“Hey dude,” Robby grinned. “We’re just lookin’.”

“Take as much time as you need,” the twink gushed. “And let me know if you need any help!”

“For sure bro,” Eddie said, giving the clerk a fistbump. “You ask real nice, I bet Daddy’ll give you a blowjob in the change room!”

Robby winked in his direction and grinned again as the twink blushed bright red.

“What about this?" Eddie asked, grabbing a hot pink tanktop off a nearby rack. It had white text on the front, and a picture of a rooster.

"All about the cock,” I chuckled, reading it. “I dunno Eddie, it’s not really my style.”

“Yeah, but bro, you can have any style you want,” Eddie said, jamming another tanktop into my hands. This one was made of metallic fabric and gave off a holographic shimmer.

“Yeah, but... I dunno Eddie,” I said.

“What? A few days in jeans and a t-shirt and you’re ready to give up looking fabulous?” Eddie joked. “These used to be your clothes bitch!”

“It just feels like a costume.”

“Everything’s a costume,” Robby shrugged, going through the racks behind us. “We’re all just playing dress up. Dude... why not pick something fun?”

Eddie glanced at me with puppy dog eyes, but he gave me some space. The two of them were filling their arms with neon and rainbow fabric. I admired them, so unafraid to express who they were.

I wanted that. If the machine could be repaired...

“What about this?” I said, finally picking an item off the rack. It was a baby blue tanktop with white piping along the seams.

“That’s good,” Eddie nodded. “Pick whatever's right for you!”

“For sure dude,” Robby agreed, rummaging through a pile of jockstraps. “It’s not like every gay dude's gotta look the same. Not even every himbo!”

We spent a couple hours in the store, hunting through every rack and bin. Robby and Eddie were definitely going for the more extreme stuff, but once I relaxed and started to indulge in the fantasy... well, I put together a small wardrobe that would make any gymbro influencer jealous. Lots of workout clothes, lots of muscle-fit style, lots of things to draw attention without getting outrageous.

“How’s it going?” Robby said, coming out of the change room wearing a new outfit. It was a bright orange stringer tank and a pair of purple running shorts that barely fit his frame.

“Dude,” I said, gesturing at the corner of my mouth. Robby caught my hint and wiped a splash of cum off his face.

“I think we’re just about ready to go!” Eddie said, looking at my pile. “Wait... bro, you’re seriously buying these?” He held up a pair of plain looking jeans and a black t-shirt.

“In case they don’t fix the machine.”

Eddie sighed and put the clothes back in my pile. It took almost twenty minutes for the twink to scan all our new stuff and pack it into bags. Robby signed the credit card receipt with a flourish – it was almost three thousand bucks.

“So like... you guys wanna hit another store?” Robby said, glancing around for more.

“Yeah!” Eddie cheered. “I need a new swimsuit!”

I was just about exhausted. Luckily my phone buzzed.

“Hey guys,” I lit up. “It's Tyler. They think they fixed the machine!”

“No way!” Eddie laughed. “See bro, told you there ain’t nothin’ to worry about!”

“Yeah..." I said, reading Tyler’s next text with a nervous feeling. “But it needs to be tested. They say someone’s gotta go through it.”

“Sweet bro,” Eddie grinned, clapping me on the shoulders. "Let's do it!”

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Tyler was giddy when we got back to the spa.

“Okay, so I ran it through a self-diagnostic, and everything checks out,” he told me.

The two of us were standing beside the machine while the rest of our friends had been banished to an upstairs lounge. I could hear the faint beat of club music through the ceiling – Sam had cranked the bluetooth and was ready to celebrate.

“So we’re good to go?”

“We’re good to go... I think,” Tyler shrugged. “Grant, if I could give you a better answer, I’d do it. My skills are pretty rusty after years of teaching yoga, and Sam’s good as a reference but he didn’t actually build the damn thing.”

“So maybe I go inside and get myself wiped by accident,” I nodded. “Or the programming goes wrong and I end up twisted. Or –“

“Or everything goes great,” Tyler interrupted. “The point is, we don’t know until we run you through it. It’s your decision.”

I looked at the futuristic tube. Delaying had cost me last time – I wasn’t going to do it again.

I swallowed hard.

“Lets do it,” I said. “I was thinking about the programming this morning. I don’t really want to end up like Eddie or Robby or Sam – they’re sort of... too much.”

Tyler let out a soft chuckle and looked down at his shoes.

“You know what Grant,” he said. “It wasn't that long ago you and I were too extra and those guys were just... regular guys.”

“Yeah, I get the irony,” I shrugged. “But just cause I used to be one thing... that doesn’t mean I can’t be different.”

“Huh, look at that,” Tyler grinned. “Character development. So who do you wanna be?”

“Okay... so let’s start with the body. I was thinking let’s put on some muscle. But like... more like Eddie than Robby. It should look... possible, y’know?”

Tyler started tapping on the touchscreen. He created a new profile called “Grant v2” and started adding parameters.

“Do you wanna be a little bigger than Eddie?” he asked.

“Uh... hm... I dunno... maybe gimme a tighter ass?”

“Sure. And with your bone structure, I think bigger shoulders and pecs are gonna work really well on you.”

I nodded along, watching a tiny 3D model rotate on the screen. It was generic, like a player creator in a video game. The model had a nice wide set of shoulders and a tiny little waist. Tyler was adding lots of little tweaks – nice abs, thick triceps... I shut up and trusted his judgement.

“Eddie was asking if I could make you a top,” Tyler said, looking at me for approval. “Is that cool?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “May as well. He loves getting his ass tagged."

“Now how about personality?” he asked smoothly. “You wanna be an attention whore too? Might make your relationship harder.”

“I was thinking something chiller,” I laughed. “That’s the key word – chill. I wanna go out and dance without feeling self-conscious. I wanna look after my body without getting bored. And like... I wanna be horny, but I want to be the one in charge, y’know?”

“You’ve got it," Tyler said, punching in more information. “And how about your intelligence. We could leave smart like Ollie? Or do you want to go lower?”

“Match me with Eddie,” I said with conviction. “Is this totally weird? That I actually want to get programmed?”

“Nah,” Tyler said, shaking his head. “You’ve always been programmed Grant. School, work, parents... it happens to everyone. We become what we do. You’re just making a choice.”

“Yeah? There’s nothing wrong with that?”

“Nope,” Tyler smiled. “It’s okay to choose what you want outta life. Gimme a few more minutes, I want to make sure I've got this right.”

I walked around the room, trying to pretend like my heart wasn’t pounding with excitement.

"So what are you gonna do?” I asked. “You gonna hop in the machine once I prove it's safe?”

Tyler chuckled again.

“Don’t worry Grant, you're not the guinea pig. I’m going to stay me... for now. Maybe I’ll join you guys on the other side one day. But whatever happens, I’ll make sure we’re all taken care of, okay?”

I kept pacing around the room while he worked. It seemed to take forever.

“We’re ready,” Tyler finally said. “You wanna go get Eddie? Let him push the button?”

I shook my head.

“You do it,” I said. “If something goes wrong, I don’t want it to be him.”

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I went in naked.

The interior of the machine was softer than I expected. It felt padded, like a massage table. I focussed on taking deep breaths while Tyler stared down at me. He was strapping me in – making sure I couldn’t get free.

“I asked for this,” I whispered to myself. “I want this.”

“You okay?” Tyler asked, watching my lips twitch.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to nod. “Just a little nervous.”

“Okay. I’m closing the lid now.”

I nodded and the tube hissed shut. Despite the clear panel above me, it felt claustrophobic. Part of me wanted to scream out and get Tyler to release me. He’d do it. I knew he would.

But I needed this.

There was a cool sensation on my arm. The IV line that Tyler had connected... filling me with drugs to make the transformation possible. It only took a few seconds before my body went slack. I breathed. I blinked. But I couldn't move.

And that didn’t matter. I felt safe. At peace.

Was I excited anymore? I didn’t know – I couldn’t focus enough to get excited. I just felt content.

I watched the fluorescent lights of the lab. Every so often someone would glance inside the tube. Tyler, carefully monitoring the process. Sam, sticking out his tongue and rubbing his nipples at me. And Eddie, waving like a kid in a car. My life was a series of glimpses.

My pecs kept twitching. My delts. My calves. I felt jolt after jolt of power run through my body, making me jump and twist. The straps pressed into my flesh, loosening automatically as I grew too big for them.

It was years. It was minutes. With each breath the air got muskier until my nose went blind to it. The sweat and hormones my body was pumping out... ten years of bodybuilding in an instant...

It felt so good.

There were faces crowded over me again. Tyler. Sam. Ollie. Eddie. Robby. All of them were staring down at me happily.

The light hit my eyes. It was bright, flickering so fast my eyes could barely perceive it. After the first pulse my eyes went wide, unable to resist the new information that...

Unable to resist the...

My brain was like... dude, I could totally feel it. Like clay. Like playdoh.

I giggled. They were shoving so much new stuff inside me.

My cock twitched with each new thought. Each new idea bro... it was like... whoa!

This was like... totally cool.

For real bro.

The tube hissed open. My bros were all crowded around and stuff.

“Hey Grant,” Tyler was saying. “Just a minute... let’s get you out of there.”

“No rush brah,” I said, letting my mouth fall into a stupid grin.

My cock was so hard.

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Eddie helped me climb outta the tube. Sure, I coulda just hopped out, but I liked his hands on my smooth skin.

“Look at you bro,” he said. He was real proud of me.

I looked down at my body. Yeah, I've always been like... hot and stuff, but I was a fuckin’ stud! Big heavy muscle tits. Shoulders that’d make any t-shirt look super small. A tight ass that needed to get grabbed!

“Lookin’ sexy dude,” Robby grinned at me.

He stared down at my hard cock. Bro totally wanted me.

“You wanna fuck me?” he asked.

“Whoa,” Eddie laughed, pushing Robby back. “Me first! He’s my boyfriend!”

Yeah, that made sense. Eddie was my boyfriend. He should like... get dibs on my cock, right?

Fuck, I didn’t care. I just wanted to blow my load.

“It’s pretty late,” Tyler yawned. “I booked a nice hotel room for you two tonight. Why don’t you go have some fun. We can meet back here tomorrow.”

Tyler’s so fuckin’ smart. He’s super cool too.

“Gimme some clothes,” I said, pointing at my pile of bags in the corner.

Eddie walked his sexy ass over and pulled a baggy pair of jeans out from the top bag.

“Is this what you want?” he teased.

Eddie grinned at me. I laughed. What a fuckin’ dumb joke.

“Nah brah, gimme something sexy,” I grinned. I remembered picking out the jeans... but why? They were so boring! Yeah, I’m not a show-off and everything like Eddie, but a body like mine is meant to be seen!

“Okay, how about these?” he said, fishing a pair of red mesh briefs out of the bag. I remembered buying those just cause he insisted – like... totally hot, right?

I grabbed them and slid them up my thick legs. Damn, I loved the way they gripped my ass, y’know? Gotta shake that thing.

“Oooh, look at these!” Sam yelped. He pulled a pair of white shorts out of the bag. I took them and tried them on – they kinda squeezed my quads, but bro, they totally worked.

“And this!” Ollie said, pulling a red tanktop out of the bag. It was way too tight on me, but it looked totally sexy. Besides, what’s the point of bein’ a stud if you’re not gonna show off, right?

I slipped on a pair of running shoes and Eddie led me out the door. Sam wanted to come along, but Tyler held him back. He said there’d be plenty of time for us to fuck later. Tonight was about me and Eddie.

Hell yeah. Eddie’s one hot piece of ass, and he's my boyfriend. I love him.

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Eddie unlocked the hotel room and pulled me inside. It was big – a whole suite, just for the two of us. It could have been a Motel 6, I didn’t care. I just wanted to ride his ass.

"Come on," Eddie said, pulling me toward the bed. "Let's fuck!"

Bro totally read my mind.

"You like... totally read my mind brah," I grinned.

I slid my hands down and pulled off my tank. Clothes were cool, but I wanted Eddie to see my muscles!

I laid back on the bed and Eddie crawled up next to me.

"You're so fuckin' hot," he said, running his hands up and down my chest.

He grabbed my big tits and squeezed them. I giggled.

"Yeah," I said, "I feel real fuckin' hot!"

I slid a hand down between his legs. Eddie's hard cock jumped underneath his little pink shorts. He'd worn a matching combo – dayglo and more dayglo.

“Hey brah... you remember you told Tyler you wanted a top?”

"Yeah bro," Eddie moaned. "You wanna fuck me?"

"Get naked bro," I grinned. I tore at my shorts and shoved them off, tossing it all on the floor. Eddie stared at me and whipped off his clothes. A second later he was on top of me, lowering his ass down onto my cock.

We both moaned. Eddie bit his lip and lowered himself until I was all the way inside.

I pulled Eddie close and kissed him. He tasted good.

I moaned again.

"So hot," Eddie gasped. He was pounding himself on me so hard we bounced on the bed. I loved it.

"So fuckin' hot," I moaned, holding tight to him.

I moaned again.

"So fuckin' hot," I moaned again.

Eddie grabbed at my tits and squeezed tight as he came. His cum hit my pecs while I flooded his ass.

I moaned.

"So fuckin' hot," I moaned again.

“Yeah boyfriend, you're so hot," Eddie whispered in my ear.

It wasn't poetry, but brah...

We were hot.

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Eddie and me ended up in the shower. It was fancy, one of those waterfall ones. We made out while the water washed our cum away. Not a care in the world...

He was soaping down my back when he finally broke the silence.

"We should like... move somewhere with a beach," Eddie said. "You'd make a hot surfer."

I giggled.

"I dunno about that brah."

"Hell yeah you would," he grinned. "You'd look totally hot in a speedo. Or board shorts – whatever you want bro.”

"Yeah..." I said. That'd be totally chill. Ride the waves. Get a tan. Fuck all night. "Yeah... that'd be totally rad."

Eddie spun me around and kissed me again. He's such a hot little bro...

I twisted off the shower. Time for round two.

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Eddie woke me up with a blowjob. God damn, I’ve got a great boyfriend.

We grabbed breakfast in the hotel restaurant, then walked until we found the spa. The place looked deserted, but Tyler came out and let us in.

They were all sitting around the upstairs lounge, trying to figure out what should happen next. And lemme tell you, with Tyler and Ollie here, we got some pretty smart bros in our group.

“I dunno,” Sam was saying. “I’m cool with whatever bro, I just wanna hang with you guys.”

“Okay, so no preference from Sam,” Tyler said, making a note on his phone. “Glad we spent ten minutes on that.”

“What bro, I just wanna hang with –“

“We get it,” Robby laughed. “Dude, you’re like... whatever.”

“Where we at boys?” Eddie asked, landing heavily on the couch. I found a seat across from him where I could stare at his biceps.

“I think we should close up the spa. Take the machine and start up fresh somewhere,” Tyler said. “We don't know all the details about what Robinson was doing here – I think a fresh start is the best way to go.”

“Cool!” I blurted out. "We wanna move somewhere with a beach!”

Tyler looked at me like I was an idiot. Whatever – you gotta say your piece, right?

“Yeah...” he said slowly. “I was thinking LA. Big enough to be anonymous. No shortage of people looking for a quick beauty fix. Lots of money kicking around.”

“For sure,” Eddie nodded. “And they got beaches.”

“Look, I don’t care if you guys move to LA and take the machine,” Ollie said. “But I wanna keep the spa. I took a look at the books last night – the legit business, not the evil lab in the basement – and it's doing pretty well.”

“You want to stay?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah... I mean, Robby and I talked about it last night. We wanna stay and run the spa. Jeremy made a lot of himbos for this place... I think we gotta make sure they’ve got jobs.”

“Robby, are you sure?” Tyler asked. “Technically, it's your machine.”

“Take it dude,” Robby shrugged, glancing over at Ollie. "I got everything I need.”

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It was just after New Years when we loaded up the truck. One of those big rental vans. With six buff guys working, it didn’t take long to get everything squared away.

Then there was nothing left to do. We stood in the back alley behind the Golden City Spa and said goodbye. Robby and Ollie were standing there, Robby’s arm wrapped over Ollie's shoulder, while Ollie had his arm around Robby’s waist. They looked like they’d been together for years.

“Are you sure you want to stay?” Tyler asked one more time.

“Yeah bro, I’m sure,” Ollie said. He sounded like I did when I started college, assuring my parents that everything was gonna be fine. For a weird second, I wondered how they were doing. The school had a couple students and a professor go missing – eventually someone was gonna come looking.

But they weren’t gonna find us. Those guys didn’t exist anymore.

I shook my head and snapped out of it.

“I’ll send you an address, once we get settled,” Tyler was saying.

“It better be the right one this time,” Ollie joked. “No empty warehouse in Vegas!”

“I’ll make sure,” Tyler promised. I believed him. Tyler’s the kind of dude you can trust.

“Bye Ollie,” I said, gripping him in a bear hug. “Don’t be a stranger, a’ight brah?”

“See you ‘round G,” Ollie said, squeezing me back.

I gave Robby a bear hug too. He’s not the same guy anymore – Jeremy Robinson did a bunch of bad shit, but Robby... he makes a mean eggs benny and he treats his friends like kings. I’d miss him.

Then they were in the rear view mirror. We were in the truck, headed down the highway to LA.

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Six months later, business was booming. Tyler had started up 'Lightweight Lifestyles’, this himbo factory that specialized in taking high stress burnouts and turning them into happy bros. When some overworked guy sells his company and then pretty much vanishes... well, those are our customers.

We all work there. Five days a week I slip on a branded tank and spend my day hanging out at the front desk with Eddie. The two of us are kinda the bouncers, sorta the testimonials, and definitely the samples.

Sometimes guys point and me and say “I wanna be him.”

I love that.

Tyler’s super cool about how he runs it too. Like he tells dudes they’re gonna end up gay and horny and dumb... some guys turn away, but believe me... we get plenty of takers.

If you had the money, you’d do it too.

The four of us moved into a big house in Venice Beach. Tyler’s got the master bedroom, and then Sam’s down the hall. Eddie and me share a big room in the attic.

One Saturday I woke up early. The sun was just peeking through the window and I couldn’t hear anyone else moving around. Eddie was snuggled up beside me, his empty head propped up on my wide chest.

I could live like that forever... but I had to piss something awful. I eased Eddie off me and slipped out of bed. He mumbled something and rolled over.

My favourite pair of underwear – the purple briefs with the white stripes – they were lying beside the bed. I love the way they feel, tight against my ass. I’m like... a total top, but I still need to show off. Nobody complains.

Sam was in the kitchen when I walked through. He was dressed like normal – a pink thong and a pair of matching hi-tops. I was surprised he was up – the three of us went partying last night while Tyler stayed home.

Ty’s such a nerd – he likes to stay at the house and read – but whatever, bro seems happy.

“Mornin’,” Sam said when I came back through. “Want some coffee?”

I nodded, so Sam hopped up and grabbed a pair of mugs off the shelf. He poured two coffees – cream and sugar for me, double-sweet for Eddie.

“Here you go,” Sam smiled. “You’re up early.”

“Yeah...” I shrugged. “You too brah.”

“Yeah, Tyler’s up,” Sam shrugged.

Ever since he went through the machine, Sam had been focussed on making up for what he did to us. That meant a lot of cooking and cleaning for Tyler, and a lot of dancing and blowjobs for me.

“Ty went for a walk,” Sam said. “Down to the beach.”

“Oh my god,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Like... what’s the point? He won’t even wear a speedo?”

“Well... I shouldn’t really say...” Sam teased.

I raised an eyebrow and grinned like an idiot. I fuckin’ love gossip.

“There’s this coffee shop on the way,” Sam spilled. “Ty’s says he’s flirting with the barista.”

“No shit,” I laughed.

“His name’s Jack,” Sam said with excitement. “He’s an actor. I mean... he goes to a lot of auditions. I don’t think he's been in anything yet.”

“Yeah Ty!” I cheered. “Tag that ass."

A lightbulb went on above my head.

“Bro, we should help Jack out!” I suggested. “Put him in the machine and make him buff like me... I get porn offers like... all the time!”

“Ty says he wants to act in movies,” Sam chuckled. “The kind you see at a movie theatre.”

“For real bro, there’s this theatre in West Hollywood where –“

“Nah bro, the other kind of theatre,” Sam interrupted. “Besides, he says Jack doesn’t know about the machine, and Ty doesn’t want to bring it up. Says it’s nice, just flirting with a regular guy. Feels normal, y’know?”

“Normal’s overrated,” I said, squeezing my pec. "Trust me."

Sam laughed and gave me a slap on the ass. My cock was starting to tent out my briefs – between Tyler’s new guy and Sam’s beefy bod... I was getting horny again.

And Eddie’s ass was just upstairs.

“Hey brah, I’m gonna go and uh...”

“Ride Eddie til he screams?”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “How’d you know?”

“Bro,” Sam laughed. “Everyone in earshot knows. Tourists at nearby hotels know!”

“Whatever brah,” I smirked. “It's who I am.”

Eddie rode my cock for like... forever.

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And that's The Himbo Machine!  I want y'all to know that I never would have gotten through this without you.  Thank you so much for your support and your attention.

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-Derek

P.S.: Catch of the Day won the poll for our next Horny Himbo story!  You'll see the next chapter of that by the end of September.