Archer wasn’t sure who had sent the box, but he felt compelled to try on the mask inside as soon as he saw it. Though he had an average build before, putting on the mask had seemed to trigger a transformation. He felt stronger, sexier, more confident. His shirt feeling more snug than before, he went to the mirror to confirm the changes. 
He had to see more, so he quickly stripped off his shirt to reveal a flatter and more defined stomach than just minutes ago. He couldn’t believe it as he felt his new body, a formerly smooth chest now hardened and adorned with fur.
He had to see more, so he quickly stripped off his shirt to reveal a flatter and more defined stomach than just minutes ago. He couldn’t believe it as he felt his new body, a formerly smooth chest now hardened and adorned with fur.
The newly transformed hunk flexed his muscles, admiring his bulging biceps. While he hadn’t become a hulk, he now looked like he regularly visited the gym. He wasn’t sure if the effects would remain if he took the mask off, but he probably should have removed it immediately after knowing the changes – for masks like that always come at a price. The mask had begun to absorb up his intelligence, though the brain drain was slow at first – too slow for him to notice as he remained fixated on flexing various body parts. ‘Impressive,’ he thought, as he flexed his triceps in a way that also made his pecs look more round. He was loving it.
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The mask had begun to absorb up his intelligence, though the brain drain was slow at first – too slow for him to notice as he remained fixated on flexing various body parts. ‘Impressive,’ he thought, as he flexed his triceps in a way that also made his pecs look more round. He was loving it.
“Really Coach? Damn. I guess I’ll just start with, MaskSlave, take off your shirt.”
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Still, as the muscle jock flexed in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel his muscles should be used for more. Ignorant that his new tracks had been conditioning him to feel that way, Carter simply kept flexing until his phone rang. 
And the more he began to worship his muscle, the more he realized his muscle was meant to be worshiped. He was an Alpha, and he needed to show off that muscle. He needed to make other men submit to his muscle. The thought of that turned him on more as he began to lick his own biceps.
It feels so natural to have a camera pointing at you, filming you, capturing your new exhibitionist lifestyle. It is such a turn on to know that others are going to enjoy watching you, and that they themselves will get so turned on by your mere sexy presence. It’s hot to think that the more you show off for them, the more you turn them on – and that turns you on more.
