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.
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.
All these changes were stirring Archer’s dick, arousing him more further and further. Yet the harder he got, the more all he could focus on was his newly hard muscle in the mirror. “Fuck, I just stopped home at lunch, I need to get back to work.” But he couldn’t draw himself away.His mind began growing fuzzy. “Work… where do I work?” Yet such uncertainties quickly faded from mind, absorbed into the mask. “Me sexy,” he thought, as he began slipping his hands into his pants that soon were starting to slide off. Why was he hiding his leg muscles?
Muscles were meant to be seen, and he loved to show off all his muscles. Muscles were his job. Build muscle. Flex muscle. Show off muscle. Have muscles worshiped and used. It felt so good. The little brains he had left seemed to now be in his dick. “Dick hard. Muscles hard.” He might not have fully understood what had happened, but he seemed to now be aware that his only way of thinking was to think with his dick. He stared down at it, marveling at it. “Mmmm brain so horny.” He stroked his dick as his jeans slid further down.
Soon he found himself so overwhelmed by lust for his own muscle that he simply could not keep himself from stroking. He laid on the ground, stroking and stroking,Had he read the instructions that had stuck to the bottom of the box before trying on the mask, he would have known of its transformative properties and also would have been seen a warning: “Do not cum with mask on, or the transformation will be permanent.” Then again, with as amazing as it felt to have that new body, maybe this always would have been his fate. Archer had essentially become a total muscle goon, and he fucking loved it.
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