A Better Man 2

[Clarence591]

[COLOR=silver]Thank you to everyone who wrote comments for part 1.[/COLOR]


[COLOR=silver]Part 2[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben woke-up to strained music. He was in his bedroom. Like almost every morning, his room mate was playing the guitar in the next room. Everything looked hazy and his mouth was extremely dry. He was lying on top of his covers, completely dressed. He struggled to move his body, his joints felt stiff and achy. He forced himself to sit up, his legs dangled over the side of his twin-size mattress. He felt a jolt of pain when his package was squeezed between his thighs. He put his hand on his crotch. His ring finger slipped into a hole on the underside of his jeans. He bent forward to see the hole. It was about a half inch in diameter. The material around the hole was scorched. It looked like a cigarette burn. He stood up slowly and removed his pants to examine the hole again. He removed his underwear and found a similar hole in the same area. He grabbed his balls and felt the pain again. He gently lifted his scrotum and found a mark burned into his flesh, like he was branded. ?What the fuck?? Ben said aloud. His clothes had a strangely familiar odor. He pulled off his shirt. He put the garment to his nose. The sweet and spicy scent caused an image of an old Chinese man to flash in his mind. He struggled to balance himself on one leg as he pulled on a pair of cargo shorts he found on the floor. He staggered to the door and went into the living room. The volume level of the music increased as he passed his room mate on the couch and entered the kitchen.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You look like shit, dude? his room mate said without stopping his strumming. Ben didn?t answer as he continued his slow march to the refrigerator. He opened the appliance door and removed a bottle of apple juice. He twisted off the cap and chugged the contents. ?What happened to you last night, Ben? Why were you in China town??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?China town?? Ben asked in a gravelly voice.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, this buff Chinese dude, in like these happening clothes, brought you home. You were totally shit-faced. He dumped you onto your bed and split without saying a word. I figured he had to be from China town to wear that getup.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I took the bus there to get something to eat.? Ben said as he rubbed his head. ?There was this dog and this strange old guy who was smoking something. He gave me some tea. I?ve got his burn mark on my balls. I thought it was from a cigarette, but now I don?t know.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What?? Ben?s room mate stopped playing his guitar for the first time. He got up and walked to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. ?Some old guy drugged you and burned your balls. My God you are such a loser.? He continued holding back his laughter. ?Is your ass sore too? He probably fucked you with his shriveled Chink dick.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Fuck you, Holt. This isn?t funny. Who knows what he did to me? Ben cupped his balls again, this time the pain wasn?t as sharp. He squeezed is ass cheeks together, but felt nothing. He suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed without a shirt on. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Don?t panic, dude. I was only kidding. The guy might have been old, but not desperate enough to stake your scrawny ass. He probably jut mugged you.? Holt could see Ben was still concerned. ?Hey Rockefeller, it?s not like you ever carry more than $20. The most valuable thing you own is that lame bus pass. The guy?s a freak, who gets off drugging young dudes. The burn was probably from a cigarette like you said. Was the perv smoking?? Ben shook his head. ?There you go. How old was he??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Old, like Methuselah, old.? Ben said feeling more relieved.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No worries, dude. A guy that old can?t get it up anyway. Good news, you?re still a virgin.? Holt joked as he put his large hand on Ben?s narrow bare chest and pushed him backwards. At the moment Holt touched him, a jolt of pain went through Ben?s head and throat. Ben groaned and bent forward in pain. ?What a wus? I hardly touched you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, it wasn?t that? Ben?s voice cracked as he spoke. ?Uhm, hmm, it felt like someone put an ice pick through my temple and punched me in the throat at the same time.? Ben cleared his voice as he straightened up and rubbed his forehead and neck. ?But it?s gone now.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Maybe it was a migraine? I hear they can come on very fast and intensely? Holt commented.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?It was strange; I never felt anything like that before. Ahem, hmm. Does my voice sound different to you?? Ben asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, deeper? Holt said before adding, ?Hey maybe you are finally going through puberty, Benji!?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=black][COLOR=silver]?Ha, Ha!?[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?In your case, it?s more likely a cold.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Why don?t you go back to working on your song? Don?t you have a gig tomorrow night?? Ben said feeling better.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, I?ve been working on this same stanza for over a week. I just can?t seem to get it right? Holt went back to the guitar on the sofa. He started strumming the strings again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I know. I?ve woken up to it every day. It?s in my subconscious. I can play it better than you at this point??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Now who?s being funny? Holt said with some arrogance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, I know you are the musical genius and I can?t tell the difference between an A sharp from a B flat.? Ben said with some remorse. He watched Holt play a few chords and sing the same lines over. Holt was an extremely good singer and songwriter. Ben was always a little envious of his talent. ?I?m going to take a shower.? Holt didn?t? respond, but then again there was no reason for him too. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben took a long, hot shower. He spent more time than usual cleaning his ball sack and ass crack. He thoroughly brushed his teeth and gargled twice with Listerine. He got dressed in some clean clothes and felt much better. He walked back into the kitchen, humming along with Holt?s singing. Ben started to make his breakfast. Once gain Holt got to the same point and stopped. He slammed this hand into the couch. ?This is so frustrating. I?ve never been blocked like this before.? He played the song again and stopped at the same spot. ?Fuck?, Holt said before throwing his guitar onto the chair on the other side of the room.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben stopped eating his cereal, and walked into the living room. He picked up the guitar. ?I don?t know what the big deal is, the answer is so obvious?. Ben positioned the guitar on his knee as if he had been playing for years. He played the same part of the song then went into a complicated chord change. Go from the G into a split C/E to get to the bridge. And change the lyric from ?She?s the one I dream about? to ?You are the one I dream about?, the additional syllable makes the line flow better. Ben sang the song in perfect pitch. His voice was strong and pure hitting notes that Holt could not. After completing the song, Ben stopped and looked at a stunned Holt.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What was that?? Holt asked. ?Since when can you play guitar and sing like that.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben didn?t think about what he was doing, it just came naturally to him. The realization of what he had just done sank in. He stood up and handed the guitar to Holt. ?I don?t know. I heard you struggling with it, and somehow I just knew how to fix the song.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?So now you?re suddenly a better singer and song writer than I am. Is that what you?re saying, Benji?? Holt stood. His tone was one of anger and jealousy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, of course not, Holt. I just thought I could help you?. Ben answered backing away from bigger man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Did I ask for your help??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No. I?m sorry.? Ben continued his backward movement toward the door. ?I?ve got to be going. I?m late for class.? Ben picked-up his backpack. ?I?ll clean up my dishes when I get home.? Ben closed the door and stood in the hall. He looked at his hands trying to understand why he could now play the guitar. He remembered how his voice changed after the sudden pain in his throat. Did that have something to do with his new singing ability? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben kept on thinking about what happened as he walked the campus. He hardly remembered anything about his first class. His daydreaming was abruptly ended in Statistics when the professor announced a pop quiz. The entire class groaned and the professor smiled. He then reminded the class that quizzes make up a quarter of their overall grade. He got some sadistic joy out of tormenting his students. He loved using his genius IQ to make others feel inferior. Ben heard the guy behind him talking to someone, ?Which one of the five languages Maniac Mandrel speaks, do you think would be the best to tell him to go fuck himself.? The professor walked behind his students handing out the quiz and making sure everyone had put away their books and cell phones. He put the test face down in front of Ben, who went to turn it over. The professor grabbed Ben?s hand; again Ben felt an intense jolt of pain in his head. ?Shit?, Ben whispered.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What did you say to me young man?? Mandrel asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Nothing, sir. My head hurt for a minute? Ben answered rubbing his forehead. ?I?m sorry, professor.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Your head hurt, well based on your grades it?s not from having too much knowledge up there is it?? Mandrel said loudly. Ben heard several of his classmates laugh. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, sir?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I am going to say this again. I hope all your bright young minds will be able to comprehend this time. Do not turn over your quiz, until I instruct you to do so.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yes, sir? the class said in unison.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The professor finished distributing the quiz and returned to the front of the classroom. ?You will have 35 minutes to complete the quiz. Those of you who do not finish in time, which I?m sure will be the majority, should be aware that no answer is a wrong answer. If anyone does finish, bring it to me and you can leave.? He looked at his watch, ?You can begin now.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben turned over his paper and wrote his name. He knew at least he would get that right. The read the first question, it was an easy one. He thought Mandrel was lulling the class into a false sense of security by starting off with something simple. But the second question was easy too. Ben found all ten questions amazingly easy. He finished in only twelve minutes. Ben slowly stood up and walked to the professor?s desk. He thought it odd he was the first one to complete the quiz. ?Do you have a question?? the professor asked without looking up.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, sir. I?m finished?, Ben whispered.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Finished? Did you finish or did you give up?? Mandrel asked loudly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, I answered all the questions? Ben said holding up his paper.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?ll be the judge of that, young man? the professor ripped the paper from Ben?s hand. He looked at the first answer and gave Ben a strange look. ?Congratulations, you got the first one right. Of course that was a soft one.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I knew it. I thought it was easy too. I was surprised; the whole test was kind of easy.? Ben said.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Why don?t you take your seat?.Benjamin? the professor had to read the student?s name off the quiz paper, ?while I check the remainder of your answers to my easy questions.? Ben turned around and saw several of the other students staring at him as he returned to his seat. He sat there while the professor reviewed his test. Ben used the time to review the older tests in had in his backpack. He didn?t understand why he got so many questions wrong. None were that difficult. Mandrel indicated he wanted Ben to come to his desk. ?Congratulations, Mr.Hamilton, you have answered every question correctly. This is quite a feat for someone with a less than stellar track record.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Everything just seemed to click today.? Ben tried to explain his improved performance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Really, just out of the blue, you are a statistical genius?, the professor said in a sarcastic tone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I never said that, professor? Ben put his hands into his pockets and hunched his thin shoulders. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Well, you must be to sail through these questions. Questions I spent several hours putting together and which you called kind of easy. Maybe you think you should be teaching this class, since it is so easy.? Mandrel?s tone was getting louder and angrier.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben was getting nervous. He crossed his arms over his chest and squeezed to relieve some of the tension. ?No, sir. I just think your great teaching has finally sunk in. The student is only as good as his teacher, right??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Don?t bullshit me, boy. The only way you could get every question right in only 15 minutes on one of my tests is if you cheated.? The professor stood up and leaned into the frightened student.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, I swear I dddidn?t?? Ben tried to defend himself meekly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I will be notifying the dean about this and ask for a full investigation. Until then you are suspended from my class. Now get out of my sight.? The professor yelled, his face turning red from his rage. He sat down and lowered his head to return to his paperwork. Ben took a few steps backward, before turning and running out of the class.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben wondered around campus and found himself at the cafeteria. He sat at an empty table to consume his chocolate milk and Twinkies, his usual lunch. He also ate alone as usual. He took out his statistics text book. He skimmed the chapters. It all seemed so obvious, almost at the level of common sense. He moved to the last chapters that hadn?t been covered in class yet. The new material seemed matter-of-fact too. He usually had to read each paragraph several times and highlight passages before it partially sunk in. But now he just had to glance over the words and problems before he understood it completely. Ben opened his English Lit book and it too seemed almost remedial. Two girls he recognized from his statistics class walked by his table. They looked at him then whispered to each other. Ben knew he was labeled as a cheater now. It would only be a matter of time before it spread throughout the entire school. He finished his chocolate milk before he opened another text book. He read an entire semester?s amount of work in less than an hour and thoroughly comprehended the subject. Ben tried to use his new found intelligence to make sense of what was happening to him. First the music thing and then the academics; somehow his brain was radically changed over night. That old guy in China town must have done something to him. That was the only explanation, regardless how implausible, of his new found abilities. Ben looked up at the clock and realized he had been in the cafeteria for over two hours. He was going to be late for work.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben ran to the bus stop in time to see the number 8 about a block passed his stop. ?Damn it? he said between gasps for air. Out of breath from his quarter mile jog, he took a seat on the bench. He checked his watch; that must have been the 1:16 bus. The next one wouldn?t be for another half hour. He couldn?t wait; he had to get to work. He saw the bus route map attached to the side panel of the bus stop enclosure. It always looked like a confusing mess of multi-colored spaghetti before, but now he saw patterns and order to the lines. He realized he just had to walk 2 blocks to catch the number 9 bus and transfer to the 14b, then to the 23A. He calculated, if he made all his connections, he would arrive at work at 1:54. ?Perfecto!? he said aloud. He quickly walked 2 blocks and caught his bus. When he made his second transfer he was confident he would get to work on time, he finally started to relax. As he sat, two Hispanic women were in the seat in front of him. They were having a conversation, not particularly loud, but Ben could hear them. They two were discussing the bus routes and which would be the fastest to the county courthouse. Ben with his now detailed knowledge of the entire bus system knew both were wrong. The two went back and forth arguing the issue. Ben wished he had brought his mp3 player to help block out the noise. Eventually Ben had enough, he politely but sternly, interrupted the two women and told them the correct way in great detail. The surprised women thanked him. One woman commended him on how well he spoke Spanish, with no noticeable American accent. ?Que?? asked a confused Ben. Then he realized he was speaking Spanish. He spoke and understood Spanish perfectly. Before today, the only Spanish he knew was on the Taco Bell menu. But to him the two ladies could have as easily been speaking English. Ben?s mind was reeling. What was happening to him? He didn?t have time to work on the problem, his stop was next.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben walked to couple of blocks to the gym rubbing his forehead, as if trying to squeeze the answers out of his brain. He found Mr.Griggs at the counter talking with a newspaper reporter. It was apparent he was enjoying the attention. The boss man waved to his employee to come over. Mr.Griggs shook Ben?s hand and introduced him to the newsman. Ben exchanged niceties and quickly excused himself. He entered his safe zone, the storage area. He hung up his backpack and stepped into his baggy coveralls. He pulled the top half up over his arms and shoulders, before zipping it closed. He looked in the full length mirror attached to the back of the room?s only door. He thought, why today of all days does this weird shit have to be happening. He was going to meet ChaseJameson, the world?s most perfect man today. He took a deep breath, then another. ?Everything is fine. Just do your job and deal with all the other shit tomorrow. Okay, okay?, Ben gave himself a thumbs-up to enforce his pep talk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben quickly walked through the locker room and picked-up the scattered towels. He emptied the trash can and carried the half-full bag onto the gym floor. He put the garbage bag he carried into the trash can in the gym. He looked around to see who was here. The gym was more crowded than usual, but most people weren?t working out. They were dressed in street clothes and hung around the lobby. It looked like they would have a good turn-out for Mr.Universe. Ben saw two regulars using the equipment. It was the Iron Spike and Geoff. He knew neither of them would be impressed by Chase. To Spike, Chase was just a poser. Geoff was a better looking man and saw the bodybuilder?s massive musculature as a hindrance, not an advantage.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Spike was working his superhuman chest on the incline bench press. He was had just finished a set with 440 pounds. He loaded another twenty pounds onto the bar. Spike positioned his square-shaped body under the bar. He threw his arms back to stretch out his thick pecs. He grabbed the bar and took a deep breath. Ben watched as his body fought to raise the weight. Spike?s face grew red, the bar shook along with the lifter?s arms, but it did not rise. Spike released his grip and sat up. He rubbed his solid tits through the sweat soaked t-shirt he wore. He turned to see Ben staring at him. Ben quickly turned away and bent down to pick up a towel. Ben looked back at Spike and saw him try the weight again, but again he failed. Spike got up and rubbed his chest again. He stood up this time. He shook out his legs and arms. He swung his arms back and forth the best he could. His muscle bound physique limited the movement. He sat down on the bench again and tried the lift for a third time; but failed. He sat up and pounded his fists into his massive thighs. He got up and walked the few feet to the dumbbell racks. He picked up a 120 pounder in each hand and started to do quick alternate curls to help psych himself up. Ben was standing next to the incline bench now which still held 460 pound bar. Spike tossed the weights back into the rack and turned around to face the bench. A startled Ben started to wipe Spike?s sweat from the vacated bench. Spike gave Ben a dirty look.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yyyour sssupposed to wipe off the equipment when your done?, Ben said nervously.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Spike walked up Ben. The musky scent radiating from Spike?s pores invaded Ben?s nose. Ben could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Ben?s three inch height advantage was easily negated by Spike?s overwhelming breadth. Only inches from Spike, Ben felt like a stick figure. Spike finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity to Ben. ?Then you wouldn?t have a job, little man.? To demean Ben even more, Spike patted the weaker man?s head as if he were a child. Ben felt intense pain flash throughout his entire body. His muscles seized, paralyzing him. Spike didn?t even notice, he walked by Ben, hitting him with his bowling ball sized shoulder as he passed. Unable to control his balance, Ben?s stiff body fell into the incline bench.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Spike continued his trek to the squat machine on the other side of gym. The intense pain left Ben?s body as quickly as it came. Finally able to move his arms, Ben clung onto the weight bench to keep himself for collapsing. He slowly lowered his body onto the bench. He twisted his body into the proper position; as he willed his limbs to move, they felt different. They were heavier and stiffer. Ben let his head rest on the back of bench. He was breathing heavy and sweating. His overalls felt confining and hot on him. This felt worse than the flash head aches he experienced earlier. He wanted to bring his right hand to his brow to wipe the sweat away. But, his upper arm and shoulder felt tight, he fought to make contact with his head. He felt like something was tearing around his shoulder. He twisted uncomfortably to look at his shoulder, his overalls look undamaged. He brought his left hand to examine his right shoulder. The tightness in his left shoulder was similar to his right. This time he heard the sound of tearing, but the sound was muffled. He took turns looking at and feeling the clothing around his shoulders. The cloth was okay, but what it covered felt different. His shoulders and upper arm felt larger and much harder. Ben stopped exploring his overalls and finally wiped his forehead dry. He let his arms drop, closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. He was feeling much better, almost invigorated. But his chest still felt like it was in a vice. It made breathing difficult. He wondered if he was having a heart attack. But he deduced he didn?t have any of the typical systems and based on his age and family history, it was highly unlikely. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben opened his eyes. They slowly focused on the weight bar in front of him. He noticed black, scuff-like marks on the metal bar. ?Damn, cheap weight gloves?, he said under his breath. He held the bar in one hand, and pulled a towel out of his pocket with the other. He brought the towel to the bar and started to vigorously wipe it. The marks proofed to be stubborn. He wiped faster and pressed up on the bar more. The edges of the glove and resin residue disappeared, but the larger deposits remained. Ben pressed harder, suddenly one side of the bar rose off the rack. Ben quickly lowered his arms. ?What the fuck?? he said. He stared at the bar for few seconds. He wrapped the towel around the back of his neck. He grabbed the weight bar with both hands. He took a couple of quick, deep breaths and pressed up. He heard the bar rattle in the rack. Ben pushed harder, his back arching away from bench. He clenched his teeth and exerted more effort. The bar rose out off the rack. Ben felt and heard the tearing again, this time around his chest. Ben lowered the bar. Not truly believing what he just did, ?Shit!? he said astonished. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]It was easier to breath now; the restricting feeling around his chest was much less. He could feel his abdominals clench when he pulled himself into the sitting position. Ben put his hand on chest. It felt more round and much, much harder. He slowly lowered the long zipper that ran down the center his coveralls. The two sides of the zipper pulled away from each other revealing the source of the tearing. The t-shirt he wore underneath was ripped down the center. A set of defined pectoral muscles protruded through the tattered cotton. He pulled apart the coveralls to increase the size of the opening. He saw more tears of his undershirt at the shoulders. Ben put his hand over one of the solid slabs of muscle. ?This is awesome.? His hand traveled to his other pec, his fingers falling into the crevice between the two granite mounds. It felt like someone implanted two 8 inch cast iron frying pans under his skin. ?So hard?, Ben whispered as he instinctively flexed his new found muscle tits. As he continued to feel up his steely torso, his cock was becoming as hard as his muscles. Ben looked down and saw a growing bulge at his crotch. His confined erection brought to mind, his shirt wasn?t the only too tight article of clothing. Ben stood up making sure to keep his back to the rest of the gym. He undid the button closure of his jeans and struggled to pull down the taunt zipper. The slim-fit denim was now filled to capacity by Ben?s thicker thighs and ass. He stuck his hand down his underwear and pulled his still rather small stiffy up toward his newly toned stomach. The freedom from the painful pressure made Ben sigh in relief. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Excuse me, do you work here?? a voice interrupted Ben?s pleasurable moment. Ben frantically tried to zip up his coveralls. In his panic, the zipper got stuck a third of the way up. Ben felt a hand tap him on the shoulder, ?Excuse me. I asked if you worked here.? Ben saw a figure move around him out of the corner of his eye. He turned his body in the same direction so the other person wouldn?t see the state of his clothes. Ben pulled the towel from around his neck and draped it over his head. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Can I help you?? Ben responded and quickly knelt down next to the inclined bench. He pretended to be working on it?s underside in attempt to avoid making eye contact with the other person. He saw the legs of his inquisitor appear on the other side of the bench. One glance at their flawless shape, tightly covered in smooth tan skin, and he knew they had to belong to Geoff. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, there doesn?t seem to be any power going to the second treadmill?, Geoff stated.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Okay, as soon as I get done here. I?ll check it out?, Ben said. His voice exhibited a lot of stress.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Geoff leaned in to try to see the worker?s face, but the angle and towel prevented him. He leaned in closer. He put his hands on the padded seat to stabilize his bent over stance. ?Are you feeling okay??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yes sir, I?m fine. I should be done here in a minute or two.? Ben answered as he lowered his head even more. As he squatted, the too tight jeans were restricting his blood flow. Ben repositioned his legs and lost his balance. He grabbed for the bench, Ben?s hand landed on top of Geoff?s. Another flash of pain ran through Ben. This time it was his entire body, from head to toe. Ben instinctively put his hands over the most painful area, his face. He toppled over in the fetal position, temporarily paralyzed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Oh my God, are you all right?? Geoff moved around the bench to kneel next to Ben. The model pulled the towel off of Ben?s head surprised to find a head covered in wavy blonde hair, a lighter shade than his own. Ben started to recover and lowered his hands. He turned and looked up at Geoff who had a strange look on his face. ?Are you okay?? Geoff asked for a third time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben twisted his body and sat up. ?Yeah, I?m fine now. I just had a muscle spasm.? Ben answered running his fingers over his face. It felt strange, weird to him. He finally looked at Geoff. Geoff?s eyes darted from Ben?s face to his torso. Ben looked down and saw his coveralls were wide open due to his crunched position; his shredded t-shirt and chest on display. Ben did a double take, his chest looked different. He still had protruding slaps of muscle, but his pecs looked more defined. They were broader, flatter, more square in shape. He could see the striations of the muscles hanging from his breast bone. He could also see a perfect set of ab muscles bulging below his more perfect chest. His skin was tan almost golden in color, instead of his usual pasty complexion. There was no sign of his freckles or scattered moles either. His soft, doughboy appearance was gone. Ben pulled his overalls closed the best he could with one hand while he stood up. Geoff helped him. Once on his feet, Ben tried to straighten his clothes. They felt tighter, almost restricting everywhere except his waist. Ben ran his fingers through his hair pushing it out of his face. His hair felt different in his fingers; thicker and silkier. He found Geoff staring at him again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Geoff must have noticed Ben?s discomfort. ?Sorry to stare, but I thought you were somebody else. Do you work here?? Geoff asked scanning Ben?s uniform.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yes, for the past several months?, Ben said a little annoyed. He was getting tired of not being noticed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Geoff looked at Ben?s face intently and scanned his body again before asking, ?Have you ever done any modeling??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben chuckled, ?Eh, no.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I don?t want you to think this is some come-on line or that I?m hitting on you. Because I?m sure that happens all the time. I?ve got a girlfriend, I?m perfectly straight. But I think you could be a model.? Geoff hesitated for a moment still staring at Ben. ?I?m sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is GeoffRoberts. I?m a model and know what clients are looking for. And you have it. I?ve never seen such perfect bone structure and your skin is amazing. If you?re interested I could introduce you to my agent.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben looked around the room trying to figure out why Geoff was saying this to him. Was he being punked? Would Geoff start laughing at him any minute? Ben took a step back and said ?I don?t think so.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Are you sure? You can make a lot more money modeling than you can working here.? Ben shook his head no as he continued his retreat. ?Well, if you change your mind. I?m here almost every day.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben turned and started to walk back to the storage room. He needed to figure out what was going on with him. He quickened his pace, looking behind him to check on Geoff. As he entered the locker room he ran into Damon, the basketball player. Ben raised his hands as did Damon when they collided. When the two men touched, the paralyzing pain overtook Ben?s body again. He fell backwards and was caught by someone behind him. Ben felt his head make contact with the person?s chest causing a second burst of pain centered in his crotch. Ben?s body was fully functional within seconds. Oddly he was getting used to these painful shocks. He straightened up, or tried to. His coveralls where forcing him to hunch over. When he tried to stand, he gave himself a painful wedgie. Ben pulled the coveralls off his shoulders allowing him to stand completely erect. He went to apologize to Damon for running into him, but stopped when he realized they were the same height. In fact Ben was slightly taller than the basketball star. ?No, way? Ben whispered. He then turned to see who caught him. It was Beefstick. Ben actually had to look down to see him. Ben quickly regained his composure. His body was racked with pain, he had to get out of there fast. ?Sorry guys, totally my fault.? The two other men just stared, mouth agape, at the taller, larger, more handsome, muscular man in the torn t-shirt. Ben walked away as quickly as he could, but it felt like his legs were in a cast. His feet were gnarled inside his sneakers. It felt like an elephant was standing on his balls, each step adding more pressure. He hobbled into the stock room and locked the door behind him. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Once safe from view, Ben immediately fell to the floor. He reached for his sneakers and pulled at the laces. He heard a ripping sound and felt a little relief at his groin He pulled off his shoes. His feet were red and distorted. He rubbed each foot to sooth the twisted joints and tendons. As the pain subsided Ben wiggled his toes to encourage the blood to flow freely to his digits. With his legs spread out before him, he saw the coverall?s cuffs were now at mid-calf. He laid on his back and peeled the outer layer of clothing off of him. That?s when the real problem became apparent. The jeans which were once loose on him, now were so tight his legs looked like blue sausages. He couldn?t even bend his knees. Luckily he had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans earlier. He saw the bulge of his cock behind his underwear protruding from the spread open zipper. He reached inside the fly of his boxers with two fingers and tried to pull out his rod which was trapped in a pant leg. But he couldn?t get a grip.. With the pain from his feet ended, the pain from his balls took top priority. Feeling frustrated, Ben brought his other hand to the fly and pulled, the thin cotton fabric of the boxers ripped easily. For the first time Ben could see his cock. It was amazingly thick and long, even in its flaccid state. He pulled the rubbery hose out and let it fall on his stomach. But Ben couldn?t enjoy his new endowment yet. He forced his hand into the larger underwear opening and pulled up on his balls. He bit his lower lip as the pain intensified momentarily until his big boys emerged from the hole and spilled out onto his lap. Ben fell back onto the floor to catch his breath. The cool concrete floor felt good on his back. He felt the cold on his ass too. He put a hand under his seat and felt his ass. At least he thought it was his ass. The seat of his jeans and underwear had split when he sat down. ?good thing? Ben thought. He returned his hand to his balls and massaged them to encourage the pain to subside. God, they felt so good in his hand. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]As the feeling to his balls returned, he realized his legs were becoming numb. The tight pants were acting as a tourniquet, cutting off his blood flow. He grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled down. The jeans only lowered to the top of his thighs. Ben pushed harder, but the jeans would not pass his beefy upper legs. Ben rested for a moment and looked around the room. He saw a pair of scissors he used to unpack the gym?s merchandise. Ben rolled over onto his stomach, crushing his balls again. ?Fuck?, he moaned. He had to remember his boys were much bigger now. He stretched for the scissors. Amazed at how far his longer limbs could reach. He rolled onto his back and started to cut the jean?s waist band. As soon as he passed the pocket stitching, the fabric split open all the way to the cuff allowing his muscular leg to explode through. Ben cut the cuff before starting the other side. He gave a sigh of relief and flexed his legs to get the blood going again. Finally able to bend his knees, Ben got his feet. He used a combination of brute strength and the scissors to remove the tattered remains of his underwear and t-shirt. Ben was completely nude. He looked around the room. Everything looked so different, so small and fragile. He saw his reflection in the full length mirror and gasped. ?Jesus Christ, is that me?? Ben walked closer to the mirror. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]He ran his fingers through his wavy golden blonde hair. Then he followed the exquisite contours of his masculine face; the perfect arch of his brow, the straight line of his nose, the full outline of his soft lips, and sharp edge of his jaw line and strong cleft chin. ?How now brown cow? he said to make sure the man in mirror was really him. He made funny faces. But no matter what he did he still looked beautiful. Ben laughed. ?I?m fucking gorgeous. I?m a bigger, better looking version of Geoff?. His attention then went to his body. He twisted his torso slightly from side to side to search for a body flaw, but found none. His physique was tall and perfectly symmetrical. Every muscle was large and full, pushing out through his tight, smooth, bronze skin. He flexed his arms in a double bicep pose and smiled as his upper arms grew and hardened into baseballs. He twisted his torso to see the sculpted hill and valleys of his shoulders and back. He followed his spine down to his smooth, round ass cheeks. His shifted is weight and watched the twin mounds lift higher. He commanded the long muscle slabs to emerge from his thighs. He turned to face the mirror again. He ran his hands over his broad chest. The slightest movement made his prominent pec meat bounce. Ben then crunched his waist, and counted six solid bricks morph from his flat stomach. The exploration of his new body was affecting one body part more than any other. His cock was standing perpendicular to his body. It?s massive weight and size preventing it was passing beyond the 90 degree mark. Ben wrapped his large, strong hands around the 2 ? diameter testing its hardness. He gently stroked the foot long cannon enjoying every erotic sensation. He easily reached a bottle of hand lotion on the shelf 3 feet away without taking a step. The bottle looked so small in his large, square hand. He squeezed the bottle and a too large glop of moisturizer came out. ?Damn, I have to get used to my new strength.? He worked the lotion in his hands than applied the excess to his athletic body. The cr?me made his skin feel slicker, like silk on warm steel. The coating made his skin glisten in the florescent light. He used the last bit of lotion to cover his now throbbing tool. The slick surface allowed him to quicken his strokes. Ben mixed his pre-cum with the lotion, making a better lube. He put one hand on the door to hold himself up, while the other hand slid across his burning hot shaft. Heat radiated from his entire body as his pulse quickened and his breathing became fast and shallow. Ben kept his eyes open to watch his new body reach climax. With a soft moan, he released his seed. Within seconds, the third and final volley was expelled from his enormously powerful balls. Ben couldn?t believe the amount of fluid he produced. The intensity of the pleasure he experienced surpassed the increase in cum. He recovered quickly and tore some paper towels from the dispenser. With a quick jerk of his arm, he sent the entire apparatus crashing to the floor. ?Shit, remember, go easy?. He took the paper towel in his hand and wiped his cock dry, squeezing the last bit of juice from its decreasing length. With one hand on his cock, his other hand went to massage his sack. He rolled the huge stones between his fingers and gently squeezed the whole overflowing package. That?s when he felt the imperfection. He pulled his balls up and fingered the mark. Looking in the mirror, Ben remembered it was the branding from Wen Chu. The old man?s words came back to him, ?With a touch, you will be better than those you admire.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben looked into his reflected eyes, ?Better than those you admire.? Ben released his abundant package and brought his hands to his throat. ?I admired Holt?s musical talent. So when he touched me this morning I became the better musician.? Ben?s mind was working in overdrive. ?That?s why I aced Mandrell?s quiz. I always wished I was as smart as the professor and now am I more intelligent?? Ben began to pace. ?Wait, this can?t be happening. Mandrel speaks five languages, so do I speak six? English, Espanol, Portuguese, Italiano, Francais, and?Deutch. KeinWeg!? Ben walked back to the mirror and flexed his powerful arms. ?I?m stronger than Spike?. He examined his flawless face, ?Better looking than Geoff?. He rubbed his long, taunt, vein crossed six-pack, ?taller and leaner than Damon and better hung than Beef Stick.? Ben grabbed his voluminous ball sack, ?I bet little Beef Stick would finally throw on a pair of boxers if I started to lurk around the locker room.? Ben laughed softly. The sight of his muscular torso tensing from the chuckle made his cock pulse. ?This is so much better than I ever dreamed.? Ben?s tool ceased expanding as a thought came to mind. What if this is only good for one day? Wen Chu said ?on the date of my birth. Shit I forget it was my birthday. I?m just as bad as my mother. Does that mean after today, I?ll be back to good ol? Benji? I?ve got to know.? Ben needed answers from Wen Chu.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Ben realized he couldn?t leave without some sort of clothing. One of the shelving units in the room stored the clothing the gym sold. He found a sweat outfit in size 2X. He knew it would be too big for him, but he needed the spare material to compensate for his towering height. He stepped into the pants and tied the long drawstring taunt around his 34? waist. He looked in the mirror. The outline of his manhood was obscenely noticeable in the loosely gathered material. Ben looked around and found a pair of spandex shorts. The same shorts he made fun of his boss for wearing. He pulled the large sized shorts up, the material reluctantly expanding as it moved up his thick thighs. As the garment reached its final destination, it protested against the bulk it was expected to contain. Ben stuck his hands down the front to adjust his uncomfortably encased junk, As he fought for more material up front, the back center seam dug deeper between the granite-like globes of his ass. He pulled the stretchy material in every direction in an attempt to make the snug shorts more accommodating. After a minute or two, he gave up on the losing battle. He realized he had to get used to his clothes being much tighter. He slipped on the sweatpants again. While still obvious he was a big man, at least it didn?t look like he was shoplifting salami. He pulled on the matching sweatshirt and stepped into a pair of shower sandals he had found. His long toes and heels surpassed the skimpy foot bed. The sandals were marked as one size fits most and at a size 12EEE they did. But Ben was no longer part of ?the most?, he estimated he wore at least a size 14 shoe now. Ben gave himself one last quick glance in the mirror. He ran his hands through his silky tresses to smooth out his wavy mane. He still couldn?t believe the reflection was really him. He was the best looking man he had ever seen. He felt his cock pulse with lust again. He pulled himself away and opened the storage room door.[/COLOR]

[abbraxis]

AWESOME!

I'll have more to say after I read part 2.5.

[avatarnw]

Great pacing. Great description. Keep it going. Can't wait to read the next chapter.

[niemand63]

Hot story! Can't wait to read more!