NEW STORY: A Fresh Start - Chapter 1: Mike V2.0

[Beemer133]

Here is the first chapter to the new story I'm working on. I've re-read a bunch of times making minor tweaks and changes. However, as a dslyexic I'm sure its not perfect. Hope its enjoyable for everyone and let me know if you've got suggestions on where I should take Mike in the future.

Thnx for reading!


A Fresh Start

Chapter 1: Mike V2.0

All my life I?d never dreamed I would be in this situation. That I, previously known as ?Mini-Mike,? would be getting blown by one of the of the hottest jocks at university, and inside the private football team locker room no-less! As he sucks greedily on my massive cock, I cant help but think how impossible this would have been just four months ago.

Last semester Jason Stender, the 6?2? 230lb quarterback currently servicing me with such passion, didn?t even know I existed. Though to be fair to Jason, I didn?t really exist. At least not in this exact form. I didn?t have these broad shoulders, insane biceps, porn-star cock, or powerful legs...but I?m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain how I became the BIG man on campus, because its quite a story.

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This all happened the summer before my junior year of college. Having grown up in Iowa, I?d always wanted to be near water. When the time came to apply for college I applied exclusively to schools along the coast. Thankfully, I got accepted into the bio-tech program at Pepperdine in Malibu.

Now you may be imaging some farm-raised Iowa stud. A tall, handsome, & strong guy who wants to go surfing and take his shirt off at parties for the next four years.

That?s not me.

I started my freshmen year with a solid 110 lbs packed onto my 5? 5? frame. I was skinny as a rail, shorter than everyone in my class, and pale enough some people thought I had a ?Twilight? fixation. I was so small that I?d been stuck with the nickname ?Mini-Mike? since high school.

Yet even though I was the opposite of the California surfer boys that I wished to be, I still loved living in California.

Life in college was so much better than my home life back in Iowa. My parents had died overseas on a scientific expedition when I was a child, leaving me in the care of my uncle from the time I was three. I grew up in their family as an outsider, that kid without his ?real? parents. Sure they fed me, clothed me, and all but I never fit in with my uncle?s family.

My uncle, Ryan, is a Marine and a big one at that. He, his gorgeous wife Terri, and his twin sons Mark and David (three years younger than me), had incredible genetics.

His sons were always bigger and stronger than their ?older brother,? but in high school they rapidly outgrew me. When I left for college, Mark and David were well over 6 ft tall with more muscles than they knew what to do with, and they were only Sophomores!

I looked like a 10 year old compared to them or my uncle. Even my aunt was taller and stronger than me, something my ?brothers? were always eager to point out.

It probably goes without saying but I was bullied a lot at school and at home.

College offered me the opportunity to start over. Even being a small geeky ?misfit? in college was better than being a punching bag back at home. Of course on top of all of this I?m gay and totally turned on by my hunky muscular family. See why I was excited to get out of Iowa?

I normally kept my semester breaks as short as possible, to limit both the tormenting from my brothers and the torture of seeing them strut around the house half-naked all the time.

This summer had been no different. I?d spent only five miserable weeks at home prior to beginning my trip back to California. I had secured an internship at a bio-tech firm in Malibu for the remainder of the break, and I couldn't wait to start. I was excited to spend long summer nights working in the lab or in my dorm looking up pictures of bodybuilders online.

But it was on this supposedly uneventful trip back to college that my life changed forever.

I?d never been a great driver. I just didn?t really have it in me to pay attention to the road. My mind wandered too much thinking about equations, chemicals, and other nerdy things. After my parents death, I decided I wanted to be a scientist, sort of my tribute to their memory I guess. I?d become obsessed with science and math, particularly things like genetics. All that thinking about equations, combined with a relative lack of interest in the world of ?things you can see,? wasn?t a good mix for me as driver.

Still everything was going fine until I got to Southern Nevada.

I don?t remember the details, everything about this is fuzzy in my memory. I know I was driving down an empty road at night. I wasn?t near anything but desert and a military installation according to my TOM-TOM.

Everything was dark and boring, then I saw something reflected in my headlights. It looked like a giant silver man, and it was standing in the middle of the road!

My brain tried to switch gears as I realized I needed to do something about my car speeding towards this person/object/thing. I slammed on my breaks, but my crappy Geo and slow reaction times didn?t help. As the peddle went to the floor, I knew that whatever this silver thing was I was going to hit it.

I didn?t even have time to close my eyes before everything went black.

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Have you ever woken up strapped to a metal table? How about strapped to a metal table naked? Well, if you haven?t I can tell you its not the most pleasant experience. Its uncomfortable and rather shocking.In fact, I would have been very turned off by the whole thing, except when I opened my eyes I was greeted with the most incredible sight I?d ever seen. I was looking down at the huge muscles which made up my chest.

Wait MY chest?!

As I?ve told you, I am not the kind of person that wakes up to this type of view. I normally wake up and put on clothes as quickly as possible, in an attempt to hide the fact that my chest is practically concave. However, the chest I was now looking at, attached to my body, was definitely not concave. I was staring down at the most incredible chest I?d ever seen.

As a skinny gay man who?d been surrounded by muscular men his whole life, I knew a lot about the male anatomy. I had a collection of thousands of pictures of bodybuilders, models, surfers; all the men I dreamed I could be.

Yet there wasn?t a single picture, not even the morphed images stolen from online forums, that came close to the perfection I saw attached to my chest.

Two absolutely perfect pectorals stood out proudly from my body, dominating my field of vision. With each breath they moved; flexing and twitching with obvious power. I could have happily watched them for hours, except I was broken from my enjoyment by the sound of a heavy metal door being noisily unlocked.

It wasn?t until I heard that sound that I?d even bothered to notice the room. I was in what appeared to be a solid metal box, although since my head was strapped in place I couldn?t really look around. My limited visibility showed my chest (still mind boggling) and a riveted metal ceiling. Out of my slightly blurred peripheral vision, I saw more metal walls. Obviously wherever I was I was a secure room.

?He?s slowly waking up Sir. The transfer is complete, and everything went as predicted. He should regain full awareness in a few minutes and full capability in a few hours. The drugs are already losing effectiveness,? said a small sounding voice to my right.

?Excellent work Daniel. You and your team did a good job. The restraints are secured, we?re sure?? said a much stronger voice, clearly a military officer of some type.

?Yes Sir. We secured him using the newly reinforced restraints. There will be no incidents,? said the small voice, closer this time.

?Good,? said the second military voice, now right beside me, ?and turn up the lights. I want to complete a thorough inspection.?

Instantly the lights brightened to unbearable levels. Temporarily blinded, I listened as the two men walked around my body, commenting on various muscles, specifications, and things that didn?t make sense to me.

As they walked I realized that Daniel, a scientist I?m guessing, was right.

I wasn?t fully aware yet. I couldn?t move, save for a small twitch here or there on my neck. It wasn?t because my restraints were tight, although they were, it was because I was paralyzed. I couldn?t connect my brain to my body. I couldn?t even wiggle my toes!

For the first time I felt fear. All of my senses were dulled or non-functioning and I was strapped to a table in a strange room in a strange (but wonderful) body.

Panic started to set in.

Who were these people, why was I hear, and what the hell was going on with this chest attached to my body? As these questions swirled in my foggy head I suddenly a found myself mumbling.

?Whaa .... Wha... What is going on? Where...where am I??

(?And why does it sound like I?m talking from inside a cave?? I wanted to ask.)

?Michael, just relax. We aren?t hear to hurt you,? said Daniel?s voice, ?in fact, we saved your life. How are you feeling??

?I feel...heavy. And...And confused.? I said, my voice a deep rumble.

?Well Michael, you....? started Daniel

?You feel heavy because you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch!? said the other voice, interrupting Daniel and entering my field of vision.

?Son, my name is General Thompson and I run the program here at Area-52 that saved your life. You are now the lucky inhabitant of a military grade bio-engineered and tech-enhanced experimental body. Talk about right place at the right time Kid. Daniel, flip the table so he can see what I?m talking about.?

No words could have prepared me for the sight I was about to see. As the table moved into position, I began to see my reflection in the mirror. What a reflection it was!

Looking past the various straps and reinforcements that kept me secured to the table, I saw an image, no a reflection, of the ideal man: me.

This wasn?t the 5? 4? Michael Gram reflection I was used to hiding from in mirrors. The new Michael Gram was tall, exceptionally muscular, and positively awe-inspiring.

My new face was undeniably beautiful. Beneath my head of thick jet black hair, I had agonizingly flawless features. My eyebrows arched perfectly over deep sapphire eyes. I had long thick eyelashes and tanned skin that looked like polished molten cooper. Not a single blemish, wrinkle, or mark appeared on my face or anywhere else on my body. My strong defined jaw gave me a commanding and unequivocally masculine look. I?d never seen any model that had features like these. Not even the airbrushed fashion models in magazines were this flawless.

Connecting my breathtaking face (damn, I?m going to run out of synonyms!) to my shoulders was a brawny neck that looked thicker than my thighs had been! My traps bulged large enough to make any all-american wrestler green with envy.

Those thick traps tapered down to impossibly wide shoulders capped with titanic deltoids. Each deltoid was at least the size of bowling balls, probably bigger, and all three heads of the muscle was clearly visible under my paper-thin skin.

Looking past my deltoids, I encountered my herculean arms. Even strapped flat to the table, it looked like my biceps had peaks! The definition was so razor tight I could instantly see why they were called ?bi-?ceps and ?tri-?ceps. Each head of the muscles in my arm was thicker than my entire arm had been perviously. To top it all off they were encased in glowing tan skin and accented with thick straw-like veins. I longed to flex my bicep, see it swell, and measure it but I had other things to look at first.

Ahhh back to my chest; those thick perfect muscle that I?d seen when I first woke up. In my reflection, I could now see the full majesty of my chest development. Each one of my pecs was wider than my whole chest had been. These two plates of muscle were simply Olympian in their size, shape, and definition. From my upper pectorals to the my downward pointing nipples my chest was exceptionally thick, a fact accented by the DEEP valley that divided my two perfectly symmetrical pectorals. This was a chest that would have made even the greatest superhero or greek god weep with inadequacy.

Looking down to my abs only made my chest seem more enormous. The top two rows of my 10-pack abdominals were shadowed by my mammoth pecs. Below that my waist continued to shrink to what I?m sure was a ridiculously small measurement. However, each muscle in my abs was so well developed that my eyes got lost following all the lines and striations that made up my waist. I had abs so sharp and defined that they?d make Greg Plitt (my previous dream body) think he needed lipo! Obviously it took a lot of strength to hold up my colossal upper-body, but this waist was more than up to the task.

Below my improbably tight waist I caught sight of a BIG surprise. I?d assumed from the size of my muscles that I would suffer from the standard bodybuilder look. In my case that meant I would have GIANT muscles but an average sized penis which would get lost in the shuffle of my big muscles. Combined with the probable use of steroids to get a body this huge, I was prepared for a less than stellar package.

However, I did not have an averaged sized penis, I had a massive COCK. My prodigious manhood hung down over two king-sized balls. It was hard to tell size exactly, but it hung nearly half-way down my thigh in front balls that looked like tennis balls. This was a very welcome surprise!

My thighs were so incredible they actually stole my attention away from my dick. Each thigh was significantly larger than my tiny muscular waist. The individual heads of my quad?s formed perfect teardrops over my knees, each muscle appearing to be thicker and larger than my entire leg had been in my old life. Their razor sharp definition showcased the muscles as they fought for space on my legs. Although it was hard to see the sides or back of my legs, I was sure that my glutes, hamstrings, and back where equally developed.

As I thought about those muscles I couldn?t see, it became suddenly obvious how far off the table I?d been pushed by the thickness of my muscles. It was then that I noticed my wide lats were pushing against my restrained arms. Even my calves looked gigantic, although pressed against the restraints it was hard to tell exactly how big they were. Damn it was going to be great to get off this table and see this these muscles in action!

Unfortunately, I was taken away from my visual inspection by the voice of General.

?So what do you think Son? Pretty incredible isn?t it. This body is one of its kind. Genetically and technologically enhanced to be the perfect idealized male form.?

With that he grabbed my still paralyzed cock, lifting it and examining it with his small (?) hands.

?Although I personally think these comic-book-obsessed scientists got a little carried away with some attributes, I have to admit they made a damn fine specimen.?

With that he let my cock drop, making it and my pendulous balls swing between my thighs. Damn I wish I had feeling in my body, I wanted to experience the weight and movement of my cock.

?I?m sure you?ve noticed,? piped in Daniel the scientist who had now moved closer,?that you don?t have any feeling in your body. This paralysis is only temporary and full control and sensation should be returning in the next few hours Michael.?

?Transition is very hard on your brain and on your new body,? David continued, ?In fact, we?ve probably kept you awake too long already. General, I think we should put Michael back to sleep until he can properly express himself.?

Under his breath I heard Daniel whisper ?...and before its impossible to do so.?

But I was only half listening to Daniel. Now that they were standing next to each other, I realized that the General wasn?t a small man, he towered over Daniel. But before I could even think about what that meant for my size or what Daniel meant by ?before its impossible? I felt a prick on my neck and I was seeing black again.

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For the second time (today? this week? this month?) I woke up strapped to the laboratory table.

This time two important things had changed: My head was no longer strapped to the table and I wasn?t paralyzed! Aside from being strapped naked to this table in an unknown lab for who knows how long, I?d never felt more better!

My whole body was absolutely euphoric. I could feel every inch of my new form with incredible detail. From each pulse of blood, every strand of hair, too all of my many muscle fibers I?d never felt so alive.

I could sense that my body held almost unlimited strength and untapped potential. My actual senses were firing like crazy too. I smelled new unfamiliar smells, heard mumbling from other rooms, and clearly read the serial numbers on rivets in the ceiling through the darkness.

I don?t know what they hell they?d done to the old me, but the new me was going to be one happy man!

?Welcome back to the living,? said Daniel, exactly 5.6 ft behind me.

Don?t ask me how I knew that, I just did.

?I?m glad you decided to finally wake up. The General left me here to watch your progress and its been almost 6 hours. How does everything feel? Paralysis gone yet??

?Feel...? Damn, I couldn?t get over how DEEP my voice sounded. Its was like the voice of Batman from those new movies, only hotter. I could get used to that too!

?I feel GREAT. I?ve never felt this alive.?

?Excellent Michael,? Daniel said as he leaned forward to touch my chest, ?tell me how this feels please.?

The touch of his skin to mine felt like fire, my skin was that ALIVE.

It didn?t hurt at all, I doubted I could be hurt anymore, but it was an incredible sensation. I felt the everything so deeply now. I could Daniel?s blood pulsing through his finger, I could feel and count the beats of his heart. Beyond Daniel, I felt the rough strands of the woven titanium straps holding me down, the currents in the air...every sensation was amplified.

Daniel?s simple touch caused such a powerful reaction in me that I involuntarily flexed my chest, the remarkable muscles moving without my control.

....PPPPFFFFFT........BANNNGGGGG............

The woven titanium band holding my chest in place was gone, flung across the room and leaving a big dent in the wall before falling to the floor. All from one simple involuntary reflex!

?Daniel, I?m guessing that wasn?t supposed to happen??

?Oh....my....God,? was all Daniel could say, disbelief heavy in his voice.

?Well I don't know if ?god? is the right word, Dan,? I said with some arrogance, ?but I?m going to get up now.?

I knew these bands were not going to present much resistance.

So I simply sat up.

Or at least that is that it felt like to me. The ?restraints? that I?d thought were ?secured? held absolutely zero power. I may as well have been getting out of bed and allowing a sheet to fall off me, because thats all I felt.

I heard the bands being torn from the table by my motion. I watched with pleasure as they flung across the room, denting the walls with surprising force.

?Ahhh, thats better.? I said, swinging my big legs over the side of the table and moving into a sitting position.

I stretched towards the ceiling, enjoying how intoxicatingly powerful my body felt.

I also noticed that despite being trapped on that table for who knows how long, I wasn?t even remotely stiff. Maybe I can?t get stiff anymore?

I brought my arms down, hopped off the table, and turned towards Daniel with a smirk.

He was still standing in his original position behind the lab table. Thankfully he was out of the way of those titanium bands, as I am sure they would have done a lot of damage to his fragile human body. Daniel?s mouth was hanging lax as he stared up at my incredible torso.

Looking down at him, across my incredible chest, I got my first taste of how absolutely massive I?d become.

Somehow I knew that Daniel was exactly 5? 4? (one inch shorter than my previous pathetic body) and weighed 137lbs. Don?t ask me how I knew that, I just did. I also perceived that from the angle I was viewing Daniel, I was something like 6? 10? tall.

?Daniel, I need two things from you at the moment. I need a mirror and I need you to measured me. Now.?

I heard and saw him gulp.

?The...The mirror is there,? he stuttered, pointing the wall behind me.?And I?ve....I?ve got an oversized measuring tape in my lab coat.?

I didn?t even bother acknowledge him as I turned towards the mirror.

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Seeing myself for the second time was even more astounding.

The first time I?d been sedated and restrained on a table. It was still an impressive sight then, but standing freely in front of the mirror was simply mind-blowing.

From my heavy thick feet to the top of my gorgeous face, my body was jaw-droopingly perfect. My tree-trunk thighs bulged with power, each head of my quads flexing as I shifted my obviously incredible weight. My shrink-wrapped abs rippled with each breath underneath my pillow-shaped but steel hard chest. And best of all my cock hung thick and long in front of balls I could almost see churning with testosterone.

Maybe Daniel wasn?t too far off with his god comment. I guessed even the Ancient Greeks (creators of Hercules and Apollo) would have thought I was too unbelievable to exist.

?Daniel. Its time to measure me.? I said with absolute authority, my deep voice vibrating in the air.

?Come over here and start with my calves. I will flex for your measurements.?

Daniel moved quickly to comply. Within seconds he was knelt at my feet, pulling the measuring tape out of his lab coat pocket.

Eager to show off for Daniel and myself, I turned slightly and flexed my calf for him.

My body responded with perfect muscle control. From my calf to my abs my muscles took on new flexed forms. For the first time I also got a view of my glutes, which of course created the worlds most highest, tightest, most incredible butt. Damn they really didn?t miss a thing!

?Michael...uh Sir.?

Sir, hmm I liked that.

?Yes, what is the measurement on my calf??

?33 inches exactly Sir.?

Incredible...my calves were now 5? larger than my waist had been before this ?transition.?

?Quadricep next. I will flex it for you.?

My incredible quads swelled with power as I flexed, my knee practically disappearing under their size. Calling them tree-trunk sized would have been an insult, these things were redwoods!

?47 inches even Sir.? he said, ?and may I mention Sir that your body is designed perfectly symmetrical. I can measure the other side if you wish me to show you??

?No thats fine, I can tell that they are equally magnificent. Lets move on to my waist.?

Lifting up my mountainous arms (wow I couldn?t wait to measure those!) I crunched my abs. Instantly my already tight waist compacted into an even more compact muscular form. My 10-pack, outrageously defined relaxed, became a striated collection of pure brawn.

I felt Dan?s fingers glide around my vacuumed waist as he measured, filling my body with pure electric pleasure.

?29 inches.?

I started to laugh at that measurement, a deep rolling rumble that made the walls vibrate.

?So I?ve only gained an inch on my waist,? I said, ?but I?ve more than tripled the size of my calves and quads? Damn, I could get used to these kind of change!?

Shaking my head, I took a breath to stretch out my chest.

?Time to measure these babies,? I said and flexed my Olympian pecs.

Flawlessly defined, impossibly thick, perfectly symmetrical, and stunningly shaped, my chest was a vision of muscular perfection If there was any doubt that I was superhuman, this chest put that all to rest.

Dan?s fingers again caressed my steel-hard muscles as he measured.

?84 inches.?

I?d never measured my chest before, the measurement of XS on my shirts was enough of an indicator on size. But I was sure I?d at least doubled in size there, if not close to triple.

?Now for the gun show, lets measure these biceps.?

Finally, I got to see my arms in action and it was worth the wait!

My biceps had almost parabolic peaks, rising out of my arms like mountains. The double split head peaked with such awe-inspiring beauty even my mouth dropped. Below these lofty peak, my triceps bulged proudly. I?d always heard people say triceps were bigger muscles, but now I saw why. The thickness they gave to my arm was almost excessive. I would have been proud to have just that much muscle on my entire arm! Even my forearms got into the action. They were an equally impressive collection massive of striated brawn. All combined, the effect was literally jaw-dropping.

?uhhh humm,? I said, clearing my throat

?Dan, you will need to pick up that tape and your jaw. Measure my arm now.?

?Yes...umm sorry Sir,? he mumbled, unable to take his eyes off my arm, ?Right away Sir.?

He quickly retrieved the tape off the floor and slung it around my colossal arm.

?36 inches Sir....and may I add, if its not to much, I?ve never imagined an arm so incredible.?

?I?d have to say I agree. I wouldn?t believe it existed If I wasn?t feeling it myself.?

With that I hit a most muscular pose, like I?d seen the bodybuilders do countless times. Only this time I was the most muscular. Spreading my lats I laughed again, seeing them spread out to what appeared to be at least a three foot width.

Recapping in my head I couldn?t believe the proportions I now possessed. 33? calves, 47? thighs, a 29? waist rising to an 84? chest, and my phenomenal 36? inch arms.

Ahhh, but there was one measurement I?d been saving till last. My cock.

?I want you to measure my dick now Daniel, length and width. Measure me soft first, then I will ?flex? it for you.?

?Yes Sir!? he replied eagerly.

His light touch to my cock was an incredible sensation, better than any orgasm I could remember. But as soon as the feeling started it stopped.

?Sir, are you sure your soft?? Daniel asked quizzically.

I chuckled again, ?Yes Daniel. Is there a problem??

?No Sir, its just...you?re huge and its already quite ?sturdy? feeling.?

?I know, but lets get moving. I want to see what its like HARD,? I replied, emphasizing the word.

A few seconds later I had my answer, 13 inches long and 6 around.

?Ok Daniel, let me flex that for you.?

It only took a few moments for my dick to swell, majestically expanding to full size. I was so turned on by my transformation I didn?t even need to touch myself to become fully stimulated.

?Go ahead Daniel, measure.?

This time his touch was almost unbearably pleasurable. The intense feeling washed over my whole body. I could feel myself leaking pre-cum instantly. I was ready to hump a tank!

?Hard your measurements are 18 inches by 9 around.?

Unable to wipe the smile from my face, I turned towards Daniel.

Effortlessly I lifted him into the air, bringing him to my eye-level. My huge hard cock rubbing against his ass and lower back.

?I?ve got a lot of questions Dan. I want to know everything and I better like the answers you give me. If I don?t, I am going to fuck you. I won?t be gentle.?

He gulped again.

?Start talking.?

TO BE CONTINUED .....

[portamivia]

Oooooh yesss. Yes yes yes. I hope some superstrength showing-off will occur. And I hope big man here will definitely not be gentle. Nice start!

[Terrylee Long]

What a very HOT story. It is going to be "HARD" to have to wait for the next chapter. Could you also tell how much Michael weights? Thanks for writing stories for us that can not. Remember THE BIGGER THE BETTER.

[Lionor_King]

more more MORE!

[Reeza]

Best new story I've read here in quite a while. Definitely looking forward to more.

[michaelv2]

Loving this one. Thanks for writing.

[Beemer133]

Thanks for all the positive comments! I'm already hard at work on part two.
Plenty of muscle and super-strength to come!

[skumbum]

Originally Posted by michaelv2

Loving this one. Thanks for writing.

Ditto .

[Ender]

Although the new Michael is a bit larger than I would want, this is one of my top fantasies... to wake up to a new life in a body that meets and exceeds my dreams!

It reminds me of a really cleaver TV series that was canceled before it found an audience, "Now and Again" September 24, 1999 until May 5, 2000 on CBS. Where Michael Wiseman (John Goodman) is killed in a subway accident, is resurrected by a deep black government engineering project to create a perfect human body for use in espionage. When Michael wakes in a hospital room he gets up tp go to the bathroom, looks in the mirror, and meets Micheal Newman (Eric Close).

Ender

[umlerian49]

Great job! I remember the problems you were having with spelling and punctuation and stuff, and the extra time editing has really paid off.

Oh. and it's a great story, too. My only plot comment would be maybe Michael is a little too cocky right off the bat. A slower change in his personality would really be an interesting thing. On the other hand, maybe we're seeing his true personality suddenly freed by this strange process. I'm looking forward to finding out.

[Beemer133]

Originally Posted by Ender

Although the new Michael is a bit larger than I would want, this is one of my top fantasies... to wake up to a new life in a body that meets and exceeds my dreams!

It reminds me of a really cleaver TV series that was canceled before it found an audience, "Now and Again" September 24, 1999 until May 5, 2000 on CBS. Where Michael Wiseman (John Goodman) is killed in a subway accident, is resurrected by a deep black government engineering project to create a perfect human body for use in espionage. When Michael wakes in a hospital room he gets up tp go to the bathroom, looks in the mirror, and meets Micheal Newman (Eric Close).

Ender

I've been trying to think of the name Of that show forever! Thanks Ender! That's sort of the idea I'm going for, only I never thought there was enough muscle/show-off action in the series.

Im working on part 2, hopefully it will be up in a week or so. Much more detail on the background and new perspective on Michael.

[Ender]

Originally Posted by Beemer133

I've been trying to think of the name Of that show forever! Thanks Ender! That's sort of the idea I'm going for, only I never thought there was enough muscle/show-off action in the series.

I'm working on part 2, hopefully it will be up in a week or so. Much more detail on the background and new perspective on Michael.

Since the Michael Newman character, in Now and Again, was designed to be a spy you wouldn't want him to be so big his appearance was remarkable so a model type like Eric Close made sense (As Roger Moore remark about the James Bond character... "How can he be a secret agent when everyone recognizes him?") I would have liked the character to be a bit more buff though but still within human norms.

There was a cool scene in the first episode, as they are checking Michael Newman out of the hospital... They're pushing him down the hall in a wheel chair Michael is doing a Parallel Bar routine on the arms of the wheel chair. And one of the bystanders comments something to the affect of "What was he having surgery for???"

Ender

[Bull]

Outstanding. I like the way his personality has changed to suit his body.