Dippin' New Life - part 1

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DeShaun didn't quite know what to do. In front of his eyes, in the middle of the tingy old tobacco shop, his best friend and roommate had changed from a Greek god to a massively muscled, dip-spittin' Texan, complete with drawl. He'd obviously watched other guys change, and even encouraged it, by way of the mystical cigars, but now the game had changed. If the brotherhood was to expand, it would be because of this mysterious white dip.

"Now," the old man said, seemingly unaffected by what had just transpired, "the same goes with this as with the cigars. Every time you use it, you'll change. So unless you want to take a chance on becoming someone new, I'd go buy some regular dip if I were you."

"Yes sir," Nick said, the southern accent coming through stronger than before. Addressing DeShaun, the cowboy motioned for the door. "Let's git goin'," he said. DeShaun followed, mind racing with questions.

The boys took the case of magic dip with them. The cigars would be gone by week's end, so after that, the dip was all they'd have left. But since there were still so many guys on campus that could stand to benefit from the magic, it'd have to do.

"Y'all fixin' to try it?" Nick said, indicating the tin of magic dip.

"Naw man," DeShaun said, "I'm good like this. I ain't no cowboy, man."

Nick laughed, spitting another gob of whitish juice from his mouth. There must have been some aftereffects of the initial change, because his stubble was thicker and darker than it had been before.

The boys returned to their room, and Nick wasted no time immersing himself in his new lifestyle. He spent hours downloading country music and put in an order for a Texas flag from an online store. Later that night, they took the case of magic dip to the house and told the rest of their friends what had happened.

Since the legend of the cigar house was quickly growing around campus and it was a weekend night, a group of unchanged guys stumbled there in a drunken stupor. Nick offered them plain, non-magical cigars, and waited for the right moment to break out the dip.

"Hey y'all," he said to the three erstwhile party crashers. "Try this. It'll buzz you up right quick."

The three looked at each other uneasily. The biggest one, Carl, looked as if he had played high school football, probably on the offensive line. He had plenty of muscle, but it was obscured by layers of fat. Vito was a slim, youngish Italian boy with conservatively cut black hair. Chris looked to be the quiet one of the group, very tall and lanky, with rampant acne that no doubt contributed to a history of social isolation.

"Well," Carl said, stepping forward, "I guess it's worth a shot. Is it supposed to be white, though?"

"Quit," Nick laughed. "Trust me."

Carl sighed heavily. He had dipped once or twice before, having grown up in a rural farming town where dip and chew were quite common. He grabbed a medium sized pinch between his thumb and forefinger, used his other hand to hold his lower lip open and inserted the dip in the front of his mouth.

Nick smiled and nodded. He knew what was coming, and he was excited.

Just like clockwork, Carl's body froze. His skin darkened to a shade resembling Hispanic, but redder and more distinctive--Native American. All of the fat on his body melted away, revealing the hidden musculature which was quickly inflating. His pecs ballooned and his arms became twin pillars of strength, visible veins creating a framework of vascularity bodybuilders worked years to achieve. His abs emerged, first two, then four and finally eight nuggets of solid muscle. Legs followed, becoming trunks of muscle complete with diamond-shaped calves and ham-sized thighs.

When it was over, the transformed Carl shook his head. "Sheyoot," he said, spitting on the floor. "Dad gum it, I'm all swole up." Same accent Nick inherited. It seemed the dip definitely had a predisposition for turning guys into Southern beefcakes.

Vito and Chris were stunned. They looked at each other and down at their unimpressive bodies, then quickly made an unspoken pact. Each reached into the tin of dip Nick still held in an outstretched arm and shoved a pile of tobacco into their lips.

On cue, they began to change. Vito retained his complexion and Italian facial features, but his hair became a short buzz cut. His muscles, too, quickly inflated him to amateur bodybuilder proportions, biceps and forearms bulging with raw power.

Chris's changes were more radical than either of the other dip-induced transformations had been. His hair disappeared, leaving a gleaming bald white head. Light-colored facial hair grew in sparsely in a goatee-like pattern, giving him the appearance of a teenager not yet finished with puberty, afraid to shave what little peachfuzz he'd earned over the years. His body, though, was all man. His traps flared out and became comically large, while the rolls at the base of his neck and the protruding gut beneath his abs locked him in as a longtime roid head.

When both of the boys were done changing, Vito looked himself and Chris over and spit a monster-sized globule of chaw spit onto the ground. "Surenough ah'mo like this. Shoot."

Nick spit his own chaw onto the ground. "Ain't dat some shit."

[omelissokomos]

Gotta lurv them sexy accents.

[LipsK]

Oh yeah! Keep the dip coming!

[jsmith2300]

I'm not a big fan of smoking or dip, but I have to admit this is a really entertaining story. Great idea.

Love the accents as each character changes. It's always interesting to see what/who they will change into.

--JSmith

[greedycigarson]

Hope there's more of this coming!

[LanceFan2001]

I was really enjoying this story when it suddenly stopped... I hope it can continue cause it was a really cool story! would like more focus on what happens to them after they dip, but still, really fun to read the transformations!


>>>Ikaika