Sex Appeal

[rododoro3]

A big thank you to Aardvark2 for reminding me that, while I write to be judged by an audience, my writing is primarily mine, and as such, I should enjoy doing it. So I decided to delay my Conversion Booth spin off, so I can have more time to brood on it, and instead play with a concept I've been contemplating for a while.

This story was inspired by the idea of a man so sexy, he can cause people to orgasm with one look. I always thought of how lonely that existence would be. You aren't treated normally, since you aren't normal. You're kept around purely for your sex appeal.
And thus, a story was born. Pardon me for having a girl as the main focus of my character's attention... There will be muscle growth, and soon. I promise



Sex Appeal, Chapter 1

I hesitate before opening the car door.
If anyone sees me, there'll be a riot. I hope I'll be able to leave in time... I wouldn't want it to get ugly, like the one yesterday. Ugh, that was a real mess.
Shades? Check. Nose ring? Check. Fake tattoo? Check. Blue wig? Check.
I inspect my beard in the mirror, carefully groomed to hide the cleft of my chin, the strength of my jaw line.
All perfect.
Why do I feel so jittery?
I compose myself, and open the door.

Clutching my leather jacket tight around me, collar flipped up to shield my neck, I make my way through the mall.
I'm careful not to bump into anyone, to prevent anyone from getting too curious about the torso underneath.
I've already had a mob start after a suspicious onlooker unzipped my jacket.
One feel is all it takes.
I reread the note in my gloved hand.
The Centro, Cal's Cafe, 3:30 pm.
Just as I remember.

---

Some may call it a blessing, but to me, it's been nothing more than a curse. It started when I was young, a late bloomer, age 16 and at the cusp of manhood.
I was from a middle income family, growing up, and I had one very good friend.
His name was John. I've visited him, but he's never been the same as before it started.
This was when my hair, previously medium brown, first started lightening.
I'd noticed people at school paying attention to me, staring in the hallways, and I'd assumed it was because I was so outlandish.

John and I were huge nerds, and we made a deal, at the beginning of the year, that we'd both wear Scifi or comics related T-shirts every day, and each time we got a new one, the other had to work out which series or book it was related to.
That day, I'd chosen an old classic, my superman shirt, and I'd assumed I'd been getting stared at because it was so threadbare and ratty.
Not so.
"Dude." said John, when we met up in the morning.
"Have you been working out?"

"Huh? No!"
"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty damn certain you didn't have pecs the last time you wore this shirt."
I looked down, and, lo and behold, my chest was straining at the front of my shirt.
"What the fuck?"
"It looks good, don't let me discourage you from doing it." John quickly interjects.
"No, no, it's not that I'm shy, it's that I don't remember having pecs either!"
I poke them.

They're hard... Warm.
They're as much a part of me as my own hand.
"Have you noticed any other changes?"
He rubs his chin, his thinking gesture.
"Well, I really like what your new hairdresser's done with your hair. The highlights are awesome."
I grab at my head.
"Highlights?" I whisper.
"I haven't had anything done!"
John just stares at me, and the bell rings.

The day goes by achingly slowly, and when I finally hear the last bell, I peel out of class so quickly I leave skid marks on the floor.
I open my locker, and suddenly, Lisa, the head cheerleader, is latched to my arm.
"Richie..." she purrs.
"Have you been working out?"
"No! I haven't! Not at all!"
"Really?" she murmurs, feeling up my biceps... My biceps?

I do a double take.
My arms are nearly twice as thick as they were yesterday, with baseball sized lumps... My muscles.
What the fuck is happening today?
Apparently satisfied with what she finds, she quickly drops her hand to my crotch.
I flinch in surprise, and she gasps, withdrawing her hand.
"Well well well... Here's my number."
She writes it on my arm, with a permanent marker, leaving with a mouthed "Call me!"

I pack my bag and run to John's locker.
It's on the opposite side of school, but I'm not feeling even a little worn out.
"Richard, just one mo, I need to get this buckle undone." mutters John, and fiddles with his bag.
"Let me help," I exclaim, and snap it open with a deft flick.
Our fingers touch.
John looks up... And our eyes meet.
"Richard..." he murmurs.
"Your eyes. They're..."

I draw back.
"They're what?!"
"Beautiful." he whispers, and draws closer, and I suddenly realize I can see a strange aura coming from him.
It's red.
I back away slowly, but he presses in, and I can feel people staring.
I look around.
People are moving towards me, that same red aura around them.

I raise my hands.
"Woah, woah, is this some kind of joke?!"
They soundlessly move forward.
A girl, Maya, from my math class, licks her lips.
"Guys... Stop it. It's not... Funny."
I notice the teachers in the crowd, the same red aura, and my hopes are dashed.

The rest of the day is a blur, but I remember arriving home and barricading myself in my room.
The next day there was an article in the newspaper about school being cancelled, due to a mysterious illness that caused unconsciousness and bruising, but I was too far away to read it at the time, stowed away in the trunk of a truck, away from the town I lived in all my life.

That was when the curse started.
If someone sees my eyes, or smells my skin, or feels my body... They become attracted to me.
Recently, it's escalated to a level where I can cause people to fall in lust simply by staring at them long enough.
You may be wondering why I left out my eyes.

I returned to my hometown a few years later, after the incident died down.
My parents were worried sick, but there was nothing the police would do, and I knew going back home normally wouldn't end well for anyone.
So I went in disguise, and I found John in one of our old haunts, a cottage.
I didn't need to cover myself as thoroughly back in those days, so I looked like a jock.
He nearly bolted before I engaged him in proper geek talk, and we whiled away the hours discussing Starcraft II.

Eventually I worked up the nerve to ask him why he was there.
"Well, you see, I had this great friend once. His name was Richard.
He was my best friend... This was one of the places we went to together, after school. I miss him so much... I hope that one day he'll come back and come here, and he'll see me."
Could it be? Could John have recovered from his... Condition?

"And then he'll remember how much I love him, and he'll love me back, and we'll go at it right here, on the picnic table, and I'll scream, and cry, but he'll help me through it, since we're both virgins, and..."
John's eyes glaze over as he falls into an obviously recurring daydream.
I slip away.
That was the last time I ever tried to talk to someone as a friend.

People don't see me as a fellow human.
They see me as an object of desire, an obstacle to conquer, a trophy to win. They appraise me like I'm a piece of meat and they chase after me like starved dogs.
That is my burden to bear, and no one has been immune to my charms.

I've tried, I've tried my best.
I've taken off my disguise in public, to see if anyone didn't immediately fall in love.
Everyone did.
I developed a skill, on that first day, the skill of seeing auras. It lets me know when someone is aroused, or what they're feeling, if they're angry, or sad, or happy, and why... And I can manipulate that, to some extent. For example, if someone is angry at the milkman for spilling some of their milk, I can make them happy that the milkman didn't spill ALL of their milk, or sad because that milk is wasted work for the milkman and the cow.

All I know is, the only emotion I can't change is lust.
I can only amplify it.
Meeting my gaze head on while aroused is a surefire way to immediately get erotic daydreams. It's horrible, because I can't control it.
When I was younger it wasn't so bad, it would require skin contact to fully trigger the lust, but it's gotten progressively worse since then.

At first, I could live off scraps, begging food from people. My magnetic appeal made sure of many donations, and that was the only time I ever found a bright side to my situation.
Later, when people would attack me in the street if I was dressed too skimpy, I would travel round to strip bars, and I would strip, but not how regular strippers do.
I would take my shirt off, and my pants off, but leave my underwear and glasses on, and people would thrust tips into my briefs, copping a good feel of my genitals.

It shamed me, being forced to sell myself to live, but it was necessary, and I don't regret doing it.
Then, yesterday, a woman shoved this note into my briefs. I remember her, since she looked at me, and said, as if stone cold sober, "You need to go here urgently."
Next minute, she was on the floor, in a pool of her own vomit, but that's another story.
The note is why I'm here.
No one's ever given me notes before. I don't think the idea ever crossed someone's head.
Before I wasn't sexy enough... Now I'm too sexy.

---

I stand in line, checking my watch every so often.
It's 3:32. I hope I won't be penalized for being late.
The cashier taps the bell to get my attention.
He's a shortish guy. I mean, next to me, most everybody is short, but he seems to be something like 5' 7", well built.
He smiles up at me.
"What would you like?"

I inwardly groan. If I talk too loud, anyone already aroused will have their horniness levels kicked through the roof.
"I'll take a flat white." I murmur.
He nods, and motions for me to take a seat.
He keeps shooting me glances, and when the coffee arrives, he's the waiter.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help noticing, but you seem pretty built underneath those clothes."

Shit. Shit. Shit.
"No, I'm not built, I'm just big boned." I hiss, but he's already feeling my biceps.
"Woah," he breathes.
"Are you a pro?"
Quick as a flash, he reaches for my sunglasses, and my eyes are exposed.
I look away, anywhere but him, and my eyes meet...
A girl.
She's young, no more than twenty, and she's looking right at me.

Fuck!
Wait a moment.
She looked away.
Her aura's green... Not red. Happy, not lustful.
I yank my sunglasses and place them firmly on my nose.
"That was very rude, young man, and I'd like to speak to your supervisor."
Fear cuts through his lust.
"Unless, of course, you leave me be."

Chastised, he scurries back to tend to the other customers.
I make my way to the girl's table, and cough.
"Can I help you?" she sleepily asks.
"Yes."
My rumbling bass is enough to catch her attention.
"I got this note."
I hand her the note the woman shoved down my underpants.

She flushes pink.
"My friend told me she'd find a man for me to hook up with. I mean, not that you're not nice and all, but I was hoping for someone a little more..."
"Normal?"
"I like the blue hair," she quickly diverts the subject.
"Can you please lend me your newspaper?" I ask.

She blinks, and hands it over.
Since we're in a corner, it's easy to cover my face.
I take my wig and glasses off.
Her eyes widen.
"What... Why, how..."
"This isn't a place to explain. Do you want to go somewhere else?"
She nods. "My house. Let's go."
"I need to pick up some gear from my car first. Meet me outside the back exit."
Her aura flushes purple, suspicion, but I'm already leaving, disguise back in place.

I grab my shaving gear, my overnight bag, and my wallet.
The car isn't really my car. I... Borrowed it, from a car rental. It was about to get trashed, since it was old and no one would buy it, so I convinced the owner to give it to me.
Convinced isn't exactly the right word to use in this situation, but it's the closest. Maybe sexed?
I make my way to the exit, and the girl is there, in a red mini.
We don't talk much on the way to her house, and by the time we walk inside, her aura's switched to grey. Apprehension.

When she closes the door, I notice she leaves it unlocked.
She turns to face me.
"Look, I've been thinking..."
"And you're not sure this is a good idea. Fine. Can I use your bathroom before you kick me out?"
"Before you do, are you... Wanted, anywhere, for doing anything."
My lips quirk underneath my beard.
"I'm wanted back home, by my parents, since I've run away, but no, I haven't been involved in anything illegal."

She nods, and points at a door.
I step inside, and, sharpening my razor with my left hand, work foam into my beard with my right.
Another of my acquired talents is dexterity, accompanied by superstrength and superspeed. It's useful when performing menial tasks, like this one.
I quickly shave off my beard, and wash the sink thoroughly, making sure no hair clogs the drain.
I take off my beanie and my wig, and slide them into my pocket.

When I walk back to the living room, it takes her a few moments to recognize me again.
"Oh. Wow. Uhm." she fidgets, and alights on a topic of conversation.
"Why did you shave? I liked your beard."
"I don't need it anymore." I reply.
"Why not?"
"My beard grows so quickly it'll be like that tomorrow morning anyway, but the main reason is because I don't need to worry about affecting you."

She stares at me appraisingly.
"Affecting... Me?"
I sit down on her sofa.
"Since I was 16, people are attracted to me, no matter what I do. The only way to prevent it is to draw attention away from my features. But for some reason, you don't seem to work."
She shakes her head in disbelief.
"And I'm supposed to believe that?"
I nod. "Call your friend and ask her about the stripper yesterday."

She takes a step back.
"You're a stripper?!"
"Ask her."
She whips out her phone, still looking at me, and quickly dials a number.
"Hey, Anna? Yeah, it's me. About that guy yesterday-"
She's cut off by a loud exclamation from the phone.
"Was he really? What? Only to his-"
She looks at me, and when I wink, she blushes.
"But he looks kind of normal to me, I don't-" she whispers into her phone.
A loud scream interrupts her.

The girl sighs and closes her phone.
"It's like all she can think about is how hot... You... Are..." she murmurs.
"See what I mean?"
She looks down at the floor, and then back up at me.
"Strip for me."
"What?"
"I want to go to my bedroom, and when we get there, I want you to take off all your clothes."

[TemptationIV]

Wow! I really enjoyed this and I hope there's more!

[rododoro3]

Originally Posted by TemptationIV

Wow! I really enjoyed this and I hope there's more!

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this
There is, in fact, going to be more, so stay tuned!

[nnnrg]

NICE. Beautiful turn-around on the fantasy.

[Tundy]

This feel like a more realistic take on being really hot. I like it.

[TKnTexas55]

Very different, can't wait to see where this goes.

[Ogun]

I really like this. This story is wonderful, even without any growth- though in a way you had a bit already in the flashback.And I Actually think you did the right thing with the girl here. Not ever=y story here has to be Guy-on-guy action. Maybe she'll even grow to love him...

[rododoro3]

Warning: Wall of Text

Originally Posted by nnnrg

NICE. Beautiful turn-around on the fantasy.

I've always been a fan of twisted fairy tales, so that's a huge compliment. Thank you!

Originally Posted by Tundy

This feel like a more realistic take on being really hot. I like it.

Wait, so having the time of your life while being hot is unrealistic?
I don't think this is more realistic, but rather exaggerated.
You get the good things amplified: people pay attention to you, you have an easier time getting jobs, etcetera etcetera. However, the bad things get amplified as well, and they're amplified to such an extent they drown out the good things.
You like attention? How do you like having an entire building of people trying to rip your clothes off because someone saw your eyes?
But that's just my take on it, some people may find it amazing and live their live in a wonderland of pleasure.

Originally Posted by TKnTexas55

Very different, can't wait to see where this goes.

I can't wait either
My stories write themselves, I'm just the medium.

Originally Posted by Ogun

I really like this. This story is wonderful, even without any growth- though in a way you had a bit already in the flashback.And I Actually think you did the right thing with the girl here. Not ever=y story here has to be Guy-on-guy action. Maybe she'll even grow to love him...

I know not every story needs to have guy on guy to be hot (Big Dragon, for example), but I put a disclaimer up because some find straight sex a turn off.
I put the girl (her name will be revealed next chapter) in because if I would put in a guy, it would become... I don't know.
I personally feel like if I had the girl be a guy, I would write him differently. I feel like having a guy with the same personality as the girl would be very odd. You don't really find people like that nowadays (I personally blame double standards in media), so if I would've gone ahead and made it guy on guy, it wouldn't flow as well as guy on girl.
This has the potential to go misogynistic (OR misandristic) really quickly, so this is the response I'm going to give from now on: "I tried a new technique out."

Thank you all for the kind words

[Rarity]

A lady and a guy doing stuff? HERE? I didn't know females existed in stories here AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. No I'm not srs. I like this take on the typical "ridiculously attractive guy."

[rododoro3]

Originally Posted by Rarity

A lady and a guy doing stuff? HERE? I didn't know females existed in stories here AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. No I'm not srs. I like this take on the typical "ridiculously attractive guy."

What is this mystical "lady" creature you speak of?
The only definition which comes to mind is "background character"!
In all seriousness, not a lot of women appear in muscle growth stories, which is only to be expected since, you know, we're mainly guys over here (I know you're not a guy, don't worry :L).
Plus, the name of the place is theevolutionforum: Male Muscle Growth, so it makes sense. Kinda.
There ARE a few people here that prefer straight sex over gay sex, though.
Shocking, I know

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by rododoro3

There ARE a few people here that prefer straight sex over gay sex, though.
Shocking, I know

"Not that there's anything WRONG with that!"



Mdlftr

[Rarity]

Originally Posted by rododoro3

(I know you're not a guy, don't worry :L).
p

Nonsense. I'm a bot. BUY MUSCLE MUSCLES AT DISCOUNT PRICES. NEED NEW MUSCLE SHOES, CLICK THIS LINK. HOW ABOUT MUSCLE (insert product or thing) spam error 29412 check programming dddddddddswisscheese

Originally Posted by rododoro3

Plus, the name of the place is theevolutionforum: Male Muscle Growth, so it makes sense. Kinda.
There ARE a few people here that prefer straight sex over gay sex, though.
Shocking, I know

Nah, it's not that weird. There's KAZ who makes giant muscular young men doing stuff with ladies. Like. Always. It's a little over the top for me, but it does show that there are quite a number of hetero-guys interested in muscles. Which makes sense, because straight men could use the fantasy or images of MG to fuel their own desire. Hey, regardless, whatever floats their goats on a boat in a moat.

Personally, I prefer making couples gay in my stories. It means double the muscle growth potential. Which is a common interest among all story readers. A story featuring a girl doing stuff with guys is unique among the MG circle. Unless we're talking about furries. Those guys take the "anything goes" rule to the highest level.

[rododoro3]

Mdlftr, there isn't anything wrong with it at all! I was being snidely sarcastic when I wrote those few sentences.

Originally Posted by Rarity

Personally, I prefer making couples gay in my stories. It means double the muscle growth potential. Which is a common interest among all story readers.

Unless the story readers are bots, like you.
Wait... Maybe the bots only come here because they're interested in muscle growth.
Mind=swisscheese
EVERYONE.
STAHP YOUR WRITING.
STAHP.
(Haha, the filtering's gotten much better. I don't see as many spam threads after the last update)

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by rododoro3

Mdlftr, there isn't anything wrong with it at all! I was being snidely sarcastic when I wrote those few sentences.

I know. I'm straight and I'm BUSTING you!



Mdlftr

[arpeejay]

Very nice! Here's hoping a follow up will be forthcoming shortly!

xoxo

Richard