Get in the Game

[Speaker]

It really wasn't a good idea for a game when you think about it. A sports game about bodybuilding? How is that at all exciting? I mean, when i first heard about it i was pretty surprised that even a company like EA would try a game like this. Of course, back then i was one of the nerds who thought that light shone out of EA's ass, so i guess i can understand why i would buy it anyway.

Oh they advertised it well, saying that you could "Use virtual reality to gain real muscle." I didn't really believe it at first. Who would have?

But i got every opportunity to find out how wrong i was.

I still dont know how the hell they did it. I was a computer nerd before, and even though i was really curious and still had the same skill on computers (i just chose to ignore it most of the time) i never figured out how it was done.

Not that i care.

I was one of those nerds who got every new game the day it came out, and i can at least say that my dad tought me the value of hard work. I never begged for money from him for my games. Oh no, i had a bit of a work ethic at least and i payed for every one i got (which is an impressive sum) by myself.

And this is my story.



I walked down the street, coming home from the store where i'd bought EA's newest game. It came in a much bigger box than most other games, but i really didnt care what it was for. Something to do with the game, so what did i care? It had just come out today, but this was actually the last one the store had. I was steeling myself up to find out that this game was crap, but anyone who'd played Madden would want the next, newest sports game from the same company. Even if it was a game about lifting weights. No doubt they'd make it entertaining. Make it fun for people to play so they didn't get customer complaints. No, it was gonna be a good game.

Somehow i really didn't believe it...

Walking home i reflected about my situation. I was a nerd, plain and simple, but i was managing to endure high school. I'd already gotten past my glacially slow freshman year, hoping that it would get better, but my sophomore year wasn't any better. Yet anyway. It really wasn't my fault that because of my last name, i just happened to have the locker next to the biggest jock in the grade for the second year in a row. The school didn't randomize, it was alphabetical, so there i was, next to Pat for two years, and the jock took every opportunity to rub into my face that he was a jock, i was a nerd, and he was therefore infinately better than i could ever be. That statement was usually accompanied by the flexing of his muscles, which i admit, are truely impressive. The guy doesnt look like a sophomore, he looks like he should be in the senior class. I've gone to school with him ever since kindergarden and if i remember right, he started shaving in the 6th grade, and he'd been lifting weights since then. I swear he cant be under 200lbs, about 5'9" (i was about an inch taller), and with a nonexistant bodyfat, and though i'd never seen his dick, i heard from a kid who once pantsed him (pulled down his pants if you dont know) that it was... what was the word the kid used... "robust."

And i must admit i really didnt do anything to alleviate the fact that i was a massive nerd. I won't deny that i have pretty good genetics. If i were at all interested in lifting weights, i know i could have been a big jock. But i wasn't, and everyone knew it. That's what i think disgusted Pat the most. He saw all the potential in me, and to him, it was all wasted...

These thoughts carried me into my house. It wasn't a big place, but two people dont really need a big house. It's only me and my dad, since my mom and dad were divorced 6 years ago. I havn't seen mom since she moved to, of all places, Australia with some aussie hunk 5 years ago. So now it's just me and my dad.

"Hey Scott." Dad said as I walked through the door, "Whats that there?" Pointing at the game in my hands

"New game for the 360." I responded shortly. I wasn't usually rude but dad knew that when i had a new game, i did not make small talk. I practically ran through the kitchen to the basement and ran downstairs to my, as dad put it, lair. I opened the box and saw that it was actually a sort of virtual reality game. There were two straps and two gloves, labeled RH, LH, LL and RL. I assumed that told me where each strap and glove went. There was also a visor which looked relatively comical, but i put it on anyways. I turned on the 360 and waited for it to load. It wasn't a short wait.

"WELCOME TO BODYBUILDING 101" A voice practically shouted in my ear from the visor. It was the kind of cheery voice which you see on perpetually happy people who would be laughing at their parents' funeral, and which made me grit my teeth in annoyance, but it continued.

"Please enter your name."

I was surprised to find that a virtual keyboard appeared in the air in front of me in the visor screen. As i moved my hands with the gloves on them, the hands appeared in my vision. I could actually type in my name virtually. That at least got me interested. To humor it i typed in my name: Scott Arena.

"Please enter your current weight."

That unnerved me, but i typed in 115. Which was true, and woeful when you consider that i'm 5'10"

"Thank you, please wait as we load."

I waited, mentally preparing myself for the sort of 3 minute loading times you see on the newer games today, but it was only about 15 seconds really. I figured that it must not be a very big program.

In my viewscreen i saw a virtual gym appear. The graphics were excellent, but it was still easy to tell that it was only a game. I made my character walk forward, and looked into one of the virtual mirrors (which were kind of cool). I was shocked. The character in the mirror looked exactly like me. I had never input my appearance, but somehow the game knew it already. This was really unnerving me.

"Please select a workout style."

A number of options appeared such as:
RUNNER'S BUILD
FOOTBALL
WRESTLER
and so on.

I was intrigued that i could put in 3 choices actually so i, to humor the game which probably wanted me to make my character huge, selected
FOOTBALL
WRESTLING
BODYBUILDING

I pressed the Continue button.

"Thank you, you are now being directed to the appropriate exercises."

I didn't have to even move my character. It moved of its own accord to the squat rack. A screen popped up saying that i should find some clear space to do this. I walked behind a chair and continued. I was apparently supposed to mime doing squats. I did, and my character obediantly did so on the screen. I couldn't feel anything, i thought it was just a joke. I had the visor on, so i really couldnt tell that my legs actually were thickening and growing.

The game led me through multiple exercises, from squats, to leg extensions, to curls, to the bench press, to lat pulldowns, and gave me an alltogether full-body workout. It asked me to do abs last.

"Please lay down and do 150 crunches."

I was surprised. I'd never be able to do 150 at once. Hell i didnt think i'd ever done so before. I hesitated, but this time it was as though my character was the one controlling me. I couldn't resist. I sat down and obediantly did crunches. The first few burned, as i'd never really ever tried to lift weights or really exercise. The wierd thing was though, that after the first few, it seemed somehow to get easier. By the end, i was barely feeling them at all. I felt like i could do 500 more. But i didnt. I stood up, and suddenly the game said.

"Thank you for playing. We hope you enjoy the results."

The game went dead.

I was pissed, i thought it had cheated me somehow. I pulled off the visor, gloves and ankle straps. Not even bothering to put them anywhere, i stormed upstairs, leaving the set on the floor.

I went up to my room, pissed off. I flopped down in a chair and grabbed a book and just started reading, to take my mind off the game i wasted $50 on. Quickly i realized that my pants and shirt were extrordinarily tight on my body. I grabbed my crotch, and attempted to straighten it out, to make it less uncomfortable. As i grabbed my dick and balls i stopped dead. That was not my package. I wasn't small, but i was only average, and the meat i was holding was definatly not average. Still, i felt it, leaving there no doubt that it was indeed mine. I looked down for the first time and shouted in shock "HOLY FUCK!"

Under the previously-baggy shirt was no longer the body of a 15 year old skinny-as-a-rail nerd. Previously unheard of pecs forced the skintight material outwards, and it was even possible to see my abs, the shirt was so tight. I jumped out of my chair and ran to the bathroom, but i quickly realized that i couldn't run the way i used to. My thighs were pushing against each other. I realized i had to try to swing one around the other as i walked. I tried it. It almost looked like a swagger, and i knew i'd have to work on it, but at least it worked. I swaggered into the bathroom and stared at the mirror dumbstruck. I was definatly not 15 anymore. I was staring at the body of a 19 year old teen bodybuilder. My face was covered with black stubble, the same ink color as my hair. Without even thinking i tore off my shirt, it seemed like the natural thing to do. I looked in awe at my huge pecs, jutting forward from my torso like huge, tan dinner plates anointed with silver-dollar sized nipples. My shoulders looked like they had to be 3 feet wide, although i knew that was an exaggeration. Not by alot though. I did a double-bi pose and stared at the impressive peaks of granite muscle rising from the arms. It looked like a rock had been shoved under my skin and perched on top of my arms. Veins ran down my thick forearms like a spider's web. And the coup de grace was the black hairs covering my forearms, my abs and my meaty chest. Even under the hair i could tell that i had an impressive 6-pack, maybe an 8-pack, and my treasure trail led down my pants in an almost suggestive manner. I reached for the button on the front of his jeans, but then realized: What was the fun in just taking off his pants. That was the moment where i made my first jock decision. i reached down, and tore the jeans off. I was astounded by the strength in my 19" arms as i tore them off, a fact which only made me more aroused. I hadn't noticed, but it looked like my dick and balls had burst out of my boxers a while ago, as the torn remainders of them fell down along with my jeans. I stood there, naked in front of the mirror. My legs were incredibly ripped and thick, my calves seemed to be diamonds both in shape and toughness, and were covered with the same thick black hair all the way up both legs and merging with his crotch hairs. His thick member forced its way out from his bush in an almost arrogant fashon: thick, hard and pointing straight at the mirror. It couldn't be less than 9".

I stared at myself. Somehow, it had to have been the game, i had transformed from a skinny nerd into a huge, hairy piece of perfect man-meat. I grinned. How could i have ever not wanted this? I'd had the genetics, and i could have had this naturally. Why hadn't i done it? Well, that mistake was fixed now. I laughed and grabbed at my dick with strong, callused (from workin' out) fingers. I stroked it with one hand, the other hand massaging one of my huge, hairy pecs. Each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my newly thick, meaty body. I slowly picked up the pace, until i was jerking as fast as i could. I felt the climax coming, and i roared with pleasure as i shot my man-juice across the mirror. It was by FAR the best of my life. I must have shot for 5 minutes before i stopped. I stared at the mirror, covered in my own cum, and grinned. Not bothering to clean it up, i swaggered out of the room, suddenly a master of the jock-walk. Not caring that i was naked, i walked downstairs.

Dad was staring at me, his mouth open.

"Scott...?"

"Hey dad, how do ya like it?" I replied with another cocky grin and bouncing my hairy pecs.

"How did this happen...?"

"It's that game i got. I didnt really think it'd work, but im damn happy it did."

"Scott... you dont know..."

"How angry you are? I really dont care if you're pissed at me. Ive got the body of a jacked musclestud now. This is so fuckin' awesome!"

"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say you dont know how proud i am of you."

For once i was shocked.

"I was a jock in high school you know, and i was so disappointed that you weren't. I wanted you to be like me, big and muscular, a football star. But you weren't... and now you are." Dad said. He smiled, his eyes glistening with tears.
"You dont know how proud this makes me."

This was not the reaction i had expected, but i went with it. Anyways it was better than the screaming fit i had expected, and then the demand that i somehow reverse it. I wouldn't have reversed it if i could, but i didnt think it was possible anyways.

"Thanks dad. By the way, whats there to eat? Im starving."



I woke up the next day and yawned, streaching my new 6'2" body. I'd weighed myself last night to be 228lbs, and i was willing to bet none of it was fat. I'd slept nude, and judging by the stickyness of the sheets, i'd shot my load a few times overnight.

Not that i cared.

I rolled out of bed and went downstairs, not caring (as had become the norm) that i was naked and that my thick meat was hanging between my hairy legs. It gave me an excuse to flaunt my uber-masculinity, and i took every opportunity to do so i could. Despite that, i was definatly not prepared for the sight i found in the kitchen. There was a 25 year old stud sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Oh and he was naked, and just as covered with blond hairs as i was with black. This guy was really huge, i mean he put me to shame (which is saying something). He looked a little shorter than me, but not much, and had at least 25lbs on me, if not more. He looked around at me as i entered, mouth open, my cock hanging limply between trees.

He grinned, "That game is awesome son."

I stared, shocked. As i stared at the face, i noticed it really DID look like dad, admittedly 10 years younger.

He laughed, "I guess thats the look i gave you when you walked naked down the stairs, that tool of yours swinging freely like it is now." He stood up and faced me. "How's my package look?" He asked in the same jockish way i felt about myself too.

I didn't know my mouth could drop any lower but it did. Dad's new meat was even bigger than mine, admittedly not by much. Mine was a good 9" but dad's was at least 10" and protruded the same way from his blond bush as mine did from my black bush. As i looked at dad, i couldnt help but wonder that he looked almost exactly like me, except that he was blond, 6 years older (physically), and 25lbs heavier.

We stared at each other for what seemed minutes. I finally managed to get my thoughts in order and asked. "What are you goin to do for a job? You cant exactly go back to the law firm and say hi like that. They'll think you were a crazy porn star on the loose and probably call the police."

He grinned, "You just answered your question: porn star."

I closed my mouth, suddenly looking thoughtful. I had to admit, dad's body was the closest thing i'd seen to perfection. Gay men (like me, i was admitting it) would drool over it as i was now, and he could probably make a fair amount of money off it.

Suddenly it was looking like a new, glorious day



Epilogue:
I walked off the wrestling mat, pumped from my victory. My opponent looked like he'd benefitted from the game's influences too, but i'd had the better genetics and skills. It had been a close match, but i was too strong for the guy. I had to admit he was pretty hot though in that singlet. It was as easy to see his cock as it was to see mine through our singlets.

The game was on recall. Too many kids had played with it and grown up into gay musclemen without their parents approval. EA was facing a major lawsuit but everyone who'd benefitted from the game's effects was not about to give it away. I damn right wasnt.

I stared into the cheering crowd and saw my brother Rick in the crowd, cheering, one massive arm in the air. Of course he really wasnt my brother. He was my dad, but we couldn't really admit that. So he was my older brother now, and i'd gotten used to calling him Rick. I didnt call him dad anymore. Ever. We were jock brothers, and our story was that our parents had been killed in a car crash 2 years before and Rick had inherited legal custody of me until i was 18. It wasn't really tough, and nobody looked hard at it. Rick was the most popular new male model on the market today. He wasn't happy that they forced him to shave his body, but he was payed to flex his muscles and wave his dick around. Not the worst job in the world.

I walked into the bathroom, 10 minutes later, and pulled my singlet down to go piss. One of the problems with them is that you have to piss like taht, because there's no opening to stick your dick out. But i really didnt care, it gave me an excuse to be shirtless in the bathroom. The door opened and a man walked into the stall next to me. I looked over and he looked back. It was the guy i'd just beaten in my match.

"Hey." I muttered. "I'm Scott."

"Andrew" The other guy muttered.

I stared at him. He was definatly jacked. And he'd also played the game. No sophomore could be as hairy as he (and i) was, as muscular as he (and i) was, or as hung as he (and i) was without having played. I let my eyes run over his hairy, thick body. He was doing the same. I looked back at his face and raised an eyebrow.

A moment later, we were in the bathroom stall, our singlets on the floor, naked. We'd agreed that since i'd won that I would fuck him. He was bent over, his hairy bubble-butt waiting. My 9 incher was poised, like a snake prepared to strike.

And with a mighty thrust, i shoved my dick up his perfect ass.

Oh yeah. Fuckin' awesome.




Guys i really need feedback. Last time i asked for feedback i only got one reply. I need to know where i can improve so PLEASE give any thoughts you have, good or bad.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy.

[Speaker]

Hmmmm any ideas why whenever i post a story it does it twice? Its pretty annoying

[arpeejay]

GREAT story! The descriptions are very hot!

xoxo

Richard

[nj.]

I can't say I didn't enjoy it, so good job on that.

You might clean up your writing a bit (making neater sentences and all), but I have to say that it seemed like an ordinary guy giving a report of something that really happened. That kinda had its own charm.

You could, in the future, elaborate on it a bit more. It jumped forward quite quickly and you could make more use of your ideas.

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by Speaker

It really wasn't a good idea for a game when you think about it. A sports game about bodybuilding? How is that at all exciting?

I'd buy it. Not too bad Speaker, not too bad at all.

[Mad Dog]

Yeah, a more in-depth look at what it would feel like to be transformed into a big musclestud and what kind of impact that would have would be appreciated.

[darkluster4]

I liked it, and would buy that game in a heart beat. I would probably have to run a few of these other guys over to do it too.

I would definatly like to see more. More stories, more descriptions of the experience, more options in the game, and more characters with their perspectives. That's alot of mores, but that just shows how good you really did.

[MAZIVKAROLY]

You're doin' really F I N E. Keep up the good work. EA game log-in followed by options/growth cycle is excellent idea. Thanks and keep on goin' and growin' too.

Originally Posted by Speaker

It really wasn't a good idea for a game when you think about it. A sports game about bodybuilding? How is that at all exciting? I mean, when i first heard about it i was pretty surprised that even a company like EA would try a game like this. Of course, back then i was one of the nerds who thought that light shone out of EA's ass, so i guess i can understand why i would buy it anyway.

Oh they advertised it well, saying that you could "Use virtual reality to gain real muscle." I didn't really believe it at first. Who would have?

But i got every opportunity to find out how wrong i was.

I still dont know how the hell they did it. I was a computer nerd before, and even though i was really curious and still had the same skill on computers (i just chose to ignore it most of the time) i never figured out how it was done.

Not that i care.

I was one of those nerds who got every new game the day it came out, and i can at least say that my dad tought me the value of hard work. I never begged for money from him for my games. Oh no, i had a bit of a work ethic at least and i payed for every one i got (which is an impressive sum) by myself.

And this is my story.



I walked down the street, coming home from the store where i'd bought EA's newest game. It came in a much bigger box than most other games, but i really didnt care what it was for. Something to do with the game, so what did i care? It had just come out today, but this was actually the last one the store had. I was steeling myself up to find out that this game was crap, but anyone who'd played Madden would want the next, newest sports game from the same company. Even if it was a game about lifting weights. No doubt they'd make it entertaining. Make it fun for people to play so they didn't get customer complaints. No, it was gonna be a good game.

Somehow i really didn't believe it...

Walking home i reflected about my situation. I was a nerd, plain and simple, but i was managing to endure high school. I'd already gotten past my glacially slow freshman year, hoping that it would get better, but my sophomore year wasn't any better. Yet anyway. It really wasn't my fault that because of my last name, i just happened to have the locker next to the biggest jock in the grade for the second year in a row. The school didn't randomize, it was alphabetical, so there i was, next to Pat for two years, and the jock took every opportunity to rub into my face that he was a jock, i was a nerd, and he was therefore infinately better than i could ever be. That statement was usually accompanied by the flexing of his muscles, which i admit, are truely impressive. The guy doesnt look like a sophomore, he looks like he should be in the senior class. I've gone to school with him ever since kindergarden and if i remember right, he started shaving in the 6th grade, and he'd been lifting weights since then. I swear he cant be under 200lbs, about 5'9" (i was about an inch taller), and with a nonexistant bodyfat, and though i'd never seen his dick, i heard from a kid who once pantsed him (pulled down his pants if you dont know) that it was... what was the word the kid used... "robust."

And i must admit i really didnt do anything to alleviate the fact that i was a massive nerd. I won't deny that i have pretty good genetics. If i were at all interested in lifting weights, i know i could have been a big jock. But i wasn't, and everyone knew it. That's what i think disgusted Pat the most. He saw all the potential in me, and to him, it was all wasted...

These thoughts carried me into my house. It wasn't a big place, but two people dont really need a big house. It's only me and my dad, since my mom and dad were divorced 6 years ago. I havn't seen mom since she moved to, of all places, Australia with some aussie hunk 5 years ago. So now it's just me and my dad.

"Hey Scott." Dad said as I walked through the door, "Whats that there?" Pointing at the game in my hands

"New game for the 360." I responded shortly. I wasn't usually rude but dad knew that when i had a new game, i did not make small talk. I practically ran through the kitchen to the basement and ran downstairs to my, as dad put it, lair. I opened the box and saw that it was actually a sort of virtual reality game. There were two straps and two gloves, labeled RH, LH, LL and RL. I assumed that told me where each strap and glove went. There was also a visor which looked relatively comical, but i put it on anyways. I turned on the 360 and waited for it to load. It wasn't a short wait.

"WELCOME TO BODYBUILDING 101" A voice practically shouted in my ear from the visor. It was the kind of cheery voice which you see on perpetually happy people who would be laughing at their parents' funeral, and which made me grit my teeth in annoyance, but it continued.

"Please enter your name."

I was surprised to find that a virtual keyboard appeared in the air in front of me in the visor screen. As i moved my hands with the gloves on them, the hands appeared in my vision. I could actually type in my name virtually. That at least got me interested. To humor it i typed in my name: Scott Arena.

"Please enter your current weight."

That unnerved me, but i typed in 115. Which was true, and woeful when you consider that i'm 5'10"

"Thank you, please wait as we load."

I waited, mentally preparing myself for the sort of 3 minute loading times you see on the newer games today, but it was only about 15 seconds really. I figured that it must not be a very big program.

In my viewscreen i saw a virtual gym appear. The graphics were excellent, but it was still easy to tell that it was only a game. I made my character walk forward, and looked into one of the virtual mirrors (which were kind of cool). I was shocked. The character in the mirror looked exactly like me. I had never input my appearance, but somehow the game knew it already. This was really unnerving me.

"Please select a workout style."

A number of options appeared such as:
RUNNER'S BUILD
FOOTBALL
WRESTLER
and so on.

I was intrigued that i could put in 3 choices actually so i, to humor the game which probably wanted me to make my character huge, selected
FOOTBALL
WRESTLING
BODYBUILDING

I pressed the Continue button.

"Thank you, you are now being directed to the appropriate exercises."

I didn't have to even move my character. It moved of its own accord to the squat rack. A screen popped up saying that i should find some clear space to do this. I walked behind a chair and continued. I was apparently supposed to mime doing squats. I did, and my character obediantly did so on the screen. I couldn't feel anything, i thought it was just a joke. I had the visor on, so i really couldnt tell that my legs actually were thickening and growing.

The game led me through multiple exercises, from squats, to leg extensions, to curls, to the bench press, to lat pulldowns, and gave me an alltogether full-body workout. It asked me to do abs last.

"Please lay down and do 150 crunches."

I was surprised. I'd never be able to do 150 at once. Hell i didnt think i'd ever done so before. I hesitated, but this time it was as though my character was the one controlling me. I couldn't resist. I sat down and obediantly did crunches. The first few burned, as i'd never really ever tried to lift weights or really exercise. The wierd thing was though, that after the first few, it seemed somehow to get easier. By the end, i was barely feeling them at all. I felt like i could do 500 more. But i didnt. I stood up, and suddenly the game said.

"Thank you for playing. We hope you enjoy the results."

The game went dead.

I was pissed, i thought it had cheated me somehow. I pulled off the visor, gloves and ankle straps. Not even bothering to put them anywhere, i stormed upstairs, leaving the set on the floor.

I went up to my room, pissed off. I flopped down in a chair and grabbed a book and just started reading, to take my mind off the game i wasted $50 on. Quickly i realized that my pants and shirt were extrordinarily tight on my body. I grabbed my crotch, and attempted to straighten it out, to make it less uncomfortable. As i grabbed my dick and balls i stopped dead. That was not my package. I wasn't small, but i was only average, and the meat i was holding was definatly not average. Still, i felt it, leaving there no doubt that it was indeed mine. I looked down for the first time and shouted in shock "HOLY FUCK!"

Under the previously-baggy shirt was no longer the body of a 15 year old skinny-as-a-rail nerd. Previously unheard of pecs forced the skintight material outwards, and it was even possible to see my abs, the shirt was so tight. I jumped out of my chair and ran to the bathroom, but i quickly realized that i couldn't run the way i used to. My thighs were pushing against each other. I realized i had to try to swing one around the other as i walked. I tried it. It almost looked like a swagger, and i knew i'd have to work on it, but at least it worked. I swaggered into the bathroom and stared at the mirror dumbstruck. I was definatly not 15 anymore. I was staring at the body of a 19 year old teen bodybuilder. My face was covered with black stubble, the same ink color as my hair. Without even thinking i tore off my shirt, it seemed like the natural thing to do. I looked in awe at my huge pecs, jutting forward from my torso like huge, tan dinner plates anointed with silver-dollar sized nipples. My shoulders looked like they had to be 3 feet wide, although i knew that was an exaggeration. Not by alot though. I did a double-bi pose and stared at the impressive peaks of granite muscle rising from the arms. It looked like a rock had been shoved under my skin and perched on top of my arms. Veins ran down my thick forearms like a spider's web. And the coup de grace was the black hairs covering my forearms, my abs and my meaty chest. Even under the hair i could tell that i had an impressive 6-pack, maybe an 8-pack, and my treasure trail led down my pants in an almost suggestive manner. I reached for the button on the front of his jeans, but then realized: What was the fun in just taking off his pants. That was the moment where i made my first jock decision. i reached down, and tore the jeans off. I was astounded by the strength in my 19" arms as i tore them off, a fact which only made me more aroused. I hadn't noticed, but it looked like my dick and balls had burst out of my boxers a while ago, as the torn remainders of them fell down along with my jeans. I stood there, naked in front of the mirror. My legs were incredibly ripped and thick, my calves seemed to be diamonds both in shape and toughness, and were covered with the same thick black hair all the way up both legs and merging with his crotch hairs. His thick member forced its way out from his bush in an almost arrogant fashon: thick, hard and pointing straight at the mirror. It couldn't be less than 9".

I stared at myself. Somehow, it had to have been the game, i had transformed from a skinny nerd into a huge, hairy piece of perfect man-meat. I grinned. How could i have ever not wanted this? I'd had the genetics, and i could have had this naturally. Why hadn't i done it? Well, that mistake was fixed now. I laughed and grabbed at my dick with strong, callused (from workin' out) fingers. I stroked it with one hand, the other hand massaging one of my huge, hairy pecs. Each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my newly thick, meaty body. I slowly picked up the pace, until i was jerking as fast as i could. I felt the climax coming, and i roared with pleasure as i shot my man-juice across the mirror. It was by FAR the best of my life. I must have shot for 5 minutes before i stopped. I stared at the mirror, covered in my own cum, and grinned. Not bothering to clean it up, i swaggered out of the room, suddenly a master of the jock-walk. Not caring that i was naked, i walked downstairs.

Dad was staring at me, his mouth open.

"Scott...?"

"Hey dad, how do ya like it?" I replied with another cocky grin and bouncing my hairy pecs.

"How did this happen...?"

"It's that game i got. I didnt really think it'd work, but im damn happy it did."

"Scott... you dont know..."

"How angry you are? I really dont care if you're pissed at me. Ive got the body of a jacked musclestud now. This is so fuckin' awesome!"

"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say you dont know how proud i am of you."

For once i was shocked.

"I was a jock in high school you know, and i was so disappointed that you weren't. I wanted you to be like me, big and muscular, a football star. But you weren't... and now you are." Dad said. He smiled, his eyes glistening with tears.
"You dont know how proud this makes me."

This was not the reaction i had expected, but i went with it. Anyways it was better than the screaming fit i had expected, and then the demand that i somehow reverse it. I wouldn't have reversed it if i could, but i didnt think it was possible anyways.

"Thanks dad. By the way, whats there to eat? Im starving."



I woke up the next day and yawned, streaching my new 6'2" body. I'd weighed myself last night to be 228lbs, and i was willing to bet none of it was fat. I'd slept nude, and judging by the stickyness of the sheets, i'd shot my load a few times overnight.

Not that i cared.

I rolled out of bed and went downstairs, not caring (as had become the norm) that i was naked and that my thick meat was hanging between my hairy legs. It gave me an excuse to flaunt my uber-masculinity, and i took every opportunity to do so i could. Despite that, i was definatly not prepared for the sight i found in the kitchen. There was a 25 year old stud sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Oh and he was naked, and just as covered with blond hairs as i was with black. This guy was really huge, i mean he put me to shame (which is saying something). He looked a little shorter than me, but not much, and had at least 25lbs on me, if not more. He looked around at me as i entered, mouth open, my cock hanging limply between trees.

He grinned, "That game is awesome son."

I stared, shocked. As i stared at the face, i noticed it really DID look like dad, admittedly 10 years younger.

He laughed, "I guess thats the look i gave you when you walked naked down the stairs, that tool of yours swinging freely like it is now." He stood up and faced me. "How's my package look?" He asked in the same jockish way i felt about myself too.

I didn't know my mouth could drop any lower but it did. Dad's new meat was even bigger than mine, admittedly not by much. Mine was a good 9" but dad's was at least 10" and protruded the same way from his blond bush as mine did from my black bush. As i looked at dad, i couldnt help but wonder that he looked almost exactly like me, except that he was blond, 6 years older (physically), and 25lbs heavier.

We stared at each other for what seemed minutes. I finally managed to get my thoughts in order and asked. "What are you goin to do for a job? You cant exactly go back to the law firm and say hi like that. They'll think you were a crazy porn star on the loose and probably call the police."

He grinned, "You just answered your question: porn star."

I closed my mouth, suddenly looking thoughtful. I had to admit, dad's body was the closest thing i'd seen to perfection. Gay men (like me, i was admitting it) would drool over it as i was now, and he could probably make a fair amount of money off it.

Suddenly it was looking like a new, glorious day



Epilogue:
I walked off the wrestling mat, pumped from my victory. My opponent looked like he'd benefitted from the game's influences too, but i'd had the better genetics and skills. It had been a close match, but i was too strong for the guy. I had to admit he was pretty hot though in that singlet. It was as easy to see his cock as it was to see mine through our singlets.

The game was on recall. Too many kids had played with it and grown up into gay musclemen without their parents approval. EA was facing a major lawsuit but everyone who'd benefitted from the game's effects was not about to give it away. I damn right wasnt.

I stared into the cheering crowd and saw my brother Rick in the crowd, cheering, one massive arm in the air. Of course he really wasnt my brother. He was my dad, but we couldn't really admit that. So he was my older brother now, and i'd gotten used to calling him Rick. I didnt call him dad anymore. Ever. We were jock brothers, and our story was that our parents had been killed in a car crash 2 years before and Rick had inherited legal custody of me until i was 18. It wasn't really tough, and nobody looked hard at it. Rick was the most popular new male model on the market today. He wasn't happy that they forced him to shave his body, but he was payed to flex his muscles and wave his dick around. Not the worst job in the world.

I walked into the bathroom, 10 minutes later, and pulled my singlet down to go piss. One of the problems with them is that you have to piss like taht, because there's no opening to stick your dick out. But i really didnt care, it gave me an excuse to be shirtless in the bathroom. The door opened and a man walked into the stall next to me. I looked over and he looked back. It was the guy i'd just beaten in my match.

"Hey." I muttered. "I'm Scott."

"Andrew" The other guy muttered.

I stared at him. He was definatly jacked. And he'd also played the game. No sophomore could be as hairy as he (and i) was, as muscular as he (and i) was, or as hung as he (and i) was without having played. I let my eyes run over his hairy, thick body. He was doing the same. I looked back at his face and raised an eyebrow.

A moment later, we were in the bathroom stall, our singlets on the floor, naked. We'd agreed that since i'd won that I would fuck him. He was bent over, his hairy bubble-butt waiting. My 9 incher was poised, like a snake prepared to strike.

And with a mighty thrust, i shoved my dick up his perfect ass.

Oh yeah. Fuckin' awesome.




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