Chapter 1: Rising Action
Michael looked down at the sterile white ceramic floor of the studio. The plastic chair he was sitting on uncomfortable under his bony ass. His tall lanky frame unfit for the small chair. He sighed. Was he doing the right thing? Giving up his free will for a game show?
He looked around, next to him other participants eagerly waiting for their turn. In front of him, maybe abour 15 feet away he looked at the back of the chair of the host. Next to him a chair for the participant.
He looked down, thinking about the audition process, how desperate he was to change, to be someone else. And now here he was. A participant on the game show "Change4U".
The Host stood up, a tall and charismatic figure, dressed in a sleek white suit. His smile gleamed as bright as the studio around him. He moved with a grace and confidence that Michael couldn't help but feel intimidated by.
He turned to face the audience, his eyes scanning over each participant.
"Welcome to 'Change4U'," he began, his voice booming through the speakers. "The show where we change everything about you."
A murmur of excitement and fear rippled through the crowd. Michael shifted in his seat, his heart pounding in his chest.
The Host continued, "You have all given up your free will to be a part of this show.
And in return, we will transform you into someone else's ideal. A better version of yourself. You will no longer have to struggle with your insecurities and doubts. We will take care of everything."
Michael looked around at the other participants, taking in their eager and hopeful faces. He couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with them. They were all in this together, giving up their freedom for a chance to be someone new.
The Host continued, “Please welcome this weeks special guest Tim Cook!”
A holographic image of the Apple CEO appeared on stage, and the crowd went wild.
“Tim has graciously agreed to participate in this week's show, and we will be transforming one of you into his ideal,” the Host announced.
The Participants looked around, hoping it was them.
“So mr Cook. What brings you here today”. Tim nodded and spoke “I am looking for a personal assistant and friend. Someone with a higher IQ than most people, able to assist me in running my tech empire, able to work under pressure and think outside the box. I'm sure the Host will find the perfect match for me here.”
The Host nodded his head in agreement and replied “Of course Tim, we always find the perfect match here in Change4U. We have carefully screened and picked our participants and I'm sure one of them will be able to meet your requirements.”
The Host turned back to the participants, his smile still wide and bright. “Alright, let's start with the first participant. Please welcome to the stage Dee’Andre!” The Host announced.
A young Black man, about mid 20s stepped up to the stage. He had a big smile on his face, his eyes bright with excitement.
“Now Dee’Andre,” The Host asked, “Are you ready to be transformed into Tim Cook’s ideal personal assistant and friend?”
Dee’Andre nodded eagerly without hesitation. “Yes I am ready.”
The Host looked satisfied and turned to Tim. “What do you think, sir? Is this the one for you?”
Tim looked at Dee’Andre with a critical eye, studying him. He looked at the stats appearing on a screen next to his head. “I think we can increase his IQ and upload the apple database to his brain.” Tim replied, still studying Dee’Andre.
“Very well, then.” The Host said, turning back to Dee’Andre. “Are you ready to give up your free will and become someone else’s ideal?”
Dee’Andre hesitated for a brief moment, but then nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’m ready.”
The host attached tabs to Dee’Andre’s head and neck, and activated the machine next to them. A beam of light shot out, enveloping Dee’Andre’s body. His form flickered as the light passed through him, and then settled back down. The host removed the tabs, and patted Dee’Andre on the back.
“And that’s all it takes,” The Host said. “Welcome to your new life as Tim Cook’s personal assistant and friend.”
Dee’Andre looked down at his hands, seeming to notice them for the first time.
He flexed his fingers, smiling as he realized that his IQ had indeed Increased. He looked back up at Tim, who was nodding in approval.
“Now, this may be inappropriate but I’m a man and I have needs..” Tim Cook continued. “Would you mind if I made some personal changes?” Tim Cook asked, with a coy smile on his face.
Dee’Andre looked at the Host, unsure of what to say.
The Host nodded, giving him permission. “It’s a part of the package, you agreed to give up your free will, remember? He can do whatever he pleases with you.”
Dee’Andre turned back to Tim, a sense of unease settling in his stomach. But he had signed up for this, hadn’t he? Giving up his free will in exchange for a new life, and this was a part of it.
He forced a smile onto his face, “I’m glad to be of service, sir.” He replied, with a forced voice.
Tim Cook looked at him, his eyes scanning over Dee'Andre's form. “I would like to change a few things about your physical appearance as well.” He said, with a gleam in his eyes.
Dee’Andre sucked in a breath, feeling his heart begin to race. But before he could reply, the Host interrupted.
“Of course, sir.
We can make those changes for you,” The Host said easily, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
He waved his hand and a console appeared in front of Tim Cook. Tim touched some buttons on the console and a hologram appeared in front of Dee’Andre.
“Take a look at these options and pick the one you like best.” The Host said to Dee’Andre.
Dee’Andre looked at the hologram, his stomach twisting as he saw the different physical changes he could undergo. He looked away, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew he had signed up for this but looking at these options, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He looked around, the other participants seemed to be in high spirits, already engrossed in the different changes they could undergo.
He looked back at the hologram, taking a deep breath. He scrolled through the different options, trying to push down the feeling of dread that was building in his stomach.
“I think maybe I should chooss” Tim said. “I want him to be white, European looking. I want his butt to be round, his asshole nice and loose. His penis atleast 12 inches and his hunger for sex to be never ending”.
Dee’Andre felt a sense of disgust as he heard Tim’s words. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but he couldn’t back out now. He had given up his free will, he had to go through with this.
He steeled himself, scrolling through the hologram until he found the options that Tim wanted. He selected them, and then turned to the Host, his eyes full of fear.
The Host smiled, waving his hand and the machine started again. The light surrounding Dee’Andre, causing him to go stiff.
His skin tingled as the beam of light passed over him, changing his appearance to fit Tim Cook’s ideal. After what felt like an eternity, the beam turned off, and Dee’Andre’s new form was revealed. His skin had lightened a few shades, his features now more European. His body was slimmer, with more muscular contours, and a more prominent rear. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust as he looked at his new self. Was this what he had signed up for?
“Spin for us Arturo” Tim commanded. “Thats your new name”.
Tim said, as Dee’Andre turned to give him a view of his newly formed round buttocks “Arturo”.
Dee’Andre, now Arturo, shivered at the sound of his new name. It felt foreign on his lips, a constant reminder of the changes he had undergone. He couldn’t believe it, he was no longer himself, he had changed into someone else’s ideal.
“Now, Arturo.” Tim said with an uncanny enthusiasm.
Arturo couldn’t help but cringe as he looked at the grotesque figure Tim had molded him into. His once fit and toned body now possessed a layer of flab hanging over his hips, his chest covered in dense muscle, bulging oversized biceps and rounded pecs, all of which seemed unnecessary and far from what he would have chosen for himself.
Arturo's face had transformed as well, slicked back dark hair, a sharp jawline, and piercing green eyes, with thick fake eyelashes and a red pouty lip.
Arturo sighed inwardly and resigned to his fate, knowing that this was the price he had to pay for participating in the show. He couldn't deny that his circumstances could be worse; he was now working for one of the most influential people in the tech industry, and Tim had treated him well so far.
He turned to Tim Cook with an uncertain smile, trying to put on a brave front.
“We now continue with the changes inside. Personality, pheromones, hormones etc.” The Host explained, almost dripping with enthusiasm. The interest on the participants' faces grew tenfold as they listened.
Next up, Dee’Andre... I mean Arturo, sat down for his personality and behavioral changes.
“Describe your ideal version of Arturo, Tim” The Host asked, with an eager grin on his face.
“I want him to be always ready and eager to please me, my servant of sorts.” Tim replied. “A sex crazed, obedient little doll without a thought of his own. I want him to only think of my pleasure.”
The Host nodded, “That can definitely be arranged.” He tapped a few keys on a remote control and beeped. “Ok Tim, it’s done.” Tim nodded satisfied and Arturo couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He used to be Dee’Andre, a young Black man with dreams of making it big in the tech industry. Now he was Arturo, a white, muscular and extremely obedient man, ready to serve Tim Cooks every whim and desire.
The Host waved Arturo out of the chair and turned to the crowd. “Next up, we have Michael. Are you ready for change Michael?” The Host asked, his eyes scanning over the tall lanky man nervously fidgeting in his seat.
Michael looked up at the Host, his heart pounding in his chest. Was he ready for this? Giving up his free will for a chance at a new life?
He looked around at the other participants, seeing the excitement and eagerness on their faces. He couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy. He had always struggled with his own identity, feeling like he was never good enough as himself.
He turned back to the Host, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I’m ready.” He said, his voice wavering slightly.
The Host smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit.”
He looked past Michael and nodded to someone off stage. Michael turned to see two technicians pushing a chair onto the stage. It was large and padded, with restraints attached to the arms and legs.
The technicians positioned the chair in front of Michael, and he took a step back, his mind racing.
The Host moved closer, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Michael?" he asked, a cruel glint in his eyes. Michael looked down at the chair, his heart pounding. He swallowed hard, nodding slowly.
"Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The Host smiled, clapping his hands together.
"Excellent," he said.
"Step forward and take a seat."
Michael looked at the chair again, taking in the restraints. A sense of unease settled in his stomach, but he knew there was no turning back now. He had given up his free will for a chance at a new life, and this was the price he had to pay.
He took a deep breath, stepping forward and taking a seat in the chair. The technicians quickly strapped him in, securing his arms and legs to the restraints.
He looked up at the Host, feeling vulnerable and scared.
The Host smiled, putting a comforting hand on Michael's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Michael," he said. "You're in good hands. We'll make sure you're transformed into someone else's ideal, just like we did with Arturo. Tell us something about yourself, your ideals, your life goals, about your sexual orientation, religion, hobbies etc.”
The Host asked, his voice full of interest.
Michael hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the sudden personal questions. But then he remembered that this was part of the process. Giving up his free will meant giving up everything about himself, including his privacy.
He took a deep breath, and began to tell the Host about himself. About how he was a 26-year-old man struggling with his own identity and beliefs. How he was deeply religious, but also struggled with homophobic thoughts. He had always been told that being gay was a sin, and it made him question himself, his thoughts and desires. He couldn't help but feel guilty and ashamed for the feelings he had. He spoke about his goals and ambitions, how he wanted to make a difference in the world, to help people, but he didn't know how. He had always felt lost and unsure of himself, wanting to find a sense of purpose in his life.
He spoke about his hobbies, his love for the outdoors, hiking and camping.
About how he was a simple man, who enjoyed the peacefulness of nature and how it made him feel closer to God.
The Host listened intently, taking notes on a pad in his hand. When Michael finished speaking, the Host smiled.
"Interesting," he said,Leanining back in his chair, taking a long slow look at Michael. "We can use all of that. Your transformation is going to be different from the other participants."
Michael felt a spark of curiosity and intrigue.
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at the Host with wide eyes. “Usually our transformations are career related. But yours will be personal, when you leave tonight you will be someones dream partner. How does that sound?” The Host leaned forward with a sly grin on his face.
Michael felt a shiver run down his spine. Something in that comment gave him pause. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Host opened his arms wide, signaling the room around him. “Take a look at the studio, Michael. Look at the participants, all eager to become someone else's ideal. But what does it really mean to fulfill another person's fantasy? To become a perfect version of yourself that you were never intended to be?
Michael looked around, pondering the Host's words.
He saw Arturo, once Dee’Andre, now a sex-crazed, obedient servant to Tim Cook, nodding and smiling at his master's every command.
Michael felt a shiver of unease run down his spine.
He knew what he was signing up for when he joined the show. Giving up his free will for a chance at a new life, but was this what he was truly agreeing to?
“Now let me explain a few things, the next participant will be able to change you into his or hers ultimate fantasy. But we don’t want them to feel guilty about doing so. So we have invented rose coloured glasses. These glasses filter out any negative emotions. Meaning, the participant won’t be able to se or hear you struggling.” The Host explained, picking up a pair of pink tinted glasses from the counter.
They were sleek and stylish, with a glossy finish that reflected the bright lights of the studio. Michael couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as he looked at them. He knew what the Host was implying, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for this.
“Let me show you how it works” the Host continued, as he placed the glasses over Michael’s eyes.
At once, Michael felt his surroundings shift. The bright lights of the studio faded into soft, muted colours.
Michael could feel himself becoming lighter, as if his worries and anxieties were being lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly, he felt a strange calmness wash over him.
He was now looking at the studio through rose-coloured glasses, and everything around him had taken on a warm, pleasant hue. The Host smirked, clearly pleased with his demonstration.
He took the glasses away, snapping him back to reality. “Now let’s welcome your partner to be: Nick!” The Host exclaimed as a young man stepped out from the backstage area.
Nick was a slim young man in his mid-twenties, his dark hair stylishly spiked up with gel. He was shy and reserved, often feeling out of place and struggling with self-confidence due to his skinny, short stature. He had trouble expressing himself and was always lost in finding his purpose in life. Nick looked like a loser. Dream partner? Michael thought. I’m not gay, I’ll never be gay.
I don’t want to be anyone’s dream partner, Michael thought, as he looked Nick over. The young man stood there, looking around nervously, his eyes darting towards the ground.
“Nick, welcome to Change4U! I hope you’re ready for the change of a lifetime.” The Host said, smiling, but the sinister smile did not reach his eyes.
Nick looked up at the Host, and then over to Michael. He bit his lip, as if debating something in his mind.
Michael felt a knot in his stomach as he watched Nick approach the stage. Nobody was speaking, everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
As Nick stood in front of Michael, he seemed even smaller, almost fragile. His eyes were wide and scared, and his breathing was fast and shallow. Michael noticed that he had a slight stutter, and he felt a mix of emotions when he looked at Nick's downturned eyes.
The Host spoke up, "Let me introduce our special guests, Nick and Michael, who have both chosen to participate in our life-changing show.
Tell us about yourself, Nick and what brings you to Change4U?"
Nick looked up nervously, "Well um, hi, I'm Nick. I've always struggled to find my place in this world, I'm short and skinny, I have trouble expressing myself and have trouble finding my purpose. I've never been anyone's dream partner, and I've always felt like I'm not good enough. That's why I'm here, I hope that this show can help me become someone's ideal, and give me a sense of purpose and confidence.
“sorry to give you the wrong impression Nick, we will grant you a few changes. But we’re really here for Michael. We want to gift you the perfect husband” The Host said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Michael’s heart skipped a beat as he heard those words. He couldn't believe it. Being married to a man was the last thing on his mind. What did this mean for him and his faith? He felt a sudden urge to run, to get out of this strange, futuristic studio.
“please Nick, put on these glasses” the host handed the rose coloured glasses over to Nick.
He looked at Nick, the young man who would become his husband. Michael couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance and confusion. He didn't understand why he had to be turned into someone else's ideal.
"Alright, let's begin." The Host said, his tone neutral.
The technicians attached several wires to both Michael and Nick, the wires connected to a machine behind them. The machine hummed to life, bright lights illuminating the stage.
"What are the glasses for?" Nick asked, his eyes wide with fear.
“Well” the host turned to face the audience. “We control everything Nick hears and sees. We censor what we dont want him to see or hear. Like this!”
He points at nick who has his eyes closed. As if in a trance.
“Do you understand Nick?” The host smiled at him.
“no, I’m sorry, I.. I must’ve dosed off for a second there”
Nick stammered, blinking rapidly as he came back to reality.
“Nick, this is Michael. He’s about to become the ideal partner for you” The Host said with a wink, gesturing towards Michael.
Michael tensed as the Host introduced him, his heart hammering in his chest.
He looked at Nick, who was grinning nervously as the technicians attached the rose-coloured glasses to his face. Michael felt like the stage was closing in on him, a sense of desperation and unease building up inside him.
He looked at Nick, whose gaze was locked onto him with an intensity that made Michael's skin crawl. He tried to look away, but the rose-colored glasses restricted his vision to only what the Host wanted him to see. Michael's thoughts were racing, trying to figure out a way to escape or reverse this decision. He could hear the host's voice in his ear, whispering sweet nothings into his subconscious, promising him a new lease on life. But Michael could also feel the darkness that lurked beneath the surface, a hidden agenda that the host refused to acknowledge.
“Please get me out!” Michael screamed. He looked at the television screens around the studio, they were pointed at him. The image had a pink filter over them. He saw himself, not screaming but instead moaning and flirting. irting back to the camera.
"What's wrong Michael? Don't you want to be someone's dream partner? Are you afraid of being someone's ultimate fantasy?" The Host whispered into Michael's ear, the cruel glint in his eyes never fading.
Michael's mind raced. This was not what he had signed up for. He didn't want to be anyone's dream partner, least of all to Nick. But the rose-colored glasses made it impossible for him to resist. They changed the way Nick perceived reality. In Nicks mind Michael was an eager participant.
he was flirting and enjoying the attention, but in reality, he was desperately trying to escape. Michael felt a wave of guilt and panic wash over him as he struggled against his restraints, desperate to get out of the chair.
The Host watched the scene unfold with amusement, his cruel eyes gleaming with delight as Michael squirmed in his chair. He didn't care about Michael's inner turmoil or about him becoming someone's dream partner. All that mattered to him was putting on a good show for the audience.
The Host smiled, shaking his head with a smirk, “Awww, poor Michael. Don’t worry, Michael. Nick is just your future, your destiny, the perfect partner for you.”
Michael closed his eyes tightly, feeling tears trickling down his cheeks. He could feel the strain in his body, the fear and anxiety building up, filling every inch of his being. He couldn't help but feel helpless, like he was trapped in a nightmare with no way out.
"No, this can't be happening. I'm not ready for this.”
“Yes honey, I’m so ready for this” Nick responded. The glasses messing with his perception of reality. , making it appear as if Michael was agreeing to the transformation happily.
The Host smiled, turning to the technicians. “Alright Nick, we read your application. And.. we we’re quite impressed. You seem to have a lot of interesting fetishes. Sizeplay, muscle growth, macrophilia, daddy issues, dominatrix.. the list goes on and on. Care to elaborate?”
The Host asked, arching a brow.
Nick fidgeted nervously, his gaze flicking back and forth between The Host and Michael.
“Well, uh, I’ve always been into, um… dominance and submission,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
The Host grinned, obviously enjoying Nick’s discomfort. “Ah, a fetish for the kinky side of things. We can definitely work with that.”
He waved a hand, and the technicians went to work, adjusting various knobs and switches on their machines.
“Ive always wanted a daddy. Not a real one… I mean like, someone to protect me. Like he’s my personal guard angel”. Nick continued, his voice growing stronger. “I’m kinky and I love to be dominated by someone who has more experience than me. I want to be made to feel powerless and small, but still cared for, loved even. I have a bit of a sizeplay fetish, you know? I’m into muscle growth too, I love seeing my partner grow. All juiced up and manly. Testosterone flowing through my husbands veins”. Nick said, his voice echoing through the studio, his eyes shining with excitement.
The Host clapped his hands together. “Excellent, perfect. Now let’s start small. You can design Michael step by step to fit your ideal fantasy. Let’s start with height. Michael is already quite a tall fellow, standing at 2,09m anything you wanna add?”
Nick looked up at Michael with an investigative gaze. Michael pulled on his restraints. “Please no! Please, I’ve always hated not being able to fit in cars, showers, airplanes. Please don’t turn me into even more of a freak!”
But, it was no use. The glasses made it impossible for Nick to hear his cries. Instead Nick saw a version of Michael that was eager to grow. Smiling lovingly at him.
“Well, let’s not do anything crazy. Maybe we can make him 2,35m? He’s going to make me feel safe and protected with his impressive stature” Nick sighed with desire. The Host chuckled. “Very well, 2,35m it is. But I have to warn you, Michael here is quite thin, and we can only work with what we have. But we’ll make sure that he has all the right muscles in all the right places.”
The technicians made a few adjustments on the machine, and the sound of whirring filled the room as it came to life once more. A sudden sensation of warmth enveloped Michael's body, feeling as if lightning bolts ran through him.
Every muscle in his body grew, his bones elongated and adjusted to the increase in mass. He gritted his teeth, struggling against the restraints that held him in place.
He saw the look of ecstasy on Nick's face as he watched Michael's transformation, mesmerized by the changes that took place right before his eyes. Michael wanted to scream, to protest, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a strained groan as the pain intensified.
The Host watched with a grin on his face, he was enjoying the show.
Michael was tall as a giant but he was now skinnier than ever. His fat being distributed over his new height. He looked lanky and frail. His skin stretched uncomfortably over his new height, and he looked like an oversized skeleton.
“Excellent! Now for the muscular development.”
The machine hummed to life once more, and this time as the technicians adjusted the settings, Michael's body began to swell with newfound muscle mass. He felt heavy, weighed down by it, and he struggled to breathe. His body wasn't used to the sudden change and every inch of him, from his broad shoulders to his now long and sinewy legs, screamed in pain.
“So when you think of your dream partner, is there anyone in particular you have on your mind Nick?”
Nick responded “Well there is this pornstar that I’ve always adored. Chase Carlston. He’s a big bodybuilder. I want Michael to be an even better version of him”. Nick said, a hint of awe in his voice as he watched Michael’s body expand and grow.
“Very well, let’s start creating Chase Carlston 2.0 then” The Host said, with an amused grin.
As the transformation continued, Michael’s mind and consciousness began to fade, being replaced by the persona of Chase Carlston. He felt different, stronger, more domineering even.
The pain in his body subsided as he adapted to his new muscles. He was no longer in pain, but instead became curious of what his future would hold.
"Now Nick, do you have any requests for facial features and hair?" The Host asked.
Nick looked at Michael, now Chase Carlston, with an intensity that Michael had never seen in his eyes before. "I've always been into men with short, dark hair and piercing green eyes, maybe some stubble."
Michael's hair darkened and shortened, growing thick and luxurious. His facial hair grew in, tickling his skin and giving him a rugged appearance. His eyes, once a dull brown, were now a brilliant green.
“no, maybe I want him to look more liken chase. Bald with a nice short beard” Nick requested.
Michael’s hair vanished before his eyes, his scalp now smooth and bare. His beard grew in a instant, wiry and rough against his skin. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Who was this person staring back at him in the mirror?
The Host watched the transformation with a wicked smile on his face. He had always loved to play with people's lives, bending them to his will and forcing them to confront their darkest desires. And this was no exception.
"Alright, Nick. What’s your fascination with big muscular men?”
“Well, they just look so.. manly. Like they can give me protection. And they look like they give the best hugs”. Nick chuckled.
“So is our new Chase here, big enough for you?” The Host asked, smirking as Nick’s eyes trailed over Michael’s sculpted muscles.
“Well, I guess. He could always be.. bigger. Wider. Would you like that Chase?” To be even wider, larger?” Nick asked, with eyes filled with desire.
Michael’s eyes met Nick’s, confusion and fear in his eyes. But the rose-coloured glasses on Nick's face made it impossible for him to recognize the discomfort and fear in Michael's gaze.
The Host chuckled, “Very well then, let's give Chase here some extra mass, some extra width.”
The machine hummed to life once more, and a feeling of warmth spread through Michael's body.
His already massive muscles began to grow even larger, his waist expanding and his shoulders broadening until he was nearly twice as wide as he had been before. The new Chase Carlston 2.0 was massive, towering over Nick and the Host, and he couldn't help but be intimidated by his own reflection in the mirror.
"That's enough for now," the Host said, his voice sounding small in comparison to Michael's. "Nick, is this your ideal partner?”
Nick thought long and hard… “Well you see ceaser, I’m a size queen. Chase’s penis is looking a little average”. Nick stated with a hint of disappointment.
The Host looked at Chase's groin area, inspecting it carefully. Michael, now Chase, felt a blush rise to his cheeks as the Host scrutinized him in such an intimate way. He couldn't help but feel violated and uncomfortable under the Host's intense gaze.
"Well, we can always adjust that," the Host said with a wink. The technicians went to work once again, turning various dials and switches on their machines. This time, Chase felt a strange sensation in his pelvic area.
It was as though something was expanding within him, stretching him beyond his limits. He bit back a scream, trying to remain calm and composed, but the pain was unbearable. He could feel his body expanding with each passing second, every inch of him becoming larger and more imposing than before.
As the technicians looked on with fascination, Chase's clothes grew tighter and tighter until they burst open with a loud ripping sound. He was now naked for all to see, standing before Nick and the Host in all his muscular glory.
“Nick do you know what a liposuction is?” the Host asked, with a knowing smile.
Nick shook his head, unsure of what the Host meant. Michael, now Chase, shrugged and looked away, feeling embarrassed and awkward.
“It's a procedure to remove fat from specific areas of the body” the Host explained. “It's a common cosmetic surgery to give people the bodies they desire.”
With that, Chase watched as a team of technicians positioned themselves around him. He felt a strange sense of anticipation as they began to work on him, theirgloves snapping and the sound of vacuum machines whirring to life.
“But, we’ve recently invented a reverse liposuction. Making bodyparts thicker and in this case longer. Please gentlemen, attach the pump to Chase’s genitals. Now Nick,” the host put his hand on Nicks lap “all you have to do is tell them when to stop”. Nick hesitated for a moment, looking back and forth between Michael and the host.
“I... I don’t know if I can.” He whispered, his voice trembling. The host gave him an encouraging smile, resting a comforting hand on Nick’s shoulder.
“Don't worry, you'll get used to it” he said with a squeeze, “just let them know when to stop”.
Nick hesitated for a few moments, only before he felt an intense urge welling up inside of him, one that he couldn't deny.
He looked back at Michael, now Chase, and could only see the overwhelming power that lay within his partner's body. He too felt a strange sense of power--power over another human being.
"Start." Nick muttered, his voice barely audible.
The technicians began to pump at a steady pace, pushing Chase's genitals to their limits, stretching them wider and thicker than Nick had ever imagined. The sensation of the expansion was hard to describe, like an inflatable toy being filled with air. Chase winced in pain, unable to contain the groans that escaped his lips.
The technicians paid him no mind, focused only on their task at hand, and the Host watched on with a sadistic grin.
“Stop!” Nick suddenly shouted, snapping the Host out of his delight. “That’s enough! Please, stop!”
The technicians stopped at once, releasing Chase’s genitals, which now looked grotesque and swollen. Nick couldn't help but feel a bit shocked at what he had just done.
“Well then, Nick. Is Chase now the ideal partner you desired?” The Host asked, his tone laced with amusement.
Nick stared at the massive, swollen organ filling out the form-fitting leathers. He couldn't believe what he had just done. The Host let out a satisfied chuckle as he observed the sight before him, his eyes glinting with pleased satisfaction.
“You finally found your ideal partner, Nick. Congratulations.” The Host remarked casually, patting Nick on the shoulder.
Nick stiffened, trying to pull away from the invasive embrace, his eyes fixed on the swollen figure before him.
“Michael..
” Nick stammered, unable to take his eyes off the monster that once was Michael. He had it in him to admit this, but the sudden realization of what he had truly asked for nearly rendered him speechless.
Michael winced as he looked at himself, the oversized, painful appendage making him cringe. Distanced from reality, but a part of him felt appalled and humiliated.
But Nick could’t deny the view. His penis must’ve been 12 inches at the very least. Making Michael into a sex god.
“Don’t worry you two, the swelling will subside”.
The Host reassured, his voice a mixture of sincerity and amusement.
Nick hesitated for a moment, torn between disgust and curiosity. He had no idea what to do or think as he stood there, feeling overwhelmed by the situation that had just unfolded.
The host smiled. “Now, let's get you two and your ‘new’ body familiar with each other. Why don't you get dressed Chase, and we can show you both to your new and lavish apartment. There, you can enjoy each other for weeks until the next episode.
Of course, with your new appearance, I'm sure we'll have plenty of eager viewers eager to lavish in your presence." The Host informed the two men.
Nick and Michael exchanged uneasy glances, neither one willing to admit to their apprehension. Nick felt a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, and he knew deep down that he had made a huge mistake. But he couldn't deny the lure of living a life of luxury and becoming the object of others' desire.
Nick reluctantly nodded, gesturing towards Michael, now Chase.
"Lead the way." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chase grunted in pain, his enormous muscles made walking even more difficult than before. He stumbled and swayed as he made his way to a door, where two technicians helped him get dressed in the designer clothes that the Host had prepared for him. Nick watched in silence, feeling a growing sense of tension and unease as the minutes ticked by.
Finally, the time came for the two men to leave the studio.