Sammy Mercer sat his in truck and watched as the muscle head and his drop dead sexy sister left their house and started walking toward the beach together. Sammy had been watching their house for several days now to get a sense of their patterns and knew that both mom and dad left early while the bodybuilder kid and the chick with the perfect tits tended to leave around noon to sunbathe for a few hours before returning. As far as he could tell those four were the only ones who lived there and he never saw anyone else coming or going so he knew that once the kids were out of sight he would have the house, and anything in it, all to himself for a while.
Sammy watched the musclebound twenty-something with a surprising degree of envy. The kid was build, there was no question. Sammy was no small man, at 6 foot 6 and 320 pounds he was something of a monster, but so much of his bulk was less muscle than it used to be and Sammy was not as strong as he had been years ago. As he observed the kid's muscles Sammy thought back to his glory days in high school when he was in peak form. He had been a dominating defensive lineman who picked up the nickname "The Semi" after mowing down countless opponents. Sammy "The Semi" Mercer had never had a body like the bodybuilder across the street, cut and bulging, but he had been quite the juggernaut and could have probably bowled right over that kid. Even now he imagined he was tough enough to take him on, but wasn't entirely sure.
He turned his attention to the girl, and what a girl at that! While he'd been casing the house he constantly enjoyed the glimpses he would catch of her. Sammy had seen so few women like her in his life and imagined her perfect tits wrapped around his dick and her ass bouncing on his lap. There were so many things he wanted to do to her and just thinking about them was getting him hard. Sammy had his own girl back at his place, Kylee, and she was a looker in her own right in her day. The trouble was that in the last few years Kayla had put on too many extra pounds in the wrong places and was looking less like the girl Sammy used to show off on his arm.
Sammy did what he could to stifle his erection and focus on the job at hand. He'd been bouncing from neighborhood to neighborhood over the past several months looking for families that seemed rich but were dumb enough not to invest in security systems. Now that this one was sitting pretty he hopped out of his truck with a huge duffle bag and made his way to the front door. A fast pick job had the door swinging wide open and he entered quickly stuffing anything of value into his black bag. He went straight upstairs and into the parents room. He grinned when he found a large jewelry box that looked stuffed to overflowing sitting right next to a laptop computer. Sammy made his way down the hall to a room he guessed to he the girls. Sammy scooped up an iPhone that was laying on the her bed and slipped it into his pocket.
Suddenly he heard a sound come from the bathroom across the hall. There was someone else here! Someone he hadn't seen in all his days on his steak-out. Without a moments hesitation Sammy walked out of the room and down the stairs exiting the house and pulling the door closed. He returned to his truck, fired up the engine and sped away.
- - -
Sammy sat on his back porch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He had turned his bag of loot over to Kylee who acted as his fence and found buyers. When she had asked why there wasn't more Sammy had given her a look that had told her that questions were off limits for the time being. Now as Sammy drowned his sorrows he kicked himself for not being better prepared.
Sammy took a long swallow off the bottle and set it down. Something was poking him in he rear. When he investigated it he found the iPhone he had lifted earlier. Absentmindedly he unlocked it and found himself staring at a 3D rendering of the bodybuilder kid. There were buttons and sliders up and down the sides of the screen and several tabs at the top. Just before Sammy could touch one of them a message appeared on screen:
OWNERSHIP ERROR - RECALIBRATING...
Then a box appeared asking him to place his thumb inside. Sammy had drunk just enough whiskey so that this didn't seem like a bad idea, and once he touched the screen it blinked a new message:
THANK YOU, SAM!
"What the fuck?" Sammy said aloud before being silenced by the appearance of his own image. The model on the screen wore the exact same jeans and wife-beater combination he wore. After staring at the screen for a very long time Sammy began tapping through different menus trying to understand what he was dealing with. Much of what he found didn't make sense to him, but then he found one menu that he understood: "Muscle." When he selected it he was given two sliders to adjust one for size and another for strength. Sammy placed his finger on the size adjuster and slowly moved it to the right. Instantly the 3D model on the screen began to grow. The avatar's body went from being built like a refrigerator to being build like a statue of a Greek god. Much of Sammy's fat remained but his muscles grew making the image look like an enormous off season bodybuilder. Sammy pushed the slider a little further and watched as the pretend version of himself grew right out of his clothes.
Sammy chuckled to himself. "I'd like to see some punk fuck with me if I looked like that. I'd be able to mop the floor with anybody."
Sammy moved the strength slider up, slowly at first, then when he saw no physical change he slid it back and forth rapidly all the way up and back again. That one seemed pretty useless so he just left it sitting on the halfway mark and moved on. He tapped through a few more screens stopping on one that had a body fat reading. He began reducing this number and watched as the amorphous masses around his body began receding rapidly leaving only the giant slabs of muscle. As the fat melted away Sammy became less the off season bodybuilder and more the competition ready bodybuilder. By the time he was finished the avatar was shredded beyond belief becoming an anatomy chart of muscle groups, each one in stark relief.
"Damn, now I'd for sure blow that kid out of the water. Now that I'm all big, though, something else looks tiny." Sammy zoomed in on the 3D model's crotch. "Let's fix that."
He found the menu easily enough and added length and girth to both his flaccid member as well as his erection and even adding mass to his balls turning himself into a porn stars wet dream.
"I don't know what this program is supposed to do, but it looks good. I wouldn't mind being built like that. Ain't nobody in the world would fuck with a guy with those muscles."
Sammy was about to close the app and shut the phone off, but something made him tap the "Apply Changes" button in the top corner first. Perhaps he thought he was saving the changes he'd made to review later, but as soon as he had touched it a building heat in his chest made him realize that everything about the mysterious program was real.
Sammy dropped the phone to the porch and stood up. Only a few seconds had passed and already his clothes were becoming uncomfortably tight. The heat in his chest was now radiating out to his entire body and growing hotter by the moment. He put his hands on his chest and felt it quickly moving forward while his tank top tightened. Then he held his arms up and saw they were noticeably larger. Initially Sammy had felt panic but now he was elated. He may not have gotten much out of the house earlier, but he had found something better than he could have imagined.
Sammy clothes began to rip apart and fall away leaving him wearing nothing but his tightening briefs which were quickly losing the battle against his growing cock and balls. Seconds later he was entirely naked in his backyard and couldn't care less. Fat was rapidly melting off of his growing frame revealing the obscene musculature below and even as his massive muscles slowed their expansion the heat within them continued to build sealing within his cells a strength beyond Sammy's wildest dreams.
When his transformation had completed Sammy was a living monument to muscle weighing in at 480 pounds. He raised an arm and flexed a record shattering bicep measuring 35 inches around. Sammy flexed his tree trunk legs and felt his toes digging into the solid oak boards beneath his feet; breaking through the hard wood like it was styrofoam. Intrigued by the ease with which he was able to break such sturdy material Sammy walked down the porch steps to a pile of small logs he used as fire wood. He picked up a fairly thick chunk and held it lengthwise between his hands. He started to squeeze and before he felt he was even applying any pressure at all the log shattered into a million splinters and virtually disintegrated between his palms.
He smiled as he remembered the strength slider he had adjusted and left sitting at the halfway point. "Obviously these muscles ain't just for show."
Still naked Sammy walked through the backdoor to his garage and approached his truck. In one quick confident move Sammy gripped the rear bumper and lifted the entire back end of the vehicle off the ground. Feeling no strain he lifted higher and moved forward so that he was under the truck. Now he lifted the entire thing off the ground. As it rose the truck crashed into several cross beams in the ceiling but Sammy hardly noticed. He adjusted his grip and removed one of his hands so that he held the 3 ton truck aloft with a single hand. He pumped the pickup up and down a few times and laughed with glee noting how easy it was.
"Sammy the Semi is back and better than ever!" he shouted. "And he's going to take whatever he wants from now on!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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