Charles has been down on his luck for months. His fiance broke up with him, he lost his comfy office job in IT, and his savings was quickly drying up. He can afford one last month of rent before he’ll be on the streets. In a last ditch effort to find employment, Charles went to the mall.

He wondered around for hours and found nothing. Marching his pudgy frame around the mall produced nothing but covering him in sweat. Charles rounded a corner to try the last arm of the mall when he spotted a booth with several very muscular men standing in front wearing fairly revealing workout gear.

Charles was about to walk by, attempting to try the small computer store for work, when one of the men stopped him.

“Hey brah, I’m Cody”

“Hi, I-I’m Charles” he mumbled, embarrassed to be talking to the obvious meat head.

“So brah, we’re, uh, out here looking for new employees for out gym, brah. The Muscle Farm. Why don’t you tryout for our, uh, IT department, bro.” Cody grabbed Charles arm with a quick motion and started walking him to the booth before he could protest.

“Wait, you want to give me a job?” Charles finally spat out when they reached the opening to the booth. Up close, he could see the giant “Muscle Farm” logo on the side with a mulls head and two buff men posing next to it. A door was opened on the side showing an area similar to that of a photo booth.

“Why not brah, you look like you’d fit right in, huh huh.” Cody clearly spent his youth playing sports and working out compared to studying like Charles had. “Just push the button once for IT Brah.”

“Well, I guess.” and then Charles stepped into the well lit booth, hearing it closed behind him.

Expecting an interview, Charles sat down, straitened his tie, and tried to gather his thoughts before pressing the button. What would he say, he hadn’t prepared for an IT interview today. After a hard gulp, he put on the headphones and pushed the button.

The booth was immediately plunged into darkness and a loud measured sound began bombarding his head. A spiral began playing on the screen before him, boring directly into him as his mind went silent. This went on for a couple minuets before text began appearing on the screen before him and a deep voice began talking. The voice was soothing and guided him deeper and deeper into a trance.

Phrases like“You love to work out”, “How your body looks matters to you”, and “You will obey the Gym Master” began burrowing their way into Charles’ mind. A warm tingling sensation began spreading across his body as his body fat began melting away. His cock started throbbing, loving the feeling of his mind and body changing. Edging him to orgasm when, the lights turned back on and he was awake.

“That felt…good” Charles, no Charlie gasped, trying to catch his breath from the experience. He looked down and noticed that hes previously “chubby” frame was much leaner. Much more muscle covered his arms and legs, his chest also appeared to be more muscular now and his previously flabby stomach was much firmer.

Charlie was about to step out of the booth when a thought crossed his mind, ‘Push the button again, bro’. The thought felt alien, but also good. One press of the button make him feel this good and made him look this hot, what would a second press do?

Sitting back down, Charlie pressed the button a second time. The booth became dark once more as the hypnotic tone and spiral appeared again. With ease, he dropped deeper and faster than before, opening himself up more. The voice began again, imprinting more thoughts onto his open mind. “You are a dumb jock for Gym Master,” “Thinking is overrated, working out is better,” and “Feel your brains fuel your muscles.” pounded his brain over and over. His body began to tingle again, this time joined by his brain, as his muscles pulsed. His body fat completely melted away, revealing his now tone and defined body. Memories of school began to be replaced with the gym and fucking around with his bros. His cock raged once again, throbbing closer and closer to climax. Once again he was about to cross the point of no return when the booth turned off again.

Charlie awoke to his new body, impressed at how he looked. He took off his glasses, wondering why he was wearing those dumb things, and felt his head grow lighter. Charlie could tell he wasn’t the brightest guy, but still felt like himself. “Holly fuck, bro” slipped out as he took another gasp of air.

Without any more thinking, Charlie pushed the button for a third time. Again the room plunged into darkness as he fell deeper than before to the sound and spiral. The Gym Master was talking to Charlie now. “You must really want to be a dumb jock boy, nothing but a meat head jock who can only work out and obey the Gym Master, huh boy?”

“Yes Master” Charlie mumbled.

“Good answer, boy.” The tingling in Charlie began again, more intense than before. His muscles swollen up with muscle as his brain burns hot. All memories of school and being a nerd replaced with the gym and worshiping the Gym Master and His cock. Oh that cock. Charlie loved it more than he loved fucking his brahs. As the last of his memories changed, Charlie’s cock erupted filling his pants with the first of many jock loads.

The door opened automatically and Cody looked in to see the cum covered meat head that used to be Charles.

“Welcome to the Muscle Farm, brah. Woh, looks like you, uh, pressed the button more than once, brah.” After scratching his bulge, “Do you remember your name, brah?”

Charlie looked to Cody with a dumb, perplexed look on his face. “My what, brah?”

“Oh fuck bro, you really joined the Muscle Farm. Let’s see, uh, Sean is a good brah name.”

“Sean” he said the name a couple of times as it sunk into his brain and he scratched his cum covered bulge. “Yea, I’m Sean brah! And I belong to the Gym Master at the Muscle Farm brah!”