Jose was a bright young man of just 23 and was beaming with youthful ambition. Finishing top of his class at a top university in his field, his academic prowess could not be denied. It shocked no one when he was quickly snatched up by one of the top mechanical engineering firms in the country on a very enviable starting salary.
He was never an anti-social young man. Jose had many friends all throughout university that he would meet with and tutor regularly. Public speaking or anything that involved being put on a pedestal did terrify him. Despite his large intellect, he remained humble. Jose’s physical attributes ensured that.
Standing at six foot six, his height was that every girl dreamed of. His face was boyish but was starting to show the mature stylings of an attractive man with a square jaw. Brown hair naturally curled on his head that reached down to his eyebrows in a cute mop. Brown eyes, bright with intelligence, analyzed the world while his skin looked naturally sun kissed during winter.
While tall and possessing handsome features, he lacked any real muscle definition. In his arms, one could easily identify his humerus, ulna, and radius. The same applied to his legs. His ribs were not visible, but not for the reason he would have liked. Years of study and very poor diet produced a gut that did not appear to be slowing down in its growth.
With the signing bonus from his new job, young Jose was able to make the downpayment on a small townhouse in the ‘cheaper’ part of town. The demands of such a high skill job and the pressure to prove himself immediately made the move in process very slow. After six months, he was still living out of boxes. As luck would have it, he finally had a free weekend to try catching up.
Pressing the phone between his head and shoulder, Jose talked while building his bedframe. “I know, I know. It’s been months since we hung out, but this is my first weekend and I’m tired of living out of boxes. Plus, how am I supposed to bring a date home when I sleep on a bare mattress on the floor?” He tightened the last bolt and stood up. “Meet up tonight? I’ll think about it. Can’t make any promises though, I’ll likely be exhausted. Let me know when the next time comes, ok?”
Jose hung up the phone and appraised his work. It appeared to be sturdy and ready for the mattress. He shimmied his way behind the mattress leaning against the wall and started walking it. Step by step he got closer until he made contact, making it jolt. The jolt disrupted the delicate balance Jose maintained, causing it to tip onto the frame and dragging Jose with it.
“Done” he exclaimed to himself as the bed was finally in place. “Time to find some sheets.”
He found a box labeled ‘Bedroom’ and started rummaging. There were no sheets inside, but he found something else that piqued his interest. It appeared to be a garage door opener, the kind you’d keep in your car.
Jose turned it over in his hands trying to piece together where it came from. He didn’t own a car and he’d never lived in a place with a garage. His best guess was that it came from an old roommate. As he worked it, he accidently pressed the button
As the button depressed, young Jose’s mind experienced a powerful headrush. The train of thought questioning where this mysterious device came from was quickly suppressed. In this state, Jose had no idea what was happening to him.
His metabolism quickly spiked, causing his gut to slightly shrink in size. The muscles in his arms, legs, back chest, core, neck, and dick tightly contracted for several moments, breaking fiber after fiber before they finally relaxed.
At the same time, his mind contracted. A piece of his intelligence broke off from his mind, so small that he wouldn’t notice its departure. This piece worked its way into his body, proving it with the much needed energy to repair his muscles.
Within a minute, Jose was back to thinking again.
Jose swore under his breath, “Fuck”. He started massaging his shoulders to relieve the pain he didn’t remember but wasn’t concerned about.
He felt weak in the knees as he grabbed a tower of boxes to stabilize himself. The sudden addition of weight changed the center of gravity, causing the tower to fall. Several boxes fell to the floor with a thud. One opened and distributed a collection of old clothes.
Once more, Jose swore to himself. He’d need to clean it up, but his attention was drawn back to the strange clicker in his hand. Out of curiosity, he pushed the button again.
Just like before, young Jose’s mind was filled with a powerful headrush. Concerns about the mess he’d just created were clamped down as euphoria silenced all thought. A new sensation quickly followed.
A mild warmth trickled though his body. With each micron that it passed, the muscles eased. The broken muscle fibers healed themselves. Their mass slightly grew as the new fibers took their place on young Jose’s musculature. If Jose had been aware, he would have noticed that his skeletal structure was less visible.
This new sensation was soon replaced by an old one. After recovering, each and every muscle contracted in unison. The fibers that were just healed broke once more under the total full body flex.
To fuel this growth, some of the energy came from Jose’s quickly shrinking gut. But only so much could be taken from there at one time. Once more, a small, insignificant, piece of Jose’s bright and active mind broke off and dispersed to replenish his exhausted body.
Jose wobbled on his feet as the headrush ended. He wasn’t sure what he’d just been doing or where he even was. Looking around, he discovered that he was in his bedroom and what a mess it was. During his examination, he caught his reflection in the mirror.
Standing up to examine further, he found that every muscle hurt. He didn’t know why they hurt, but his attention was focused on something else. Stepping over the pile of toppled boxes, he stood before the full length mirror that separated his closet from the bedroom.
The first thing Jose noticed was that his shirt was baggy. While his shirts were always large in the shoulders and arms, this was the first time in many years that it was baggy near his gut. To examine further, he took his shirt off.
“Woah!” Jose couldn’t stop himself from exclaiming his shock out loud. While he could still make out most of the bones in his body, including a few more ribs than before, it was harder than he could ever remember.
The clicker was still in his hand as he started to piece together what was happening. Somehow it changed his fat into muscle! Already his gut was half the size it was before. Without a shred of concern, he pressed the button again.
Jose was delighted with what he saw when the headrush of euphoria ended. His gut was nearly gone! Eager to see how far this clicker could go, he pushed the button again.
When he awoke, he had abs for the first time in his life. Sure, he was very thin as his muscles barely hid his bones, but he felt hot! Curious to see if the clicker would do any more, he pressed it again.
The wave of euphoria young Jose felt this time was larger than any before, and for good reason. Without any more fat to melt, the energy had to come solely from his bright mind. The piece of intelligence that broke off was the largest yet.
But young Jose didn’t seem to notice. If he had, he likely would have stopped pushing the button and destroyed it before he became an imbecile. But that didn’t happen.
Each time he awoke, Jose was enamored with the growing definition his body showed. He would flex every muscle like he saw body builders do in old movies. During this flexing, his cock would grow exited at just how impressive he looked. Once he’d examined every change, he would press the button once more.
Young Jose continued this routine for many cycles. Each one converting more of his intelligence into muscle until finally…
“Fuck bro” Jose exclaimed as he flexed his arms. They were now bigger than his head. Moving on to his chest, he exclaimed again as he made his beefy pecs bounce. Finally, he moved onto his ass as the fat globes nearly burst through his shorts.
Jose suddenly remembered that there was something very important he needed to do. His face contorted as he struggled to remember just what that something was. Finally it came to him, he had work in a few hours.
Next, Jose had to remember what he did for work. Again his face contorted as the new neurons that occupied his hot head did their best to piece together a coherent thought. “Duh, oh yeah.” He finally remembered where he worked. He was a stripper, a perfect job for his smoking hot body. It made him feel silly and dumb that it took so long to remember.
“Oh shit!” He’d just realized something important. “Duh, these threads be geeky as fuck! Where sexy clothes?” Jose looked around but didn’t see any. He shrugged and grabbed his wallet before heading out the door, oblivious to the fact that he was still shirtless. Quickly he made his way to a nearby shop to pick up crop tops and thongs and booty shorts for another night working the pole.
Magic Fable 