Warming up For ChroniweekDecided to try and post a full story here again. Let’s see if it work

Warming up For Chroniweek

Decided to try and post a full story here again. Let’s see if it works. This story is heavily inspired by @absqrst’sTumblr Makes The Man series, give it a read, it’s really good.
The story itself may or may not be inspired by real world events ;)

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Josh sat his pudgy ass down in front of his laptop and cracked his knuckles. He hadn’t written a story in forever and was worried it wasn’t gonna turn out well. Originally he had started writing male transformation captions on Tumblr as a way to release some stress and horny energy, but as his follower numbers grew he wanted to put more work into the stories and they turned into work.

He just shrugged his slim shoulders and scratched his slight gut. He did have to write a story for the challenge he had proposed to the community and now was as good a time to start than any other. Josh chuckled at the thought of a Chronivac. He definitely knew what he’d do with a Chronivac, after all an important part of why he had started posting in the first place was to live out his fantasies of easy ways to get incredibly hunky in a matter of seconds and without putting in too much work. Which is why the Chronivac was his favorite story topic, it was so easy to make changes with it.

The first part was always the hardest for him, finding a picture for the story. After all he was a very picky guy, having really detailed ideas on what he wanted from the GIF or picture he wanted to go with the idea he had cooked up. This time however his search ended quickly. As soon as he loaded up his Tumblr feed the first picture he saw was perfect. Just what he had had in mind. Invigorated by that quick success he immediately started writing the story.

Josh loved stories where the character remained unaware of the changes and he guessed that as a start to get back into writing he should stick with what he liked. As with many of his stories he used his own unspecial self to set the tone for the character before the changes. He took his time describing the guy, from his slightly above average height to his skinny arms, slight moobs and flabby midsection. Josh wasn’t fat by any means, but he could go with dropping 20 pounds of fat, or substituting it with muscle for that matter.

The writer also took his dear time describing the pre-change situation around the soon to be hunk’s crotch area. He went into great detail about describing the college student’s average set of cock and balls, both the uncircumcised 5 inch cock that had a slight vein running along it’s left side, leading from his shaved crotch to the unusually thick head, covered by the foreskin and the balls, average sized testicles happily rolling around in their poorly shaved nutsack.

After finishing the description of the character’s legs, built from regular bike tours and size 11 feet Josh had some trouble settling on a name. Since he wasn’t from the US he always had a hard time coming up with a name, not wanting it to be too unusual but not too bland either. He chuckled a little bit and in his nice and smooth baritone, which more than once had led to people telling him he should be a voice actor, said to himself “I gave him pretty much my body. Fuck it, why not the name too.”

Finally after setting the mood and introducing the character of Story-Josh, Writer-Josh started sprinkling in some little details that he shared with the character, not that the readers would notice. He made Story-Josh a biology student like himself, an avid comic book and manga enthusiast (again, like himself) and also established a weird personality for the character (though it was hard getting his incredibly annoying personality to come out in the framework of a story to begin with).

Writer-Josh’s slim lips curled into a smile, finally it was time for the best part of the story, the transformations. He didn’t know where to start yet, having thought about the basic idea of the story first. He looked at the picture, again feeling reinvigorated with the defective Chronivac device idea.

The writer decided to start simple enough, just a small transformation to get the whole story going. As he typed a paragraph about the other Josh’s feet growing several sizes bigger than their normal size 11 he added little details, like the character feeling his feet suddenly be constrained by now far too small shoes he was wearing. Writer-Josh wiggled his toes, his usually baggy socks feeling increasingly tight around his feet by the moment. The feeling was weird, but as he finished the sentence about the shoes finally giving up he could feel his own socks burst, his meaty toes flexing at the feeling of freedom as the tatters around his now size 17 feet vanished, new socks not even bothering to form.

Now that he had a start the blogger continued upwards, giddily describing the transformation of Story-Josh’s legs bloating with thick powerful muscle, even bigger than the definition he already had before. Involuntarily Writer-Josh’s calf muscles flexed into a thick diamond shape, mirroring the behavior of the story character’s lower leg muscles. He continued with the thighs, taking his dear time describing how the already nicely shaped muscle jiggled and flexed, each jiggle adding a bit more size and definition to the growing tree trunk thighs. He knew exactly that a fellow writer would enjoy reading about the incredible definition of the legs, looking like they’d been carved out of marble, the separation between the individual muscles deepening and the insanely huge legs hardening with powerful brawn. The writer grunted, adjusting the way he was sitting to give his incredible legs some more room as he prepared for the next paragraph.

Just like one writer friend of his would enjoy the leg part, he knew that another friend of his would like reading about Story-Josh’s ass packing on muscle, after all the guy had called himself an “ass guy” when they were talking before. Writer-Josh giggled at Story-Josh’s behavior, surely he should notice the changes by now, no way one could gain such an incredibly powerful set of boulder-like ass cheeks without noticing anything. Again the writer had to adjust his sitting, the chair felt way softer than when he first sat down, his incredibly biteable ass squirming into the seat a bit more.

The blogger shifted his focus upwards, giving the other Josh washboard abs while he was at it, 8 deeply separated cinderblock muscles forcing themselves into existence around both of their midsections, their lower backs straightening, their posture improving. He didn’t wanna make the character too much taller but another inch or two couldn’t hurt, just to make the Story-Josh an even 6’4. Something around Writer-Josh’s back tickled for a second, his shirt clad back rubbing against the back of the chair as his height slightly increased. He scratched at the lower row of his abs absentmindedly, a slight breeze hitting it as the shirt was now a little too short to cover the tight muscle that made up his core completely.

Eagerly the writer rubbed his hands, the next part was always one of his favorites. Something about seeing a guy’s pigeon chest blow up into two massive smooth boulders of hard pec meat always turned him on. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing up a storm about the character’s pecs growing with each breath, firm strong chest muscles coming into existence whenever he breathed in, his chest swelling but never losing its size when he breathed out. The blogger bounced his own growing chest in excitement, not even knowing that his shirt was struggling to stretch over the growing mass of chest meat more and more with each of his breaths, small tears appearing in the fabric with each flex.

As the writer continues with the character’s shoulders, his own shot out to the sides, rounding out into two huge cannonball delts, his shirt near breaking point, especially with the traps blooming to live against both Josh’s necks, the collar tearing to shreds. This proved to be the beginning of the end, with each word Josh wrote about the other Josh noticing how tight and uncomfortable his shirt was becoming, the real world guy felt more and more constricted. With one final flex of his prominent pec shelf the shirt disappeared, exploding into tatters of fabric around him, imitating what he had made the story character do. “Better.”, both of them grunted, their voices now deeper. No longer was the voice a smooth voice actor baritone, but a bass voice, dripping with masculinity and oozing dominance with every syllable. If anything he’d be a voice actor for porn now, just a word of him enough to make men and women alike grow horny and cum.

Writer-Josh continued his work, but found himself making more and more typos as his hands grew, calluses he hadn’t had since this one time he went to gym for some months appearing on his lengthening, strengthening fingers. His counterpart was going through a similar experience, his phone becoming smaller and smaller looking in his growing hands. He almost crushed it with his now paw size hands as his forearms turned into two ham sized clubs of muscle, veins criss crossing under the skin. Their upper arms looked ridiculous or a second, noodles stuck between the wide defined cannonball shoulders and strong forearms.

After readjusting his wristwatch, which was suddenly struggling and tight against his bulky lower arm, Writer-Josh finished the transformation of the story character, bloating the guy’s (and by extension his own) muscles. Where there had been toothpicks seconds before where now two massive, insanely strong upper arms, muscular biceps the size of oranges and meaty triceps with an insane horseshoe now making Josh and Josh hold out their arms at a slight angle, their lats making it hard to hold them too close to their body. As a finishing touch the blogger added a pencil thick vein running along the side of the character’s right biceps, that should make for a good detail after all.

Writer-Josh cracked his knuckles, time for the finishing touches. He started with the face. While both him and his story character weren’t ugly by any means, he took his dear time making the fictional guy drop dead gorgeous. As the transformation of Story-Josh continued, his jaw squared out, a lantern jaw pushing itself out of the fat melting off of his face. High cheekbones came into existence, giving him an appearance more than worthy of a male model. His thin lips became full and kissable, perfectly accentuating the strong manly nose he now sported. His already beautiful dark eyes became a little deeper and gained a more intense look as his brow gained a little more prominence. Overall the writer was content with the face he had created, but decided to add a thick designer stubble on the square jaw of his character for good measure. Writer-Josh smirked, not even feeling his face crack into the same shape he had just spent half an hour on for Story-Josh.

The last couple changes were small in nature, like the story character’s skin darkening a few shades to gain a healthy tan or any hair below his neck falling out, leaving the muscle to stand out and “pop” more. Writer-Josh had never been a big fan of hairy guys, making them the exception in his stories. He also made the character’s glasses disappear and added a new love for sports, especially football, blinking a couple of times as his vision and mind adjusted.

Mentally he face palmed himself, almost having posted the story already. He had forgotten the most important part. Tumblr and other sides would have laughed at him for sending out a muscle hunk and forgetting to change the most important part. Writer-Josh’s meaty biceps flexed as he really finished the transformation, giving the character a big old horsecock, a tower of flesh rising from his smooth crotch, accentuated by his cut Adonis belt. The beer can thick cock should have thick veins running along the entire footlong length, giving any and all people who looked at it really something to ogle at. He also decided to make the character circumcised, just so his apple sized mushroom shaped cock head would stand out more. He moaned as his own cock went through the exact same transformation, becoming the mirror image of what he had just described.

Still moaning slightly, and rearranging the contents of his suddenly tight underwear, he finished the description of the character’s new balls, full of virile cum and hanging low between his muscle thighs. Like the rest of his balls his egg sized balls were shaven smooth and at this moment started pumping absurd levels of testosterone into his system, leading to both the character and the writing taking on a more dominant attitude.

Writer-Josh took a sip of his tea. Now he really was finished. And he himself didn’t find the story too bad if he was being honest, definitely a good warm-up for his Chroniweek story. But as his roommate passed him he had an idea. Maybe he should add another character to the story. After all, his story counterpart could always use a willing cumdump to use his new farm animal sized dick on.