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“It’s a family vacation, Logan, you’re coming with us,” his father said. Logan honestly didn’t mind spending time with his family; it was more the location for the family vacation than anything else. They were going to the beach, staying in a rented house with terrible WiFi, so Logan would be forced to go to the beach instead of playing computer games all day or chatting with his virtual friends. Logan was painfully shy when it came to in-person communication for those outside of his family.

He found himself being almost literally dragged to the beach on the first day they were there. After his parents set up a place to sit and relax and his younger siblings ran off and played, Logan made his way over to the beach bar. Despite being called a “bar,” it still served those younger than 21, such as Logan, a 19-year-old who did look a bit younger than that. He just sulked at the bar, thankful for the shade since he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and a baggy swimsuit that covered up as much as he could.

Since it was a slow day, the bartenders didn’t mind Logan taking up one of the seats at the bar. About an hour or so after he had first sat down, an older muscled man sat next to him. He could have easily been Logan’s dad, and Logan had to admit, the man was definitely hot, if not the type of guy he had been thinking about dating. “Like, hey, brah, what’s the matter, eheheh?”

“My parents dragged me along to this stupid beach vacation with some stupid house that doesn’t have stupid WiFi, so I’m stuck here at some stupid bar until the rest of my family is done with a stupid day on the stupid beach!”

“OMG, like, wow, brah, that must really suck! Do you want me to, like, leave you alone, brah, or would you like to, like, talk, eheheh?”

“Uh, I guess we can talk,” Logan responded. Despite the man sounding like an insufferable himbo, Logan did realize that it was easy to talk to him for some reason.

“So, brah, did you, like, order anything from the bar yet, eheheh?”

“Well, I’m only 19, so no.”

“Hey, Luis, can you, like, get my friend here a soda, eheheh! I’ll, like, pay for his drinks!” The man winked at Luis the bartender, which Logan didn’t notice. By the time the soda came, the himbo had introduced himself as Cam, after a little bit of prompting by Logan. “Like, brah, you hafta try the soda, eheheh! It’ll, like, definitely cheer you up, brah!”

“Um, okay,” Logan replied, not exactly sure how it would cheer him up. However, even in the shade it was still scorching hot out, and so he was happy for the drink. What he didn’t know was that his soda was actually laced with himbo powder. Cam and Luis had turned a few men into himbos already this summer, but very rarely did they get such a big transformation, as was going to happen with Logan. Their conversation continued as Logan took a sip from his soda every few seconds. Soon enough, he was getting another one, and it was getting easier and easier to talk with Cam.

Logan was definitely feeling happier, although he didn’t chalk that up to the drink or the fact that a hot guy was talking to him for quite some time, albeit one who could barely talk correctly in the first place. He also failed to notice that he was sometimes struggling to come up with words now or think about some of his past experiences. He had figured Luis had probably infused his drink with some kind of alcohol, the nerd not even knowing about the existence of himbo powder. It was towards the end of his second drink when he finally realized something was wrong. “Like, where’s my shirt?” he asked Cam and Luis.

“Like, are you sure you had one on, brah?” Cam asked.

“Yes I’m sure!” Logan replied, a bit irritated. He looked on the ground around him and around the bar, in case the wind had taken off after he had seemingly taken it off, and Luis even looked on his side of the bar. His shirt was nowhere to be found. Both of the men knew that it had simply vanished, a weird side effect of the himbo powder that neither man was smart enough to explain. Logan was now freaking out. “I think I should, like, leave guys, and hang out with my family like I really should, eheheh!”

As he got up and started to walk away, he felt a forceful grip on his shoulder as Cam helped to turn him around. “I’m not done with you yet, brah” he gruffly replied, bringing Logan back over to his seat as Luis topped him off again with some more himbo powder-infused soda. “Like, drink the damn soda, Logan,” he ordered. Of course, Logan didn’t do so, even more freaked out than he had been before. However, despite being slightly dumbed down by now, the muscle growth part of the himbo powder hadn’t taken effect yet, and so as much as Logan squirmed and wiggled, there was no escaping the strong grip of the himbo.

Luis also reached across the bar and pinched Logan’s nose until he was forced to open his mouth to breathe. Some of the soda was then forced down his throat, and it was a difficult process at first. However, with each drop of the himbo powder inside of his system, he started to gain a little more muscle. His arms were no longer stick-thin but slowly plumping up, and the same thing was happening to his legs, especially his thighs and hamstrings. He was starting to get pecs that jutted out from his body by a little bit, and a faint outline of a six-pack of abs. It was definitely harder for Cam to keep him in place as he gained more and more muscle.

However, along with the muscle growth and additional dumbing down, every drop also made him want to turn into a himbo even more. By around the third round of being forced to swallow some of the soda, Logan was getting too big for Cam to realistically hold while Luis held his nose and forced the soda down his throat. But when he let go, the himbo-to-be didn’t run away. In fact, he sat down and started to sip on the soda of his accord, much to the relief of the two men. No one around the bar noticed this happening thanks to a side effect of himbo powder dust floating around in the air.

By the time Logan had finished this glass of soda, his transformation was complete. His arms were now the size of melons and a tattoo had even appeared on his right shoulder. His legs were just as massive, causing the swimsuit he was wearing to get even more taut, having already shrank a fair bit from the one he was wearing when he first sat down at the bar. He now had a plainly visible pec shelf on both the top and bottom of his juicy rounded pecs, and while his abs were still faint and not really delineated, people like Cam weren’t always concerned about that. They were more focused on his hair, for example, which was now cut much shorter and had turned blonde.

Naturally, Logan had been dumbed down to about the same level Cam was at now, and he was also as horny as Cam and most other himbos were. However, Logan was a bit different, as in addition to being a himbo, he also considered himself a trophy boy. The Venn diagram of himbos and trophy boys was almost a circle, but regardless, Logan knew that he had to please his daddy himbo now. “OMG, like, Daddy, that soda tasted, like, so good, eheheh! Can I, like, have another!”

“I think, like, that’s enough for you, Logan, eheheh,” Cam replied. “I, like, need to teach some more stuff so, like, you can be the best trophy boy himbo that you can, like, be, eheheh!” The two himbos made their way off the beach shortly and to Cam’s place, where Logan learned his new workout schedule and what Cam expected of him when he brought other himbos and guests around. Logan was also excited to transform other guys into himbos and trophy boys for men other than Daddy! Logan’s parents actually went to the bar to check up on him, but a special drink served by Luis would make them forget all about their son, and the effect would spread to people that they knew. After all, Logan was living his best life now, happily serving as a himbo trophy boy to his hot and hunky daddy himbo, Cam.  

And here we have the first February story written for yuan99! If you want to read his stories and see his artwork, search him up over at DeviantArt. If you want your own personalized and private stories written by me, then consider becoming my Patron!

Evan’s senior year mostly consisted of his capstone project, which was creating nanites that could swarm over an object and change it to anything you could think of. There was no denying that someone like Evan could do this, a certified genius. It would require a lot of time, though, especially to get it perfect before the end of the spring semester, which also wasn’t a problem for Evan. He was painfully shy and even struggled to talk with teachers at times, but he knew what he was doing and wanted to excel.

A month or so before he was set to present the nanites, there was a slight accident. Evan had originally come up with the idea for the nanites in the first place so that he could transform his bullies into weaklings. Of course, that required that the nanites be able to change skin, muscle, bone and the human body in general. Evan had just wanted to take one nanite out, one, and see if it would transform a tiny little piece of his body. Unfortunately for him, he spilled a bit too many out of the container and onto his body.

He cleaned them up immediately after the accident, but of course, there were too many nanites for him to count, and the program he had created to see where they were said that they were all in the lab. He had to work on pinpointing their location, which meant that he didn’t know that some of the nanites remained on his body and blended in with his skin, staying there even after he showered or shaved or did something that might have removed the nanites later that day. Evan didn’t think anything was amiss until a few days later.

When working on the nanites in the lab, Evan suddenly realized something. He hadn’t been out of breath at all these past few days. He had pretty severe asthma, so having no attacks for this long was quite a rarity. His skin seemed to be glowing as well and was free from most of the acne that had plagued him for years. Overall, Evan appeared to be more healthier than he had been before the nanites landed on him. Despite him being a genius, he didn’t stop to think that the nanites were doing that.

However, Evan definitely did notice something was wrong when he looked in his closet on Saturday. He had forced himself to have a day off, but at least wanted to get dressed instead of lounging in his pajamas. That option was looking better and better, though, as something had happened to his clothes overnight. All of his dress shirts and polos had changed to stringer tees and compression shirts, and his khakis were now athletic shorts or gray sweatpants. No one had entered his room but him, according to the sensors he had set up, so it couldn’t have been his bullies.

Then it hit Evan right in the head. Changing fabric material was one of the first changes Evan had programmed into the nanites. He had seen a new task on the program list, but Evan had originally thought it was just a leftover from testing. When he actually looked into it, though, he was shocked. He apparently hadn’t cleaned up all of the nanites from the accident earlier that week, and they had replicated in his room and taken on a mind of their own. That would have been incredibly fascinating, if it wasn’t for the fact that their analysis concluded that Evan wanted to be a dumb sexy jock for some reason. Evan tried to abort this group of nanites and reverse their changes, but since they had achieved some form of artificial intelligence, there was nothing Evan could do for this group of nanites, and he feared that if he used other nanites to reverse the changes, then they could become infected too.

He spent the rest of the day at the lab, not working on his presentation but trying to figure out how to solve this problem. It was almost midnight by the time he realized he needed to go to sleep. He made his way back to his dorm room and turned the light on. Thankfully, he had a single and lived next to heavy sleepers, so he didn’t wake anyone up. He probably would have if he had yelled upon seeing what his room had become. Pictures of bodybuilders and male movie stars now plastered the walls instead of the periodic table and pictures of scientists. His books were replaced with porn DVDs, and the room itself reeked of musk and cum.

This was probably due in part to how messy the room had become since Evan had left this morning. His clothes were now scattered all over the floor, and in addition to the shirt and pant changes, his underwear had been transformed into jockstraps and thongs, most of them with cum stains on them. His white socks thankfully didn’t change much, but they were now used as cum rags and tossed all over the room, and there was no sign of his dress socks. Evan surprisingly fell asleep quickly, despite the stench that permeated the room.

He was back in the lab bright and early the next morning, making little progress on how to fix the nanites that were changing his life. Ironically, he was making progress in getting fitter he learned, as when he looked in the mirror before showering that night, he had a faint outline of abs and his pecs were no longer flat on his chest. “No, I don’t want to be a jock!” Evan cried out and made sure to scrub as hard as he could. However, that didn’t work, and he was slowly getting bigger and bigger throughout the week.

His arms slowly increased in size, going from thin and lanky to having melon-sized biceps by the end of the week. His pecs underwent a similar transformation, getting bigger and bigger throughout the week and a bit firmer as well. By the end of the week, they had jutted out from his chest a fair bit and were rounded yet hard. That ab outline had slowly progressed to a six-pack. While it wasn’t as chiseled as some of the other jocks around campus, there was no mistaking that Evan looked like a jock, especially when factoring in his shredded obliques. His ass had also blown up over the course of the week and had gotten juicier, and his legs had gotten much more massive as well.

Despite the dramatic changes to his appearance, Evan wouldn’t have minded turning into a sexy jock, as the nanite programming called it, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was being dumbed down as well. Much like the muscle growth, it was a gradual progress. He soon began to forget formulas he had memorized and how to operate some of the complicated programs on his computer. He thought more and more about working out and having sex with hot guys than working on the nanites or even his capstone presentation.

Wednesday was quite interesting, as Evan was still panicked over his muscle growth and dumbing down, but he had progressed far enough into being a dumb sexy jock that he had passed the point of no return. Instead of trying to stop them and reverse the effects, Evan used the last few hours that he was smart enough to do so to program some end goals into the nanites. He didn’t want to become some brain-dead hulking muscle monster, but these goals would keep him as a dumb sexy jock. By Thursday morning, he was no longer panicked about the nanites, and was actually quite blissful, as he was turning into a himbo with practically no effort on his part.

By Friday evening, the nanites had reached their end goals and successfully turned off. The old Evan would have been proud, but the new Evan wasn’t concerned with that. He was going to hit the club later that night with his friends, wearing a shirt that showed off his impressive pecs and shorts that had his nice juicy bubble butt on display. He had no cares in the world, partying, working out, and having sex for the rest of the semester. He ultimately didn’t graduate, but he was able to support himself by stripping at a local club and opening up a highly successful OnlyFans account. The university took over his nanite program and they proved to be highly successful. Only a few staff members knew who had actually created them and what he was doing now.

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