#nanites
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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.
