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RPG Chapter 04
🕑 Added 2019-06-23 02:58:46 +0000 UTCAndrew couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. It was just too impossible to really think about. Not to mention just how hard his dick was after seeing it all. He did his best not to touch himself in public, but the more he thought of that average guy growing so much defined muscle was too much to handle. Just seeing Hunter’s chest pulling his shirt hard against his muscular chest had Andrew going.
“Calm down…” Andrew told himself. “I need to calm down. I still don’t even know what all this thing can do…” With the added feature he now wanted to try that out. It sounded pretty obvious but at the same time he wasn’t sure what it meant. Moreover, what would happen if only he was aware?
Andrew found himself standing outside the gym again. In the last few hours he’d gone more times than the last two years he’d been at the school. “Hey,” he heard the friendly voice of his roommate coming out of the locker room. “What are you up to? Already back for more?” Jeremy’s thick arm wrapped around his body and he squeezed him tightly. Timothy held back a smile seeing Andrew’s face go red. Even though he’d just recently lost the weight he was still far stronger than Andrew would have been able to take.
“Uhhh… No…” Andrew pushed away. He took a deep breath. “I think I forgot something…” he lied.
“Oh?” Jeremy asked. “That’s no good. Lost and found’s over there,” he pointed towards the front desk. “But what would you have lost?”
“Eeerrr…” Andrew didn’t know what to say. All he wanted was to get out of the situation. He thought the lie would have made sense but there technically wasn’t anything other than the PDA and himself that he’d brought to the gym. “It’s uhhh… Don’t worry about it.” He chirped.
The high pitched voice made Jeremy laugh. “Alright man. Whatever you say,” he gave his roommate a pat on the back, while him and Timothy started walking away. Of course Andrew couldn’t help but get a look as he watched the two muscular men’s butts tucked tightly into their shorts. He couldn’t believe how defined and round they were.
“Stop it…” he growled at himself. There were other things he was supposed to be doing right now. Things that would have piqued his interest even more than just those two. Plus he’d always have time later tonight to mess with them even more.
Andrew walked into the gym and it was emptier than he thought it would be. Even though their college didn’t emphasize sports, he’d always assumed there would still be several guys working out around the same time. He brushed it off as being at the wrong time again. Plus there was at least one other guy there over by the dumbbells. He was lifting the 30 pound weights and doing normal curls.
There was a little bit of definition on his body but nothing that would have made him stand too far out in the crowd. ‘Must be why he’s still wearing sleeves…’ Andrew thought to himself as he was the only one today who he’d seen in the gym with them on. Just being average seemed to still make guys self-conscious. But at least he was still working at it.
‘Now I just have to figure out a way to get him to touch it…’ Andrew thought to himself. Something popped in his head. It was a simple plan; just walk over to him and accidently trip and fall into him. ‘That’s easy enough right?’ Andrew felt a bit embarrassed but his desire to find out what the awareness feature did was pushing him forward. He took a deep breath.
“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath and went through with the plan.
“Hey! What the hell man!?” the guy exclaimed. His arm ran against the device and Andrew did his best to catch himself.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m sorry.” His face went red with real embarrassment and the apologies weren’t all that fake. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still more focused on what he was about to do.
“Whatever…” the guy rolled his eyes. “Just be more careful.”
“Right. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Andrew drifted off to the other side of the gym and found himself a safe little corner no one could really see him in. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t see that guy. He quickly went back to the device and pulled up the profile.
Joe Cooper
HP: 17
Strength: 16
Defense: 14
Speed: 15
Stamina: 13
Intelligence: 23
Skill: 15
Sexual Skill: 5
Sex
[X ] MALE [ ] FEMALE
Likes
Men Women
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Testosterone Levels
Low High
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Height (Requires one point for every inch)
5’9”
Weight
152 pounds
Body Mass Index (Requires one point per percentile change)
15%
Person of Interest
Donna Tiller
Andria Barth
Mika Davis
Arousal Level
Low High
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Position
[X]Top [] Bottom
Interests
Video Games
Movies
Card Games
“Wait… Interests??” Andrew looked over and saw that he’d just gotten another message congratulating him for adding a new friend. Something about speed dating. It gave him several extra points that he was more than willing to spend on this new guy. But that meant with a new part of the program he’d want to test that out too. “Dang it…” he groaned knowing exactly what he wanted to do.
It’d cost him 3 points to change but he quickly typed in bodybuilding into the first result. It dropped ‘video games’ and ‘movies’ down a spot each and Card Games disappeared from the list. “Must only keep track of three… Probably upgradable later.” He scrolled back up to the stats page noticing just how evenly the numbers was split. He wasn’t amazing in a single thing and his sexual skill was even worse than Hunter’s.
At the same time he looked over at his points. There were 67. Several of them were still saved for Jeremy later but at the same time he wanted to be able to spend them on himself as well. But the curiosity of what would happen to this guy just filled him with so much more passion. ‘That’s what it is… Passion…’ Andrew chided with himself as he felt his dick jump.
He couldn’t help but think about if the skills were leveled up to the 50’s like Jeremy he’d be closer to 300 pounds. And if he was in the 20’s he’d be closer to Hunter’s. He added several points to each one making HP, Strength, and Defense even out around 25. But then added a few to speed and stamina so he’d still be able to work out those muscles. He added up what he’d be spending and it was more than he was really thinking it would cost. ‘I’m going to spend 40 points on someone I don’t know…’
A pang in his gut was telling him that he should just ignore it. Just wait until later and add those points to himself. But he wanted to see it. See what was going to happen. He cringed at how many points it was going to cost but ended up pushing the button. His eyes opened up again to at least try to enjoy what was going on. If anything he was more impressed than anything.
It seemed like after each rep he did, Joe was growing ever so slightly. There was more definition in his arms. He looked more confident. His eyes were clearly focused on putting enough pressure into the right places so he could see the bicep’s peak bulge ever so slightly more. It was hard to believe just how much he was growing.
Muscle built on muscle. His rather lithe frame bulked up. Shoulders pushed further to his sides. His chest pushed further forward. The sleeves covering his arms pulled up to his shirt, making it sleeveless. From the side Andrew could clearly see the outline of his pecs. The round muscle dipped from under his arm all the way forward.
Joe put down the weights and wiped the sweat from his brow. He still had his 15% body fat but there was clearly some abs forcing their way out from behind the light layer of belly fat. Moreover his thick ass looked all the better as it rounded around his shorts. “Damn…” Andrew moaned. His hand just kept touching himself as he watched the other man grow.
Not only in size but also in confidence. He clearly understood his way around the gym and how to do each exercise. There was a stark difference in the way he held them from even just a few seconds ago. Moreover he looked passionate about something rather than treating it like something he was forced to do.
“Enjoying the view?” a snide voice pulled Andrew back to reality. His hard dick pushed against his shorts and he needed to stop. However he also recognized the voice. Devon stood over him looking down with a glare. “Huh?” he growled grabbing the device out of Andrew’s hand. “What the hell are you even doing? What is this?” His large hands man handled it like it was a football.
“Give it back!” Andrew snatched it back and looked it over. There wasn’t a scratch on it but he was still worried. ‘CONGRADULATIONS! Befriend a bully! More points added!’ Andrew’s eyes went wide as he looked over the results screen.
Devon Meier
HP: 28
Strength: 31
Defense: 29
Speed: 21
Stamina: 34
Intelligence: 20
Skill: 24
Sexual Skill: 10
Sex
[X ] MALE [ ] FEMALE
Likes
Men Women
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Testosterone Levels
Low High
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Height (Requires one point for every inch)
6’2”
Weight
252 pounds
Body Mass Index (Requires one point per percentile change)
10%
Person of Interest
Jeremy Johnson
Timothy Gordes
Ryan Callahan
Arousal Level
Low High
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Position
[X]Top [] Bottom
Interests
Working Out
Sports
Wrestling
“Wait… You’re gay!?” Andrew blurted out before realizing what he’d just said.
Devon’s face went red. He pulled back and then leaned in even closer. The sudden shock was quickly replaced by anger. “You want to say that again bitch?” the deep growl in his throat was enough to send a shiver down Andrew’s spine. He was frozen. Devon’s fist flew over his shoulder and he got into his face. “Huh?”
The single syllable was clearly a threat. “Say something?” Andrew felt his words caught in his throat. “What’s there to say? Other than you like men.”
Devon’s pupils flared as he rounded his hand into a fist. He went for a swing but by the time it would have hit Andrew he wasn’t there anymore. He’d ducked under Devon’s arm and sprinted for the locker room.
