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The House Part 03
🕑 Added 2019-05-26 03:37:26 +0000 UTCDaniel’s stomach seemed to sink every time they finished anything. He couldn’t help but be worried about what was going to happen next. Nothing in this world made sense anymore. They were currently in a house with so many room and so much space that it defied any form of logic. And now he was marching with his boss to another room to let an audience of unknown something decide his fate.
“Quit shaking,” Greg ordered Daniel. “It’ll make us look even worse. We don’t even know what they’re going to do yet.”
“I know…” Daniel muttered. “But I’m still scared.”
The four walked into a large metal room with four sets of bright yellow footprints on the floor. A blue light display popped up in front of the footprints, each with their name attached to it. “Alright boys,” the female announcer’s cheery voice echoed around the metal walls, “it’s time to see what happens! Step onto your designated spot and get ready to change! Feel free to spend as many or few points as you wish! Just remember the more points saved the larger the reward.”
Each one stepped on their own special area and when they did so a large screen with the same blue lettering appeared on the wall across from them. Each row offered just a little bit more information about them; their name, age, height, weight, IQ, amount of body hair, dick size, sexuality, and so much more. It was crazy to see just how specific some of the numbers and even classification types they had. Daniel felt it was kind of rude to call him a nerd but when he looked at Greg’s right next to him, stuffy old businessman, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over him.
A huff left the 44 year old man as he crossed his arms. “I’m not stuffy,” he scoffed at the idea. “I’m authoritative.”
“Alright boys!” the announcer started off again, “Let’s get you ready to change!”
“What?!” Daniel struggled for a second as a bright blue ray of light that crossed the room slowly started to descend. He tried to move but his feet were absolutely stuck right where they were at. There was no moving. It wasn’t like a glue or sticky substance on his shoes but rather that his entire foot was stuck right there. He tried to pull harder but nothing moved. The ray of light crossed his face and he flinched, too scared to do anything else. However there wasn’t any pain. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his shirt start to disappear. “What!?” now he was really going to be naked in front of everyone. Just being down in his underwear was bad enough.
His eyes turned to the other guys. They didn’t seem as perturbed with idea. They moved around a little but stayed in an upright position. Daniel’s eyes drifted over the competition’s bodies. He couldn’t help but be at the very least a little bit curious. Both Greg and Travis still had pretty good bodies. Greg’s lightly muscled frame was always hidden behind the suites he wore but he’d never looked weak. While Travis had to be a little bit more bulky. However the screen wouldn’t allow him to get too big as his 5’6” height wouldn’t translate well on the big screen. He was allowed to be big just not too big.
Looking further down Daniel couldn’t help but notice the two large bulged Travis and Quinton had been sporting on the island. His eyes drifted back to the board and saw 8” and 9 ½” inches respectively. “Holy…” he mouthed. His mind realized that his own 4 incher was currently on air for whatever world to see. “Shit,” he quickly covered himself with his hands thinking that would do anything.
“Looks like we’ve got a bashful one,” the announcer laughed. “Don’t worry friend, I’m sure the audience will take good care of you.” Daniel forced a weak smile through his blushing cheeks. It was hard to think about anything other than covering himself up. “How cute! But that’s not what we’re here for… So over the last 10 minutes we’ve allowed the audience to participate and vote on what they wanted to see happen to our two losers. Then we pick the top three choices that were voted on. Then we apply the changes. When we first started we used to have the audience choose if our participants would turn gay but that won so many times it was just kind of boring.” Her voice trailed along as she clearly hated the idea.
Daniel was quickly reminded of guys in high school who would always say the same to him. That he was just closeted and needed to come out because he wasn’t the same kind of masculine as them. He stared at the bar that was labeled with his heterosexuality only to see that it was only about 75% where the other three were closer to 90%. He watched his and Greg's drop by 10%.
“That’s why it’s just a given,” she continued. “Whenever you lose you always lose some of your heterosexuality and then we get to see even bigger transformations!” The audience behind her cheered as she revved them up with excitement. “So let’s see what they voted on!”
The screen in front of Daniel and Greg quickly changed to a bar graph showing the different options that they were given. For Daniel the top three were; muscle growth, natural athleticism, and dick growth. While Greg got; muscle growth, age regression, and dumber. They looked at each other for a second wondering what was supposed to happen next. The fact that everyone watching apparently wanted his dick to grow only made Daniel’s face blush even redder.
“Looks like we have it folks! Let the changes begin!”
Before either could even say what they were thinking both their bodies seized up. Daniel could feel a rush of electricity running through his entire body but he couldn’t move. His body struggled against it but he could feel something in his very DNA starting to change. The extra weight on his frame pulled back while his muscles felt broader. There was almost a natural strength in their lithe nature. While with Greg he was going through the same kind of ordeal. He could feel the winkles on his faces started to disappear while his mildly muscular body bulked up with just a little bit more muscle.
Daniel looked at his screen: weight: 150 -> 155, personality: kind of nerdy, dick: 4” -> 4 ½. His face blushed a little as he felt his dick go hard in his hands. Even the half of inch he could tell the difference in its size. It was weird how he only gained about 5 pounds but running his hands over the smooth muscles he couldn’t help but feel like it was a lot more. Like nearly all his fat had disappeared and was replaced by a firm muscular body. He ran a hand over the six pack barely sticking out of where his light belly had been. He was always skinny enough that a medium shirt still just hung lightly enough not to show off the belly he was rapidly growing. Stress in the studio had gotten him a bit more an eating habit than he’d intended and the weight he’d always naturally kept off was starting to catch up with him.
Greg must have undergone a similar kind of deal. He didn’t have nearly as soft of a body as Daniel did though. Looking at the screen: weight: 165 -> 172, age: 44 -> 40, IQ: 144 -> 140. He scoffed at the IQ one but seemed pretty satisfied with the other two. His hands were traveling all over his body showing off the broader lean muscles that clung tightly against his 6’1” frame. He’d always had a trim frame and this just made him look a little bulkier. Nothing too huge but he clearly worked out. Take off his shirt and you could see his firm six pack hidden underneath the striation in his pecs. They may not have pushed out far but they were clearly defined.
The other two looked over in amazement. “Holy shit,” Travis exclaimed. “This is real.”
“That it is Travis,” the announcer’s cheery voice came over the loud speaker again. “Now it’s time for everyone to choose their own transformations. Since everyone had made it to the island you were all given two points. However since Travis knocked one person off the island and Quinton knocked two people off, you are each given additional points. And since Quinton answered the secret question before the game even started he get an additional point giving him 5 total points.” A crowd of people cheered. “That’s right! He gets to use them any way he likes. Does he want to help himself or screw over his competition. I guess he can help too but I don’t know why he’d do that. Now remember that when you spend 1 point it’s a very small perk, 2 points is a perk that’s a bit bigger and spending 3 points makes the REALLY big. Will you spend them all now or risk losing them in a game?”
“We can lose them!?” Greg shouted at the air.
“Of course silly,” the announcer answered. “What fun would it be if you could save all your points without any risk?”
“Shoot,” Daniel said as he looked over what he could get. Either two small prizes or one decent one. He couldn’t really decide. His eyes wandered over the dick size one and he couldn’t help but want to click on it. 1 point was a third of an inch, 2 points was an inch and 3 points was two inches. But right now wasn’t the time for just vanity. He’d only been thinking about it based off what Travis and Quinton were packing. They stood upright and proud, for good reason too. Daniel had always wondered why they never let Travis do anything down to his underwear and now he had the answer.
He settled with the muscle growth, figuring it would be most beneficial. If they were going to be doing any more physical challenges like the one they’d just done, he needed to be strong. He needed to be able to hold his own. Especially with someone like Quinton. 1 point +1% muscle mass, 2 points +3% muscle mass, 3 points +6% muscle mass. He’d have to settle with the two points. He clicked it and felt the same sensation overcome his body. It was so weird as more of his muscles expanded and grew. The five extra pounds didn’t feel like it should be a lot but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tell a difference. His chest pushed out ever so slightly more and his arms looked like they had more definition. He gave himself a flex and felt his dick go hard just thinking about what he probably looked like in a mirror. His hand naturally rubbed the erection but something was off.
His hand went what felt like another inch farther than what it was supposed to. He looked up at his screen and saw that the 4 ½ inches had been bumped up to 5 ½ inches. “What the..?” he questioned. His eyes wandered to the other guys standing next to him. Greg obviously didn’t use any of his points on him. His boss had clearly gone for more age regression, spending the 2 points on gaining another 5 years of his life. At 35 he actually looked rather handsome with his firm muscles but more mature face. It was strange seeing him look so young.
But it didn’t look like Travis would have either. The 63 year old man had used his three points to gain back 10 years of his life. Even though he was still significantly older than everyone here, he also looked a lot spryer. Obviously passing 60’s it’d grown insanely hard for him to do the same action set pieces but that didn’t mean he didn’t try his best. But being back at 53 was another world. He was still doing some of his own stunts while telling the crew if he dies then he dies. He’d always been known for being a liability, but Daniel couldn’t help but think it was kind of badass.
That just left Quinton. The big security guard was still just as big. But all that weight around his midsection had pulled back underneath his large thick chest. He stood taller than everyone else there and easily outweighed them by double but now it was clearly more muscle than fat. His large 320 pound body looked far more intimidating even as he stood there just looking forward. He must have used 3 of his points on muscle growth so 6% of his body fat was turned into muscle. But then that meant he used the other two on Daniel.
“And that’s the game! Hopefully everyone had a good time. And hopefully our contestants get some good night sleep cause tomorrow’s gonna be a doozy!” the announcer said. The voice cut out and then the lights in the room changed they brightened and the doors opened. Daniel felt his feet freed from the floor and started walking towards the door.
“I’m sorry I pushed you in the water…” Quinton apologized.
A light blush covered Daniel’s face as he stood next to the giant man. He wanted to be more angry than he was. “It’s fine,” he muttered. A sense of self consciousness and lust was filling his mind. He was a bit embarrassed as he felt the overwhelming presence of the other man. It was a strange feeling but not one that he completely hated. ‘Stop being stupid!’ he scolded himself as he walked through the house again. There were four doors each labeled with their name on it. He pushed his open and jumped on the bed. Now he just had to spend the rest of the night trying not to masturbate to the idea of Quinton. No matter how much he wanted to.
