Transformation Tuesday

You didn’t think your life would end up like this: a construction worker making pennies while you struggle to pay rent. You can’t even afford a gym membership, and have resorted to doing pull-ups on steel beams at your construction site.

It isn’t very effective.

So when you’re challenged to post a “Transformation Tuesday” picture, you begin to reflect on how little your situation has changed. And if it has, it hasn’t been for the better; you’re not as attractive as you once where, not as wealthy, not as happy.

You snap a picture of yourself in the bathroom mirror. It’s lunch break at work, and you think: why not? No one has to see it, you don’t have to post it. Just keep it as a memory for yourself, a snapshot of where you were at this point in your ever crumbling life.

But as you look down at the photo, you notice it start to change. Suddenly, you’re not wearing your construction hard hat, the clothes starting to vanish off your body like someone undressing a Ken doll.

Now you’re looking at a photo of your naked body. Pathetic, you think. You used to be in such good shape, now your tattoos are stretched lazily across your arm, across your legs.

But the photo starts to change again; like someone pumping air into a balloon, your body starts to grow slightly bigger. You laugh as the image changes, almost like a cartoon, muscles blowing outward so fast and so exaggerated you can almost hear rubber sounds.

But as funny as it is, it’s also deeply arousing. As you watch the image change, you’re reminded of how fucking swole you used to be, about how much ass you got. You used to jack off to your own body after every workout. Yeah sure it was a little vain, but it was also a good motivator, to stay fit. To stay healthy.

You look down. You’ve been jacking off this whole time and you hand no idea. You consider stopping—someone might walk in on you. But you’re already so hard, and the picture on your phone just keeps getting hotter and hotter.

So you keep beating off, watching as the “you” in the picture starts jacking his own cock, a thick member the size of a baby’s arm. You realize you’re not looking at a photo now, but rather a live image of yourself.

You cum, just as this realization hits. Hot spunk plasters the bathroom mirror, and you look up in astonishment. Muscles you didn’t even know you had cling tight to your body. Your dick, longer than it’s ever been, throbs in your tight grip, your tattoos contracting against your thick, muscular body.

It wasn’t just the picture: YOU were transforming. And you’re not even finished.

You feel clothes wrap around your body. Familiar clothes, your old gym clothes. Your sweat drenched tank top, skin-tight Lycra pants. Not only that, but you see the bathroom shift around you. You’re no longer at your crappy construction site, you’re in the locker rooms at your favorite gym.

It’s impossible, yet so immediate. This is your life—your real life. The one you’ve always dreamed of having. You’re not a dead-end construction worker, but a wealthy contractor. You don’t live in a shitty apartment, but a beautiful condo overlooking the city.

But you really live at the gym, where you spend hours working on that incredible body of yours. Give it a flex, and give us a smile. It’s Transformation Tuesday, and this selfie is gonna be bomb.