As soon as I arrived on the island for my short holiday, I noticed it had a larger than expected population of hot young muscle men. Not as if I minded – it gave me plenty to look at, but of course I knew there was no point in trying to chat any of them up. Why would any of them be interested in a skinny old nerd like me anyway? Instead, I just spent several hours every day sitting opposite a café where many of these beautiful men seemed to congregate.

As I watched, I soon began to realise that something odd was going on. I would often see a semi-naked muscle man or two exiting the café, but I never saw them actually going in. Meanwhile, I would see other, seemingly ordinary holiday makers, enter the café but never come out again.

Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to venture into the café to get to the bottom of the mystery. I went inside and found it empty except for the man behind the counter, who was himself a gorgeous young muscle stud. I looked around for any hidden or secret doors at the rear of the café, but as far as I could tell, there weren’t any.

“Can I help you?” asked the man behind the counter with a sexy deep voice.

“Um, I’m not sure,” I squeaked, scratching my head.

“I have noticed you sitting across the way,” said the man with a wry smile. “I suppose you have come to learn our secret?”

“Um, well, there does seem to be something odd going on,” I nodded.

The man laughed. “Well our secret is the torta.” He pushed a plate with a piece of torta towards me across the counter. “Once our customers try it, they are never the same again.”

I laughed and shook my head. “OK well, since I’m here I might as well try it, how much do I owe you?”

“Oh this is a free sample,” smiled the man. “Enjoy!”

I sat at a table and started to eat the torta. I noticed that the man was staring very intensely at me as I ate, but the torta was so delicious, I couldn’t stop cramming it into my mouth.

“More?” asked the man, bringing me another plate.

“Yes please!” I said with my mouth still full.

I quickly scoffed down the second piece and then the man brought more, and then some more. I found myself compelled to keep eating and eating. I couldn’t stop!

As I continued to stuff the torta down my throat, I felt my jeans and shirt tightening. Eventually they became uncomfortably tight. Still holding the food with one hand, I instinctively undressed myself with the other. Now just in my underwear, I could see that my legs and arms were growing thicker and filling out with beautiful strong muscles. My once flat chest was pushing out into two curvaceous slabs of solid pectoral muscle. My previously non-existent abs were now inflating and sculpting themselves into an impressive eight-pack. Meanwhile even my underpants were now uncomfortably tight, so I dropped them to the floor and was amazed to see that my once small cock wasn’t so small anymore, and was filling out like a sausage and dropping down over my inflating testicles.

I should have been shocked, embarrassed, and maybe even scared, but instead I felt incredible. All I could think about was eating more torta. The café attendant was looking at me lustfully now.

“Had enough yet?” he asked.

“No,” I said, hearing my new deeper voice for the first time. “I want more.”

He passed me several more plates of torta and I eagerly scoffed them down. As I did, I felt my body growing even bigger and stronger.

After finishing the final piece, I at last felt full, and the growth came to an end. I stood there, naked, transformed. Not only was my body different, but I felt different on the inside. I felt confident, strong and masculine now. The café attendant pointed to a full length mirror that was positioned on the opposite wall. I strode over to it and was astounded and elated by my new reflection.

Not only did I have the incredible physique of a top bodybuilder, but I had become younger, a lot younger. I had a pretty boy face now, and my once balding head of hair had become thick and full like it had never been. I instinctively flexed my newly grown muscles in the mirror and was overwhelmed by the incredible size and beauty of my new physique. I licked and kissed my new bulging bicep, and at the same time started jerking myself off with my other hand.

“Let me help you with that,” said the attendant. Then he got on his knees, took my huge cock into his mouth, and lovingly sucked on it.

“Yes, yes!” I exclaimed. “Suck on my big fat sausage!” I grabbed his head and pushed it further down my rod and he eagerly took its full length into his mouth.

Eventually, my sexual elation become overwhelming, and I exploded. I roared and thumped my chest as a river of cum pumped its way down the attendant’s throat.

When it was over, he got up and wiped his mouth.

“Best I’ve tasted today,” he smiled. Then he grabbed a pair of orange trunks from behind the counter and threw them in my direction. “Welcome to the island,” he said. “Your new life begins here.”

I laughed and pulled on the trunks, loving the feeling of the fabric moving over my thick new thighs. As I kissed the attendant goodbye, he dropped a pendant around my neck. Then I confidently strode out of the door. I didn't need to question what had happened to me, I knew what I had become, and I knew that the island was my home now. I strolled along the shorefront, loving the lustful looks I received from ordinary holiday makers. Then I spotted a group of island muscle men in the distance and I jogged towards them. My new life as a hot muscle stud had begun.