The Shape of Success
Michael returned home from work after another disastrous day, and depressively stared at his skinny, unattractive reflection. No wonder he kept getting passed up for promotion, he thought to himself. Who would want to put such a useless, unconfident, waste of space into a management position anyway?

At that moment, Michael decided it was finally time to take action. He had heard about some pills, available on the dark web, that would allegedly transform his body and mind beyond recognition. He had been too scared to try and buy some before, but now desperation kicked in, and he was willing to try anything.

When the pills arrived in the mail, he thought he would just take one to see how it went. However, after just one day, he already felt more confident, focussed, and even a little heavier. So he took another pill. As the days and then weeks went by, Michael grew increasingly elated as he watched his own reflection change bit by bit. He loved seeing his arms and legs growing thicker, measuring his biceps and thighs on a daily basis to record his progress. He also took careful note of his chest size, as his once flat chest slowly filled out into two massively muscular slabs of meat. His abs too, became strong and well defined. Then there was his cock, which he took great pleasure in measuring on a daily basis as its flaccid length almost doubled in a matter of weeks.

Six weeks later, the first batch of pills was finished. Michael stood in front of the mirror one morning before work, and found himself deeply admiring the confident muscle man he saw before him. As his body had grown, so had his courage and masculinity. He had already been promoted two positions up, and was now enjoying the feeling of power it gave him as he strutted around the office, instructing his former manager and others about what to do, and when to do it. He was one tough guy now.

As he drove to work in the company car he had received that week, he heard an odd tearing sound. His shirt sleeve had become so tight that it had actually ripped open. With all the changes to his body, he had not had much time to keep up with buying new clothes. He laughed to himself as he saw the tear, and then flexed his huge bicep, ripping it even further. He leant over, kissed the exposed bicep, and said to himself, “Now that’s the shape of success.”
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