Luke’s Biceps - Page 3
Luke’s perspective...

When I was sent on the special ‘training course’ in London, I was expecting to find the usual tiresome slide presentations and small talk. Instead, on arrival, I was injected with a drug, and then told that my body and mind would be changed forever. The next thing I remember is opening my eyes, and finding myself in some private hospital bed, having been through ‘the procedure’.

I immediately knew that something was different. I was different. The anxieties and shyness that had plagued me my whole life were gone from my mind. It was as if a giant weight had been lifted from my soul. I felt confident now, powerful and strong. I had strength of mind, but also a new strength of body. I could already feel my new larger muscles weighing my body down into the bed. I slipped my hand under my hospital gown and squeezed the thick solid meat of my new pecs. It felt incredible.

Shortly after, one of the course instructors came and took my photo. “Show me what you’ve got Luke,” he said.

Without even thinking, I flexed my bicep at him. When he showed me the photo, I was amazed by how young and gorgeous I had become, and how huge my arm looked! “Yeah, I’m a muscle man now!” I grinned, before flexing and kissing my big new bicep again, right in front of the instructor.

Three months later...
I should probably stop flexing in front of my friend when we’re on nights out, but I just love the drooly look he gets on his face as his eyes glaze over with lust. I bet he jerks off thinking about me every night, and my big bulging biceps. To be honest I think he’s fallen totally in love with me, and it’s starting to get a bit awkward. The problem is, he’s so fat and old, and we hardly have anything in common since my transformation. Maybe I should just fuck him, dump him, and get it over and done with, but I quite enjoy stringing him along...for now.

The best part of the night is when he gets tired and goes home, and I get to go to the clubs. I’ve been fucking different men almost every week, and it feels fantastic. But for some reason, tonight, I start thinking about my boss again. Him and his boyfriend. I send a text asking if they want a threesome. He replies within a minute saying yes. I think he loves me even more than my friend does. An hour later, I’m at their place, and they’re licking my flexed biceps, one on each side. Yeah, that’s right, worship my big beautiful biceps you bitches.
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