Posted Mon Feb 12, 2018 | 358 Words | Tagged story muscle

There was an almost perfectly placed box just outside the shop. A little battered, but it was a bright, almost glowing, orange colour which attracted my attention immediately. I picked it up thinking whatever it was, and inside was a strange little device. It looked like one of those sound effect players you would get as a “stocking filler” at Christmas time, but this was a little bit different.

Also in the box were some tatty instructions with the general safety information, but the most surprising thing of all was what any of the buttons did. Pointing the device and holding down the main button on it, under a hidden panel let you “swap the body’s main style with one another”. It was the typical broken English you expect from cheap electronics. It didn’t sound very realistic anyway, so I thought I’d just stick it in my pocket and carry my way up into the shop.

Seeing the mannequins in their “perfect body” that I craved to have the body type of, I wondered, what if the little keyring thing did anything at all? I decided to try and and held it up to one of the mannequins. I though, even if it did work, it wasn’t fair to try it on a real person anyway so this should be fine.

I held it in until it zapped an electric shock right up my arm almost wanting to make me scream in pain. But I managed to resist making a scene of myself. I wondered what the fuck until I saw in front of me the mannequins clothes seemed to bulge a bit, and I felt a dull ache in my muscles. I was amazed, maybe this thing has something to it after all.

I was glad I was wearing baggy clothes and was in a clothes shop at the time as I quickly realised my current build would not fit. The clothes almost at breaking point on the model, and myself feeling taller, slimmer and stronger I set about looking for clothes to make the new me. And I was going to make the most of it.