Deal's a Deal

Chaz walked into the back yard from Jon and Jermaine’s kitchen looking for the two. He crossed the side of the house and saw two musclebound men digging away at weeds in the garden along the fence. Were they wealthy enough to afford lawn men? Chaz thought as he watched.

“Hey, I’m looking for the owners, do you know where they are?” He asked.

“You found them,” answered the darker of the two, as they stood up, wiped off their hands on their pants, and turned. They both flashed a grin seeing who had arrived. “Chaz!” they both yelled in unison.

Chaz stood in shock. The lighter of the two obviously resembled Jon, but only in the face; his body was not at all what Chaz knew to be Jon. Chaz didn’t recognize the darker one. He looked to be of Native American descent.

“Jon?” Chaz asked, “is that you?”

Jon reached a meaty hand behind his head and scratched “Come on, man, you don’t recognize your old roomie?”

“This isn’t a joke, is it? Did you hire an actor?”

Jon looked at Jermaine and stuck his thumb his way, “You mean him?”

“Dude, you know what I mean.”

“Chaz, it’s me, Jon! Come on, we lived together for four years!”

Chaz looked him over in disbelief as Jon raised his arms in a presenting motion, turning around as if to prove it. “Well then what on earth happened? You and Jermaine and I went downtown last week. Now you look like a completely different person! And who’s your friend?” Chaz looked over at the darker man.

The darker man looked at Jon and chuckled a bit. Jon laughed, “That needs a bit more explaining. Chaz, we found… a new sort of personal trainer.”

“In a week? Someone made you look like this in a week?”

“A day, actually.”

“Jon, you need to get your fucking story in order or I’m out of here.”

Jon laughed, “I’m serious! Chaz, you’re my best friend and I want you to share the same opportunity.”

“Yeah, what opportunity?”

“I want you to meet with this guy and he’ll give you an opportunity Jermaine and I couldn’t refuse.”

“Well, where the hell is Jermaine?”

The darker man laughed, “You still haven’t guessed?”

Chaz looked at him weirdly and the darker man kept laughing, “It’s me! Jermaine!”

Chaz sighed, “Bull. Shit.”

“Chaz, seriously! This guy, he doesn’t just work with, uh, muscle mass, he can work with… anything really.”

“But why?”

“Turns out Jon is into, uh, darker guys and I was happy to oblige.”

“You mean to tell me that you’re willing to give up your entire appearance just because your boyfriend was into it.”

“Well, not necessarily. I had a few caveats.”

Chaz raised an eyebrow in questioning. Jermaine shrugged and pulled down the front of his pants, displaying an at least 13 inch soft cock. Chaz could feel an erection growing in his own pants.

“That’s not all, check this out.” Jon spoke up. He opened his mouth and leaned in. Chaz stepped forward to look inside. He couldn’t tell anything different, then he saw it: no uvula.

“No gag reflex,” Jermaine pointed out.

Chaz felt like he feel like was going to explode in his pants, “Alright, give me a number for this place.

~~~~~~~~~

Chaz arrived at a large house on a hill outside of town. He stepped onto the porch and rang a bell. A beautiful, blonde man answered the door and stood at the entrance in silence. Chaz considered if he should be the first to speak and took a chance.

“Um, good day, or um, whatever… Uh, I’m a friend of Jon and Jermaine,” Chaz offered. “They said that you could help me get into better shape?”

“Yes, I’ve been expecting you a while now,” the man said with a heavy Russian accent. “Jon and Jermaine, very sexy, you agree?”

“Um, uh, yeah… Yeah, they certainly, uh, packed on a lot of muscle.”

“Yes, I do this for you?”

“Well, like what are your prices?”

“My price is… very different from you think.”

“What, like Bitcoin or something like that?”

“No… Very tricky to explain. How about we make you sexy and you decide, eh?”

Chaz was hoping for a bit of a trial run before he committed to a trainer, so this was a relief, “Yeah, absolutely! What gym do we go to?”

“No gym, we stay here.”

Sweet, some home gym, Chaz thought. “Great! You lead the way, I guess.”

“Come,” the man ordered. He turned and began walking through the large foyer of the home. Chaz followed.

“What should I call you?”

“I go by many name and no name. I only here to help. But you may call me Dmitri if it please you.”

“Alright then, Dmitri,” Chaz answered. What a freak, he thought.

They walked through the foyer, which must have been a quarter mile long, made of stone and marble with many tapestries hanging from the walls. They arrived at a large door at the end of the hall. Dmitri opened the door and gestured Chaz in. Chaz entered and saw it was just an empty room with mirrors on the walls. Dmitri closed the door behind him and removed his shirt. Chaz watched as his large arms lifted over his head and the muscles in his back rippled and began to feel a swelling in his pants. Chaz was a fairly average looking guy. He was average in build, average in the bedroom, below average in height, etc. He always wanted to have the offensive liner-look, but could never build up muscle. He absolutely cowered in comparison to Dmitri.

“It good that you feel aroused. Makes you wish harder, yes?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s a good motivator. Wait, how did you know-“

“I know. You remove shirt too.”

Chaz obeyed. The two stood in silence in the room as Dmitri began to flex the muscles in his body, seemingly putting on a show for Chaz.

“Um…”

“You like what you see? You hard, yes?”

“… Yes.”

“I make you look bigger and better, yes?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. You trust me, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Stand and look at yourself in mirror.”

Chaz obeyed and Dmitri stepped up behind him and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“You tell me, what is one thing you wish better on your body?”

“Something you could help with or not? Honestly, the first thing I would do is be 6’6”. Getting tired of being the runt of the pack.”

“That is first thing we do,” Dmitri responded as he stuck his hands underneath Chaz’s arms and lifted.

“Hey, man, the fuck-“ Chaz started, but realized that he was rising. Dmitri wasn’t lifting him off the ground, but lifting his body up, lengthening his legs, torso, and chest, then spread his arms apart, making Chaz’s torso and chest wider in proportion with their new length, altering Chaz’s body like putty. Chaz stood breathing heavily in disbelief, his mouth hanging open.

“What else?”

Chaz felt a rush, realizing the potential of this visit. “I want to look like a linebacker. Like a fucking wall of muscle. I want people to see me and think a punch could be deadly.”

“Ok, we start back here.” Dmitri reached below and grabbed a handful of Chaz’s ass and squeezed. As he released tension, Chaz’s ass swelled to a perfectly round bubble butt. He then worked his way down his thighs and calves, squeezing them and watching them grow. He then reached up and began massaging Chaz’s shoulders, making his neck and shoulders rise with new muscle. He reached in front of Chaz and grabbed his chest and squeezed them three times, Chaz moaning with each squeeze and each brought increasingly bigger pectoral muscles, the last squeeze leaving two heaping mounds of muscle on Chaz’s chest. He reached lower and massaged his abdominals, as six wide mounds appeared on his torso. Finally, he worked on one arm, making it impossibly huge. “Lift up other arm, show off deadly guns you want,” Dmitri ordered. Chaz, smiling, lifted up his weak arm and flexed. Dmitri grabbed onto his arm and squeezed, making his arm huge enough to not even wrap both of your hands around it.

“Fuckin’ right, Dmitri. I look like a professional NFL player.”

“You look dominating. Anything else you want I fix?”

Chaz thought. “My voice?”

“How you want voice?”

“Deep, booming. Imposing enough to match this fucking powerhouse of a bod.”

“This get uncomfortable.”

“What-“ Dmitri shoved his arm down Chaz’s mouth. Chaz panicked wide eyed as he saw a look of concentration on Dmitri’s face and felt a tingling in his throat where he assumed Dmitri must be working his magic. Dmitri pulled his arm out, whipping it to get rid of drool.

“What the FUCK, bro?” Chaz exclaimed, but shocked himself with the sound of his voice. His voice boomed with a deep baritone, pairing nicely with his impressive body.

“You need I do anything else?”

Chaz thought for a moment. “My cock.”

“How you want your dick looking?”

“I want what you did to Jermaine. No, two inches bigger. I’m going to be the horse of the group.”

“Very well, remove trousers.”

 Chaz obeyed quickly, revealing his thin, five incher from before his change. Dmitri gripped Chaz’s shaft, place a hand on his impressive abs, and pulled. Chaz moaned as his dick was stretched to 10, 12, 13, and finally an impossible 15 inches before his eyes as Dmitri knelt and blew once into the head, expanding it’s girth by 3 inches. Chaz, already as the point of exploding, grabbed Dmitri by the back of the head and unloaded what must have been a pint of spunk into Dmitri’s throat, yelling out as he unloaded.

Dmitri swallowed and stood up, wiping his mouth off, “Perfect, so we have deal then?”

“Deal,” Chaz asked panting, trying to balance himself with all the new weight all over his body, “What deal?”

“In order for you to have dream body, I need soul. In order for me to have soul, I need DNA. I have DNA, so we have deal?”

“My SOUL?”

“Yes.”

“I guess a deal’s a deal,” Chaz offered, still panting, “Doesn’t matter to me, I’m not using it.”

“Excellent. Dasvidania, Chaz,” Dmitri said as he leaned in to kiss Chaz, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

As their mouths met for a kiss, Chaz passed out.

~~~~~~~

Chaz awoke in the dawn naked in an empty field on top of the hill. Where the hell was he? What happened to Dmitri? The house? He looked down the hill and noticed a car parked there. His car. On the road where Dmitri lived. He looked around. It’s as if Dmitri’s home had vanished into thin air. He looked down and realized that it couldn’t have been a dream; his body was still the chiseled masterpiece resembling a Greek god. He flexed his arms and felt them smiling. But his soul? He figured he wouldn’t miss it. Live while you can live, right? He made his way down to his car and started it. Chaz needed to go show his friends his new look and wondered if Jon and Jermaine would be open for a threesome this early in the morning.