Well, I don’t know exactly where you’re sending this from but I know my fair share about the transformation bars that’re seeming to pop up all over the place. I don’t know who’s idea it was but I’m not complaining about it in the least bit. There’s nothing wrong with a little variety and spice to the gay scene.
You wanna know what you’re in for? Well, first of all, you’re going to notice the smell of the club is intoxicating and sweet. You’d think that there’d be an overwhelming aroma of musk in the air with all the bodies and movement happening at once. You’d be wrong. While that smell might work for some, you can catch far more flies with honey than vinegar. The aroma from the club spreads out to the local area from the time the doors open to the time they close.
Once you get past the deceptively sweet bouncer, smiling wide and welcoming you with a tight hug from arms thick enough to break concrete, you usually have three options. Some clubs have more to choose from and some are more specialized. However, the majority keep it at a standard three.
To your left, you’ll find the performing stages. Regular clubs hire strippers and dancers to do their thing but transformation clubs? Well, it’s pretty obvious how they get their dancers.
You want a spot on the stage? It’s simple. Just find the stage attendant and they’ll put you on the list to perform. Once it’s your turn to go up, you’ll get a little pink and black pill. Swallow it and you’ll be almost instantaneously transformed from what you were to one of the hottest strippers you could ever hope to be. No previous experience is required. The pill gives you all the information and instincts you’ll need to bring the house down. The demand to get transformed and perform is usually pretty high. So, you’ll only have about 30 to 45 minutes to show everyone what you’re working with. What will you do with your time? Most people decide to make a little extra spending money. I can’t say I blame them.
If you’re lucky enough to have the right kind of reaction, you’re blessed with not just the abilities of a stripper but the body of a muscle god. When there’s enough muscle-enhanced hunks waiting in the queue, they all get put up on stage and have a ‘muscle-off’. They show off their new bodies to the crowds below and do their best to entice them into voting for them. Only one person can come out the victor and the grand prize? Permanent transformation. If you can prove you deserve it. you’re granted the ability to keep your new body for the rest of your life. It’s a pretty highly coveted grand prize.
If you’re looking for something a little different than that, you could head over to the bar and see what’s up on the menu. Each item on the menu has a different transformation effect. You wanna have more of a beefy appearance for the night? Get a double cheeseburger with extra bacon. If you want to turn into something more sexy and magnetic to the people around you, try the guacamole and tortilla chips. Think a little bit of brain power will help you take someone home for the night but you don’t want to go full out nerd? Try the beer-battered fish. That should give more than enough of a brain boost to get the job done.
Eating single items by themselves is one thing. Combing the items for a full meal? Well, that’s just something you’ll have to experience for yourself. I’ll let you think about what kind of transformation combo you’ll get from consuming a meal like that.
If you’re feeling more carnal than anything else, you could always just go straight ahead to the dance floor. All the lust comes together there and, more often than not, people end up getting together and heading toward the back rooms. While it’s not safe to completely let the aphrodisiacs of the club take over and fall into the erotic actions due to ensue, you can simply head into one of the rooms in the back and let everything come to a head there. You can be as loud as you want, rough as you want, messy as you want, and everything else. You have complete freedom to get off however you want to get off.
Those two are definitely on their way to the back. Cherry lollipops tend to enhance the lustful feelings in your body more than the other flavors.
That’s the general layout of your typical gay transformation club. There’s a little bit of something for everyone that’s willing to venture inside the building. Yeah, it kinda sucks that the transformations only last until you wake up next. However, the clubs wouldn’t be nearly as popular as they are if every single person gets to keep the way they look.
Of course, there’s nothing stopping you from going back the next night. Part of the fun and the allure is trying out all the different transformations and seeing what ones fit you best. Who knows? You might find that having the body of a muscle god with the brainpower of Einstein is the perfect fit for you.
Oh yes. The kind of place I’d love to visit. I do wonder though if they’d have some more exotic selections for transformations like size and limbs and such, because those are the ones I’d most love to try for a fun night at a time.
Andrew had just had a bad breakup. Like really bad. Like she had changed the locks on the apartment bad. Like she had thrown his stuff in the street bad. Like his car had a TV shaped dent on the roof bad.
And then at the end of it, sweet as sugar, she’d tossed down an envelope and said “oh hey, here’s a little gift 4 u tho. I bought it for ur birthday but u may as well use it.”
What would you have done? Andrew opened it. Inside was a gift certificate for some place called “Focus”. Probably a spa or something. Whatever
After he got the TV off his car roof and his underwear in the trunk, he drove to his buddy Paul’s. Paul put him up, and told him that they’d go out that night. Find something fun to do…some new chick for him to hook up with. For now, Paul had to go to work, but they’d totally go out and get Andrew some ass later
Andrew looked at his pile of stuff. And he looked at the second hand slowly counting off Paul’s workday. Yeah…he needed a distraction
Like maybe that spa card
Yeah, it’s almost be like revenge. Relaxing on her dollar
About half an hour later, Andrew was sitting in a nicely appointed office. It didn’t look too much like a spa, but whatever, lots of places looked generic. And he’d never really actually been to a spa before, so who knows what one was sposda look like
The receptionist ushered him into a room and told Andrew to have a seat. It was a conference room type deal, with about a half dozen chairs and a big mirror on one wall. Weird. Andrew wondered when he was going to get to change into a fluffy robe and get a massage or whatever
A door opened at the far end of the room. Enuff people filed in to fill all the chairs. Most of them were just regular looking men, of all ages and demografics. If they had anything in common…well, truth be told they looked a little faggy. But like..weren’t the guys who worked at a spa supposed to look like that?
One guy, sittin right next to Andrew, he had a clipboard and was wearing a lab coat
“Hi Andrew,” Dr Labcoat said. “I’m going to ask you a few questions to help the room understand u, ok?”
“Sure thing…” Andrew said. Man this was a full service deal
“What do you do for work Andrew?”
“Just retail stuff. I work at a kiosk in the mall selling cell phones”
“And what do u do for fun?”
“Uh…” said Andrew. “Mostly I just hang out with my buddies. We watch a lot of sports an sometimes we hit the gym and get a good pump. I dunno…I used to like to hang with my girl, but she just dumped my ass….”
“Why did she do that Andrew?”
“I dunno! She said I was lazy and I never pitched in an i never cared about nothin or whatever…but I think it was really cuz I’m always lookin at other girls and she knows it…”
“Alright Andrew, I think that’s enough. Please sit quietly for a moment.” Said Dr. Labcoat. He turned to the rest of the table. “As you can see, we’ve got a fairly basic bro here. He’s undiferentiated. We’d like your advice on how to bring him up to spec. The gift certicficate he’s using asks only that he stops ogling women all the time. So of course we brought in this group ;)”
“This is a weird spa…” Andrew said.
“It’s not a spa, Andrew” said Dr Labcoat. “It’s a focus group. These men are going to help create a new you!”
“What?”
“Sit quietly Andrew.”
Andrew sat quietly. He didn’t want to…but there was something about the guy in the Labcoat. Something about the whole room that was bending his reality just a little bit…
“Let’s start with you,” Dr Labcoat pointed at guy somewhere in his mid-forties. Or maybe fifties. The guy was pretty built, and it was making it hard to guess his age.
“I think he needs more discipline in the gym,” said the guy who clearly had plenty himself. “He said he goes to the gym, but Andy doesn’t look like he lifts anything except a six pack of beers.”
“Alright,” Dr Labcoat said. “Let’s say that Andrew goes to the gym…three times a week? And that he lifts heavy and with good form well he’s there?”
“Make it five times” said the gym goer. “And he’ll have to pair that with discipline in the kitchen to get a really great body.”
“Okay, that’s done,” said Dr. Labcoat, marking it down on his clipboard. Andrew didn’t feel any different, but a moment later he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and…holy fuck. He had to have forty pounds of muscle on his frame that weren’t there when he walked in the door.
“Holy Fuck” Andrew said. “Okay…I’m cool with this. Keep it up guys…”
“By all means, lets keep it up” said Labcoat. “What do you suggest?” He asked pointing to a well dressed man in his thirties.
“Well, too be honest, he looks like he shops at the dollar store. I’d improve Andew by making him give a damn about fashion. Not suits and ties…hes too young for that, but he should care about looking good”
So Andrew did. And when he glanced down the table at the mirror, he was almost shocked to see that his body wasn’t in a hoodie and jeans anymore, but in a perfectly fitted deep v-neck t. A glance down showed him trim slacks that cupped his ass nicely. And a pair of freshly shined brown shoes. Combined with his thick muscles, he looked ready to get laid. Andrew grinned at the changes
“And you,” said the doctor, pointing to a grizzled old biker. “What do you suggest?”
“You kno me boy,” said the biker. “I think he should have some tats. Nothin u can cover up with a shirt either”
“Okay,” said Dr Labcoat, noting it down. Andrew stood up and moved toward the mirror, watching a colorful tat spread down up the right side of his neck and out his left sleeve. At first glance it looked like a Celtic design
“How can you do all this?” Andrew asked?
“Oh, starting to ask questions,” said the next guy in line. He looked bookish…maybe like a college prof? “I suggest that Andrew has never really been dumb – he just acts like an oaf because society allows him to. I say that Andrew should really be dumb, used to not quite understanding the world around him.”
“Noted,” said the Labcoat guy. Andrew wasn’t sure what he was writin down, but who cared. He had a sweet bod, awesome tats, and he looks hot. Why worry about shit?“
Next Dr Labcoat turned to this shy looking guy, maybe 22. “What do you suggest?” he asked.
“I think he should have green eyes…”
The whole table burst out laughing.
“What?!” Said the shy dude. “I mean like get-lost-in-them green. Like unnerving green eyes. It’s a thing for me ok?”
“Okay, got it,” said Dr Labcoat. Andrew started to notice that when he made eye contact with someone across the table, they had a hard time looking away from him
“Do you know what goes great with green eyes?” Said the next guy when Andrew made eye contact with him. “Being Spanish. When I was backpacking thru Spain, it was always the green eyes guys who caught my attention”
Dr Labcoat made a note on his pad. Andrew walked toward the mirror again.
“No. But…u can’t just…” he looked at his medateran skin. His hair that was so dark brown it was almost black.
“Andrew, are you okay?” Asked Dr Labcoat.
“Andrés”, the Spanish hunk corrected absentmindedly.
“This just isn’t possible,” he said in a thick Spanish accent.
“We’ll continue then,” said the dr. “One more go around the table”
He pointed back at the gym afectionadio. “What do you suggest?”
“He’s starting to look pretty good to me. But he needs fuller lips. Real big DSLs”
Andrés lips grew more pronounced. “What is dsls?” he asked.
“Stop thinking so much boy” said the college professor.
“Let’s stick to our turns” said Dr Labcoat. He turned to the well dressed man. “What do you suggest?”
“I like this Spanish thing, but I’d like it more if his hair grew out. He’d look like a fashion model with longer hair”
The dr noted it down and Andrés hair grew down to his shoulders. Right now it was loose, but it looked long enuff to tie up into a bun when he worked out.
“And you,” dr Labcoat turned to the biker. “What do u suggest?”
“Well…he’s hot as anything, he’s dumb as a rock, an he’s got tats…I have to say, I think this man needs to be gay as fuck”
Andrés looked closely on the mirror. He didn’t look any…gayer. But then he looked back at the gym rat and he felt his average cock start to inflate.
“Now, it’s actually your turn this time. What do you suggest,” dr Labcoat asked the college prof.
“I suggest that I can see him getting hard over all us at the table, but his bulge isn’t big enuff. I think he should have a big cock, but just small enuff that it’s not painful”
Andrés long cock now pushed uncomfortably in his slacks. He was thick enough, and more than long enuf to hit all the best places in any man he wanted. And tender, he knew instinctively, that he could gently open up a man for the first time
“Done,” said Dr Labcoat. He turned to the shy guy and asked his question. “What do you suggest?”
“Well…he’s got the eyes that I could fall into forever… so could he have like a hypnotic voice. The kinda voice where when he talks u just can’t help but listen and maybe start to agree…”
The Dr smiled and noted down the change. “Alright,” he said. “Andrés, how do you feel about that?”
“I think that maybe u want to kiss me, yes?” Said Andrés, looking at the shy young man with those clear green eyes.
“Y…yes, I do” said the young man.
“Not just yet,” said Dr Labcoat. We have one final request. He turned to the backpacker. “What do you suggest?”
“Mmmmm…I feel like ‘Andrés’ should be a manipulative man. He should love using that body and that incredible voice to make other men his puppets…yeah, that’d be so hot to watch…”
The Dr noted it down on his pad. “Ok… that’s everything” he said.
“Excuse me doctor” said Andrés softly, “I have just one small request. With all of your improvements, well, I think that maybe it is only fair that I get to make a suggestion too…”
“I’m sorry, that’s really not the procedure…”
“But is only fair doctor. I think you are a fair man, yes? A good man? Just one suggestion.”
The doctor seemed to struggle with the idea for a moment before coming around.
“And Andrés, the last call goes to you, what one thing would you want to improve about yourself?” asked the man in the lab coat
Andrés looked around the room, noticing all the hard bulges and rented pants from the focus group. If you were into dudes, and he was VERY into dudes, it was easy to imagine any of them licking his thick cock, bending over to get pounded, or just worshipping his cut body…
“Don’t give me that look, trying to
act innocent. I know what you’ve been doing. In fact, I’m kinda
pissed that I didn’t catch on sooner. I know you’ve always had a
thing for shorter, built guys. I’d see you checking them out when we
went out to a bar together. I’d ask if you wished I weren’t so lanky,
but you’d always deny it. But then when we got drunk with your
friend Jared that one night, he said that your biggest fantasy was
always to be dominated by some shorter, stacked guy with a big dick.
Then, my jeans stopped fitting right.
And at first, I figured they were just getting broken in. But why
were they feeling tighter around my thighs and somehow too long at
the same time? It didn’t make sense. Over the last couple months, I
could swear that people I’d always looked in the eye were somehow
taller. When I asked if I seemed shorter to you, you’d brush it off.
But now I realize that you were gaslighting me. And then immediately
after, you’d get super horny and we’d have sex.
But you messed up. You gave me too much
of your little powder last time, didn’t you? That’s why I lost a full
inch this week! I’m barely 5’7’’ now! And my arms-! I ripped a
t-shirt yesterday. Not to mention this guy down here, who feels
almost as thick as my wrist!
And yeah, I know about the powder. I
found it this morning in your jacket, along with the instructions!
You must have been doing this for months and I never caught on.
But then the overdose, and you leaving
it in your jacket… it’s almost like you wanted me to find out.
This is what you wanted, right? To turn
me from some six foot beanpole into this?
Oh, that’s right. You wanted to be
dominated by ‘some short stacked guy with a big dick.’
Well, roll over, fucker. I’m gonna
teach you to be careful what you wish for.”
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