When Lucas, heir to a billion pound fortune, had witnessed both of his parents murdered in front of him, he had expected some level of protection from the police. Especially because they gang that had killed his parents had threatened to come back for him.
He did not expect the level of protection to be so high that he would have been given a completely different body and life. After being explained that there was no other way in which he could be completely safe, he knew he had no other option but to agree to what the police were suggesting.
Being taking into a room and being stripped down was embarrassing, many people assumed that because his father was a billionaire, he much have have had an easy life, and like most other rich kids that you see on instagram be buff, having spend almost all their time in the gym, or out spending their parents money.
Lucas was different, he spent the majority of his time in school, his father teaching him to earn his way through life and make some money himself, that way he would know what to do when he did eventually inherit all that money. He was skinny, but had a good level of both fat and muscle to look healthy. The nurse in the room with him ejected his are and it didn’t take long for him to pass out.
Waking up he knew that he was much different from before. He was laying down in a hospital bed and could barely see passed his now huge pecs, quickly sitting up, he stretched his arms out amazed at the size of them. He was now so wide that he could barely fit into his hospital gown.
Exploring his body with his now much larger hands he was amazed at how much everything has grown, he smirked as his hands wrapped around his now much larger dick. He mind drifted to all the chicks that he would get to fuck now. That though made him pause for a moment, as before the change he had been gay.
The door to the room opening stopped him from exploring further, as the police walked in and talked him through his new life. His new name was Charlie and he was 25 years old, much older that the 18 years he was just a day ago. He was going to be moving into a council flat when he left, and his back story was that he had been in jail since he was 16, where he spent the majority of his time lifting weights with the other inmates.
The police were worried that he was become lonely as he settled into his new life, so the had purchased him two dogs to keep him company. He smirked at this knowing that the dogs would be a good way for him to get out and pick up some chicks, which was the first thing that he did when he left the hospital.
Living on a council estate was much different from the life in his multi-million pound house. But he was already enjoying this life more, he already had five girls texting him daily begging him to come over, he spent most of his time in the gym building his body bigger, he was so much happier now that he ever was.
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