Job Placement - Becoming a worker

When the government announced that anyone who was unemployed was required to take a job that was selected for them Henry was quite worried. He had just been become unemployed himself after the start up he was working at as a developer went bankrupt.

When the letter confirming his new job came though he was slightly shocked to say the least. He had expected the government to take account of his qualifications and his work experience when placing him, but the letter told him her would become a builder. He had no idea if he could even do the job, he had never done any sort of manual work in his life. Unfortunately, it was the only hope I had at having any kind of money coming in as I was getting no responses from my other job applications.

Arriving at the building site where the letter said to go, the sight of all the large men working made him real as out of place as he expected. Awkwardly walking towards the cabin that said 'Site Office' he knocked on the door and waited. The door swung open revealing a rather large muscular and hairy man. He introduced himself as the sites foreman and invited Henry into the office.

"So, your our new labourer eh mate?" he said with a smile as he slid a glass of water over to Henry, which he gladly accepted. He always got nervous at job interviews, and the situation was making him even more nervous. He chugged the water down in one, causing the foreman to let out a small laugh.

"Must be thirst eh boy" he smiled, "must say, I think you'll fit in quite well". This caused Henry to raise his eyebrow.

"Really?" he asked scratching his face awkwardly, he could feel stubble under his fingers as he scratched, which was strange, he could never really grow much facial hair and the little he did have he shaved this morning. He frowned slightly at this but tried to ignore it.

"I've gotta say, based on your past experience, I wouldn't have placed you as a computer programmer, looks like you've been a labour since you finished school" he smiled, looking Henry up and down.

"Thanks" Henry muttered, although he didn't know what would make him think that, he had always been interested in computers, although now that he thought hard about it, he couldn't seem to remember much about computers/ He shifted awkwardly and loosened his tie slightly, it seemed as if it was getting tighter, he undid the top button at the same time giving a small sigh of relief as he did so.

"Well... lets get you intoduced to the other" the foreman said, throwing Henry a high-vis vest. "Might want to take your shift off aswell" he said with a wink, "gets a bit mess outside".

Henry looked at the high-vis vest in his hand and without much thought he unbuttoned his shift, letting he body breath, his shift was now much to small for him. He looked down at his body with slight confusion, was he always this big, he remembered being small and skinny. With a shrug he put the high-vis on and looked at his boss, something seemed off slightly. "Don't forget your hat boy" said the boss as he put the hat on Henrys head.

All memories of his previous life as a developer left his head, along with all his college education. In its place was knowledge of a building site, how to build walls, dig holes and lift heavy things. "Hope your ready to work" said his boss, "Lots of heavy lifting today".

Henry laughed and flexed his muscles, "No worries about that boss" he said with a grin.

Helping a bullied kid

Poor Elliott, every bus ride to and from school he was being relentlessly bullied by a group of kids. They weren't even that much bigger than him, sure he was small for his age, but the kids bullying him were about average. But high school sucked, especially for a freshman like Elliott.

I felt sorry for him, he just sat there and took every comment, spitball and paper ball thrown at him. He didn't show it, but I knew it was affecting him. I wanted to do something for him. In the past I had changed a bullied kid into the gym teacher so he could get revenge on his bullied, another time I had changed a kid into his bullies stepfather.

This time, i don't want to change much about Elliott's circumstances, I would just change him. If all goes to plan he would be the biggest guy in the whole school. I began focusing on him, willing him to change, to grow larger. I watched with a smile as he began to grow larger. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and squirmed slightly as he grew taller, I figures that around six foot was tall enough, giving him room to grow taller.

Meanwhile the rest of his body was expanding in all directions as his muscles grew. It didnt take long for him to notice the changes, and look down at his body in awe, giving his new growing muscles a quick flex. I focused on his biceps in particular making them grow bigger and be something that would make even a fully grown man jealous.

I began to alter reality, Elliott now came from a family of bodybuilders, and he was going along with the family business so to speak. I made it so everyone would think it was normal except his now former bullies. Oh, and did i forget to mention they were now I completely skinny twerps now? I had to get the muscle Elliott needed from somewhere.

Lil Bro to Big Bro

I'm still slightly awkward in this body, I have no idea what to even do in the gym to keep this body in shape. I don't even know why I agreed to take my older brothers place so I could pass his final exams for him, I should have just let him fail.

I wasn't use to having all the attention on me when ever I walked in the room, my brother was always the popular one, while I just kept to myself and studied hard. I will admit though, I know now why he was so cocky and confident all the time, this body just oozed self-confidence, maybe its the muscles or the tattoos, i'm not sure but I like it.

Its also weird that for the last week I've been in this body I've had zero attraction to other men that I used to have, at the same time I can't take my eyes off of the women. My brothers always been a ladies man and was never one to be single for long. I guess it sort of makes sense, sexuality must be linked to the body right?

I've been avoiding my brothers girlfriend since I don't think I would be able to resist myself, but she keeps on texting me and I don't think I can keep it going. Thinking about it I feel better than i've ever been while in my brothers body, I might even reconsider swapping back, i'm sure I can pursuade my older.. I mean younger brother, after all he always said younger siblings so respect the older one.

Yard Work

When four nerds knocked on my door asking if there was any work they could do over the summer I felt a bit sorry for them. I highly doubt there was any meaningful work they could do, they were all quite skinny and weak looking, but I told them they could help in my yard if they wanted to.

I'm guessing they knew they were out of the depth with the request, but they agreed and I led them to my garage to collect some tools. I knew that they would have absolutely no idea how to use them. But the were determined to at least try and do the job.

I was quite impressed by their work ethic and willingness to give the work a try. It was then what I knew what I had to do. I had inherited a family trait that allowed me to alter others around me, it had come in helpful a few times in the past, but I didn't really like to use it much as it was very draining on me.

I focused on the group of boys and willed them to grow bigger, more muscular. It didn't take long for the effected to show, their formerly loose fitting tshirts becoming tighter as their muscles expanded. I began to fill their head with the knowledge that they would need to help out and gave them a bit more confidence than they had at the moment.

I didn't take long for three of the boys to burst out of their tshirts and their muscles grew large enough. Their skinny chests were now large pecs and their arms had doubled in size. The other boy, who had worn an even baggier tshirt than the other didn't exactly burst out of his, but his sleeves had become incredibly tight, causing him to rip them off.

The four of them looked shocked at their changes, it was using my last bit of energy that I altered reality, causing this to become normal. The four nerds were now jocks in the local high school, just looking for some cash to help their football team. It didn't take long for them to get to work on the yard, it seemed as if they knew exactly what they were doing.

With an exhasted sigh, I headed in side for a nap, it was hard work changing their guys into workers that could do the job, and I wish I could enjoy the view, but it could wait, I needed a nap to regain my energy before the extra suggestions planted in their minds came up.

Birthday gift from Grandma

When I opened my 18th birthday present from my grandma, my face dropped. She had gotten me a 'Gym Shark' vest. I'm not sure where she got the impression that this was something that I wanted or needed, after all I barely weighed 125lbs, I was stick thin and had never been in a gym in my life. To make matters worse, the vest itself was way to big, it would fall straight off me if I was to wear it.

I didn't want to make my grandma upset, so I quickly put a smile on my face and thanked her for the gift.

"Well.." she said, "go and try it on" she smiled.

I didn't want to be rude, she was my grandma after all, so I slowly took the vest and walked out of the living room and into my bedroom. "This is so stupid" I said to myself as I took my t-shirt of and held the vest up in front of me, I could tell it was made for someone three times my size, but with a sigh I threw it on and tried to adjust the straps so that they would stay on my small shoulders.

There seemed to me a warmth coming from the vest itself, It was weird. I looked at myself in the mirror as I slid the strap up again on my shoulder. Did they seem... wider? No, it couldn't be. I looked closer at my reflection, did my arms always look that big? and did my chest always buff out that much?

I watched in shock and awe as my reflection grew and expanded with muscles.Growing larger and larger until I didn't have to adjust the straps any more, they could now more than stay on by themselves, in fact, if I keep growing I might even snap them. My once bonny and skinny body was now muscular, my pecs barely being held in by the vest, my arms now huge masses of muscle compared to what I could once grip on hand completely around, and I actually have abs aswell.

I'm not sure what my grandma has done, but this is certainly the best present I have ever had, and I am sorry for ever doubting her.

Becoming Coach

“Dude, I can’t believe Coach Thomas is taking time off because his wife’s just given birth” said Craig, one of the schools star football players, “our big game is only a month away too, were literally screwed without him”.

Henry laughed, “Bro, relax Coach has a plan” he said pulling a red cap out of his backpack. “His wife’s a witch and… don’t give me that look it’s true, let’s just say I wasn’t always this muscle hunk you see before you right now… Anyway.. all we have to do is get someone to wear this and they’ll become our new coach.. at least until Coach Thomas comes back”.

“I don’t know.. sounds like BS to me, I mean you’ve always been my bro, we’ve been on the same teams together since middle school!” Craig said shaking his head, “buts lets say I do believe you.. Who do we use it on? Cause it’s not going to be me”

It’s was at this moment Christian walked around the corner. He was a nerdy guy, average height but thin as a take, no sign of any muscle or fat on his entire body. Dude was also gay as hell, it being well known across the whole school that he had slept with one of the science teachers.

Henry looked at Craig with a smirk, and waited until Christian had passed before sneaking up behind him and slipping the hat on his head.

“What the hell” Christian said turning around to confront them, while reaching up to take the hat off. Only, he stopped mid way and was frozen in spot, unable to move or speak.

“Dude!” Craig yelled, as he watched Christian slowly grow taller, “its actually working”.

“Told ya, Bro” Henry said with a smirk, “now watch” he said nodding towards Christian who’s body was now piling on the pounds as his muscles grew larger, straining against his previously loose t-shirt. The t-shirt soon gave way and fell to the floor, which was to be expected as Christians shoulders were now almost twice as wide as they were just mere moments ago.

Christian now had a body that any jock would kill to have in high school, but that wasn’t the end off it. It wasnt noticeable at first, but it soon became obvious that he was aging. Body hair began spouting all over his body. His once smooth chest now has a good dusting of hair, as did his face which while looking twice as old now sported a beard.

A small layer of fat began to cover his muscles, it didn’t so much as hide them but add to his bulk making him look bigger that he actually was. It was soon after that the changes began to slow and Christian could move again.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” he yelled in a now deep and baritone voice, much more different and manly that the voice he had had minutes before.

“We needed a new coach, and thought you’d be the perfect fit” Henry said with a smirk.

“But… What?” Christian said confused, “I liked being skinny, what am I even meant to do with these muscles” he said looking at his arms and unconsciously flexing them.

“Coach us, Train us, make us the best team we can be.. coach” said Craig with a small laugh.

“But I don’t know the first thing about…” Christian paused as new memories entered his mind. He was now born 20 years earlier that he was before, he was the star quarterback all throughout high school and into college, unfortunately and injury meant he couldn’t go pro so he moved back to his home town. The man who used to be his father was now his older brother, while the teacher that he had been having a not-so-secret relationship with was now his husband!

His new memories also told him everything he would need to know to help coach his team to success, and it was all down to his two favourite players Craig and Henry.

Tinder Date

I have been on so many tinder dates I’m beginning to lose track, but I’m not going to stop anytime soon. You see, I don’t actually go on the dates to find love, instead I go on it to improve the tinder pool for others in the area.

I purposely match with guys who are on the lower scale of attractiveness, to put it politely. Take Gareth here, not even a few minutes ago he was a small and frail boy, with a face covered in acne and a large nose that took up a large proportion of his body. He was so unconfirmed, I had to use my magic to force him here as he wasn’t going to show up otherwise.

Anyway, the first thing I changed was the face, I made him more attractive, gave him a good jaw line and a beard, although I quickly removed that as it didn’t suit what I was going for.

I tidied up his messy and greasy hair, and shortened it slightly, he was looking good so far. I smiled as I looked him over. God he was so skinny, adding some muscle to his frame I could see them growing under his ill fitting shirt. It was hard to see the actual growth, so I quickly swapped out his shirt for a vest top.

Much better, his muscles were slightly larger than I had intended, but he looked good. He looked uncomfortable wearing just the vest. Duh, I had given him muscles and a face any guy would kill to have, but not the confidence and cockiness to go with it.

That soon changed and he was soon flexing his muscles for me, showing them off at every angle. I was about to call it quits and break him in, but a guy on the other corner of the restaurant gave me an idea.

I added a whole muscle sleeve to him left are and a chest piece before finally calling it quits, I was happy, I mean it was my first time adding tattoos onto someone but I think it worked out alright… no, let’s see what his new body is like in the bedroom so I can make some adjustments to other areas as well.