He's Had Some Work Done (vignette) (Patreon)

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“How does something like this even happen?!  There’s no safety mechanism?  No emergency shut…shutoooOOHHHHH!”  Brad tensed, his warped body spasming as he came.  His vision blurred and his exaggerated new muscle simultaneously felt like it was flexing and melting, turning what was normally a brief burst of pleasure into an encompassing experience.  The sensation was as euphoric as it was unexpected, with Brad’s spring-loaded monster going hard and spraying with only a few seconds notice.  It would have been bad enough with his formerly average equipment, but the fourteen inch forearm that sprayed like a firehose turned it into a nightmare.  All Brad could do was gasp and grunt, staring in helpless humiliation as he watched the massive organ explode.  His altered face went crimson at the way the doctor and his young nurse had to dart aside to avoid the ropey strands, and at the warm, wet rain that splattered against his oversized chest.  “Oh…ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck…” Brad panted, hating the way his body buzzed after the potent release.  Of equal concern was his inability to muster the willpower to even make an attempt at covering himself, but in the wake of the soul-shaking bliss it was all he could do to sputter out a few words.

“Well that answers the question about whether or not that was still happening,” Doctor Barston said, making a note on his tablet.  “I see here the last one occurred forty minutes ago, but there was only a fifteen minute gap between it and the one that preceded.  We’ll have to continue monitoring to see if a pattern develops.”  He paused when he looked back up and saw the panting man’s dazed expression.  “Are you still with us Mr. Harding?”

Brad nodded, his thoughts slowly starting to gel once more.  “I…it’s like…when happen…” he stuttered, the words slogging through the mire of lust that lingered in his system.  He took a deep breath and swallowed hard before rubbing his twisted face.  He hated the way his smooth skin, overstated cheekbones, and excessive jaw felt against his enlarged hands, but the anger helped him focus.  “It’s like being hit by a tidal wave when it happens.  Just takes you off your feet,” he said, the words slow and deliberate.

Doctor Barston nodded.  “So they weren’t that intense before?”

“No.  Not even close.”  Brad’s tone took on an edge as the knowledge that he was still sitting in a warped, cum-covered body began to punch through the haze.  “Could someone get me a rag or something?”

“Already on it,” the young nurse said, doing his best to remain casual in the unusual circumstances.  Brad hadn’t noticed his absence until the other man emerged from the bathroom with a small plastic basin and a sponge.  He’d introduced himself as Jordan and looked about a decade younger than Brad, like he was fresh out of college, with a beefy, imposing build that was offset by his disarmingly friendly face.  Before, he would have been the kind of person Brad sized up as competition.  Now, all the altered man could think about was how attractive the strapping nurse was.  His dark skin, his ample muscle, the way he filled out his scrubs; no matter how much Brad wanted to deny it, Jordan turned him on to a degree he’d never felt before.  Even the sight of the middle-aged Dr. Bartson’s lean, if average, build had him aching with desire.  The older man was slightly balding with severe features that weren’t particularly attractive, but just being around him was enough to get Brad’s overly eager new body going.  When Jordan approached with the sponge, the now-blonde caricature of a man knew he should take it and wipe himself down, but as with his inability to cover himself, he just sat there and let the young nurse begin scrubbing him down.

“Sorry, did that hurt,” Jordan asked, pausing when the cum-soaked stud let out a sharp hiss as he began sponging the muscled balloons that had become Brad’s pecs.

“N…no, they’re just…sensitive…” the top-heavy hunk said, his eyes going wide.  Having always been naturally smooth he still wasn’t used to the sensation of someone’s hand drifting through the soft, silky carpet that now covered the juicy mounds, a sensation that was only magnified by their hyper-sensitivity.  His nipples were even worse, acting like a pair of nubby buzzers connected directly to his bloated cock.  Already the reluctantly-softening organ had gone rigid again, and it was taking all of Brad’s limited willpower to keep from reaching out and grabbing Jordan’s bulge through his scrubs.

“Did you, uh, want to do this yourself,” Jordan asked awkwardly as the oversized mounds began rising and falling at a greater pace.

Dr. Barston stepped in before the increasingly-aroused man could respond.  “Can you do it yourself?”

“What?  Of…of course I can,” Brad stammered.  He took the sponge from Jordan and began scrubbing, wincing as he felt his distended torso rub against itself in unfamiliar ways.  His inflated arms brushed against the sensitive shelf of muscle as they flexed with the wiping motion, and Brad let out a quiet whimper whenever one of the hairy, jutting slabs would give against his probing fingers.  “Wait…what am I…this isn’t what I thought I was…” he stammered.  His stomach dropped when he realized he wasn’t wiping the cresting peaks of his inflated chest but groping them, and he wasn’t wincing as much as he was pursing his puffy new lips.  “Oh!  Ohhhhh…this is…hoouuhh…oh god…what’s…happening…” Brad’s voice was a cracking whimper full of tonal peaks and valleys as he went from a deep grunt to a high pitched plea.  The damp sponge was an afterthought on his meaty thigh as one hand stroked through the curly, golden forest and the other tweaked an agonizingly aroused nipple.  He knew he should stop, but with Dr. Barston and Jordan watching the erotic display just felt like the right thing to do.

“Hmm…that’s what I was afraid of,” the doctor sighed.  “Can you stop?”  He cocked his head to the side while he watched the groping man continue for another moment before rephrasing the statement.  “You can stop,” he said, adding a stern inflection.

Brad’s eyes were wide as his hands fell away, his body flushing an embarrassed purple.  His impossible new cock steadily oozed, the warm fluid streaming down the rigid pillar like a trickling fountain, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.  “What…what was that…” he croaked.

Dr. Barston folded his toned arms across his chest as he spoke.  “To answer your earlier question, yes, we do have an emergency shut off protocol.  Unfortunately, whatever corrupted the procedure also prevented that from automatically kicking in when it should have.  There’s also a manual shut off as a contingency just in case a system-wide breakdown like the one you experienced occurs, though it’s never actually been needed that I’m aware of, ”

“So how did I end up like this,” Brad asked, motioning down to his unnatural proportions.  “If there are so many safety nets, what the fuck happened?”

“Because it appears the technology isn’t to blame as much as the person who operated it.”  The doctor took a deep breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose before continuing.  “I spoke with the authorities earlier, and they said the evidence is pointing to this being an inside job.  It was made to look like a hack, when in reality the corrupted code  was entered directly at the terminal by the operator.  That would also explain why the manual shutdown procedure was never engaged.”

Brad could only blink in stunned silence.  “But…but why would he do that?  I don’t even know who that guy was!  What did I ever do to him?”

“All good questions to ask when the authorities are able to locate him.  As it stands he seems to have disappeared.  However, they’re fairly certain that he was paid off by someone else to do this to you, and considering the layers of security and screening that our operators go through, you apparently have an enemy with ample resources at their disposal.”

Brad didn’t know what to say.  He’d never consider himself the nicest guy on the planet, but he also didn’t go out of his way to be cruel.  As far as he knew there weren’t any vendettas against him, and he’d inherited his vast fortune, so it wasn’t as if he had corporate rivals or people he’d stepped on out to get him.  Sure, there were a few jilted exes and people who didn’t like him, but he couldn’t think of anyone so angry they’d go to such lengths.

The doctor let Brad digest that information before continuing.  “The authorities should be able to tell you more when you’re up and around.  Unfortunately that’s the extent of my knowledge on that matter.  But as far as your question about what specifically was done to you...we’ve been able to piece together the broken code and reverse engineer the stats.  I’m not going to lie, this will be hard to hear.  Do you need a moment, or should I continue?”

“Go ahead,” Brad nodded, wishing his body wasn’t vibrating with desire as he listened to the older man’s soft tenor.  Despite the shocking nature of the news, just the sound of the man’s voice was enough to stir the pressure in his waiting geyser of a cock.  Luckily Jordan was staying quiet, as Brad didn’t think he could hold back if the young hunk’s deep rumble was added to the mix.

“Well, the changes to your appearance are fairly obvious, but we have the specific measurements.  Your height didn’t change.  You’re still the same 5’10” that you were when you started, but that’s about the only thing that remained as it was.  Starting at the top, your shoulders have expanded from 17” across to 24”, which helps offset the growth between them at least a little.  Obviously the expansion at your chest is dramatic, more than doubling in size.  When you came to us your chest measurement was 36”, and now it’s just under 80”.  As far as your arms, they’ve grown from 10” biceps to 18”, while your waist actually got smaller, going from 32” to 28”.”  The doctor paused to both collect himself and let the information sink in before continuing.  The proportions should have been impossible, and he was doing his best to keep his expression neutral.  “Getting to the more, uh, sensitive areas.  Your penis went from 6.8” in length and 4.6” in circumference to 14.3” in length and 8.2” in circumference.  While scrotal measurements are a bit more fluid, you can see that they’ve gone from egg-sized to something closer to a large grapefruit in total, to use common examples.  Meanwhile, your backside went from 36” to just over 60”, which would explain your thighs going from 17” to 27”.  I know this was just a lot of information, so I can pause here if you need me to.”

Brad looked down at himself as best he could on his missing neck.  He hadn’t needed the numbers to know what he’d become, and hearing each measurement out loud only made him feel like more of a freak.  He shivered as his warped jaw brushed against the top of his new shelf, grateful that the doctor had spared him some of the details.  He was already painfully aware that his chiseled features and symmetrically handsome face had been obliterated, replaced by a cartoonishly wide, dimpled jaw, soft lips, large nose, and prominent forehead.  Even his chocolate brown hair had turned into an exaggerated golden blonde, leaving him looking like a Disney character come to life.  And not the handsome prince who ended up saving the day, but their buffoonish counterpart.  The doctor also hadn’t pointed out the sparse layer of soft, golden hair that sprouted over most of his newly acquired bulk.  Like the rest of him it was a warped take on impossible, hyper masculinity, and only served to make his odd new compulsions all the more noticeable.

“Why do I feel like this part is all the good news,” Brad finally asked, bracing himself for what was coming.

Dr. Barston nodded.  “As you’re aware, the NanoSculpt procedure can target more than exterior cosmetics.  Being in excellent health as you are, you were only coming to us for a polish.  You already had a solid diet and spent plenty of time in the gym, so all you needed us to do was tighten up in some areas, refine a few spots…essentially give you back the body you had when you were closer to Jordan’s age than mine,” he said, motioning to the young nurse.  “However, if you were suffering from any bad habits such as smoking, drinking, unhealthy eating, or other addictions, the nanite mist could be utilized to rewire those impulses in a person’s brain.  In your current case, though, I’ve never…even as someone who works with these tools every day…it never occurred to me that such rewriting would be possible in the first place,” the doctor stammered, hesitating.

Brad took a deep breath, his frustration mounting.  “I know what I paid for, doc, you don’t need to remind me.  This wasn’t cheap, even by my standards.  Quit dancing around and just give it to me already.”

“You’ve already seen one aspect of it with the releases you’ve been experiencing.  We’ll need more data to be sure, but as it stands your body has been programmed to orgasm at random.  Normal stimuli should still provide the same results in between the spontaneous eruptions, though perhaps at a quicker pace as your libido has been dialed up considerably.  Pleasure receptors for physical sensations of all kinds have been increased, specifically in the regions of your chest, mouth, and anus.  And as you may have noticed, the triggers for these libidinal impulses have been set to respond to anything male.  I understand your orientation prior to this was primarily heterosexual?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess it was.”  The word “was” hit Brad like a slap in the face.  The whole reason he’d shelled out obscene amounts of money for a NanoSculpt appointment in the first place was to keep himself fresh for the rotating door of women he had coming and going from his bedroom on a regular basis.  Now that had all been rendered moot.

“There’s no reason you still can’t have a perfectly fulfilling sex life,” the doctor said, trying to sound encouraging.  “It might require a bit of adjusting, but you…”

“I’m not adjusting anything,” Brad barked, “because I’m not going to stay like this.  Is that all?  Or is there more bad news we need to go over before we start talking about how to undo this?”

Dr. Barston’s tone was flat.  “There’s more, unfortunately.  You’ve likely already noticed that your inhibitive impulses aren’t as strong.  Things like a desire to cover yourself, or your experience with Jordan cleaning you up…essentially anything that would act as a barrier between you and the arousal your body now craves has been diminished.  At the same time, your exhibitive desires have been heightened, leaving you with what amounts to a reflex to remain exposed.  I can guess by your blushing that this has been an embarrassing experience, but that’s only because the process can take time to fully settle.  Based on the data we were able to recover, in a few days things like “embarrassment” or “humiliation” won’t be in your wheelhouse.”

Brad didn’t know what to make of that.  As mortified as he was to be sitting naked, hard and oozing in his disproportionate new body, the thought that he’d soon be doing so blissfully unaware that anything was wrong seemed like a greater nightmare.  And the doctor still wasn’t done.

“On top of all this, your body is also now producing an alternate pheromone to match your new attractions, meaning that men, gay or straight, will now have a sexual response to your presence,” the doctor said, shooting a glare at Jordan when the young man let out a sigh.

“Sorry!  I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I just…I’ve been real confused the last fifteen minutes,” the young nurse said with an awkward smile.

Brad felt like he should be angry, but the thought that the handsome stud had been turned on by the sight of his naked body sent a contented thrill through him.  That he clung to the knowledge of his swapped impulses as the cause didn’t matter; only the aching throb and fresh round of oozing from his inflated member registered as truly important.

“Finally,” the doctor continued, “your responses to others have been shifted into a more “agreeable” territory.  You’ll find your instinct is to be submissive, with a greater desire to please those around you.  Which isn’t to say that you’ll be walking around without any free will or agency of your own, only that your knee-jerk reactions will be more to do what you’re told instead of asking questions.”

“So let me see if I understand this correctly.  You’re telling me that, because of a screw up on your end, I’ve been turned into some kind of curvy, bodybuilder freak show with the face of a cartoon character, an oversized dick that has a life of its own, a bunch of horny gay impulses I can’t control, and an overwhelming desire to flaunt all of that while turning on whatever men are around me?”  There was a tense pause before the doctor nodded.  “Great.  So how long before you can stick me back in the tube and we can undo all thi..thiiIIUUHHNNGG…!”  Brad was cut off when his cock exploded again, unable to hold back the guttural wail that had to have echoed around the entire wing of the hospital.  As before, he could feel the warm liquid splattering all over his distended chest and up onto his warped face, trying desperately to cling to the embarrassment that followed.  This time the other two remained silent until Brad’s dazed state passed, though the blonde’s eyes locked in on the outline of the solid cocks in their pants.  Dr. Barston had shifted the tablet down to try and cover himself, but Jordan’s thick member was clearly visible as it tented against his scrubs.  “Just…just tell me how soon we can fix this,” Brad panted when he could speak again, his voice a husky whisper.

“This is where the real bad news comes in, I’m afraid.  There’s no easy way to say this, but the fact is we don’t know.  The normal window before someone can come back for a follow up treatment is a year, and that’s for relatively minor procedures.  The amount of strain your brain and body just endured would likely extend that recovery period on its own, and that’s even if this is reversible at all.  We’re still unpacking the code, but there’s a very likely possibility that the nanites have been locked in place.”

Brad’s stomach dropped, his flushed face going pale.  “So I’m…I’m stuck like this,” he asked, his body’s pleasant quivering a sharp contrast to the dread he felt.  He was staring down a future as a curvy, submissive boy-toy, his impossibly proportioned body and ever-spurting dick on display for all to see, but already he had to really think about it in order to feel the humiliation he wanted.

The doctor nodded.  “Again, we don’t know for sure.  And the actual good news is that you’re remarkably healthy overall, a state that has been locked in like everything else.  But, for the time being at least, I’m afraid the answer is yes.”