The Algorithm (vignette) (Patreon)

Eric looked at the metal pillars, a dubious expression on his immaculately groomed face.  His chiseled arms were folded just below his prominent pecs, the dusting of perfectly manscaped, chocolate hair accentuating his golden skin.  There were no tan lines beneath his loose tank-top, nor were there any lurking in his small shorts, only an uninterrupted glow that covered his well-defined, well-muscled frame.  He rubbed at the stubble covering his wide jaw, then scratched nervously at his expertly styled scalp.  ‘The young hunk wasn’t used to feeling apprehensive when it came to his looks, and he had twenty five years of eager, ample evidence to support his elevated confidence, but every day there was someone younger and hotter coming on to the market.

When he’d started his JustForFans account a few years prior, it hadn’t taken Eric long to amass a decent, lucrative following.  At first, all the former baseball star had to do was pop his shirt off every now and then.  His followers were content with flashes of his progress at the gym, so all he had to do was a few minutes of bare-chested flexing and mugging for the camera.  But eventually that wasn’t enough to satisfy the growing horde, which meant Eric started going on camera shirtless all the time.  Then his shorts got smaller.  Then he filmed in his boxer briefs.  Then briefs, until that eventually turned into “modeling” the free underwear companies started sending him.  Most of those were so small and skimpy that it wasn’t much of a leap when he started going bare-assed, and by the time he went full-frontal there was nothing left of his slightly-above average package to hide.  The thick cock and heavy balls had already been outlined, hinted at, and more or less seen through various shades of sheer material, so it felt foolish not to take advantage of his increasing exhibitionism.

Eric had been embarrassed and nervous at first, but as his follower count, and income, grew in time with each new layer he removed, the handsome hunk quickly got over it.  He’d always relished the attention he got whenever he was out in public.  Guys, girls, it didn’t matter; Eric loved it when someone hit on him or he caught someone checking him out.  The built brunette wasn’t a vain monster or pompous beauty, but he knew how good he looked, and the idea that other people either wanted him, or wanted to be like him, was one he savored.  It was what prompted him to start his account in the first place.  He knew he could make money off his looks and get attention at the same time.  It was a win-win.

He hadn’t anticipated how intoxicating it would become.  Out at a bar or in the locker room was one thing; having thousands of people all over the world telling him how hot he was and backing that up with actual money was on another level entirely.  The thrill he felt in the face of such admiration vastly outweighed any lingering scraps of modesty, and that admiration grew to a fever pitch the first time he’d jerked off on camera.

Until that point the most Eric had ever done was post some videos of himself in the shower, or performing mundane chores and lounging around the apartment naked.  He’d stream while laying on his stomach in bed, occasionally angling the camera to capture the bare, firm globes he’d flex and slap while pouring on the charm for his viewers, but he told himself that was as far as he’d intended to go.

Whether Eric knew he was lying, or it truly was an accident, he wasn’t sure, but the results spoke for themselves.  He’d posted a video of himself coming home pumped and sweaty from the gym, where he slowly stripped out of his soaked gear and took a lingering shower for his viewers.  It was while toweling off that his eager cock started to twitch, and though Eric normally tried to avoid being hard on stream, he’d impulsively decided to embrace it.  He’d only ever filmed himself hard once before, much to the disappointment of his followers, and there was a part of the chocolate-haired hunk that had enjoyed it so much he was afraid of what would happen if he did it again.  It was one of the reasons he told himself he only intended to go so far, to look but not touch.  Sitting in front of the camera with his thick, solid cock throbbing for people all over the world had been such a surprising turn-on the likes of which Eric had never felt before.  It took the thrill of getting naked with a hookup for the first time, that rush of vulnerability and arrogance, and magnified it exponentially.

So it was no wonder that Eric’s heart raced and his stomach fluttered the first time he filmed himself stroking away.  He was stretched out in bed, trying his best to maintain some semblance of composure as he pumped and bucked his hips.  He’d never jerked off for even a single person before, let alone an online throng thousands strong, but as soon as he felt the warm, sticky fluid spray all over his chin, chest and abs he knew it was going to be a regular occurrence.  The immediate jump in followers and revenue only cemented that decision, but more than the business aspect, Eric loved the idea that so many faceless people had seen him at his most intimate.  The thought that he could be passing someone on the street who’d seen him cum all over himself, and he had no idea, was such a turn-on that it was his go to fantasy for most of his early jerk videos.

As with his gradual exposure, Eric had steadily moved from simple stroking, to humping, to using toys, to even having some of his friends join him as an occasional guest.  He knew the majority of his subscribers were men and that they’d love to see him go all the way with a guy, but the farthest he’d gone so far was some hesitant, mutual stroking.  He’d thought about bringing on a guy to blow him, there were several at the gym alone who’d probably be willing to do it, but that always felt uncomfortably exploitative.  Since he didn’t identify as gay himself, Eric didn’t feel right about either pretending, or using an actual gay guy just to make money.  He knew the guy would probably enjoy it, and enough volunteers made themselves known in the comments that Eric had no doubts about whether the audience would be on board, but if he was going to go that far with another guy then he wanted to be able to fully commit.

And it was looking like a moot point.  As time went on and more and more people started similar accounts, Eric’s star began to fade.  He still had a steady, dedicated base of subscribers, but he’d stopped growing, and even if he brought in a dude to fuck there was nothing remarkable anymore about a pair of conventionally attractive men going at it.  That was a dime a dozen.  Everyone did that.  If he wanted to truly make a lasting name for himself and futureproof his efforts, Eric needed something extra.  He needed to BE something extra.

Which is what brought him to the Lab and the imposing metal pillars in the first place.  Nothing as simple as traditional cosmetic surgery or body modification could give him the edge he needed.  Anyone could get lifted or injected or inked or pierced.  Eric was after something much bigger, and riskier.

“So this is where I get slimed,” he said, more of a statement than a question.

The technician, a thin, awkward looking man a few years older than himself, laughed and shrugged.  “It’s more of a bio-reactive nanite mist.”

“So…expensive slime,” Eric smiled, asking himself for the thousandth time if he was about to make a huge mistake.  His audience had footed the exorbitant bill for the procedure, but the potential costs went far beyond money.

“Sure,” the gangly man nodded.  “Are you ready to get started?”

“Good fuckin’ question,” Eric muttered as he let out a slow breath.

“If you’re nervous, we CAN run the simulation ahead of time so you know what you’re getting yourself into.  That’s the normal operating procedure for something as permanent as this.  Going in blind is actually a…”

“Gotta give the people what they want,” Eric interrupted.  He rubbed his face and gave his stubble-covered cheeks a few light slaps before peeling out of his tank-top.  “Honestly, doesn’t really matter either way.  This algorithm is accurate, right?”

The wiry tech nodded.  “Bulletproof.  It combs through your followers’ analytics and filters the data through predictive equations to determine not just what people want, but what they WILL want before they even know it themselves.  Coupled with a scan of your biological makeup, the nanite mist, or the ‘slime’ if you prefer, will rewrite your body in that image.  And, again, if you want to know what that image is, I can…”

Eric cut him off with a shake of his head.  “I’m committed now, so I’d rather it be a surprise.  And you said it doesn’t hurt?”

The tech’s smile was both sympathetic and exasperated.  “Not at all.  You’ll feel a light tingling, along with some pretty intense vertigo, but the stasis field will make sure you stay upright and don’t move during the procedure.  The whole thing only takes a few minutes.”

The fact that his entire life was potentially going to change in the span of mere minutes was far from comforting for Eric.  “So all I have to do is drop my shorts and stand between the big poles?”  He took another deep breath when the man nodded and stripped bare, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was looking at his athletic frame as it currently stood for the last time.  He truly didn’t want to know what was coming.  If he did he might back out, and if he backed out that left the question of what to do with himself.  Trying to figure out a whole new future seemed a much more daunting task than having to adjust to some changes, so he stepped between the pillars and told himself it would all be worth it in the end as they hummed to life.

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“Whip it out, bro!  Let ‘em see that big boy.  You’re not shy about swinging it around the locker room, so don’t get all bashful on me now.”

The off-camera voice was surprisingly light, with a squeaky edge that stood in sharp contrast to the smooth-skinned stud’s deep rumble that followed.  “Hey man, I don’t want to give it away too quick.  What’s your hurry?” Jordan blushed as he continued flexing.  The young blonde’s sculpted arms were folded behind his head, accentuating the way his broad, built torso tapered, his shredded washboard leading down to the stuffed gray briefs that were stretched to capacity by both his girthy package and meaty thighs.

“Because if it’s in these,” Eric squeaked, stepping into frame and grabbing the waist of Jordan’s briefs, “that means it’s not in these.”  He gave his massive rear a loud slap with his free hand, sending a ripple through the plump globes.  They were easily three times as large as his previously ample, if proportional, rear had been, but it was still a toss-up as to what caught someone’s attention first.

If Eric was clothed and seen from behind, the bouncing pillows were absolutely the center of attention.  They loomed large and heavy as they seemingly defied gravity and spilled out of whatever meager bottoms the brunette had forced himself into.  Compared to the tight waist above and the firm, sturdy thighs below, the supple mounds were far too round, full and soft, as if all the yielding flesh on Eric’s strapping, six-foot frame had been concentrated at his backside.

But if Eric was clothed and seen from the side or the front, it was his looming shelf of a chest that likely caught a person’s eye.  Acting as a counterbalance for his thick bottom, the juicy melons shot out from his torso to an exaggerated degree, largely obscuring Eric’s view of anything south and limiting his arms’ range of motion.  Like with the cresting cakes that had become his ass, the tight taper to his impressive abs only served to enhance the plump pecs, making them look larger than ever as they hung far out into the distance.  However, unlike the yielding cheeks the impossibly prominent pecs were as rock solid as the rest of his chiseled frame, capped off by an appropriately firm set of imposing, nubby nipples that were usually either fully exposed or fully outlined as they strained against whatever top foolishly tried to contain them.

And if someone came across an Eric who was both clothed and speaking, there was a chance that his unique voice would be the first thing to stand out.  The procedure left the lantern-jawed hunk’s handsome, All-American features untouched, which, coupled with his uniquely shaped body, made the high, squeaky voice that came out of it all the more jarring.  The tone wasn’t elevated in a soft and feminine manner, but instead sounded like all of the bass and middle notes had been removed from Eric’s previously smooth tenor.  This left the smoldering stud with a high-pitched, helium chirp, a state that was even more impossible to ignore considering how he used it.  Eric had always been a jock, but he’d never been one to overly pepper his speech with “dudes” and “bros” and other variations that made him sound like a dumb meathead.  Now, that was no longer the case as seemingly every sentence contained at least one “bro”, and the topics of conversation were largely relegated to his own body, another man’s body, and what he wanted to do to both.

It was people who caught Eric in this last state that had the hardest time processing what they say.  Naked, it was entirely possible that the hunk’s short little stump of a cock was the primary point of interest.  Eric’s fat, six-and-a-half inches had been reduced to a meager two, his heavy knockers shrinking down to an appropriately petite pair of marbles to match.  You couldn’t throw a rock on JustForFans without hitting a hung hunk, but a brunette beauty with a button cock and body like Eric’s was truly unique.

As were the things he did with it.  Eric’s juicy new pecs hadn’t simply enlarged but had also become incredibly sensitive, which now let him post jerk off videos where he didn’t even touch his little poker.  He toyed with his chest and nipples instead, squeaking out an endless, moaning stream of lustful “brooooooos” until his untouched cock popped off on its own.  His lightning rod nipples had become so sensitive that another new favorite were the videos where Eric didn’t even try to get off, he simply walked around with a shirt on until the rubbing of the fabric inevitably pushed him over the edge.

He’d been mortified over his reduced endowment at first, but Eric quickly realized how much of a blessing the diminutive dick actually was.  Between his hyper-sensitive body and constant state of aching arousal, the shrunken organ was constantly hard.  It would have been much more difficult to conceal his previous equipment in such a state, but now Eric could go about his business without anyone being the wiser unless he wanted them to know.

And he wanted everyone to know.  More specifically, he wanted every man to know.  As he’d expected, the process left him in a state of constant, aching hunger when it came to other men.  It didn’t matter who they were or what they looked like; as soon as they were near Eric went into overdrive.  But what he hadn’t expected was for his own body to have a similar effect.  The procedure left him emitting a haze of pheromones that made even the straight men around him confusingly attracted.

This proved to be a bonus as it made finding guests to his channel, like the flexing Jordan who he knew from the gym, a breeze.  And it was when he was around others that his body truly shined.  Against an average Adonis like the sculpted, deep-voiced blonde, Eric’s unique traits stood out like beacons.  When he pulled Jordan’s briefs down, the thick, seven inch cock that flopped free dwarfed his tiny acorn, but it was the brunette’s diminished equipment that still pulled focus.  The same went for Jordan’s otherwise enviable pecs and perky bubble, both of which looked small and underdeveloped compared to Eric’s thick curves.  And while the warped jock’s voice may have seemed jarring at first, it was truly spectacular when it rose to a helpless, penetrated wail as he bounced up and down on Jordan’s fat log.  The high, cracking howl matched the passion of the colossal pecs as they slammed up and down, and the way Eric’s stuffed cheeks rippled and clapped while his untouched mushroom sprayed again and again with an apparently endless supply.  As technically impressive as it was, Jordan’s chiseled perfection came across as entirely unremarkable when compared to such a display.

Given the somewhat extreme nature of his transformation, Eric had lost a chunk of followers at first.  There were people amongst his subscribers who preferred a more traditional presentation, but it hadn’t taken long for word to spread and for his numbers to grow beyond anything he could have hoped for.  Even the transition in his personal life had been relatively smooth.  People already knew what he did, and with his enhanced pheromones to grease the wheels none of the guys in his life reacted with anything more than surprise or amused shock.  Most were eager for the chance to jump on such a popular channel, once again providing the traditional meat for those in the audience who were looking for it.  It was the best of both worlds.

And if there was a part of Eric who regretted what he’d become, who hated his fattened ass, pillowy pecs, micro-dick, and helium voice, the horny hunk paid that part no mind.  Just like the algorithm promised, his new body paid the bills and brought him more attention than he knew what to do with.  So what if he had a hard time thinking about much else?  He’d never been the smartest guy around or he probably wouldn’t have been selling his body in the first place, so that wasn’t much of a change.  And Mike had been happy to step up and take over the business side of things for him anyway, which left Eric free to focus on what truly mattered.  Now he could give his audience what they wanted and let other people worry about the rest while he basked in the attention and got fucked by guys like Jordan all day.  What more could he possibly ask for?

“Duuuuuuuuuuuude…” Eric groaned, his head falling back on his broad shoulders as the ripped blonde gave a few final pumps into his oversized bottom.  “Fuck, bro, I love your fuckin’ dick.  So big and thick…full’a that juice right now, dude,” Eric said with a dull laugh as he squirmed on the blonde’s lap.

From the side-view angle of the camera, Jordan’s blushing face was all too evident.  “And I’m covered in yours,” he chuckled, awkwardly pawing at the sticky coating that covered his midsection.  “How does something so small make such a mess,” he asked, reaching down to tweak the nub between thumb and forefinger.

Eric shivered and let out a sigh before reaching up to cup his oversized pecs.  “Got plenty of milk, bro,” he grinned, groping and squeezing until another spurt shot up between them.

Jordan pulled his head back and laughed.  “Hell of a party trick,” he said, folding his hands behind his head again and raising an eyebrow.  “So, uh, you just going to sit there all day?”

Eric looked over his shoulder at the laptop next to the camera, his eyes narrowing as a broad smile spread across his face.  “Sorry bro…looks like they want another round.”