Crack the Code, ch. 1: Weight Lifted (Patreon)

Alex felt like a fool.  He’d spent the day sitting at his desk, staring at the significantly smaller amount in his checking account as opposed to working.  He kept telling himself it was just money, and that if it actually was real it would all be worth it, but there was still a nagging voice in his head insisting that he’d been conned.  On paper it all sounded ridiculous.  A man who could rewrite a person’s place in the world with a computer?  It wasn’t possible.  And even if it was, Alex didn’t know if he was comfortable with what that implied.  The doughy, remarkably average young man followed the rules to a fault.  He always had, yet if what the Codebreaker promised was true, he was potentially about to break the most fundamental rules of all.

He did as he was told and tried to please as many people as he could in the process, even if he wasn’t one of those people himself.  He stayed in his lane and didn’t make waves, and hoped he’d be ignored in most situations.  It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, just that they made him nervous.  Alex spent his adolescence and college days anxiously hoping for the time when he’d finally grow out of his constricting shell and loosen up, but now, at the tail end of his twenties, he was more entrenched than ever.  He had a small circle of friends, and his reflex to follow the rules and do as he was told had landed him a lucrative career in finance; he just couldn’t let go.

Alex clung to his routine like a life-preserver.  Work.  Errands.  Home.  The cycle repeated daily, peppering in an occasional dinner with friends once or twice a week.  The auburn-headed young man was far too self conscious for something like the gym or jogging in public, and he’d never been able to muster the nerve for sports in his youth, so he did the best he could with a few token exercises at home, keeping himself at the pudgy end of the “average” spectrum.  He had a boyishly youthful face, with a dimpled chin and bright blue eyes, but Alex couldn’t even begin to conceive of himself as handsome, not compared to the men he scrolled past on all the apps.  They had ripped abs and giant pecs.  Their arms were shredded and powerful, their glistening teeth and stylish hair equally perfect.  He knew on a logical level that he saw just as many men built like himself, if not more, but they didn’t register the same way the handsome hunks did and he didn’t have the nerve to talk to them, either.  They weren’t taking the scantily clad selfies or posting carefully cropped pics of their granite bubbles.  They didn’t have shirtless gym pics or group shots of stuffed speedos on a beach.  He told himself, despite plentiful evidence to the contrary, that they lacked the easy confidence of their pulchritudinous peers.

It was that confidence Alex truly desired.  He certainly wouldn’t mind the plentiful muscle and statuesque features that were so entwined in his defensive mind, but what he wanted more than anything was the ability to breathe.  He didn’t care so much about lifting weights as having a weight lifted.  After being wound so tight for so many years he’d finally reached the point where he could recognize his anxiety and timid nature as the source of his troubles, but realization alone wasn’t enough to rectify the situation.  To pull himself out of the cavernous rut that was his life would require months, if not years, of therapy and most likely medication, neither of which Alex had the patience for.  Once he recognized how confined he was within the walls he’d put up around himself, he felt crushingly claustrophobic.  Alex was desperate for release, and he needed it as soon as possible.

Which is where his foolish hopes for the Codebreaker came in.  He’d stumbled across the supposed miracle worker online, almost missing the random forum post that had the contact information.  All the original poster said was that the Codebreaker could change someone’s life in an instant, in whatever manner they desired.  Now, on his way to the appointment, Alex wasn’t sure whether he should blame or bless the desperation that made him text the number.

It all happened so fast.  He’d reached out on a whim, expecting nothing, but received a reply almost immediately.  Then, in an uncharacteristically vulnerable exchange, the flustered young man had unburdened himself entirely to the stranger.  He’d poured his anxiety into his frantically typing fingers, describing the easy confidence, perfect body, and laidback life he so desired.  He wanted to be out and proud, hunky and hung, an easy-going Adonis who didn’t have to worry about anything as opposed to the way he currently worried about everything.  Alex had been mortified when he’d sent the message and read it back to himself, but, much to his surprise, the person on the other end said it would be easy to do.  The normally-rational young man knew it sounded too good to be true, and that there had to be strings attached beyond the astronomical price to simply get an appointment even if it was, yet there he was, pulling up to a nondescript office park at the edge of town.  It struck him as too coincidental that the Codebreaker just happened to have an office in his relatively small, midwestern city, especially since Alex had never heard of it before, but the “AB Analytics” sign out front looked weathered and established.

The same could be said for the small lobby, with its nondescript furniture and fluorescent lighting.  It felt like the waiting room at a dentist’s office, not someone who could reshape the world, but if nothing else, the golden-haired hunk sitting behind the reception desk made the trip worthwhile.  Alex tried not to stare, but Bryce was the personification of his desired outcome.  Broad shoulders, lantern jaw, sculpted build; it was enough of a reminder to push the lingering doubts from the young man’s mind.  His resolve was only further reinforced when Austen came out to greet him, the brunette stud looking every bit as striking as his counterpart behind the desk.  Alex felt himself blush as he made friendly small talk with the two strapping beauties, feeling oddly at ease by the time he was led back to the Codebreaker’s office.

He didn’t know what to expect, but an equally strapping, strawberry-blonde stud straining against his polo and khakis certainly wasn’t it.  As he reached across the desk and shook the smiling man’s hand, Alex couldn’t get a read on how old he actually was.  His appearance was that of someone close to his own age, but there was a surprising power to the handsome man’s presence that made him seem ageless.  There was an intimidating aura about him, yet at the same time Alex felt like he could tell the smiling stud anything.  “Thanks for getting back to me so quickly,” the auburn-haired man said as he sat..  The office interior was just as sparse as the lobby, with nothing but an unremarkable metal desk and a pair of cheap chairs.  The only object of note, aside from the striking man behind said desk and his two assistants standing at either side behind him, was the sleek, obsidian-looking PC tower.

“Of course,” the Codebreaker said, flashing a devastating smile as he settled back in his chair.  “Let me start by saying thank you for being honest in our text exchange yesterday.  I’m glad you agreed to meet with me.  I’m sure you have many, many questions.”

Alex nodded, his stomach fluttering at the other man’s deep, commanding voice.  “Just one, really.  Is it…I mean, you have to know how it sounds, but…is it real?”

“Cutting right to the chase, then.  You are in a hurry, aren’t you,” the Codebreaker said, shrugging.  He sat forward and tapped a button on the keyboard, a chill edge hardening his charming smile.  “You tell me.”

Alex gasped and clutched the thin, uncomfortable arms of the chair.  He didn’t know how he could have possibly missed it, but in a flash of awareness he realized the two sculpted studs who’d greeted him were entirely naked.  And they had been the whole time.  Now, when he thought back on it, Alex could clearly remember the naked blonde behind the desk when he’d walked in, and watching the brunette’s impressive cock sway as he’d entered the room.  “What…what just happened?  How are they…how did I not…?”

“Because they were coded to be that way,” The Codebreaker purred, interrupting the other man’s stammering.  “I rewrote their data so that ‘naked’ was the default state, which means no one would find it odd in the least.  It’s only when I put in an exception that a person notices.  I apologize for the disorientation…it’s a difficult thing for the human mind to process at first.”

Alex kept blinking and shaking his head, unable to keep his eyes off the stripped studs.  He knew he was openly ogling them, and that they knew it as well, but he couldn’t look away.  He didn’t want to.  “But…but how is this…” he trailed off and finally forced his eyes away, clinging to what little resolved remained.  “How do I know it’s not just some trick?”

“How do you feel right now?”

“What?”  Alex hadn’t expected that response, just like he didn’t expect his own honest answer.  “Pretty good, I guess.  Great, actually,” he said, realizing for the first time that none of his usual anxieties were present.  His jaw wasn’t clenched, his shoulders weren’t tense; he felt perfectly at ease in a way he rarely experienced.

The Codebreaker nodded.  “No nerves?  You’re not embarrassed or feeling awkward at all given your present state?”

“No, why would…I feel…” Alex trailed off, his eyes going wide when he looked down at his own naked frame.  His sagging chest, plump belly, spindly arms, pale thighs, and rigid, average cock were all entirely on display.  He started to ask what happened, but then he suddenly remembered that he’d blushed in the lobby when his own clothes had vanished, he just hadn’t registered his nudity as out of the ordinary.  As he squirmed his flabby cheeks against the cold plastic Alex kept thinking he should have been mortified at sitting so exposed and aroused.  He’d literally never been naked in front of that many people, let alone total strangers and in public, but his calm demeanor didn’t so much as flinch.  “Oh…oh my god…” he sputtered, feeling like he should try and cover himself but making no move to do so.

“Everyone always wants proof, so I like to get it out of the way early.  It’s understandable at these rates,” the Codebreaker grinned.  “Something close to what you’re currently experiencing is how you’d like to feel all the time, yes?”

Alex nodded, giving a short, surprised laugh as he watched his hand toying absently with his cock in front of everyone.  “But what about my body?  I feel great…I’d like to look it, too.”

The Codebreaker sighed.  “It’s your money.  I think you look fine, personally, but if you truly want to alter your appearance it’s no more difficult than adjusting your attitude.”

Alex groaned when the man behind the desk tapped the keyboard again, his handsome associates turning into exotic strangers.  Instead of a pair of classic, complementary hunks they became a mismatched duo, with Bryce dropping down to a short, blue-haired bulldog who looked about twenty years older, and Austen growing a colossal rear while his cock shrank to a button and his hair turned bright pink.  Alex knew he’d started actively pumping away on himself while he stared back and forth between Bryce’s rigid club of a cock and the pink-haired pretty-boy’s acorn nub, but he literally couldn't stop.  The filter in his brain that told him he couldn’t do something like jerk off in public just because it felt good had been removed entirely, to the point where Alex couldn’t even conceive of the notion.  “Holy fuck they’re hot,” he grunted, his unremarkable chest heaving.  It was an unusual choice of words for the stuffy young man, but Alex barely noticed.

“I understand you’re interested in a more classic look…something closer to where they started…but I wanted to demonstrate how easy it was,” The Codebreaker said, unphased by the other man’s growing whimpers.   “So do we have a deal?  Perfect body, not a care in the world, no more closet?”

Alex responded with a low moan, his cock erupting.  “Yuuhh…yes!  However much it costs…yes…” he panted, his head slowly clearing.  He rubbed his face and gave his cheeks a few light slaps but the contented fog only partially burned away, leaving him humming with a pleasant buzz.

The Codebreaker’s fingers flew across the keyboard, his ambiguously friendly expression never wavering.  Alex knew the very fabric of his life was being rewritten, but as far as the other man appeared he could have been entering data onto a spreadsheet.  “Done.”

The dazed young man looked down at his still-naked frame, confused.  “So what do I do now?  Do my clothes come back or…do I get them somewhere?”

“All you have to do is get up and walk through that door,” the Codebreaker said, giving a quick nod towards the lobby.

“But…I can’t just go out like…” Alex stammered even as he hopped to his feet.

“You won’t,” the seated stud interrupted, a weary tone injecting itself beneath the friendly veneer.  “Trust me.  As soon as you walk out that door everything will fall into place.  It’s been a pleasure.”

Alex took one last look at the exotic pair and the handsome hunk behind the desk before he turned and headed for the door.  He still didn’t feel any of the embarrassment he knew he should at traipsing naked across the office, and for a moment he wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake.  Then he just wondered where he was.  When he’d opened the door from the Codebreaker’s office he’d seen the lobby on the other side, but when he stepped through he found himself standing in a locker room.  He instinctively spun around, discovering that the doorway and the office that should have sat on the other side had been replaced by a wall of lockers, while a pink poser and bright, neon sneakers had, barely, replaced his nudity.  Alex flinched internally at the expectant embarrassment, but the feeling never came.  As he looked down at his doughy frame in the revealing garment all he did was grin and make his way out onto the floor.

Even when he saw his buff, built new peers, all of whom were significantly more clothed, that eager grin never faded.  Alex heard himself cheerfully returning their greetings, his hands feeling small against the calloused mitts when he received a series of aggressive high-fives, the whole time wondering how he knew them.  He’d never met any of them before, he still didn’t even know where he was, but he somehow knew names and histories and had hazy memories of previous conversations.

Alex kept waiting for that haze to clear as he sauntered over to a bench and began loading up a bar to work on his chest.  The blurry, addled sensation didn’t budge, and in fact seemed to grow stronger with each plate he added.  As he stretched out on his back, Alex knew there was no way he’d ever be able to so much as budge the bar, but his body was on autopilot.  He braced himself for the worst when his hands wrapped around the cold metal, though, much to his surprise, the bar lifted free seemingly without effort.  The stunned young man easily pumped his way through a set, his jaw dropping when he sat back up and saw his reflection in the mirrored wall.

His chest was massive.  The previously sagging lumps had ballooned into chiseled, granite slabs, with the excess muscle beginning a slow creep in every direction.  His bony shoulders and spindly upper arms had inflated as well, and the faint outline of abs was visible where his paunchy belly should have been.  Though his body was now drastically misproportioned, no one else seemed to notice, a state that remained as Alex began growing the rest of his statuesque proportions to match.  He went to the free weights next, marveling as he watched his arms grow larger and larger with each curl, his shoulders becoming broad cannonballs with each overhead press.

After only a handful of exercises Alex’s upper body had blossomed into the chiseled, athletic proportions he’d longed for.  Plump, juicy pecs.  Shredded, piston arms.  A tight, tapering washboard.  Broad, powerful shoulders.  Even his face had changed, losing its boyish softness and gaining a hard, lantern-jawed edge.  He wasn’t cute or charming anymore; he was gorgeous.

He was also considerably topheavy.  Alex laughed as he looked at the soft, spindly chicken legs supporting the perfection that was his upper body and headed over to the squat rack, feeling like he was forgetting something important.  The meeting with the Codebreaker had already become as hazy and distant as the rest of his memories, though it was at least still present, unlike the majority of his inhibitions.  As he went through a series of squats, leg presses and calf raises, Alex felt nothing but joy at the way his expansive rear swallowed the back of the poser, leaving it entirely exposed.  The same went for the thick banana and pair of oranges that were thrust forward by his widened thighs, the now-girthy package threatening to spill free from its pink confines at any moment.  Like the rest of him, the previously subpar organ had steadily lengthened and thickened with each rep until it settled at a size that was significantly larger while soft than Alex had ever been at full mast.  The warm, humid air wafted against the exposed sides of his churning balls, and the wide base of his fattened cock was almost visible, but Alex didn’t give it a second thought.

The feeling was incredible.  As he looked around the bustling gym and caught the numerous men openly checking him out while he did the same, Alex no longer even registered the discrepancy in their outfits.  The fact that a bare chest was the most any of the others showed while he was practically naked didn’t strike him as odd in the least.  When the men would give his now-ample rear a rough swat as he passed, and when he would eagerly return the gesture, Alex dimly recalled a time when he wouldn’t even have thought about engaging in such behavior, but now that seemed foolish.

Everyone was just having a good time.  They all enjoyed looking at him as much as he enjoyed looking at them.  Short and stout, lean and shredded, brawny, heavy, sculpted, hairy, smooth, young, old, bald; none of it mattered.  As far as Alex was concerned they were all perfect, and there was nothing wrong with touching if they wanted to.  It felt good, which made him happy, and if he made them feel good, he made them happy.  Why would he ever worry about that?  Why would he ever worry about anything?

“You are on FIRE out here today, Lex.  Damn.”

Alex was pulled from his revery by a pair of rough hands on his tight waist.  He turned at the now-familiar voice and saw Frank grinning at him, the sight of the older man’s smooth, shiny scalp and rugged, pug face sending a pleasant thrill through him.  He reached out and ran his hands through the damp, salt-and-pepper fur on the stocky man’s bare slab of a chest, giving the firm mounds a squeeze before folding his arms behind his head to show off the rivers of defintion.  “Thanks, bud,” he grinned, flexing his abs against the hands that lingered at his waist.  “Feel kinda out of it, though.  Like I’m forgetting something?”

Frank’s loud laugh raised a red flag in Alex’s head, but it was too far away to notice for long.  “What else is new?  I’d be more worried if you didn’t.”

Alex smiled and nodded back even though he felt like he shouldn’t.  For some reason he kept remembering the phrase “not a care in the world”, which seemed accurate; he just couldn’t put his finger on why that felt wrong.  Instead of trying, he looked Frank’s broad, bulky body up and down, his eyes lingering on the older man’s thin cotton gym shorts.  “You still workin’ out or can I lick this guy clean,” he asked out of nowhere, reaching down to squeeze the front of Frank’s shorts.

The bald bull laughed and pressed his heavy package into Alex’s hand.  “Just finished.   But I was actually hoping you’d let me go for a ride on the big guy,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the straining waist of the poser and tugging it down to let the young Adonis’s cock flop free.

There was a brief moment of clarity as Alex felt his exposed organ begin to harden, where he knew without a shred of doubt that he shouldn’t be groping another man or fully exposing himself in public.  He knew something hadn’t gone as planned with the Codebreaker, and that the new memories he had of himself dancing and stripping on stage, and sauntering around barely clothed in public, weren’t at all what he pictured when he thought about simply “loosening up.”  Like Bryce and Austen, Alex had clearly been recoded so that his appearance and behavior were accepted as normal, with an area of effect that extended beyond the confines of his own strapping new frame, as was evidenced by no one giving Frank’s plump, hairy rear a second glance when the older man’s shorts were tugged down.  “Of course, daddy,” Alex purred, giving the furry globes a rough squeeze.

The older man grinned, seemingly as unbothered by his exposure as everyone else.  “Thanks, stud.  But let’s at least go in the locker room.  I don’t love an audience as much as you.”

“Don’t know why not,” Alex sighed, his rigid club pointing the way as he pulled Frank along by his own solid, shorter cock.  The other man blushed as he waddled along behind with his shorts around his thighs but made no move to stop or cover himself as they passed through the crowd.  “So how do you want it,” Alex asked when they reached the lockers, stopping in front of the one that he somehow knew belonged to the older man.  He caught the bottle of lube Frank tossed his way and began slicking himself up, suddenly remembering a time when he wouldn’t even change in a locker room, let alone publicly fuck someone in one.  Alex shook his head at the thought and grinned again, feeling foolish for ever thinking that such a memory could have belonged to him.  After all, he felt perfectly at home as he lubed a pair of fingers and slipped them inside the older man, and if anything, the knowledge that a small crowd had gathered to watch only turned him on even more.

“Give it to me hard,” Frank grunted, leaning forward to brace himself against the lockers.  He writhed against the younger man’s invading digits, his forehead pressed into the cool metal, before letting out a loud groan when Alex’s fat cock slipped inside.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeessssss,” he hissed, his broad back arching.  “How do you….feel so…good…”

“Just lucky,” Alex shrugged, slowly working himself into a steady rhythm.

“Think we’re the…lucky ones…” Frank sputtered as he squirmed.  “I’m glad Denise is okay with me doin’ this.  She tried the strap-ons a few times but it always made her feel too awkward, so she doesn’t mind if you and me blow off some steam.”

Alex just grinned, not at all surprised that he’d forgotten about Frank’s status as a straight, married man.  Details like that didn’t matter to him, and even if they did he’d have a hard time keeping track with the number of men in the older man’s position.  Gay or straight, it didn’t matter when Alex was around.  There weren’t any closets in the Auburn-haired hunk’s world, though his tiny apartment was the size of one, so whether someone was curious or just horny, he was happy to help.

That last thought nearly interrupted his piston-like hammering.  For a moment Alex pictured himself in a spacious, luxurious condo, but then realized he must have confused it with the home of one of his sugar daddies.  He had them all over the city, and though he frequently hopped between their impressive houses, his own little hovel was far from spectacular.  But that suited Alex just fine.  He didn’t have much, he barely even had any clothes, and he didn’t need much.  More things only meant more things to worry about, which the sculpted stud had zero interest in.

All he cared about was exactly what he was doing at the moment.  His body and mind were free of extraneous trappings, he felt great, and he was making someone else feel great.  When he was done with Frank, Alex would clean himself up and head over a few blocks to the bar, where he’d spend the rest of the night dancing and having fun with all his friends.  And though he might not know where he’d wake up, or with whom, Alex didn’t mind.  Every day was a new adventure, just the way he liked it.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Frank’s pained whimpers caught Alex’s addled attention and pulled the stunning hunk’s limited focus back to the present moment.  He gave one last thrust and pushed the older man over the edge, a wave of whole-body satisfaction washing over him at the way the burly bulldog spasmed and sprayed.

“We’re not done yet,” he grinned, rolling his hips into Frank’s rippling cheeks.