It’s just temporary (Patreon)

“What have you done to me?” I shouted and ran to the bathroom. “Wait, let me explain!” Tyler shouted, running after me. I was completely unrecognizable. I had put on perhaps 30, 35 pounds of muscle, was covered in tats, and had an overall beefy jock dumbass look. Last thing I could remember was asking Tyler if I really needed to be tied down for his experiment. “What the FUCK have you done to me?” Even the voice sounded different. Louder, deeper, and somehow dumber. Tyler would just run some tests for his PhD thesis. How long had I been out? This must have taken weeks.

“We jocked you up. It worked even better than expected.”
“The fuck does that mean? I didn’t expected any of this.”
I was aware I was shouting, and also that I had nothing to gain from shouting, but it felt appropriate. I hadn’t agreed to this. They had ruined my looks, somehow. Gone was the thoughtful bio-chemistry student working on his masters, and in his place this thud that only looked to master squats and jäger bombs.
“It’s the reverse that didn’t go as planned. We started it and nothing happened.”
I was struggling to follow, made worse by repeatedly getting surprised that the beefcake in the mirror moved exactly like me. It probably didn’t help that I was angry.
“Well, make them happen then!”
“We know what the issue is. We didn’t expect all the host DNA to be consumed, so the reverse agent had nothing to revert to. We just need to prepare a full batch of forward transformer. Replicating the DNA and growing a batch takes a while though.”
I didn’t get almost any of that, save for the last few words. I stared at the chest in the mirror as I alternated between bouncing the left and the right man boob. Angry still, for sure, but also intrigued.
“So how long am I stuck like this?”

There was an ever so slight hesitation from Tyler.
“The sequencing and production takes about 10 days from when we have a clean and prepared DNA sample.”
I flexed my arm for the mirror, and felt an unexpected a tingle of pleasure. Perhaps I look like a moron, and certainly sound like one, but a sexy moron. I was somehow warming to the idea of spending a few days as a piece of meat. Next exams were months away.
“So that’s like a week, right?”
“Yeah, so about that. We… As I said the host DNA was overwritten. And, you know. It looks like we didn’t take a proper DNA sample before… the thing…”
This was getting really boring, and I was getting restless. I might have calmed down a bit, but the testosterone was still burning in my muscles. I was pumped full with energy, desperate to use it in any way. I flexed more muscles, and again a wave of pleasure rippled through me. 
“I can give you a DNA sample any time you want, Tyler. Just tell me where to stick it.”
I did a mental double take, kind of surprising myself with the raunchy suggestion I just did. Apparently I have an overabundance of other hormones as well. I see my new dick is larger than my old one ever was, and growing stiffer.
“It’s not your old DNA, exactly. It’s a composite.”
“The fucking what?”
I really have a hard time concentrating on him. Would it be totally inappropriate to start stroking my dick in front of him?
“I… We thought… Look, I’m really, really sorry. We should have started with something safer… We… Fuck it! We combined the worst jock clichés we could think of into the ultimate muscle jock. That’s who you are.”
“That’s fucking dope! I am ULTIMATE!”

I wasn’t really paying attention to him at all anymore, but whatever emotions Tyler was going through he appeared to be getting over them. His whole demeanor changed.
“Yes, it is dope. You fucking love it, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“But you are feeling both tired in the head and full of energy at the same time.”
“Yeah, bro. How did you know?”
“Then I know just what to do. Let me call Rob or Hank and ask if you can join the football practice. You up for that?”
At any other time, this would be out of the question, but for some reason it felt like just the right thing to do. You need to go with your instincts.
“Always, bro!”
“Stay here then, and I’ll find some clothes for you. Might take a while.”

He had almost left he bathroom when he turned around.
“Oh, and one more thing. You have a toothbrush or something with fresh DNA on?”
“Sorry bro. I use mouth wash and disposable floss.”