Dumb Ape Type

Ivan opened his phone to a new message from his contact. "Send a pic dumb ape". Without another thought Ivan rose from his work desk, heading to the nearby bathroom. He'd been talking with a sexy muscle stud for the past several months, obsessing over him hoping they'd meet up eventually. They hit it off aside for one issue: Ivan wasn't his type.

Ivan had been desperate to prove himself, saying he'd do anything. In the end he agreed to be sent some off-market protein powder to have with his workouts, 'Ape Up'. Ivan began diligently taking it daily, hoping he'd end up as the type his contact was looking for.

Ivan wasn't sure if it was his obsession, but started to notice he was having trouble focusing on his work. He'd find himself distracted thinking about the sexy stud he was doing this for, vacantly staring at his screen while he daydreamed. It felt less like he didn't want to do the work, but more that he couldn't. He'd sit down ready to do his job, only to forget what he was going to do next.

He felt better in the gym working out, sweating. It felt easy to let his mind rest and let his body take over, just doing simple repetitive tasks over and over. It was easy doing whatever his crush asked, eating whenever he was told to, working out whatever he was told to. It was better not to think or worry about that kind of stuff, just follow orders.

Ivan made it to the bathroom, lifting his shirt above his head. His dull eyes looked over his body. Two meaty pecs jutted out from his chest, bordered by heavy muscled limbs that outlined his definition. Dark lines of hair grappled over his entire front. Curls fell from under his sleeves and down his arms all the way to his wrists. The hair wrapped his definition tightly, giving the effect of water currents running over his skin. They formed a river in the center of his torso, the strands all leading into his treasure trail that flowed down his body.

He was almost certain his body didn't look this way before, that he'd been affected by the supplement, but at this point he didn't care. He flexed his arm, snapping the picture. He didn't know what type his crush was looking for, but was happy being a dumb ape and doing whatever he was told.