The App #MARTIN - 24 going on 40

Martin was pretty proud of himself. Looking over the broken taps at his reflection in the cracked gym mirror. He was 5ft 5, 24 years old, hairless and a bit underweight, but with more gym time he thought could still turn that around.  He’d always been the runt of his family and friends; and they’d picked on him for as long as he could remember. Deep down he knew he’d have to work for the rest of his life to beef up and look more like the thugs he admired. You know the type, massive scally thugs that you crossed the road to avoid, huge muscles, gold chains and a big dog hanging off their arm. It was dream he was determined to reach by any means. Puffing up his chest, he pulled on his shirt and flexed one last time as he took a few last pics for tinder and facebook. He dipped low, grabbed his gym bag from the dirty floor and turned towards the door. He was just about to pocket his phone when at the last second, an app popped up catching his eye. It made his whole screen bright red and he couldn’t seem to close it. He stood still in the empty locker room furiously tapping the screen until a small box and white writing faded into view.

MARTIN 24

ONE WISH TO CHANGE YOUR WHOLE LIFE?

It was quickly followed by a small, white text box he could fill in. “A-anything?! Nah mate this has gotta be a laugh…it just got my name n’age off my phone…but-” he wanted to dismiss it, but part of him felt compelled to enter something. “And…why not the truth?” He hesitated, feeling a bit silly writing his deepest desires into a random app, but a steely determination to obtain his goals overtook him, lowering his bag to use both hands to type. “I wanna be a proper big man, the real alpha” he hit enter and grinned. It was ridiculous but for some reason he kept the phone in his hand, almost expecting something to happen. He only managed one step before he felt an odd pressure building inside him. On his second step his body lurched “BURRAAAPPPPPPP” as a loud belch erruped uncontrollably from his mouth. Suddenly his whole body tensed, his hands shaking as he dropped his gym bag and phone. Both slapping on the tiled floor as he tried to hold his stomach. It ached like hell and he staggered back to the sink, grabbing it for support. “W-what the-f-f@#k!” he shouted as he felt his stomach pushing against sink in front of him, forcing him back. He looked up in the mirror in shock as he watched his face fill with fat and morph with chunky cheeks and wide jaw. A thick black beard began to itch its way through and hair line pulled back slightly as the rest of it cropped into a tight cut.

His white designer T was next, quickly becoming a thin work shirt and changing dark blue before it split into two layers. The top layer became thin and papery before flashing into a high vis vest that Martin could quickly feel hugging around his shoulders, making him feel hot and sweaty under his arms. He finally burped a final time as the pain in his gut subsided and his whole body seemed to tighten. Martin was left shaking, shifting left to right inside his newly enlarged body. He clicked his thicker neck and flexed his arms. He felt warm, and glanced down in the mirror. His shirt was was iorn tight over his belly creating a perfect ball. He tugged it gently only for it to fly up to his pecs, the fabric looking for anyway to relax itself from being stretched. It revealed that his beard wasn’t the only thing that had gotten hairy. Martin pulled it up further, showing more thick hair had spread up his round belly to meet his large meaty pecs. He held it up with one thumb, starting to admire what he saw.

Sure he wasn’t a fan of the fat as much, but he was in a gym. He could ditch the hair cut and high vis jacket, loose a few pounds too but at least he still looked like himself. Martin was just getting used to the idea of how he looked when he felt a pressure build in his ass crack.  “Fpppppppppprrrrrrppp” A long echoing fart sounded out as his ass too pushed outwards slightly, forcing his jeans down to accommodate his new packing. Forever forcing him to have a builders crack above any trousers he’d wear. Martin waved his hand infront of his face “F@#K, that’s rank ma-WOAH” His voice caught him off guard, it was deeper, a lot deeper…and also, didn’t really sound like him anymore. Which worried him even more. Right then the door to the mens room swung open and a gym staff member walked in with a clipboard. “Oh Derek, there you are, you done the taps and stuff yet? We’re closing soon and we aren’t paying the builders firm anything until all the works done” Derek? Did he mean someone else? Martin looked over his shoulder before he felt a sudden urge wave over him and mouth moved on its own. His head snapping back to face the staff member “Course boss, just doing it now was just taking a shit, sure you can smell init” He reached back and scratched his ass, almost proud. ‘What the actual f@#k am I doing?!’ Martin screamed in his head as the man looked disgusted by the builder in front of him. “I didn’t need to know that…jus-just make sure the taps are fixed and you can go.” Before he could try to fight back his body moved onto his knees and reached for his gym bag. Or it was, now it was a metal box with a handle. He opened the lid and began to grab tools “Yeah Boss no problem” he bellowed as the man left and he began to fix the broken taps by the mirror. Martin seemed powerless to fight it. His huge new found mass working against him as he was forced for over an hour to work up a sweat replacing the pipes and taps along a whole set of sinks. He finally managed to stand and admire his handy work. He snorted and patted his rounded gut. “Nice f@#king job man” still not in control, he grabbed his tool box and phone, before leaving for home without a moments hesitation. Once outside he began to walk before finally he managed to regain some control and grabbed his phone from the Toll Box. His meaty fingers felt even harder to use than before, but as he went to try and call a mate for help he was only met with the red screen

DEREK 28

“Wait? The shit is this? That’s not my f@#king name! I’m fucking 24!” He was still smashing his phone screen, holding the off button and trying to close the damned app, when his nose caught a the sniff of something he craved. His eyed darted up to a burger van always parked by the end of his road. It was always there, but honestly he’d never used it before. “Awe yeah fam, get me some grub after work” His mind and body took over again as he pocketed the phone and marched for the fast food van.

20 minutes later, after chatting to the guy that worked there like he’d been coming every day for years and 15 quid of his hard earned cash later, he was finally nearly home. But even so, his new body couldn’t wait. He began to gorge on the huge double cheese burger and chips, two cokes and chicken wrap he’d bought. By the time he actually reached the door it was like he was fighting for breath. He fumbled in his alien tool box for the key with one hand while the other seemed intent on lazily forcing in the last few chips in the bag. His beard dripping with fat, his eyes tired and dreary. “W-what the hell-BURRRRRP-is going on-HIC-” he finally managed say between bites as he opened the front door to his flat. He just managed to close the door when the familiar feeling returned. He covered his mouth, dropping the food wrappers and empty coke cups. He managed to hold in burp number one as he fumbled for his phone. His cheeks puffed as he held in the second. His stomach ached, more than ever, bubbling with the fat and meat he’d just force fed himself. Just as he brought the red screen into view, his hands lost their battle, dropping it to the floor. “BUUUUUUUAAAAAHHUUUUUUUPPP-F@#K!” he shouted as his shirt began to tighten even further as he expanded underneath. He felt it physically rumble, his biceps twitched and inflated, even his balls hurt! He cried out reaching around his new mass to find the growing budge. He undid his belt, releasing the pressure from both his growing balls and food stuffed beer gut. He turned and made for the bathroom for better look. Just as he arrived his ass seemed to catch up as his trousers tore down the inside of one leg. He looked at the mirror seeing his gut for the first time.

He looked up in horror. Not just was his beard was shorter and more stubble like, but it had flecks of white, his hair had receded further, removing his cubbish looks and giving him an all more bearish appearance. His arms filled his clothes and is neck pressed against his shoulders. He looked like a thug alright. “I-I’m just huge init, propa big fella” he slapped his gut. Half in control and half not, he lifted an arm, revealing a thick yellow sweat stain and sniffed. “An-I stink like a propa big fella too, I need a shower-b-but-“ he went to reach for the shower tap but his body fought back. “Na mate, real alpha gotta be known when he enters a room” and as if to spite him his other arm held his head into his other pit. He took a deep sniff. He almost licked the long black hairs before he pulled back. “Y-Yeah, gotta-gotta make an effort for the lads on site” and turned back his flat. He groggily walked and saw his phone, still red screened and on the floor.  “Betta get that mate”

He struggled for more than four attempts to reach down to the floor around his gut. His balls pressed into the underside and his thighs got in the way as he squatted. Eventually his thicker calloused fingers grabbed the slick phone and he almost fell the last few feet to the sofa, he yawned, the whole ordeal suddenly taking its tole. He only managed to glance at the screen as his eyes seemed to close themselves. “Night-BURRRRP-lil’man”

DEREK 34

He woke up at 5am sharp. He didn’t need an alarm. “F@#k!-that was a GUD sleep geezer” Stretching out as best his mass would allow he got a good wiff of himself, his musk only developing further as he’d slept. “God DAMN!” He tried to clamp his arms down and contain the stench but it made zero difference. “Get used to’it you ain’t gonna be seeing anyone ‘cept the lads at the yard” Martin wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or not, he felt heavy. More so than last night. He reached for his phone. The screen was now green. He woke up slightly and tried to sit up, only to find his gut made that almost impossible. He brought the phone closer “Looks like it’s done init”

DEREK 40

His eyes widened as he clicked it for more information, but it just closed, revealing his old phone screen again. Only, it wasn’t HIS phone screen. It had apps for work yards and tool sites. His porn and games were gone. Worse, his background was a picture of a building site he somehow knew he worked at with a hard hat on the ground. The hat had DAREK / FOREMAN on it, but someone had written BIG MAN ON SITE! With thick marker above it and a cartoonishly large cock that went around the rim. Shocked into action he forced himself up, the sofa groaned as he peeled his sweat soaked shirt away from the leather. “I need to see!” he shouted as he walked for the bathroom but his body turned and reched for his tool box on the floor. “Need to get ready for work mate” he reached in and pulled out a huge, fithy high vis work suit. Unable to fight back Derek struggled for some time to get his tore clothes off and pull on the worksite clothes. He left his tight white boxers on, but other than that he wore nothing under it as he finally yanked the dirty jacket on top. His gut was just massive now and made every action harder, sweat was already rolling down it as he stood up straight at last. Rather than do his trousers or jacket up, he walked to the sofa, heavy footed and belching the whole way. Then Derek took the phone and positioned it to take a photo from the sofa. Grabbing his chunky cock and balls through the tight boxers as it flashed.

Seeing the photo Martin finally snapped, “I’m f@#king bald bruv?! And I don’t wanna work on a f@#king building site-I-“ suddenly his mouth stopped moving and he slowly rubbed his bald head. “Naw cuz, I’m the alpha now! Got a site to run plus!” he took the phone and went to tinder. The only app that remained. Only now Derek was a 40 year old bear, into group, leather, scally, daddy and NSA. He uploaded the new picture, ignoring the 30 or messages to meet up for a fuck and started to walk to the door. Finally zipping up the filthy suit was all he had to do to get dressed now and he’d never take it off again. “Off ta’work mate. Got a long day and wanna see about getting a big f@#k off bull dog ya know, an’ a big truck, yea-” Darek said with a deep growl as slapped his gut and took a long sniff of his pit. He opened the door to the 5am cold and stepped out to his new life. “Got my wish init, just like I f@#kin’ wanted cuz”