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[goldenherc9]

A Birthday Surprise: Transforming the Transformer

@transforming-transformer happy birthday hope it been a good one for you! Keep up the great work!

It was supposed to be just another morning. Another day spent scrolling through his favorite transformation blogs, maybe queuing up a few more posts for his own Tumblr: transforming-transformer. His blog was infamous—an archive of wild, reality-warping fantasies. Muscle growth, sexuality flips, race changes, total personality overhauls. For years, he’d curated the wildest transformations the internet had to offer.

But offline, he was just an average guy. Lean, fit, but nothing extreme. More dreamer than doer.

Until today.

A knock broke his focus. Curious, he headed to the door, finding nobody there—but instead, a sleek black box with a bright red ribbon. No tag. No note.

Inside, he found a black snapback stitched with a silver lightning bolt, along with tight gym gear—compression shirt, shorts, socks—all perfectly folded.

He chuckled nervously. This felt like something out of one of the posts he loved. Almost too perfect.

Why not try it?

He pulled the compression shirt over his torso. Tight. Too tight. The gym shorts clung to his legs snugly, and the socks felt oddly electric. Last, he grabbed the snapback and adjusted it backward onto his head.

The instant it clicked—everything exploded.

A jolt of heat roared through him, like liquid fire in his veins. Muscles clenched, skin flushed. His heart hammered.

His legs bulked up first, quads swelling outward, calves thickening as veins pushed to the surface. His thighs pulsed, shorts barely containing their sudden mass.

His core rippled, abs tightening into sharp ridges, while his chest surged outward—pecs inflating fast, stretching the compression shirt to its limit. His arms thickened like balloons, biceps forming peaks, triceps rounding out beneath. Shoulders expanded, cannonball-like. His back flared, wide and powerful.

Every inch of him transformed into thick, carved muscle.

But as the changes consumed his body, something deeper shifted.

Memories blurred. He felt old thoughts slipping away, facts and names evaporating. In their place came something heavier, simpler. Confidence. Ease. No stress. No overthinking.

One thought floated clearly to the surface:

Chad.

Yeah. That was his name. Had always been.

He grinned wide, jaw sharp, posture tall, traps and pecs twitching involuntarily. Of course he was Chad—the school dropout turned full-time gym rat, always flexing, always showing off. College? Nah, that wasn’t him. Books never made sense. But pumping iron? Chugging shakes? Flashing his biceps at the mirror? That’s what he lived for.

Any past life? Faded, irrelevant.

Still grinning, he glanced down at his phone buzzing on the counter. His eyes lit up, instinctively opening up Tumblr. transforming-transformer still existed, but whatever it used to be… didn’t matter now. It was his personal flex gallery. Just a place to dump pics of himself, nothing fancy.

Without thinking, he flipped the camera, snapped a mirror shot—massive pecs bouncing, arms pumped, grin cocky under the snapback.

He uploaded it, tagging it:

#BirthdayGains #MuscleGodVibes #ChadLife

The notes instantly exploded, followers eating it up. He barely skimmed them. Reading too much wasn’t really his thing now. He was here to show off, not overthink.

Another buzz. A DM from an anonymous account.

“Happy Birthday, Chad. You’ve always been this version of yourself. Keep flexing.”

He smirked, phone slipping into his gym bag.

Why dwell on details? He had chest day waiting, and a body begging to be admired.

This was him. This was always him.

And damn, he loved it.

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