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Getting Into Character

Mikey stared contemplatively out of the bus window. He had moved to California to pursue his dream of acting, but what he found was not all he had dreamed of while back in his hometown.

It felt like this was his hundredth audition. He kept telling himself that all he needed was his foot in the door, but that was much easier to say than to do. His eyes glanced down to his phone, its cracked screen displaying the listing for the audition he would be due at in 15 minutes

Role: Hendrik-Weightlifter

We are looking for a young, physically able man to play the role of a weightlifter in our up and coming film. Must be comfortable in costume and work well with others, as this is a large period piece. Send an email to ***@********.com to apply

Mikey slouched back into his previous position giving a short sigh that fogged up the bus window.

He would never get the role.

It wasn't that he was weak or anything, but could he really sell himself to be a weightlifter? Still, he had to try. This could be his breakthrough to greater things. Soon Mikey was so lost in his thoughts he almost missed the stop.

The air conditioned waiting room was a soothing relief from the LA summer sun. Strange, Mikey thought. he was the only one there, save a middle aged woman sitting behind a desk, eyes focused on her computer. As Mikey made his way over to her, her eyes flashed towards him and she put on a polite smile.

'Am i in the right place for auditions fo.."

“Yes hun” she replied, cutting him off. Her voice was hard to place, maybe southern? Mikey didn't have an ear for accents

“You're Michael Harknet yes?”

“yeah thats me” He replied, smiling awkwardly

“Good, good,” the woman typed something into her computer.

“Now hun, just go sit down over there." she pointed to a row of chairs at the side of the room, next to a water cooler "aaaand, take this.” She opened a draw and picked out a small see-through packet of brown powder.

“The director told me to give this to you, its a protein powder thought you should try before your audition begins”

Mike paused. He had never had anything he needed to drink for audition before. Yet, he thought, by the looks of it the had already a pretty good chance of getting the role, and putting that into jeopardy could mean returning home empty handed. He decided against declining

He thanked the woman and took the baggie. It was small enough to fit inside his palm, clearly only having enough powder for one glass. He got some water from the cooler and poured the powder in watching as it quickly dissolved into the liquid, turning it a muddy brown colour. Mikey looked down now, suddenly wary of the substance. You need this role, a voice whispered in his brain. Its all you ever wanted.

Mikey took a deep breath and chugged the whole glass, leaving a dark smudge on his upper lip.

The grainy taste of protein powder chocolate lingered in his mouth, making Mikey feel a bit queasy, and his upper lip was beginning to get itchy. It was all his nerves, He need to calm down. He stood up from his seat and strode over to the desk. The receptionist already knew what he was going to ask

“Restroom's Just over there, down the hall to your left, hun” she gave another smile

He thanked her and made his way over.

I just need a splash of water to wake me up, he told himself. this is all just nerves. However, when he saw himself in the mirror, that was all forgotten

Since when did he have a mustache, especially a big bristly one like that? Hadn't he just shaved this morning? He reached up to it, feeling to see if the scratchy thick hairs were really there. With a sharp tug, he pulled one out, sharp pain piercing across his face. Yep, he was definitely not dreaming.

Weird to say, Mikey thought he looked good with it. He grinned at himself, admiring his mature look, all the while more hair was gradually growing out of his chin, forming a scratchy 5 o'clock shadow.

As he admired his mature face, the rest of his body was changing. His thighs and calves grew thicker powerful muscle breaking through his pants. His feet were also rapidly growing, widening so much they too his clothes, leaving the casual sport shoes he had worn in tatters His pants entirely fell apart when Mikey's unremarkable ass filled outwards, turning it into a bouncy, hairy muscle butt that broke through the stretchy fabric of his underpants.

Finally hearing the ripping of his undies, Mikey looked away from his face to notice what was happening to his body. He could feel the mounting pressure as his chest expanded outwards, squishy pecs sending the buttons of his dress shirt flying. The Adonis in the mirrors smirked playfully flexing his fat muscle tits. Mikey grinned as he felt his arms fill out, biceps becoming two huge chunks of muscle.

The sight of his body metamorphosing into a cocky muscled hunk was turning Mikey on. His average cock began to stiffen, growing only harder as hands explored the new crevasses and bulges across Mikey's new body. They drifted down from his biceps, feeling the smooth softness and squish of his pecs before a curious flex made them into granite boulders. They traced through his new abs, before moving down to cup his bouncy, perfect bubble butt. A finger involuntarily crept into his tight pink hole, sending a torrent of pressure across his body.

Soon he was sitting in the corner, all other thoughts inconsequential but the feeling of his hands exploring his new body, of his hands massaging his prostate and grapefruit sized balls, of his hands running along his firm, warm, dripping wet cock. Muscle memory took over and he was soon stroking it. With each tug and push it grew longer and longer. Mikey soon had both of his hands working up and down his fat pink python of a cock. With each pump, an itchiness spread across his bod, as hair growing wildly across him. His facial structure rearranged, jaw sharpening as the octave of his moans became a deeper and deeper. These moans soon reached a crescendo, the feeling of release leaving him overwhealmed as his monster cock sprayed hot, runny seed across his chest, onto his face and even upon the wall behind him. Mikey grinned cockily, admiring his work before standing up to begin cleaning himself up. Looking back in the mirror, he saw it now: he was perfect for the role.

Musk wafted from his exposed armpits. This was the smell of a real man, he thought. This was the smell that Hendrik would give off after a long day of training, and it was time to get into character. Memories of acting flooded into his brain, of starting in porn before finally making it into the big leagues in his Thirties. His accent changed as well, becoming nothing but true blue American. The new Mike pushed open the bathroom door, confidently striding in nothing by a tight pair of spandex undies. Hendrik never covered himself, he had been told, choosing to display his perfect body to the world. He walked back up to reception, seeing a tall man in a suit that could now recognize as the director standing next to the desk. The director looked Mikey down and up, admiring his work.

“Shooting begins Monday” was all he said to the sweaty muscled beast before him, before walking briskly away.

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