Chris woke to the sound of his alarm at 6:15. He immediately chugged a healthy serving of pink water to stabilize his spinning, spiraling vision, then breathed a sigh of relief, thankful the headache he experienced the previous night had been left behind. He hopped out of bed and hit the bathroom for his morning routine. He washed off his face mask, applied his daily cleaner and moisturizer, brushed his teeth, combed his chin-length hair (while admiring his new studs), and checked his purple nail polish. He searched for his mouth spray only to remember it had run out. He reminded himself to bring it up to Doctor Sapphire when she came to check up on him today. He didn’t even bother going through the motions of shaving his face.

Returning back to his bedroom, Chris took a few minutes to ensure the room was tidy before throwing on the shorts and t-shirt he had worn the previous day. He scraped a few popcorn kernels from his clothing and found it had a little residual BO stink. He slipped on his shoes only to find they were quite a bit...roomier than he remembered. The diminished girth of his legs made the problem appear worse, and his tennis shoes looked like they were a few sizes too big. He didn’t have anything else, so he made his way to the kitchen, breathing in a huge cloud of perfumed air while doing so. As he had been all week, he let the vapor rest in the back of his throat just as Doctor Sapphire recommended.

As his feet hit the ground floor, the front door opened and Miss Valentine’s stoic face greeted him.

“Good morning, Mr. Evans.” She offered plainly.

“Good morning, Miss Valentine.” Chris answered in his high pitch.

He couldn’t seem to control his pitch any longer, and all hints of masculine depth were seemingly gone. If he tried to lower his voice, it simply sounded like a woman trying to lower her voice. Chris was kinda concerned, yes, but for some reason he couldn’t get beyond ‘yeah, this is kinda concerning’ as far as actual worry. He firmly believed Doctor Sapphire could help him and didn’t think the change was permanent. His trust in Sal and Sal's assertion that Doctor Sapphire was legitimate shielded him from true doubt.

Miss Valentine whisked into the kitchen carrying a bag, with Chris following closely behind. She placed a paper cup containing pills and a plate covered with aluminum foil on the counter while the rest went in the fridge. Chris lifted the cup and noticed the pills were different today. Some of them were the same as before, but most were not. As usual, none of them had any markings.

Chris stared down at the pills and hesitated. He glanced up and opened his mouth, prepared to question these new meds, only to stop in his tracks. Miss Valentine’s cold eyes were zeroed in on his, her shoulders were tense, and her eyes were narrowed. She was begging Chris to question her. Instead, he quickly threw back the pills and chased them with pink water to avoid any trouble. What did it matter anyway? They were just supplements and vitamins! Besides, Sal had personally guaranteed his care team. If he couldn’t trust Miss Valentine, who could he trust?

With the pills downed, Miss Valentine’s mood improved. She pulled the foil from the plate. Chris gasped while his big green eyes widened with shock.

The meal was huge! It was the largest meal he had seen in a month by several magnitudes. Month two was going to be awesome! He started enjoying his meal with controlled cuts and bites. He was hungry enough to wolf it down, but something in his head prevented him from doing so. Perhaps it was the lingering memory of Sylvie looking down at him for the way he shoveled his food like a caveman. She wasn’t around, but Miss Valentine was, and he still felt compelled to act more civilized, more controlled, more...demure? He contemplated his feelings between bites of pancake and sips of sweet water. His progress on the meal slowed as time elapsed. He still had a quarter of the plate remaining and was beginning to feel full. Nonetheless, he pressed on and forced the food down under the expectant eyes of Miss Valentine.

When the plate was clear, Miss Valentine took the remnants of the meal and dropped them by the sink. As she was doing so, Chris heard the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut. His attention turned to the foyer, and he felt a fluttering in his chest. Who was walking into his house unannounced? He heard the sound of stomping approaching the kitchen. It sounded like a dinosaur and shook the whole house! Chris jumped up from his stool and glanced around the corner just as the mystery person came into view.

It was a ridiculously buff guy in a lifting tank and shorts wearing headphones.

Chris first felt fear, then confusion, then...unusual arousal, then back to fear. He took a step back as the behemoth cracked a smile and kept stomping forward. Chris’ tongue was completely tied, and his blood was rushing between his legs as he admired the man up and down.

Miss Valentine cleared her throat, causing Chris to jump. She spoke directly to the man, “You’re late, Brad. As expected.”

The man, presumably Brad, answered with a deep, reverberating, masculine voice that dug into Chris’ bones and made him shiver, “Sorry about that, Val. I had two lady friends that wouldn’t leave my fucking house this morning without getting stuffed with some morning meat log, if you know what I’m saying.”

She rolled her eyes and answered sarcastically, “Yes, I think I ‘know what you’re saying.'” She turned her attention to Chris and pointed to Brad, “Mr. Evans, this is Mr. Bradley. He’s going to be helping me during the second phase of your training. As you can see, he is an expert in bulking.”

Chris nodded and ran his gaze up and down Mr. Bradley’s impressive physique. His eyes stopped on the clear bulge of Mr. Bradley’s cock in his shorts. It looked like his flaccid dong was as wide and hard as the typical model in ‘Hunk Dating Sim.’ Chris’ tiny hard-on refused to go down and pressed into his shorts uncomfortably. He tried to move his thoughts elsewhere, but they kept returning to the specimen of a man in front of him.

Mr. Bradley extended his hand. “Just call me Brad! You’re Chris Evans, right? You were in that Superman movie with the Iron Man and whatnot? Cool earrings you got there, bro!”

Chris accepted Brad’s hand and noticed how rough and hairy he was. Brad’s hands felt like sandpaper! Not only that, but they were huge! It felt to Chris like his hand was being grabbed by a catcher's mitt. Chris’ creamy, smooth, and painted hand looked tiny and downright dainty next to Brad. Chris squeezed as he normally would with a handshake, but he clearly felt Brad holding back in a significant way. It felt almost as if he was intentionally giving Chris a weakened version of his normal handshake.

Realizing he had been asked a few questions, Chris’ thoughts broke up, and he answered in his high pitch, “Good to meet you, Brad. I’m Chris. I think you may be a bit confused about your movies there.” Chris barely stifled a grin, realizing Brad didn’t know anything about ‘Captain America’ or superheroes in general. It was…refreshing to say the least. He continued, “I’m—I’m only wearing the earrings to get used to wearing them. I don’t normally have these in! I just got them pierced yesterday.”

Brad released Chris’ hand and nodded, “Cool, cool. Yeah, I think they suit you. I’m ready to get a good lift in, so let’s get to it!”

Chris grinned and felt his emotions soaring. Finally, an upper body day! He was ready to get back to bulking! Month two was going to be awesome!

Miss Valentine cleared her throat, breaking Chris from his elation. When he turned, Chris’ grin immediately disappeared and inverted to a stunned frown when he saw what she was holding.

Chris stammered, “N-no...You- you can’t mean—”

She looked down at the pants with angry confusion before grunting, “Can’t mean what? It’s a pair of workout pants. Put them on, and let’s do those precious upper body exercises you won’t stop pestering me about.”

She tossed the pants to Chris. He examined them in his hands. Could he really wear these? Sure, he’d worn women’s clothing recently. In fact, he was currently wearing women’s clothing. But the pink made it so much more...feminine. He side-eyed Brad, who was giving him a thumbs-up with his sausage-like finger. He already looked like a total bitch next to the manly Brad! Could his pride take yet another hit?

Miss Valentine blew past Chris and nearly knocked him over as her shoulder smacked against his. She huffed, “Fine, if you want to be a little crybaby, you can try working out in your current shorts. See if I care.”

Chris felt panic in his chest. His current shorts were uncomfortable and stinky! He also didn’t want to piss off Miss Valentine and jeopardize future upper body workouts. Who cared if the pants were pink? If they were comfortable and allowed him to work out, he couldn’t risk being so picky. He turned away from both Brad and Miss Valentine and dropped his shorts to his ankles. His nubby little erection flopped forward and pressed against the pink material of the pants as he slid them up his smooth legs. Once in place, Chris removed his shirt and allowed his bare chest out into the open. He was left in pink women's workout pants, oversized black tennis shoes, and stud earrings. He turned and followed Brad and Miss Valentine to the basement. Chris’ eyes had a male and female butt in front of them, and he found himself fixated solely on Brad’s solid caboose.

When the group made it to the gym, Brad glanced around and gave Chris’ basement gym a “solid thumbs up.” Chris folded his arms angrily. He hadn’t spent all that money for a “solid thumbs up”! Nonetheless, he pushed aside his negative emotions to focus on what really mattered: getting in a lift!

Chris stretched and warmed up while Brad went to work setting up the bench and collecting various weights he wanted to use during the workout. When they finally began, Chris found that his strength had been greatly diminished. It was embarrassing! Brad was very positive and encouraging, but Chris could barely bench more than the bar! His arms shook and struggled the whole time. Brad offered tips and form checks, which only added insult to injury. Miss Valentine stood off to the side, and Chris could swear he saw her periodically stifling a giggle at his expense. That bitch!

Whenever Chris needed a break, Brad jumped in and loaded up the plates to get a set in for himself. He was easily tripling whatever Chris was putting up! Chris was impressed with Brad and frequently found himself ogling Brad's rippling biceps and rock-solid pecs. Brad was basically a hunk from 'Hunk Dating Sim' made flesh, and deep, unconscious parts of Chris' brain were lighting up whenever he got an eyeful.

Despite his pathetic lifts and Miss Valentine’s catty judgment, the workout was a good experience, and Chris was ready to start building up his strength again! Before he knew it, the workout was over, and Brad was busying himself with cleanup. Chris’ arms felt like jello and it was painful just to lift them for a drink of sweet water! He winced when Brad gave him a compliment and a high five.

Miss Valentine presented Chris with his usual shake alongside a spoonful of extra-rich peanut butter. Chris swallowed the salty shake and felt his heart begin to flutter. It tasted much better than he remembered! He smacked his lips and wondered about the satisfying bitter flavor he couldn't quite put his finger on. Shrugging his curiosity off, Chris licked the thick peanut butter spoon before heading upstairs to get a shower. He knew he hadn’t burned as many calories as the normal workout, so it felt strange to eat something on top of his normal shake. He washed himself using Miss Valentine’s products and combed his brunette hair before practicing his makeup skills with his 'everyday' makeup. He didn't want Brad to see him with makeup, but he feared Miss Valentine's wrath more than some mild humiliation. At this point, Brad had seen him struggle with the bar while wearing pink pants and earrings. A little makeup wasn't a big deal! Chris replaced the studs with the hoops and curled his hair behind his ear to let them shine.

He pulled on another of Miss Valentine’s outfits, which was a skin-tight gray tank top and denim short shorts. He was glad to get out of the pink pants and felt some modicum of his masculinity returning.

That said, he continued to struggle with his big tennis shoes, which felt like clown shoes flopping on the ends of his legs. He ignored the issue and made his way downstairs. Standing in the foyer were Miss Valentine, Brad, and Doctor Sapphire. They all turned to acknowledge Chris as he approached.

Doctor Sapphire smiled and waved, “Heya, Chris!”

Chris returned the wave and looked Doctor Sapphire up and down. She wore a dirty, short black skirt that hardly covered her upper thigh. A tiny bikini top barely contained her nipples and left the majority of her upper body exposed. A visible thong poked from her disheveled skirt, she held a tiny black purse, and she stood on tall stripper heels. It looked like she had just returned from a rough night out!

She motioned to herself, speaking with a slight accent, “Sorry ‘bout my clothes; I wasn’t expecting to come ‘til Linda called me a bit ago. Heard you’re still having trouble with your voice.”

Chris nodded and squeaked out a high-pitched, “Y-yes. I can’t lower my voice to its normal pitch anymore.”

Doctor Sapphire approached and examined Chris’ throat closely. Chris could have sworn he smelled stale semen and suspected it was coming from a suspicious white stain on the front of her skirt.

She opened her black purse and procured a few items. The first was yet another spray bottle with no label.

She noticed Chris’ apprehension and attempted to assuage him, “Look, I know this ain't worked in the past, but this one is a lot mo' powerful. You only need to open your mouf' an' let me spray it one time to get the full effect.”

Chris reluctantly opened his mouth, and she gave him a long, powerful stream. He felt the spray settling and clinging to the back of his throat. The normal movement from the spray was doubled, and Chris felt his throat tightening and rearranging. He put his hand up to his throat and felt the remnants of his Adam’s apple vibrating slowly.

As his throat solidified into its place, Doctor Sapphire spoke up, “You should see sum changes overnight. Fingers crossed!” She handed Chris two more items and continued, “I wants you to wear these erry' night. I think the problem is breathing-related when you is sleepin'. Does you be wakin' up light-headed, dizzy, and shit?”

Chris still felt his throat changing, so he opted for a simple nod. Did she pinpoint the source of his spinning head? He had never had a problem with breathing before, but it made sense!

The first item was a pink mouth guard.

The second was a nose strip.

She explained, “The mouth guard and nose strip should keep yo' airway open. I’m sure yo' sleep will improve and you be feelin' betta fore' long.”

Chris examined the items. They looked innocent enough. It was worth a try!

Doctor Sapphire motioned for the living room, and Chris followed her lead. She led him to the couch and sat him down. She pulled out the crystal goggles.

She placed them gently around Chris’ head and got them into place while speaking, “Lemme get these back on to make sure yo' sensitivity to sunlight ain't comin' back.”

Chris was reluctant, but the concern about his sunlight sensitivity returning was enough to gain his compliance. He took a deep breath and stared into the crystal, noticing how the light diffused in it strangely.

She clicked the crystal lens, and the light fractals began to undulate and swirl.

Chris sank into the couch, and his eyes were transfixed on the swirling lights. It wasn’t long before he felt himself slip away into an unconscious hypnosis. His eyes were barely open, and his brain was foggy. He heard the television spring to life, and his dampened attention gravitated towards a new show.

Chris fell into a fitful slumber, hearing the television and a woman’s voice in the back of his head. Her voice was stronger than ever before! His own masculine voice was quieting down and barely able to keep the woman's voice at bay. It was almost an even fight now! He heard a girly moan and a manly groan echoing somewhere far away.

Chris wasn’t sure how long he was out, but it was dark, and he awoke to the clicking sound of the crystal glasses being deactivated. They were pulled from his face, though he could still see the afterimage of the shifting tunnel turning in the darkness. Chris sat back in a puddle of sweat and tried to catch his breath. The stench of dry cum was even stronger than before!

Doctor Sapphire stowed the glasses in her bag and headed for the entrance. Even in his dazed state, Chris could see she was walking funny. He watched her strut across the foyer in an overtly bow-legged fashion as if her hips were hurting. Her skirt looked even more disheveled and stained than before, too!

He chugged a bottle of pink water, and the swirling afterimage from the goggles started to fade. The back of his throat had seemingly settled and no longer felt in flux. His painted fingernails scratched against his completely smooth neck. He didn’t notice it in the dark, but his Adam’s apple was gone.

Brad sat on a nearby chair with a contented smile on his face. He looked satisfied with himself and the situation. He stood up and adjusted his shorts before heading towards the front door.

He called from the door, “Chris, it was awesome to meet you! See you tomorrow, buddy!”

Chris waved from the couch, watching Brad exit. He seemed like a nice guy, and Chris was excited to work with him more, even if he made him feel small by comparison.

Miss Valentine assisted Chris to his feet and led him to the kitchen. Even SHE reeked of sex! What had those three gotten up to while he was napping? Once in the kitchen, Chris was presented with a bacon burger and fries!

The meal looked incredible, and he ate every bite. His stomach felt like it was overstuffed by the end, but it was not such a bad problem! If he was going to bulk back up, he was going to need food like this. Miss Valentine ensured he swallowed his supplements before wishing him goodnight and heading out the door. Chris ascended the stairs with his new nose strips and mouth guard.

He conducted his usual moisturizing and removal of his makeup. Chris put in his studs, combed his hair, and brushed his teeth. He put the nose strip on his nose and expected it to feel like it was stretching his nasal passages open, but it strangely felt like the opposite. It was almost as if the strip was squishing and tightening on his nose. He put the mouth guard onto his teeth and noticed that it butted up against his lips. It seemed to puff them out and stretch them. He also felt it putting pressure against his jaw. Chris knew it would take some getting used to, but he was willing to give it a shot. If it didn't help his vertigo, he could always stop using it.

He slipped naked into bed and booted up ‘Hunk Dating Sim.’ The residual swirling from the goggles seemed to return as Chris glazed over and delved into the game. Throughout the night, thoughts of Brad and his giant, hairy body appearing in the game were tantalizing. Chris' brain began connecting wires between Brad and the object of 'Hunk Dating Sim'—to date the hunk.

He finally fell asleep after a few hours of dating hunky, virtual men and fantasizing about Brad.

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