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It all happened so suddenly. All it took was one second of inattention. You were just walking down the street, not even paying attention to the young woman that stopped right in front of you. She reached her hand forward and grabbed at your chest. You didn't even have time to react, as a feeling of pure horror descended upon you.

You had heard of the virus, everybody had. Myovirus holomutans, that was how the people on tv called it, but everyone else had given it the nickname Moronavirus. Kind of a grim joke in retrospect, not that you had any reason to question it until this very moment. Everyone carried the virus in a dormant state and the scientists didn't know how yet. Neither did they know why men were the only ones in which the virus could activate... and neither did they know why the virus activated in this odd way...

"Precise manipulation of the pectoralis major", or simply put : a chest massage. That was all that men were told to stay away from if you didn't want to become a brainless meathead. That was it. Just don't get your pecs fondled and you'll be fine, it was so easy to avoid. Not to mention that with your flat chest, you didn't even think there was enough there to rub for the virus to even be problem for you. Yet there you were, unable to react as this woman kneaded your inflating pecs right beneath your eyes.

The list of symptoms flashed in your mind, but you knew what it boiled down to; your brain cells would be melted down into fuel for your swelling muscles. You didn't want any of this, but there was no way to stop the viral activation once the process was kickstarted.

Sweat rolled down your forehead as you witnessed your thin frame blow up with hefty meatiness all over. Of course it all started at the stimulation point, your nonexistent pecs suddenly blooming into existence. Your shoulders, neck and back muscles all followed through, thickening and forcing you to straighten your posture. Your arms ballooned with nice round muscles. Your straining shirt stood no chance, quickly shredding and falling into tatters around you and exposing your brand-new jock physique for all to see.

Your head felt dizzy, it was like you could feel your brains drain down into your expanding body. You were a smart man, not the kind of braindead himbo that this virus turned guys into, good for nothing except working out, partying and having sex. Even the smartest men effectively became useless to society once the virus took effect, their brilliant minds ruined by the mutation.

How could this be happening to you ? Your eyes met those of the woman who inflicted this fate on you. To your shock, she was smiling at you. What kind of sick enjoyment could she take out of doing this to you ? You felt nothing but panic, rage and heartbreak but as you stared into her eyes, her glittering hazel eyes, the only reaction you could conjure was an innocent smile and a moronic laugh.

All your questions about her intentions, your worries about your future, everything quieted down. Sure you could ask all these questions and worry about this stupid stuff ... but did it really matter ? Your mind, your intellect, your personhood was getting disintegrated. You could feel all of it, yourself becoming dimmer. You wanted to feel grief for the person you were supposed to be, but instead all you felt was ... peace.

You didn't want to give in but fuuuuuuck it felt so good. You realized all that stuff that you always had in your brain was superfluous, you didn't need any of it to be happy. In fact, you felt better finally letting go of it. You could just focus on the simple things that truly made you happy.

You could finally stop worrying about your studies and your future job. Instead you could live in the moment, go to parties, make friends, get drunk, have fun. You could shed your anxieties that held you back for so long and finally focus on pumping iron at the gym and growing your muscles. It was suddenly all so simple ... so easy ...

The virus had worked its magic. Your brains had dissolved and fueled the growth of a freshly converted gymbro. A metamorphosis from a promising student with a bright future ahead of him into a dim-witted muscular jock.

With a broish smile plastered in your face, a relaxed confident demeanor, your brain's higher functions turned off for good and gave way to your base instincts. The shine in your eyes vanished as a dull look took over.

"This is sick bro"

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