The Updated Brett Johnson (Patreon)

I was hanging out with Erica, grateful for the day to finally be over.  I’ve got this huge project at my work and my boss has been on my ass all week.  I’d put on a movie, and we were finally starting to fool around when my phone buzzed.

“Ignore it,” she told me.

“It might be work,” I groaned.  “I can’t afford to get fired.”

I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand.  It wasn’t my boss, just an automated notification.

“What’s up?” she asked, propping herself up to listen.  I’ve been venting a lot lately.

“It says I’ve got some ‘special update’ available,” I told her.  “Forget about it.  I don’t need some half-baked update to brick my phone.”

“Oh come on,” Erica prodded.  “I didn’t get anything… maybe you’ve got a new beta or something?  There might be cool stuff to check out.”

Erica works in tech.  Can you tell?

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes and hit install.  “But then… I really need to blow off some steam.”

Erica leaned in and looked at my screen.  I’m dating such a nerd.

“That’s weird,” she pointed.  “It cleared everything off your home screen.  Must be a bug.”

“See,” I said, feeling self-righteous.  “Told you it’d be broken.”

“Don’t be such a spoilsport,” she teased.  “Look, it’s installing a new app.”

“What the hell is FitnessFest?” I grimaced.

“I don’t know, probably something to help them sell a smart watch,” Erica joked.

We watched the download indicator for a minute, but it was taking a while.  Eventually I tried to get her riled up again, and it was sort of working.  Until my phone buzzed again.

And again.

Again.

My lock screen was filling up with notifications from that stupid fitness app.

“Weird,” Erica scrunched her eyebrows together.  “It shouldn’t do that without permission.”

“Maybe cause it’s a system — UGH!” I grunted and curled up in pain.  It felt like someone kicked me in the gut.  A wave of nausea rolled through me, even as every muscle lit up in pleasure.  The weight of my bod felt incredible, even as I was being torn apart.

Every muscle knotting and tearing and screaming out in ecstasy.  Knitting back together, then exploding, again and again.  I scratched at my shirt… oh god, my skin was too tight…

The last of pain died down, replace with wave after wave of this weird feeling.  Somewhere between a tingle and a tickle and a storm.  And with each fresh surge through my body, I felt my bones pop and my muscles pump.  Everything started to twitch.  I felt electric.

Something was subjugating my body.  My cock was so fucking hard.

“Please…” I gasped.  “Please…” I didn’t know if I wanted it to stop.

“Brett, are you okay?” my girlfriend asked.  “Oh my god, Brett!”

I stared at her with big eyes.  What was happening to me?  Why did it feel like this?

“You’re getting bigger!” Erica stared.  “Brett, what the hell is going on?”

I rolled over and tried to see myself in the mirror.  The strange feeling was flooding my body.  I felt like I wanted to puke.  I felt like I could lift my house with one hand.

I couldn’t help but flex my biceps.  Flare my lats.  Make my pecs bounce.  I looked like I’d been going to the gym for years.  Like I wanted bodybuilders to feel tiny.

After an incredible number of seconds, the undeniable sensation faded.  I levered myself out of bed and stared in the mirror.

I looked like goddamn Thor.

Like, hammer aside, I was fuckin’ huge.  The pecs were the first things I noticed — big and round and hanging like a fucking shelf over my gut.  A heavy pair of biceps, big round shoulders, even my ass looked huge!  Too bad my cock was it’s average six inches.

Thank god my boxers hasn’t split.  One good flex though…

It’d feel so good…

I flexed my glutes and heard stitches pop.  Not quite enough to blow my boxers off.  Threw up my guns and flexed.  God… was I actually acting this douchey?

“Oh my god…” Erica gasped in shock.  “It installed a fitness app and… you got fit.”

“Damn,” I grinned, showing off my massive bicep.  “Look at that.”

“This isn’t funny Brett,” she said.  “There could be serious consequences!”

“But I’m huge…” I said, my mind caught on the simple fact.  My body moved like it was on autopilot, from one pose to the next.

“Oh my god, men,” she rolled her eyes.  “This isn’t right.  A software update can’t… it can’t!”

“Baby, listen to me,” I grinned at her.  “I feel good.  It’s okay.  There’s no downside!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Look,” I said, holding up my phone.  “It’s installing something else.”

I stared at the name of the app and the icon.  Some kind of nutrition thing?  Maybe a meal tracker?

“Give me that,” Erica ordered.  “I can force it to shut down.”

“No way,” I said, holding it away from her.  “This thing just hulked me out, I want to see what happens next!”

She jumped up, trying to grab the phone from me, but she couldn’t come close.  I’ve got about six inches in height, and at least a hundred pounds more muscle.

“Give it to me before…” she ordered again.  But it was too late, the phone was already buzzing with a flurry of notifications from the newest app.

My stomach clenched with that same weird feeling and I cried out.

“Goddammit Brett,” she fumed.  “But… oh wow.”

I had to put one hand on the wall to hold myself up, but I saw this change in the mirror.  My body fat was evaporating and every muscle stood out.  Even my abs… I had a six pack.  Nobody actually has a six pack!

I rubbed my hand down the muscle.  It felt ridiculously sexy.

“You like it,” I smirked.  I knew she did.  I’ve seen her secret Tumblr.

I flexed and another two abs showed up, plus a deep pair of cum gutters.  I let my thumb run along the deep grooves and felt my hips sway.  If I ever needed cash, stripping was a definite possibility.

Not like I would ever think about stripping.  If I ever ended up on stage, moving my hips to the bed, surrounded by screaming chicks… that’d be the update, y’know?  Like I’d never choose to put myself on display, but I wasn’t in the drivers seat, was I…

“You look… okay, you look incredible,” she admitted.  “But this is still impossible.  There’s no way this should be happening.”

My phone let off another flurry of notifications.  I braced, expecting that same sick feeling to flow through me, but it didn’t.

“What is it?” Erica asked, her eyes darting over my body.  She seemed half-afraid, half hopeful.

I looked at the phone.  There were a bunch of new apps installed — shopping and fashion ones.

“Well?” she asked.  “C’mon!”

“It’s a bunch of stuff about clothes,” I said, tossing her the phone.  “It’s okay, I don’t feel bad this time, so it must be… oh god…”

I opened up my closet and saw it packed with clothes I’d never seen before.  It was kind of a relief — my new body wasn’t gonna fit into any of my old stuff, and this saved me a shopping trip.

“Do you… like this style…?” Erica asked.  She was riffling through the hangers.  “There’s… like ninety percent of this is gym gear.”

I flipped through a few hangers.  She was totally right — the update had taken away all of my office fits and my relaxed home style.  I used to be all about jeans and a hoodie, but this new version of me apparently loved to show off.

I picked a pair of rugby shorts and caressed the fabric.  Smooth and shiny and absolutely artificial.  They were smaller than my boxers, which meant… I rushed to my underwear drawer and chuckled.  No more boxers for Brett.  This was all jockstraps and slutty little briefs.

“Uh…” I stammered.  “No, but… I mean… I never woulda worn this stuff, but…”

“But now you’re hot?” Erica laughed.  “Oh my god, that’s so shallow.”

“What?” I said, grabbing a random shirt off the hanger.  It was a sleeveless purple tank with a  really deep neck.  “I mean, sure it’s douchey, but… you expect me to wear a button down?”

“There’s a lot of room between a button down and this,” she said, grabbing a sleeveless hoodie off the shelf.  It was highlighter yellow, and would probably show off my abs.

“Hey, I didn’t choose any of this stuff,” I said defensively.  “It was the update.  We can go through it, throw out the stuff you really hate.”

“Alright.”

“Though I’m keeping this one,” I said, slipping on the tank.  It clung tight across my chest and loose over my abs.  “I mean, look how good it looks.”

It was a really good update.  I couldn’t wait until…

My phone let off another flurry of notifications.  That same strange feeling was back, but instead of a blow to the stomach, this one felt like a punch in the teeth.  I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to get through it.

“What… is… it?” I grunted through gritted teeth.

“Uh… it looks like one of those AI face changer things,” Erica said.  “The ones shallow people use on socials.”

“Is… it…?” I groaned.  “My… face…?”  It better be making me fucking gorgeous.

“It’s hard to see with it all scrunched up,” Erica said.  “Just relax and… okay, wow.”

The sensation was gone now.  I turned back to the mirror and stared.  I looked like me, but… the most handsome version of me I’d ever seen.  My hair was styled right for my face, my skin was tan, and that weird freckle I always hated was gone.

“Dude,” I laughed, throwing up my biceps without thinking.  “Holy shit, I’m hot!”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m like a model or something!” I grinned, revealing a flawless set of teeth.

I shook my head to mess up my hair, but it landed right back in place.

I even tried to make a stupid face, but on me…

“Holy shit, I”m hot!” I said, going in circles.

“Did it suck out your brains?” Erica asked with scorn in her voice.

“No babe,” I said, rolling my eyes.  “I understand this isn’t exactly intellectual conversation, but my magic fucking phone just transformed me into the best looking guy you’ve ever seen.  And all you’ve got is criticism?”

“It’s not…” she paused.  “Okay, look… I’m sorry.  I’m just worried about you.  This isn’t natural.”

“Yeah, well… what’s installing now?” I asked.  “Body, face, clothes… there can’t be much left.”

“It’s… oh god,” she wrinkled her nose.  “It’s social media.  Instagram, TikTok, even… uh… OnlyFans.”

“OnlyFans?” I grimmaced.  “Okay, too far.  I know I’m hot, but I don’t need to sell this,” I said, flexing my pecs.  “Power it off or whatever you said.”

“I’m trying,” Erica frowned.  “It’s not… dammit!”

A bunch of notifications hit my phone all at once.  Suddenly I realized what I needed.

“Give it here,” I said.  Erica handed over the phone.

“Hit the power button and the volume button,” she said.  "Ten seconds and it should force the thing to power off.”

“Sure babe,” I said, not really listening.  I tapped on my camera icon and the viewfinder showed up.  It’s my favourite app.  I mean… if you had this body, you’d spend all your time taking pics too, right?

I held out the phone and took a few selfies, making sure to hit my angles.

“Brett, what are you doing?”

“Just doing a quick post,” I reassured here.  “You know I gotta do them two or three times a day.  Plus a special one for the fans.”

Her eyes were wide.  I winked at her.  We were like a pair of emojis.

“No no no no no…” she said, backing away.  “That’s not you.  You hate taking pictures.”

“C’mon babe, take a few for me,” I begged, tossing her my phone.  “I can’t get a good angle on my lats.”

“Your…”

“Yeah babe, like my back!” I chuckled.  “Dudes sleep on their lats, but it gives you that sick V, y’know?”

“I’m not taking pictures of your back,” Erica snapped.

“C’mon,” I grinned as charismatically as I could.  “You wanna date me, you gotta pay the hot tax.”

“Uh… I don’t think dating you is going to be an issue…” Erica said softly.  “There’s another app installing.  It’s… um… Grindr.”

“The gay sex app?”

“That’s the one,” she said.  “It’s installing now.”

“No… babe… you gotta shut it down,” I panicked.  “Smash my phone… I’ll install my socials on a new one!”

Too late.  It felt like someone grabbing my dick and squeezing hard.

“Oh my god,” Erica screamed, clutching the side of her head.  “That’s…”

“Uuuungghh…” I cried out, keeping over onto the floor.  “My cock…”

The strange sensation was all focussed on my junk.  I could feel the blood rushing towards my dick.  The churn of my balls.  My boxers getting tighter and tighter.

“Oh fuck…” I gasped, the feeling finally dying down.  My hand landed on my hard cock.  It was fucking huge.  At least ten inches.  And so sensitive…

New memories flooded my head.

A guy at the gym, winking at me in the locker room.  A hard cock in front of me, my knees on the floor.  Cum spilling down my chin, trying to catch another precious drop before it all leaked down the drain…

Dancing at a club, my body moving to the beat.  Shots.  Me and another muscular guy, grinding our bodies together.  Sucking his pecs in his bedroom.  His pillow mashed against my face while he fucked me into submission…

A cruise, somewhere off the coast of Mexico.  Hanging out in the hot tub, my speedo tight against my cock.  A nibble on my ear.  Riding him cowboy style, my hands grasping his muscle tits…

I looked across the room at my girlfriend.  She had a dazed look, like she didn’t know what hit her.

“Erica, you okay?” I asked.

“Huh?” she said, looking at me in confusion.  “Yeah, I just… ugh, I don’t know why that hit me too.  None of your other changes made me feel weird.”

“Yeah, but… Grindr, it’s no surprise, right?”

“What, that you’ve got Grindr on your phone?” she laughed.  “Brett, you’ve been my GayBFF since freshman year.  Of course you’ve got Grindr on your phone.”

“Your… GayBFF?”

“Yeah, which… by the way,” she said, handing me back my phone.  “Your notifications are blowing up!  I guess I better get going, you’re about to have company.”

I looked at the notifications.  I’d gotten a few messages from one guy — Cock4Jock.  And when I looked at our chat history, it looked like he was already on his way over.  I’d given him my address a half hour ago.

“He just texted he’s downstairs…” I said to myself.

“Okay, I get the message,” Erica laughed again, grabbing her jacket off my chair.  “We can finish this movie some other time.  And yeah, I’ll let him in.”

I felt my phone buzz again.  Oh god… what now.

“Installation complete,” the notification read.  And then there was a phone number for tech support.

“Have fun,” Erica called out.  “Text me tomorrow!”

She was out the door before I could protest.  Besides… I had bigger problems.

There was some guy outside my place… but I wasn’t actually gay, right?

Just like I wasn’t actually beefcake.  Like I wasn’t actually a style icon.  Like I wasn’t actually obsessed with my socials.

I guess that was all easy to accept, but this… was he gonna want to fuck me?  A shiver ran up my back.

Or did he want me to fuck him?  I had a massive cock, any guys are probably into that… right?  For some reason, that didn’t excite me as much.

I didn’t have a long time to figure it out.  I could hear footsteps in the hallway.

“Oh my god,” a muscular little guy said.  “Brett Johnson!”

One look at him and my back arched — my body was craving his cock in my hole.  His hands on my ass.  His lips on my lips.  My hand went back and reflexively traced my ass.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to panic.  “Good to meet ya?”

Just stay calm.  There had to be a way out of this.  But I was so fucking hard…

“I can’t believe it's actually you,” he said.  “I figured someone was catfishing with your pics!”

“Nah, I’m legit,” I said.  He’d already kicked his shoes off.  A weird realization popped through my head.  “I guess even porn stars use Grindr.”

“Yeah,” he hesitated.  “But I’m sure a lot of guys use your pics.”

Fuck, my cock was so hard, just standing close to a dude.  My body needed him against me.  But… I’m straight.  I swear I’m straight.

“Just… gimme a sec.” I managed to croak.  “I gotta hit the bathroom.”

“Don't take too long,” he teased.  “I’ll be right here!”

I stared into the mirror — my beautiful face, my shredded body, my leaking cock.  I couldn’t believe this was happening.  My phone installs some app and now I’m into riding pole?

But I’m not actually gay.  As in… I like girls, don’t I?  And I’m s’posed to have a girlfriend?

But I was horny.

And some guy just… showed up at my door?  Lucky me, right?

So why was I nervous?  Why didn’t I want this guy to fuck me?

How come I wasn’t riding his cock right now?

Something was deeply wrong.  I checked my notifications and dialled the phone as  fast as I could.

“Hello?” I gulped.  “Tech support?”

“Good afternoon sir,” a perky voice was on the other end of the line.  “How can I be of assistance?”

“Uh… my phone did this weird update, and now I’m like… gay.”

“Ah, yes sir!  Congratulations on being one of our first special updates.  Do you have any questions or concerns about your new operating procedures?”

“These’s some guy waiting in my bedroom to fuck me!”

“Yes sir,” the cheerful tech support guy agreed.  “Is there anything you need?  We can have an Uber driver drop off condoms in as little as fifteen minutes.”

“No, you don’t understand,” I said through gritted teeth.  “I’m gay, like… my Grindr is blowing up. I’m so fucking hard.  But my brain is all like ‘stop it, you’re straight!’”

“Ah yes sir, my apologies,” the tech support guy finally seemed to get it.  “What’s your name?”

“Brett Johnson.”

“Thank you Brett, just pulling up your file…”

“Ah yes,” the tech support guy said.  “We’ve had several reports of this kind of failed upgrade.  It looks like you got the big cock, the slutty memories, and of course the Grindr profile, but you’ve still got some old files in the system.  Would you like me to clear them up from here?  Like you said… you have a  guy waiting to fuck you.”

My cock was peeking out of my boxers.  It was so big and ready…

“It says on your file that you’re a bottom,” the support guy said.  “Don’t you want him to fuck you ’til you scream?  I’m a bottom since my update too, and that’s like… all I want.”

Even the tech support guy sounded sexy… Precum was leaking out.  It’s not like I’m some cockhungry slut… I just needed to blow my load, and so what if I was gay now?

“Yeah,” I admitted.  “It’s super hot.”

“Are you hard?” the tech support guy asked.

“Yah,” I grinned, touching my cock and feeling a thrill run through me.

“Then you should go have fun,” the tech teased me.  “I can fix your upgrade… remove those last vestiges of heterosexuality.”

He could get that straight shit outta my head?

An hour ago, I never woulda done this.  But now I was updated.  Upgraded.  Thick with muscle and horny to match.  Of course I wanted it now…

“Okay,” I said, relief rushing over me.  “Do it.  Zap me or whatever.”

“Yes sir, one moment while I remove your hetero urges.”

I grunted, that strange feeling squeezing into my head.  I dropped my phone on the tile, but I could still hear the tech support guy through the speaker.

“Okay, we’ve started the removal,” he said.  “You might experience slight discomfort as your old files are deleted.”

“Unngggg…” I moaned, resting my head against the bathtub.

I wanted the pounding in my head to go away.  I just wanted to fuck…

“Okay sir, that’s it,” the tech support guy said.  “Is there anything else I can do to help you today?”

“Oh my god…” I gasped, grabbing for my phone.  “Um… like… I gotta go.  There’s a stud in my room and I like… I really need to get fucked!”

“Of course sir,” the tech support guy said.  “Enjoy your evening!”

I hung up the phone and headed back towards my bed.  Cock4Jock was sitting on the bed and playing with his phone.  He stood up quick when I walked in.

“Why the hell did I ever wanna be straight?” I growled.

He was gorgeous.  Wide shoulders under a muscle fit tee.  Jeans that followed the curve of his ass.  Totally fuckable.  I grabbed at his belt and pulled it out, fumbling with his jeans.  While I figured that out and yanked them down, he pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion.

He was ripped.  And hard.  Fuck, I love a hard cock… more than anything in the world… I couldn’t wait to unwrap it!

“Sorry ‘bout that,” I smirked.  “I’m all yours.”

“I can’t wait,” he grinned.  “I’ve seen all your videos.  Even the paid ones.”

I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard.  He was surprised, but he went with it.

I landed my hand on his cock, the silky fabric of a thong keeping it from me.

“What’s your fantasy?” I asked.

“You remember that OnlyFans you posted with the quarterback?”

I have lots of videos with a #quarterback tag, but I knew exactly the one he wanted.  It’s my highest rated video ever, and I still get fresh comments every week.  You’d be shocked how often I use it in the bedroom.

“Hey bro,” I smirked, slipping into character.  “I’m Brett, the football quarterback.  I’m kind of a legend.”

I flexed my biceps at him.  In the video, I was wearing a cutoff football jersey, but my guns looked just fine in my purple tank.

“Oh, hey Brett,” Cock4Jock grinned.  “What do you need?”

Oh shit, he knew the dialog.  This was gonna be a good roleplay.

“Well… I’m flunking like… all my classes, and if I don’t get D’s, they’re gonna throw me off the team,” I said, acting my heart out.  “I figured, you’re the biggest nerd in school… maybe you can help me out?”

“I can help you get a D,” Cock4Jock chuckled, reaching down and squeezing his bulge.  “But first you gotta ride a cock.”

“Damn dude,” I pouted.  “I don’t know how to do that?”

“Come over here,” Cock4Jock smirked.  “I’ll teach you what you need.”

“I need to get a D,” I grinned, grabbing at my thick cock.  “So I need to ride a cock…”

“That’s right, now pull off my thong.  Use your teeth.” Cock4Jock said.

He was improvising a little.  In the original video, the ‘nerd’ was dressed in a button down shirt and slacks.  It look me four agonizing minutes to undress him with my teeth.  But just a thong?  I was already halfway done.

“That’s a good dumb slut!” he encouraged me.

“I’m not dumb,” I protested halfheartedly.

“Then why do you need help getting that D?” Cock4Jock chuckled.

“Well… I’m not a slut,” I countered.

“I dunno bro,” Cock4Jock smirked.  “You got a thong in your mouth.  Seems slutty to me…”

I growled and slipped his thong off completely.

“Slip that shirt off,” Cock4Jock told me.  “And get my dick wet…”“Like… in my mouth?” I asked in my dumbest voice.  I was playing it up of course.  I like to go deep and slow when I’m fulfilling some dudes fantasy.

“It’s gotta get sucked if you wanna get fucked,” Cock4Jock told me.

I lifted my tank over my head, and dropped it on the floor.  I flexed my biceps at him, just to show him who was the hottest slut.  I gotta admit, I checked myself out in the window reflection.  We shoulda been filming — this was good content.

“Do it,” he ordered.

Which I did with joy.  Dove right onto his cock and sucked my heart out.  That’s when we dropped the innocent act in the video — blowjobs are sexy, but doing it right takes practice.  I swirled my tongue, watched my teeth, and sucked like a Dyson.

“Oh yah, that’s right,” he moaned.  “That’s what I need.”

“But like… what about me?” I asked, popping his cock out of my mouth.  “What about… what… like… what I need…”

“Lose the boxers,” Cock4Jock improvised.  In the original video the ‘nerd’ fucked me in my jockstrap, but my boxers needed to go.

This time I was motivated.  I flexed my legs with every ounce of strength and tore them right off.

“Holy shit,” Cock4Jock stared, the script forgotten.  "That was so goddamn hot.”

“That’s not your line,” I smirked.  He was so distracted.  Yeah, my ass is just that good.

“I… uh…” he stammered.  “I don’t remember the next line.”

“Yeah,” I said, giving his cockhead one final lick.  “But you know how it goes.  Nice and slow…”

I moved up and lowered myself down onto his cock, pausing for a second or two as the head of his cock touched my hole.  Then I swallowed him hole, one long motion and he was there.

“Oh fuck…” he gasped.  “You’re so tight…”

I loved how I felt with his cock inside me.  Filled and happy.  I flexed my massive glutes just to milk his cock a little more.

“Yeah,” I chuckled.  “But I can take it.  Don’t worry stud…”

He stared up at me, mouth hanging open.  I imagine he woulda said something like “I’m not worried,” but he couldn’t focus long enough to form a thought.  My ass is just that good.

I’m the hottest fuck he’d ever have.  He was just trying to take it all in.

“That’s a good boy,” I whispered, then started pumping myself up and down on his pole.  I’d lift myself just enough to tease his cockhead, then slam myself back down, taking it all the way to the base.  My muscular ass flexed with every thrust.

It felt so good taking a cock.  Was this really my first time?  Or my thousandth?  My memories were all confused, but whatever the number…

Damn it felt good.

We went for a few minutes before I couldn’t handle it anymore.  My big balls were so full, they were churning so hard…

I flexed my pecs and wished someone would twist my nipples.

“I’m gonna blow,” I gasped.  “Gonna shoot all over your face bro.”

Cock4Jock nodded frantically.  His mouth was open, hoping to catch a few drops.  I didn’t disappoint him.  I soaked him instead.  He flinched and closed his eyes, which is good cause the second spurt hit just as hard.

He’d be bragging about that forever.  Telling his buddies he actually fucked Brett Johnson.  Actually tasted my load.

I felt his cock start to jerk inside me.  I grinned wide.  Fuck, I love getting bred.

And now he could tell his buddies that too.

“Uuuuunggg…” he moaned under me, coating my insides with cum.  I held on tight, squeezing his pecs and pushing his pleasure to the absolute limit.  I wanted him to tell this story for years.

I fell onto the bed next to him and put on my dumb jock voice again.

“Whoa… bro…” I chuckled, echoing the video.  “I gotta go, but… let’s study again soon.”