Changes

Changes

Almost everyone in the gym immediately noticed the change in Brandon. Formally the strong silent type, Brandon’s personality seemingly changed overnight. The oversized gym clothes were replaced by skimpy singlets and gym shorts that did little to hide his hulking physique or the fat monster snaking down his leg. His laser focused weight routine gave way to endless breaks flexing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixed hungrily on sight of his pumped body. His normal hasty retreat back to his car replaced by a long trip to the showers to impale yet another disposable gym slut on his fat horse cock. 

Some would be put off by the emergence of yet another quiet lifter morphing into a conceited alpha bro. But those in the know would know the truth. That the old Brandon was gone, his titan of a body now under the control yet another basement dwelling nerd, jacked up on content from the manosphere, and an innate sense masculine superiority. Soon more would join the ranks of those taking their rightful testosterone fueled place at the top of the food chain. Where they deserve to be.