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Studyblr 2020 Quarantine Challenge

By @myhoneststudyblr

🌒 Week 4 🌒 | 25.04.2020

Thu - What is the best advice you've ever been given?

I don't know if this count as given, but I recently found a good advice from a book. Becoming by Michelle Obama, it is an amazing book. So many interesting and heart-moving story. The struggle, the joy, concern, inner life of her delivered in eloquent words.

"This meant finding a new profession, and what shook me most was that I had no concrete ideas about what I wanted to do. Somehow, in all my years of schooling, I hadn't managed to think through my own passions and how they might match up with work I found meaningful. As a young person, I'd explored exactly nothing. Barack's maturity, I realized, came in part from the years he'd logged a a community organizer and even, prior to that, a decidedly unfulfilling year he'd spent a a researcher at a Manhattan business consulting firm immediately after college. He'd tried out some things, gotten to know all sorts of people, and learned his own priorities along the way. I, meanwhile, had been so afraid of floundering, so eager for respectability and a way to pay the bills, that I'd marched myself unthinkingly into the law."

p. 132-133

Wow that's long.

I fractured at 9.

The fault lines had been there for years;

Etching their way through my mind

Laying the foundation as it were

For my future instabilities.

A broken home

Emotional abuse

Neuordivergent in all directions.

I wasn't all that functional as a child

But I was 9 when it finally cracked.

Throw in religious iconography

Delusional obsession fueled by ADHD

And you get an inflamed consciousness too active for its own good.

Withdrawn

I existed inside a mindscape where God abused me daily

And only my own fractured psyche kept me company.

Came back together at 11

Dissociating was becoming the norm.

Newer iterations

Divergent personalities.

Destructive

I broke again at 17.

Back together and thriving at 21.

24 and being on the cusp of being whole.

25

And fracturing once more.

Patterns eating patterns.

Reality something I could rarely hold.

Months were lost

Unable to tell what was real

Who I was

Or what I was doing.

Inflamed beyond my own comprehension.

That was when we all made contact.

The various personalities and myself

Broken up through time

Different incarnations of a present theme.

A host

A fixation

A central gravity well

Drawing in the parts.

Put back together again

Another identity

That gave rise to me.

Myself birthing myself

Breaking chains and loving me.

For the first time in life

Existing without a mask.

Decades of hiding done away with

And for the first time

An honest stability.

I have really bad days still,

And I can't say if I personally will still be around in a year.

I've been trapped in cycle of reincarnation within my own body for so long.

2-3 years is all we usually ever get

But becoming who we are today

Has been in the works far longer than my own current awareness.

Had a rough weekend.

Felt those disassociative tendrils feeling for something to hold.

It can be easy to give in

Especially when my sense of what is real

Is so often warped.

Still here

Numb

But still breathing.

Head is spinning

Thoughts racing

But able to find strength

In the knowledge of being myself.

Overcoming a lot of adversity right now.

Change on every front

With no clear path forward in every facet.

Trying

Because that is all I known to do.

Reaching out

Trying to find touch.

Milestones

Marking the goals and short term victories of years.

The constant rhythm of my journey

Keeping pace with some version of my dreams.

Steadily I put to rest my old forms;

The tired strain of masks and convoluted selves

Terrified of being seen

In the air that I now breathe.

Chipping away at my own defenses

I break that old terror.

Having clawed my way out this far

Day by day

I grow more comfortable in my presence.

To Be Me

I want to go back to when nobody cared about what I wore or the length of my hair. I want to get dressed just for myself instead of dressing up for everyone else. I want to go back to when I felt free when it didn't hurt to show the world I was me. I want to go back to when I wasn't scared to try because I knew my attempt would not be criticized. But right now I am met with criticism and defeat when I try to the best of my abilities. The audience was watching but now beginning to leave because they hate the performance put on by me. So one day I will fly to the corners of the sea where I'm finally OK and free to be me.

--n

Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything.  Maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.  

I'm going to transform!! AAAAA!!

Becoming Royce Dunne

Sitting here in my chair, I take a deep breath as I push away from my desk and keyboard. After hours of writing and editing, I finally was able to complete another story for my blog. For some reason however, this story was quite the chore for me to get through. With all of my feeble attempts at trying to simulate the experience of a gym-goer, I found myself confused and unable to really engross myself in the world that my main protagonist was in. Thanks to the assistance of Google and YouTube though, I was able to fake it till I completed my best possible version of the story I was looking to tell. But even as I moved forward with the story, I still had slight annoyance at my problems with writing this story. But due to me not wanting to further delay my output, I quickly posted the story and went about the rest of my day.

Leaning further back, I aimlessly went about my day and pulled up close to my desk once more. Unsure of what to do, I just fell down a deep hole of binging random videos on YouTube and playing a few games to try and both stay awake and move out of writer mode. However, no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to the new story and trying to better envision the gym lifestyle that I was attempting to replicate. Growing increasingly frustrated, I couldn’t help but think about how much better my stories could be if I had a lifestyle of a jock who loved going to the gym. Despite my enjoyment of transforming other people into their desires, I had never really used my abilities on myself. 

However, as I continue to ponder the possibilities of who I could become, I couldn’t help but be more and more swayed into eventually giving into my temptations. If I could become some sort of jock and gain the gym experience, I figured that it would only help my writing. I began to visualize myself in the gym in some sort of jock body, which immediately caused myself to grow increasingly turned on by the possibilities. Of course, it didn’t take much longer for me to finally make my mind up and decide to try this out. Despite my immediate boner begging me to get the transformation started, I soon began to ponder who I could possibly want to be for a short while. Deciding to go body hunting, I grinned as I pulled up multiple social media apps in an attempt to find the perfect match for what I’m desiring.

After several minutes of endlessly scrolling through my feed, I finally came across a man that I’d definitely love to be. Looking at the photos belonging to the Australian hunk Royce Dunne, I couldn’t help but begin to fantasize myself with a body like his. Scrolling through his feed and staring at the man’s incredibly buff physique, I knew that I’d enjoy every moment with a body like that. Like c’mon now, just look at the man...

Given that Royce is from Australia, I know automatically that I didn’t want to swap bodies. The concept of finding myself in an entirely new country was incredibly daunting and immediately left me growing anxious. As I continued to think about that, I remembered that the man was straight with a wife and kids. I wasn’t a kid person and the concept of having to fake it with a woman was not a pleasing thought, so if I could avoid dealing with all of that, the better it would be for everyone. After a few more minutes of attempting to figure out other options of transformation, I came up with the plan to transform myself into a duplicate of the muscular jock.

With my mind made up, I decided to waste no more time and immediately began to transform myself into the stunning Royce. The changes started small, with my hair quickly changing in terms of style and color. Curious to see the changes, I fished my phone out of my pocket and stared in shock as each strand of hair grew a few shades darker. As the hair finishes changing, I feel a slight twinge of numbness shoot through my face. Immediately I begin to feel my face slightly reforming, as if my face was made of clay and slowly melting and drooping from the heat of an intense sun. With my free hand instinctively moving towards my face, I now realize how shocking it is to experience these changes first hand. Looking into the phone camera, I note the fact that my face thinning out and my nose is growing more and more pronounced by the second. As my hand continues to explore my evolving face, it’s strange how foreign and yet familiar the new arrangement on my face feels. 

After a few more minutes, I slowly begin to feel that twisting and contorting sensation disappear from my face. Looking closer at myself, I gasp as my face now looks exactly like Royce’s. Trying to find some amusement out of this change, I begin to squint into the camera, watching as the darker and more defined eyebrows move in tandem to my various expressions. Continuing to look around, I smile and watch the replicated face of Royce do the same in the camera. As I stare intensely at myself changing, I watch and chuckle as my facial hair quickly reforms as well. Each strand grows lighter until it takes on an almost ginger-like appearance as my facial hair magically shaves down until it’s a perfect match of the man’s trimmed look.

With my face now the complete spitting image of the fitness expert, the changes soon progress downwards. In response, I quickly take off my shirt as I can feel the changes begin to affect my neck and shoulders. By the time I’m able to rip my shirt off my body, it’s clear that my neck has grown thicker and my shoulders have now been completely decked out with insane muscles. “Oh damn” I say, chuckling as soon as I hear the Aussie voice coming out of my mouth. Looking down, I watch as my body continues its incredible change. With a smile on my face, I watch as my chubby body begins to immediately shrink down. Within seconds, any bit of flab completely melts away from my body and leaves a taut and thin frame in its place. 

Surprisingly, the changes smoothly occur, with the flab quickly dissipating from my body with no pain or any other noticeable sensations. 

As soon as this change finishes though, I grunt in pain as my body suddenly tenses up. I grit my teeth as sensations that I could only describe as resembling Charley horses rock my body. Based on my own ability to watch the changes occur to others, it’s clear to me that the muscle growth is most likely about to begin. My observations are then proven to be correct as I begin to feel my body inflate with muscle. The sensation the growth provides is strange, it felt almost as if my body was being inflated like a water balloon just under my epidermis. With this warm tingling sensation coursing through my body, I look down and chuckle as I watch thick pectorals make their proud appearance. Touching them gingerly, I grin widely as I feel the muscle and the newfound heft that it now brings to my once flabby chest.

After several attempts, I grow incredibly proud of myself as I’m eventually able to pop my pectorals. I laugh in response to my newfound ability, which causes a deep bellowing laugh to escape from my throat. Even if I didn’t get to a gym, this change was already worth it just to experience firsthand what my various subjects undergo. A deep tingle in the pit of my stomach causes me to stop admiring my chest and stare as abdominal muscles begin to push forth. Running my hands down my new muscular additions, my mind instantly visualizes travelling down cobblestone roads as my hands bump and wave across each muscle’s peaks and valleys. Finishing up the changes on my torso, I look down to my waistline and watch as the long-desired “v” of an Adonis belt manifests onto my new body.

Before the changes could progress further down, I feel the tingle permeate through my arms, indicating that these limbs would be the next to be changed. The magic wastes no time, as I stare wide-eyed as my hands grow thicker and my forearms widen out to make room for the new set of biceps that would surely be appearing on me soon. A searing pain strikes on my inner arm, which makes me jump up in pain and immediately tilt my limb to get a closer look at what’s going on. Upon looking at the area, I watch in awe as Royce’s tattoo begins to manifest onto my inner left arm. Once the tattoo finishes growing onto my body, I watch as my skin slightly grows tanner and loses the slightly pale complexion I once had. With these changes done, I watch in glee as my biceps finally begin to emerge, growing increasingly thicker by the minute. By the feeling that I was currently experiencing, I couldn’t believe the sensation of my biceps growing. It honestly felt as if my biceps were being inflated by a bike pump. With each corresponding pump, I felt my arms feel thicker and growing more and more uncomfortable. Upon getting to the point where my arms were seemingly at the verge of popping due to the tightness and stress, my biceps then grew wider to alleviate some pressure and allow for more growth to occur. This process continues incrementally until I’m left with an impressive set of biceps that I immediately throw up into a flex. Watching the muscle strain and the veins pop in response, I can’t help but grow incredibly aroused by the muscular being that I’m quickly becoming.

With my arms now matching my torso, the changes once again begin to progress downward, which is made abundantly clear as I feel waves of energy manifest around my crotch and legs. Underneath the fabric of my athletic shorts, it’s clear that my dick is undergoing some changes to match the jock’s. Peeking just underneath the waistband, I watch as it grows longer and slightly thicker as it becomes the seemingly spitting image of the 30 year old’s package. My thighs are the next to contort and change, as I watch my thick thighs begin to lose their heft. Of course, with the loss of the flab, intense sets of muscle soon replaces it. Turning my legs side to side in a weird attempt at a flex, I watch as the changes finish in my calves and I’m now the proud owner of an impressive set of muscular legs.

As my body finishes the big changes, a few more slight changes occur to help finish up my change. I watch as the thick dusting of body hair that covers my chest and torso begins to slightly disappear. Of course, my body remains slightly hairy, but it gains a new appearance that makes it clear that Royce was a big fan of trimming his body hair in certain places. Luckily, I’m happy to see that my pectorals were spared from the trimming. However, I can’t help but silently mourn for the body hair I lost. If I stay in this body for a long time, I’m sure that I’d want to really let that body hair grow freely.

Now that my body hair has changed, it’s clear that the transformation has completed and I am now (in terms of body) Royce Dunne. Sitting up from my chair, I stare around the room and take note of the fact that I’m now a few inches taller than what I once was. Despite the slight change, this gain along with my new physique leaves me slightly disoriented as I try to comprehend and figure out how to find my new center of gravity. Upon taking a moment to compose myself, I walk out onto my patio, eager for some fresh air.

Standing there, I catch my breath and smile as I’m now able to see my new body in broad daylight. Looking down at my body immediately leaves me incredibly turned on by my new physique. Of course, it’s no shock that I find myself getting rapidly hard in response to this admiration. However, I decide against taking care of my throbbing boner as I remember the whole point of this transformation. Despite how much I personally enjoy everything about my new body, I remind myself that this is a mission to help me better learn about the gym lifestyle and how to really workout. Remembering this fact, my mind grows determined to explore and leave this place so I can check out what exactly my body can do now.

Quickly throwing on a shirt, I head out and go to the gym right down the street from my place. Upon entering and staring at the various men and women working out, I grow slightly anxious about not seeming like a complete novice. However, upon looking down, my mind reminds me that I clearly don’t have the appearance of a novice. As a result, I should be able to steer clear from any cocky jocks and their judgmental backhanded comments. Heading into the locker room, I drop off my bag and exit towards the gym floor to explore what this body is capable of.

Luckily, I soon find my body moving on seemingly autopilot as muscle memory begins to play a role. Upon finding an empty space in the gym, I decide to start off simple and then build in terms of intensity. As a result, I begin with a few sets of squats, hiding my smile as I feel myself doing this with ease. Despite previously having some leg muscle in my real body from my previous years of playing soccer and tennis, it’s shocking just how much better I’m able to perform with this body. In fact, I even lose count of my squats and just keep doing them until I feel like I’ve had enough.

Standing up completely, I let out a deep breath and smile as I take a sip of water and eagerly get back to working out. Due to this body being on autopilot, it allows me to essentially observe what I’m doing from a weird academic lens as if I’m getting an incredible one-on-one session. Looking behind me, I take note of the barbell that was seemingly already racked yet left by another lazy patron. Staring at the weights, I take note of how much weight was racked and ponder whether I’d be able to do it or not. With my old body, it was certain that I would have never been able to do this, but with this new body, there’s quite the possibility that I could. 

Deciding to be a bit adventurous and try to make use of someone else’s laziness, I head over to it and feel my body automatically go into place to take the correct form. With no time left to waste, my hands latch onto the bar and pull it up, growing surprised at how this body was able to lift the heavy bar with ease. Upon pulling it up to my chest, my hands naturally find a new position and I watch as I drop the bar onto the ground. Hearing the large crash into the ground, a few people turn and stare at me, but their looks of worry turn into looks of admiration as I continue to repeat the same process for several cycles.

After finishing several sets of this routine, I’m eager and growing more and more excited to push this body to its limits. Finding a setup with some tall bars, I quickly jump up to it and begin to do pull ups. Despite the clear knowledge showcased by this body’s muscles, I’m still incredibly shocked as I pull up with ease and watch my body shoot up and down around the bar. Looking side to side, I watch my thick biceps bulge with each repetition as my body soon begins to grow sweaty due to the intensity of my workout. 

When my arms begin to grow weaker, I finally jump off of the bar and stop for the time being. After getting some water, I begin to walk around the gym to try and catch my breath and take a small break. As I stroll around, I take note of the various people working out and a new discovery is quickly revealed. With each person I pass, I find myself looking at their form and workout style and mentally correcting their form or thinking about what areas their body could improve in. Taking a second after making this new discovery, I grow quite stunned at how this body is also giving me workout knowledge other than simple muscle memory. Despite this new information gain, I try to remember various personal details of my real life to make sure I’m still myself. After running through a small list, it’s clear that I’m still me, which is quite the relief.

Looking back around the gym, I continue to walk around and observe the various gym goers and figure out what each individual should do to help give them the perfect physique. After finally catching my breath, I head towards the locker room and grab a new set of clothes before taking a quick shower. Despite the immediate appearance of my hardened dick as I undress and see my sweaty body, I continue to ignore it for the time being and step into the shower. Once I’m done, I twist the knob and turn the water off. As I step out and wrap the towel around my taut waist, I begin to walk towards my locker past the various other guys. Interestingly enough, as I walk I’m able to notice several interesting looks that the men in the locker room give to me. Many guys are clearly jealous, giving me angry looks as the water glistens off of my buff body. However, many guys are giving a different look, which was clearly a look of lust and admiration. Regardless, each man is looking at my impressive body intensely as I pass them by and head towards my locker. Once I reach it, I look at them and give a simple wave as I try to stay on good terms with both the lustful men and the jealous ones.

As I drop my towel to start getting dressed, I can feel the intense sets of eyes belonging to both camps of men dart to me. The jealous men only grow more angry when they see my completely built body while the lustful men attempt to contain themselves as they see my naked body turning around as I slowly put my clothes on. Once I’m dressed, I look towards them and offer up a simple “See ya” and head out towards the entrance of the gym.

However, as I pass through the door and into the lobby, I quickly stop myself as my eyes encounter a tacked up piece of paper on a bulletin board. Looking at it, I read a note from the gym stating that they’re looking for a personal trainer at the gym. Upon reading the details of the job and the salary, I begin to grow excited. Not only would this job allow me to display my muscular body nonstop, but it would also allow me to help people with the breadth of knowledge that Royce’s body gave to me. Of course, this would mean that I’d have to stay as Royce for quite a while, but I think I’m more than willing to have this form for a little while longer. He’s quite the stud, so it would be hot to wake up as this hulking jock every day. Plus, this experience will allow me to grow into a better writer, so with each passing minute, I find it increasingly hard to find any real faults to this plan. Heading towards the front desk, I flash a smile as I encounter the young receptionist. “So, where do I apply for this personal trainer job?”

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Becoming... A Cocky Jock

Upon pressing the send button and releasing your request into my magical inbox, you shiver as a slight chill runs through your entire body. Looking around, you watch as your surroundings grow blurry and distorted through your vision. You rub your eyes, thinking it’s some sort of side effect of sleep deprivation after staying up past 3 AM to send this specific request. One-by-one, you watch as items from your bedroom vanish from existence, leaving your room becoming less and less crowded. This process continues for about 30 seconds until you’re left in an empty room sitting in a desk chair. Like wrapping paper, the four walls that surround are then peeled away and a bright light rushed in and consumed you.

As you feel the searing bright light begin to disappear, you crack open your eyes, watching as reality begins to reassemble itself. Instead of a desk, you find yourself now situated at a round black picnic table. The small bedroom you once were in grows bigger as you suddenly find yourself outside in an empty field (sans the black picnic table). The heat instantly hits you, causing you to fan yourself and pray for some relief from the intense sunbeams. Your prayers are soon answered as roofing begins to emerge and connects to the several posts that manifest and push up to the sky like daisies. With this roofing now finished, you watch as a few more picnic tables are sprinkled under the pavilion and finalize your new reality.

Looking around in disbelief, you wonder where you are and why you’re suddenly outside. Your eyes glance down towards your phone, causing you to take a double take as you peer at the reflection in the screen. Instead of your normal face staring back at you, the face of a different guy is reflected back at you. “Holy shit!” you said, your lips puckering up as you continue to stare at your new face. Hell, even your new voice was different, replacing your normal voice with a deep baritone that seemed ill-fitting on this body. Despite not being interested in guys, you could appreciate the beauty of your new form.

Sliding open your phone with FaceID, you pull open your weather app to find your location. Upon looking at the sunny weather with 0% chance of precipitation, you soon realize that you’ve now found yourself in the wonderful city of Los Angeles. While most people would be in utter shock, you felt strangely excited about the possibilities. It was clear to you that this change was a product of your wish request, so you felt no desire to really sweat anything.

With no real idea what to do and an innate desire to explore your new body, you quickly pulled out your wallet from your short pockets and grabbed your ID. While fishing for it, you grabbed a set of car keys as well, which left you chuckling given that you hadn’t been able to drive back during your old life. With a grin on your face, you got up from the seat and walked to the parking lot, using the lock button on the key fob to show you the new car you had. After entering it, you drove off towards your new place of residence. Upon arriving at an apartment complex, you began to mount the stairs and quickly unlocked the door to the apartment indicated on your license.

Walking into the apartment, you were impressed by the large living space you now possessed. Despite not being too incredibly buff in this new body, your apartment was decorated in décor that promoted working out and living a healthy lifestyle. You chuckled to yourself, wondering what exactly the mysterious Soul-Controls had planned for you. Based on your apartment's design, it seemed like you were going to get your wish of being buff one way or another.

Thinking about yourself growing buff and muscular, you couldn’t help but find yourself growing hard at the thought. Both wanting to explore your body and also unleash this increasingly erotic experience, you began to strip out of your clothes and enter your bedroom. Falling back onto the bed, it didn’t take long before you were running your hands up and down your impressive equipment. This process continued off and on for the rest of the night, allowing you to take breaks to explore various parts of the apartment and different sections of your new body as well. As you soon came and grew tired, you made a plan to explore a local gym as the chapter closed on the first day of your new life.

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The next morning, you quickly showered and got dressed as you prepared for a fun day at the gym. Looking for any indication of where to go for a workout, your eyes wandered to your car keys. Staring at the keychain and the few tags hooked onto it, you smiled as you caught a gym membership tag belonging to a gym that was only a block away from you. With a pep in your step, you bounded down the stairs and walked down the street and into the gym.

As you entered, you were shocked to be greeted with a warm smile from the two receptionists at the front of the gym. “Hey Justin, go right in!” they said, which both made you shocked and surprised. It seemed that you were a popular gym goer based on their reactions, it was just a shame that you didn’t have a body to showcase that determination. On top of that, it was really surprising to hear them refer to you by the new name assigned to this body and life. It was the first time anyone had ever directly addressed you, so it led your words to stumble as you at first attempted to correct them. “That’s not my-, oh uh, hey there guys!” you said, catching yourself and just trying to walk into the gym and avoid any confusion on their parts.

After quickly changing into a tank top and shorts, you headed out onto the gym floor and tried to decide what to workout today. Looking down at your body, you stared at your exposed arms and decided some arm workouts would be a valid choice. After finding a machine, you began a series of lateral pulldowns and struggled to handle the weight that was already setup on it. However, to your surprise, you soon found yourself feeling less strain with each pull. Looking out and towards the glass-covered mirrors, you began to inspect your body and watch your fledgling body somehow doing this workout with ease.

However, as you continued to stare, your eyes focused in on your arms as you began to notice a weird ripple shutter across both limbs. Staring in confusion, your eyes went from a narrowed glare to wide as you could actually watch your arms inflating. Yes, with each passing pulldown, your arms were growing thicker and gaining musculature that you could have only dreamed of. Inch by inch, your biceps grew thicker and thicker, causing an enthusiastic smile to spread on your face. Clearly, the magic you had wished for had finally kicked in and was able to transform you with every machine you used.

You continued to pull on the machine, the inflation like a drug leaving you eager to keep going. By this point, your forearms had grown much thicker as well, giving you an impressive set of arms. However, this wasn’t the only change that your body endured, as evident by the widening set of lats blooming on each side of your body. “Oh wow” you muttered under your breath, your body continuing to grow thicker and thicker under your control.

After several sets on this machine, you soon decided that this was enough growth for you at this current time. Based on how this magic was working, you just had to step onto this machine again and you could continue this growth. However, since this was already much more than you had ever had, you decided it was best to stop now and savor the growth (despite how much you desired to keep growing).

Sitting up, you shook your limbs, feeling the thick muscles bulge out and bounce as you moved around the gym. Despite gaining several pounds of muscle exclusively in your lats and biceps, people seemed as though nothing had changed. Given that you had no one to really react to your growth, you grew bummed. However, this allowed you to come up with a clever idea. Since only you realize the changes that your body undergoes, you might as well space out the changes to revel in those changes. After heading into the locker room, you quickly peeled off sweaty tank and caught a sight of yourself in the mirror. It was rather comical to see your huge arms attached to such a small and average body, but you weren’t feeling embarrassed in any way. In fact, you had this weird fire burning within you as you stared at yourself. Usually, you weren’t big on personal vanity, but incredible pride was beginning to cloud your mind. Now, you couldn’t stop thinking about just how magnificent those arms of yours were and how you couldn’t wait until you had a body that would perfectly fit these thick biceps.

As you began to move your arms and watch thick muscle bulge out from different positions, you couldn’t help but feel yourself growing hard by the sight of your new body. In fact, you were giving into the desire as well, slowly moving your hand down beneath your shorts until…

BAM! The sound of a locker slamming shut startled you and broke you out of your self-indulgent admiration. Looking around to make sure that no one caught you almost grabbing your dick in the locker room, you blushed in slight embarrassment, grabbed your gym bag, and exited out of the locker room. Waving goodbye to the blonde receptionist that greeted you this morning, you couldn’t help but notice the way she was staring at you… It seemed like she was into you, especially after today’s growth. Earlier, she just seemed friendly, but the eyes she made at you indicated a new desire beyond just simple friendship. Curious to possibly explore this later, you made a plan to come back in a few days and try out some new machines and get some more growth.

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After enjoying a few days of staying home and enjoying the growth you’d gained in your arms, you soon decided it was time to undergo some more changes. Entering the gym, you smirked at the blonde receptionist once more, where a wide smile spread across her face. Enjoying the attention, a cocky grin overtook your face as you entered the locker room and changed into your workout clothes. Still proud of your impressive arms, you opted to wear yet another tank top along with a pair of shorts. Walking out to the gym, you quickly opted to go for the second most revealed part of your body: your small legs.

Hopping onto a leg press machine, you wasted no time beginning to work out. You chuckled as you began to push your legs to their limits, knowing that soon there will be no limit for you. The magic of your request seemed to time its arrival just as you thought about this fact. With a tingle that caused the skin across your legs to ripple, you now knew that the magic was underway and helping you grow.

With vigor, you continued to press against the machine, noticing just how easier the machine was getting for you. Looking down, you watched as your thin legs began to widen to make way for the musculature now beginning to invade the puny limbs. Your thighs began to thicken, causing you to readjust your legs to make room for the continued growth.

Finally, you could feel a tingle in your calves as they gained an impressive set of muscles that would clearly allow you to sprint up your apartment stairs and down the busy city streets with ease. The concepts of jogs sounded more and more appealing now knowing that you had a prime setup for them.

Despite assuming that the changes would end there, you soon began to feel a tingle in your ass as you continued to work out. As you sat there, you chuckled as you felt your ass begin to inflate slowly. With each passing repetition, your ass ratcheted up just a few millimeters as you gained a globular and buff ass. With this change now complete, you got off the machine and decided that was enough growth for the day. Standing up, you stared into the mirrored walls and took a glance at your new physique. It was incredibly impressive, especially paired with the thick arms you possessed. Your body was looking more and more muscular, which only led to you feeling more intimidating.

Immediately upon this thought, your brain begins to go on autopilot as you begin to make a series of poses in front of the mirrors. You flexed your arms, giving them a time to shine before moving your attention to your legs. Putting one further out, you pulled up your shorts slightly and stared at the impressive muscles you now had. In no time, you were turning yourself into a real beast of a gym-goer. While most people would be concerned about these poses coming so seemingly natural, you couldn’t give less of a shit. Your body was built and these poses just showed off what you had always known. Hell, you were Justin “The Beast” Lin, the most intimidating guy in this gym. Men were intimidated by you and the women were constantly thirsting over you, it was only natural for such a fine specimen like yourself.

With a twinkle of cockiness now almost permanently found in your eyes, you headed off to the gym and stripped down to change. Looking around, you stared at the fellow male gym-goers, many of them giving you annoyed stares while several had a look of jealousy transfixed onto their faces. You chuckled and smirked as you continued to change in the middle of the gym. After you put on your new clothes, you grabbed your bag and began to head towards the day. Looking back at the men still staring at you, you smirked at them. “Jealous much boys? How about you go pump some iron rather than continuing to check me out huh?” you said, giving them a cocky wink as you headed out and towards the reception desk.

Your eyes met with the blonde receptionist, who now had a different expression than a few days prior. Now, the woman had lustful eyes that showcased every inch of desire she had for you. “Hey babe, how about dinner? 8 PM at my place?” you said, winking at the blonde who rapidly nodded her head. “Great, see you then…” you continued, your voice going into a deep hearty tone that leaves her swooning. Looking back one more time, your eyes look her up and down one last time before you exit the building and head back home to prepare for an interesting night…

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Becoming... A Cocky Jock - Part II

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It had been two days since your last visit at the gym, but that didn’t necessarily mean that you weren’t having any workouts. As you got up on your feet and looked back at the sleeping blonde laying on the other side of the bed, it was clear that you were having a great time with this new life. For these past few days, you have allowed the woman to take care of your every desire, both sexually and in terms of general needs. If you weren’t in the mood to cook, she jumped at the opportunity to serve you a home-cooked meal that wouldn’t leave a lasting effect on your waistline. You couldn’t deny it, the woman was a wonderful cook. Although, you had to confess that the special kind of dessert she served underneath your bed sheets was the best part of it all. The woman was a bombshell, which when tied with your increased libido, had led to several restless nights involving hours of passionate love-making. 

You especially loved it when she felt your buff body up, her well-manicured nails running along the muscular biceps and thick thighs you now possessed. Sure, the sensation was wonderful to experience, but it turned you on to see just how small her hands looked when feeling up such an impressive physique. It left you eager to continue the growth, so after enjoying these two days, you soon found yourself getting ready to head back into the gym to continue your changes.

Before you left, you woke up the woman in your bed to inform her of your departure. “See you later babe, I gotta go workout...” you said, your voice in a husky growl as you said goodbye. She looked up at you, your body clad in a white t-shirt and some red pants. “Hope to see you later tonight. I’d love to fuck that amazing bod of yours again…” you said, causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl at the compliment. You were domineering and based on her reaction, she loved that about you. Hell, even you were enjoying this new growing personality, especially given that you used to be much more timid.

Not wanting to waste time, you quickly headed out, grabbing a hat and pacing down the stairs with increased haste. The best thing about the growth in your legs was just how much easier it was for you to descend down those several flights of stairs. It made it impossible for you to ever be late for any meeting with any gym friends or the girl who was seemingly your girlfriend now (even though a voice at the back of your head stated that there was no desire to give a title to it). 

Now working like a cog in a machine, you quickly gained the gist of working out and went right onto the gym floor and began to workout. You did a few repetitions of some leg and arm workouts, just to feel an incremental increase in strength begin to appear in your four limbs. However, now your desire was aimed at getting a set of pectorals and abs that would match the rest of your buff body.

To start, you first hopped onto a pec deck machine, grinning wildly as you gave into the temptation of growing your body once more. That all familiar tingle rushed against your chest as you wasted no time putting in the hard work. You couldn’t help but look down with each passing repetition, waiting and practically salivating for your flat chest to finally fill out and give you some prominent pectorals.

This wish is soon granted as you begin to watch them grow with every exhale from your heaving chest, small incremental changes pushing muscle out to your personal glee. Staring down, you watched as muscle flooded into your chest quickly as you suddenly gained a chest that could rival that of a teenage girl. But you weren’t going to stop at some simple pectorals, you wanted something impressive to showcase just how manly and stunning you were. So, the reps continued, muscle continuing to grow as your chest attempted to make room for the growth. To your surprise, you watched as your nipples soon began to point downward as your chest grew so buff and inflated. 

Deciding to take a break, you stopped your workout and moved your hands towards your chest. Running your hands against it, you were chuckling with narcissist admiration at the curved chest you now possessed. Squeezing it and feeling the thick muscle underneath, you were ecstatic about just how amazing you looked and felt.

Wasting no time, you set down a gym mat and peeled off your shirt due to your eagerness to see this next part. Laying onto the mat, you began to crank out a series of crunches and other core workouts as that tingle manifested once more. With each passing crunch, you looked down and watched as your torso grew tight and lost practically all of its body fat. With a weird tingle, you watched as abs popped into existence one-by-one until you were left with almost a fully defined eight-pack. Luckily, you knew you could make an eight-pack a reality later if you desired it.

Standing back up, you looked up and stared at your new sweaty body displayed in the mirrored walls. You felt like a god and your body was a prime example of why you felt this way. Your ego was also inflating with each additional muscle growth, but you felt no need to worry. It felt normal to you, to you it made sense to feel like this. After years of wanting to be bigger, you were blessed with a gift that gave you the chance to do just that at your own pace. Continuing to look at your own reflection, toxic masculine emotions began to overtake your mind as well, with your levels of rage increasing along with your libido and narcissism.

Stepping out and towards the locker room, a fellow gym-goer made the mistake of accidentally bumping into you. “The fuck’s the matter with you?” you growled, your mind instantly jumping to defense mode to any man who you feared to try to invalidate your manliness. Despite the man profusely apologizing and trying to calm you down, you were having none of it. “If you ever do that again, I won’t hesitate to fuck you up. Understand?” you continued as you put your hefty arms up and grabbed onto the man’s shoulders. He shook his head rapidly, which allowed you to watch just how fearful he was of you. “Fuck yeah, he should be afraid…” you thought to yourself, but this thought had a strange ripple effect. At this point, that original personality of yours was desperate to regain control and that thought was the catalyst to prevent you from being completely consumed with the alpha cocky jock persona. 

Shaking your head and allowing your real persona to return back into dominance, you looked up at the guy and apologized for your behavior. “Sorry man, I don’t know what came over me a second ago... I think I need to go eat something…” you said, attempting to smile to try and show that you weren’t mad at the man. The man himself grew confused, shaking his head and just saying a simple “Ok” as he left. 

Heading into the locker room, you began to realize that these workouts are actually having some sort of mental effect on you. As a double-edged sword, you realized that you were able to gain the body you wanted, but with each passing workout, the ever-growing persona of a cocky jock was attempting to fully take over your mind and turn you into a walking stereotype. In fear, you quickly rushed into the locker room and grabbed your stuff before fleeing the premises. “Maybe it’s best to take a break from the gym…” you said under your breath as you walked back to your apartment and made plans to try and go out and explore the town with the lady friend staying at your apartment.

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It had been a week or so since your last gym visit, but during that time, you had been having a good time exploring Los Angeles and going on dates with Shelby, the receptionist from the gym. She had enjoyed the romantic efforts you went through to try and apologize for that cocky persona that had made its appearance off and on during their last couple of days together.

You had enjoyed the time away from the gym as well because it just allowed you to enjoy your body in the privacy of your own home. Also, it seemed like the changes were set in stone upon each visit to the gym. Despite being a fairly healthy individual, these past few days had allowed you to indulge more on junk food and desserts than one with this physique would normally expect. However, despite expecting some sort of weight gain to occur, your weight remained stationary at the same weight it had been for days now. 

In fact, you were beginning to enjoy the possibility of never having to step foot in a gym again to avoid the threat of that persona taking you over. Despite deciding to meet Shelby at the gym after her shift ends so you could go to a late night movie, you refused to step foot inside of the building. So there you were, on a late Friday night just leaning against the building and waiting for her arrival. However, to your surprise, the desire to step foot inside was only increasing the longer you were standing near it. The energy of the gym was pulling you in and you were attempting to put up a good fight. The alluring concept of growing bigger and buffer was still swirling around your mind, but you attempted to keep pushing the thought away. You knew the risk and you didn’t want to give into that intense desire..

You shut your eyes, groaning as the thoughts began to grow too much to take. You begged for it to stop so you could just live your life in peace. However, instead of the thoughts disappearing, you felt a cacophony of inner voices cheering and pushing you in. Opening your eyes, you gasped as you found yourself back inside the gym. You attempted to turn out and run away, but your feet refused to move towards the door. In fact, your feet began to move elsewhere: towards the locker room. You groaned and struggled to resist, but it was no use. The gym was pulling you in and you were now stuck under the magic of the gym and the desires of your body.

Heading into the room, your body moves robotically as you take off your clothes and put in a spare set of clothes that you left in your locker. A tight white compression shirt is pulled over your head, causing you to look down and see how it perfectly displays your bulky frame as it tightly wraps around your muscles. Your automated body removes your jeans and pulls on a pair of grey shorts, which once in place, cause your body to begin to walk out of the locker room.

With this complete, you begin to walk out onto the gym floor and sit down on the first machine you can find. Your eyes glance into the reflective walls, where you watch as your body instinctively flexes and your biceps bulge against the fabric. Based on what’s going on, it seemed clear to you that you were able to become your worst nightmare: a dumb, gym-obsessed cocky jock. Giving up your resistance, you groaned as all sorts of knowledge soon began to evaporate from your mind to better fit this new life. An intensive career in computers and IT faded away as you gain the memories of being a college drop-out that decided to devote his parents’ saved tuition money into gym memberships and protein powder instead. “But at least I look fucking stunning…” you thought, which caused you to feel devastated as you could feel the cocky persona beginning to overtake your mind completely now. 

In a strange mix of your body being under auto-pilot while this new persona was slowly gaining control, you began to workout on several machines. With each passing set, more information was being rewritten to accommodate your new life. Gone was the concept of monogamy, no, a cocky jock like you didn’t subscribe to that kind of lifestyle. You had your desires and not just one woman could satisfy your needs. You were a womanizer and you loved that about yourself. The women also seemed to like it as well, willing to be one of several side pieces if it meant being close to a gym stud like you. 

Continuing to get up and try out all of the possible machines, your body was continuing to inflate with muscles that were beginning to defy the limits of your tight white shirt. This was the least of your concerns though, as each machine just brought with it a new morsel of information to help you adapt to your new life. Sitting down at a bench press, your vocabulary was rewritten to adapt a more leisurely and bro-like vernacular. With each press up and down, your biceps continued to inflate, threatening to tear the fabric apart at the seams. These changes also occurred at your pectorals as well, growing thicker and wider as they began to tug against the fabric in another direction.

Your head was practically empty from all previous recollections of your past life, but still a few morsels of info remained that were unable to be rewritten. However, before you could even begin to wonder what those random thoughts in your head were, a loud rip broke your concentration and led you to quickly drop the barbell and sit up. With this quick motion pulling you forward, you watched as the white shirt ripped into tatters and barely clung onto your body. In shock, many people looked at you in disbelief at the ripped state of your shirt. However, you weren’t fazed in the slightest, in fact, you were actually turned on. With a slight tug, your muscles allowed you to rip the tattered shirt off your body and reveal the incredibly buff and inflated physique that was now permanently yours. “Fuck yeah bro, I look fucking incredible!” you said, your voice looking any resemblance of intelligence as it gained a strange vapidness that worked well with your new body. You let out a deep chuckle as you ran your hands against your buff physique, the stares of your fellow gym-goers not mattering in the slightest anymore.

Heading off to the locker room, you wasted no time trying to intimidate several of the guys and flirting with several of the girls. Looking away from one of the girls, you caught sight of that receptionist Shelby staring at you in disbelief and anger. Watching her turn her back and walk away stomping, you chuckled at her sadness. It was always disappointing when a girl thinks they can tie you down like that. “A buff god like me deserves total free reign…” you thought to yourself as you continued to flirt and gain a stack of numbers to call up anytime you were needing to get off (which was more often than one would expect).

Heading into the locker room, you decided to make a plan to head out onto the town. You had no job beyond being a personal trainer, so despite wanting to be in the gym 24/7, you knew that it would be good to go out and explore every once in a while. Putting on a Lakers jersey, you grabbed your stuff and began to exit the locker room. However, before you exit, you catch a sight of a poster on the gym. On it, it’s promoting some sort of travelling set of personal trainers that are offering free training sessions. Looking closely into the poster, you can’t help but feel like one of the guys looks familiar. This guy on the middle right with the facial hair and hairy chest, you couldn’t help but feel as though… he was one of your writer friends? 

You shook your head at the thought, knowing there was no way that you could have been friends with this guy. “I would never be friends with a guy as weak as him…” you said with a chuckle. Although, the concept of attending this free meeting was intriguing to you. Though it wasn’t for the fact of actually gaining some tips, it was the concept of being able to show off his body to these guys and especially show off to that one guy who looked familiar to you that was so appealing. Still though, you couldn’t get the idea that you knew this guy out of your head. This was just like that one dream you had a few nights about being an average guy wishing to be super buff. Ever since that day, you’ve had this constant nagging thought that this wasn’t a dream, but that doesn’t make any sense. You had no idea why you would ever dream of something like this, especially with such a wonderful life like this. Everything was great and you practically had life by the balls. The world was yours to dominate and you were adamant about making that a reality.

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