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Full Body Devo
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Dustin?” the tubby black angus asked as he shifted his hooves nervously and looked up at the gym sign again. The words CRO-MAGNON DEVO flickered red and yellow in the evening light. “I’m not really that big of a lifter. You know that. And I really don’t need another round of slights thrown my way for my horn size.” The shoulder strap on his gym bag creaked as he wrung it, and another puff of dust rose from the old burlap as it smacked against his waist.
“Charles, if we don’t, we may never find out what happened to Ben in the first place,” Dustin replied. His pale white skin was evidence of the lack of outdoor activity in his life, but he’d managed to at least maintain a certain amount of fitness with a lean figure and well-toned muscle. A slightly darker shade of blue switched with lighter tones in intermittent stripes that stretched like rungs down his shirt, highlighting the definition he’d put into his pectorals. A pair of simple black shorts complemented the shirt and rounded out the overall gym look he was going for. A mop of voluminous brown hair framed his young face, giving him an almost boyish appearance. The blue in his shirt contrasted with the hazel in his eyes, which seemed almost to glow with determination as he glared at the gym. “I can teach you the basics. And besides that, Ben invited us here. He still likes us on some level. Otherwise, he would have cut ties altogether. And if he still likes us, then he won’t take anyone making fun of you either.” He reached up and patted the broad-shouldered bull comfortingly on the back.
“Let’s just … get this over with,” Charles said. He snorted nervously as he raised his bag over a shoulder. His dress shirt strained against his stomach as they passed through the door, and his dress slacks raised more than a few skeptical eyebrows from exiting patrons.
The two friends suddenly found themselves positively crushed by two titanic arms as a deep voice growled out in an exultant laugh. “Guys, you made it!”
“Grip … too tight,” Dustin gasped.
“Can’t … breathe,” Charles finished in a greeting as old as their friendship.
The arms released their grip and the laughter rumbled through the two friends as they stared at a towering tan-furred cat with a thick lantern jaw and scruffy hair that seemed almost to blend in with his fur coat. The feline was bare-chested with a set of tight-fitting compression shorts to help wick away any sweat from below. Two frigid ice-blue eyes stared them down, even as Ben smiled warmly, exposing his sharp canines. “Man, did I miss that sass,” he boomed as he curled an arm around either friend’s shoulder. “These guys are fun enough to lift with, but it’s just not the same without someone you really know, ya know?”
“Yo, Ben!” A massive Bengal tiger in a tight-fitting forest-green singlet thudded up to the trio. “Get your ass back on the floor. Class is about to start!”
“In a minute, Pad! I’ve gotta get my friends settled in first.”
The Bengal eyed the pair and licked his lips. “New meat, hmm?”
“I told you I’d bring some new blood, didn’t I?” For a moment, Ben’s smile flickered into a wicked sneer and Pad smirked.
“We’ll see if they have what it takes.”
Ben smacked his forehead and the flicker was gone. “Man, I can’t believe I’m so stupid! Guys, this here’s Padaavanati. You can see why we just call him Pad.”
The tiger shrugged. “It’s simpler that way, and I like simple.”
“Pad here’s the gym’s owner, and one of the best damned trainers a man could ask for.”
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Pad said. Dustin shuddered at the slight prick from the feline’s claws as Pad seized his hand in his much larger mitt. The tiger’s eyes seemed inquiring, almost probing. He held that gaze for a few moments as he searched Dustin’s face. Then Pad bore his fangs in an unsettling grin. “Yes, I think we’ll get along very well.”
Charles did his best to maintain a neutral expression as he took the tiger’s hand in his own. The two were somewhat closer in height, but the sheer predatory presence was enough to get the bull’s heart racing. His nostrils flared instinctively as he took in the tiger’s scent. He squeezed. “We’re looking forward to seeing how you work. If you could do that much to Ben, I wonder what you could do for me.”
“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?” The tiger’s smile was smug as he tightened his grip on Charles’ hand. Surprisingly enough, the bull didn’t let go, despite the shaking in his arm.
“Yes, we will.” Charles furrowed his brow as he glared up at the tiger.
Ben coughed uncomfortably. “He’ll be needing that hand, Pad.”
Pad let go, albeit reluctantly, and Charles nursed his hand as he worked out the pain.
“You’ll find the lockers through those doors over there. We can talk paperwork after your sessions. I like to give my customers a taste of their future, before they sign on.” Pad sneered again. “I haven’t had a refusal yet.”
“You go ahead and get changed, Charles. I’ll take Dustin to the floor for class. You just have to follow the markers. Rentals are in the back.” Ben leaned over to wrap his arm around Dustin’s shoulder. “Man, you’re gonna have a blast here, I’m telling you….” he said as he led Dustin over towards the main floor.
“Will you require any assistance, Charles?” Pad asked with that same infuriating smirk.
“No, thank you,” Charles said coldly as he turned aside. A large water fountain stood next to a massive entry hall divided by two guiding lines, one setting out a path in bright green, the other in a deep scarlet. He took the left entrance, only to smack into a much taller and well-built elephant with thick eyebrows and a dusting of hairs along his body. A tight white tank top and massive pair of workout shorts held firmly to his sculpted waist and jutting pectorals.
“Watch where you’re going!” he snarled. “This is the exit, newbie. Follow the lines.” He shoved Charles unapologetically, then sounded a loud trumpet through his trunk to vent his frustration. A muffled conversation followed that sounded more like grunts and growls than it did a proper discussion. Then the ground shook with the elephant’s angry steps as Pad stepped around the corner to pull the bull up.
“I was about to say you should stick to the green. You can see why. My more … passionate patrons are a little rough around the edges. Follow the track to the back of the locker room. You’ll see the kiosk there for key dispersal. Just follow the lines and obey the instructions to the letter. You’ll be all right.”
Charles glared at the tiger for a short while, then let out a grudging, “Thanks,” as he turned and entered the locker room.
Padaavanati chuckled as he turned to walk towards the gym’s main floor and the waiting class. “Don’t thank me just yet, little bull.” He licked his lips as his eyes flashed and his hands cracked slightly as they expanded with muscle and sinew. His claws shot out, and he cracked his neck as he bore sharper, thicker teeth in a feral grin. “Not yet.”
“Here.” Ben tossed a bottle to Dustin. “The workouts here can get pretty intense. Better to run on a full tank.” Then he pulled out his own bottle and started squirting a brown liquid into his mouth.
“What is this stuff?” Dustin asked.
“New pre-workout mix. It’s good stuff, really helps prime the pump. I found it just before I switched gyms.”
“Did Padaa–pa–pa–”
“Dude, it’s just Pad. Trust me, it’s a lot easier that way,” Ben chuckled, then took another drag from his bottle.
“Well, did he turn you onto it?”
“Nah. Found it on my own.” He shrugged. “You know how into keeping fit I am. The supplement seemed legit, I tried it, and here I am. It’s not the only thing that helped me bulk up, but it sure was a factor.” He chuckled as he planted his bottle on a bench and smacked his free hand against a tensed bicep. “And I can’t really argue with the results. Nah. I think it was really the gym change that started things for me.” He shrugged again. “That is why you guys came here, isn’t it?”
Dustin blushed. “That obvious?”
“You, I could understand coming, but I know Charles. That man wouldn’t go anywhere near a gym, if his life depended on it. Too many body image issues. I’m a construction worker, Dustin, not stupid.” Then he smiled softly. “I really appreciate the concern, though. I meant it, when I said I missed you guys.”
“What happened to you there, anyways? You used to be one of the best accountants in the business. Why’d you shift to manual?”
Ben shrugged. “I was tired of crunching numbers all the time. It’s mind-numbing work, Dustin. I felt too cooped up. And besides that, it was tough balancing between the hours at work and my personal life. Now I’ve got union protections, all the sun I could ask for, and a body that would make most of my fellow coworkers jealous. Sure, I’ll take the occasional booking request from time to time, but this actually makes me happier.” He shrugged. “Don’t really know why. It just … does. I guess it’s just … simpler. No office politics, no throwing people under the bus, no managers breathing down my neck. I work, talk with the guys about whatever’s on our minds, and we all get the job done. It’s sort of like a pack, I guess, or a pride.” He shrugged again. “That’s just how it is.”
“And you don’t mind it?”
“Not in the slightest.” He chuckled again. “I guess you could say I’m living the dream. Being a barbarian in real life is kinda sweet,” he said with a mischievous wink. “You should try it.”
“Ha ha. Very funny, Ben.” Dustin rolled his eyes. “But seriously, man, you’ve been way too distant with us lately. You hardly answer our calls, you’ve flaked on most of our campaigns. You’re basically like a ghost. You really expect us not to worry about you, after that?”
“I’m not that bad, am I?”
“Five months of no contact, followed by an out of the blue invitation to join you at the gym. Yeah, totally not bad at all.”
“I was away at another site. What did you expect me to do, book a roundtrip ticket back here for the night, then fly back out as soon as we finished?”
“You could’ve at least texted us.”
“I was in another time zone. I didn’t want to risk waking you guys up.”
Dustin sighed as he took a few swigs from his bottle. “I guess some things never change.”
Ben smacked Dustin on the back and smiled apologetically as Dustin winced from the force of the blow. “Come on. Class is about to start.”
The gym had grown surprisingly quiet. The heavy clank of weights and familiar grunts had died away to leave only the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional grunt or jab between friends as they stood on the main floor on a set of mats in front of a big set of studio mirrors.
“Does everyone stop for these classes?” Dustin asked.
“Yeah.” Ben grunted as he stretched his back and torso, before shifting to his legs. “Don’t know why it works, but it does. I was making less gains on my own. Then, when I started with the rest of the guys here, BANG!” he smacked his hands together, “plateaus shattered.” He grinned and rumbled in anticipation. “Trust me. You’ll see.”
And then Pad was on the scene. He strode confidently to the front of the class as his corded muscles strained beneath his fur and singlet. A sort of hardness had replaced the kindlier demeanor he’d carried before. His low growl rumbled through the room and everyone went quiet. “All right, time to get started. We’ve got some newbies here, so we’re going to simplify today’s course and go back to basics.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dustin could see Ben shudder as he bore his teeth in a grin. That shudder spread like a wave over the rest of the class, and Dustin felt a certain sense of revulsion as he noted the tents starting to form in some of the attendees’ crotches. He caught a flicker of movement, and his gaze darted to the side, where he saw a still-grinning Ben reach down to scratch at his own crotch without even so much as a hint of shame. Pad reached over to grab a remote and pressed a button. Music poured out from the speakers, filled with chanting voices and the familiar instruments of the middle east.
“All right, boys, let’s get started. Cardio first. Let’s move those legs!”
As Pad had promised, the session proved to be pretty basic. The steady drum beats rolled sweetly with the sitar and a reedy woodwind that swam effortlessly through the air. While it wasn’t his track of choice, Dustin had to admit the tune was catchy, and it was easy to fall into the rhythm the track set. Pushups and crunches rolled by easily, followed by a few basic exercises using lighter weights to work the muscle groups and warm them up for the bigger workouts to come later.
Pad clapped his hands together. “All right, water break. Get moving, boys. We don’t want to lose that pump,” he barked.
“A water break?” Dustin asked in surprise. It hadn’t been that long, had it? But … his throat did feel surprisingly parched.
“Gotta stay hydrated,” Ben replied gruffly. Sweat matted his fur as he turned and strode towards one of the many fountains that dotted the gym. His steps seemed heavier as he moved, and his upper lip pulled up into a sort of snarl as he approached to drink deeply.
The gym was mostly quiet as the gym goers each took their turns in line. Dustin did his best to keep his face neutral as he noted how most of the men scratched at their privates either just before or just after drinking. He knew gymgoers could be more casual about things, but that was just plain old unsanitary.
“One side.”
Dustin suddenly found himself looking up from the floor at a heavily built elephant with massive tusks and a thick coating of body hair. His hip ached from the impact, even as a feral snarl tore across the otherwise peaceful music. And then Ben was there. His legs spread out as his whole body tensed. His tail whipped wildly behind him as he curled his hands and sharpened claws shot out from his fingers. His broad shoulders heaved in indignation as the hackles rose on his back and the deltoids along the top of his shoulders tensed, seeming almost to expand as he glared the pachyderm down.
He turned his head briefly to look at Dustin. “You all right?”
Dustin nodded, at a loss for words at the sudden change in his friend.
“Apologize,” Ben growled as he bore his teeth in a snarl.
“Make me, pussy cat,” the elephant said as he glared down at Ben. His trunk was raised high and his muscles rippled as he tensed. This was a man itching for a fight.
“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Dustin hadn’t even noticed Pad’s arrival. The tiger took one look at the scene and sighed. “We’ve talked about this before, Wooly.” He picked Dustin up easily and placed him back on his feet. “No roughhousing, unless it’s in your own class. Dustin here is a guest, and you’re reflecting very poorly on my gym.” His eyes glinted dangerously. “That’s strike two.”
“But he–.”
“Was in line first,” Padaavanti cut him off with a raised hand. “I let the locker incident slide, because the patron didn’t stop to listen to my explanation, but you know better than this.” He shook his head and sighed. “Take a few minutes to cool off in the rest area. You know the place.”
“But–.”
“Or did you want me to suspend your membership right now?”
“But–.”
“Go, Wooly,” Pad said sternly as he pointed back to the locker room.
Wooly’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he pounded off the floor.
Pad turned and stared apologetically at the human. “I’m so sorry about that, Dustin. Wally was such a good egg when he first started here.”
“Wally? I thought his name was Wooly.”
“A joke we use here at the gym. Everyone gives each other a nickname of sorts. Since Wally was so hairy, people decided he looked more like his ancestors, and named him accordingly.” He clasped Dustin’s hand firmly as he looked sincerely into the man’s eyes. “I promise it won’t happen again.” He smiled weakly. “Well, not unless you want it to.”
“Why the heck would I want something like that?”
Pad shrugged. “Many of my patrons do, once they’ve had the chance to grow enough. I have a place set aside for such disputes, where I won’t have to worry about collateral damage. Ben’s actually a bit of a rising star in that regard.”
Ben winced. “Did you really have to mention that?”
“First rule of fight club doesn’t apply to me,” Pad said cheekily.
Ben rolled his eyes. “It’s a boxing ring,” he explained. “If we have any problems, we go there to settle them. Pad’s got a lot of trainers there to teach proper form and keep things fair.”
“It gives patrons a chance to indulge their more … primal sides. Honestly, that’s what sets this gym apart from most others, I think.” Pad shrugged. “Anyways, carry on. The fountain’s all yours.” He turned to face the rest of the patrons. “And I expect the rest of you to be on your best behavior.” The men shrank back visibly from Pad’s gaze and Pad nodded in response.
Dustin took his drink and rubbed his side gingerly. “Haven’t taken a hit like that since that time I took a swan dive off the front steps back in high school.” He chuckled. “So, what now?”
Ben smirked. “Now the fun part starts.”
“Fun part?”
“Free exercise, of course.” Ben wrapped a shaggy arm around Dustin’s shoulders. “Come on. I’ll show you the ropes. This place literally has everything you could think of.”
“Um, Ben?”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Charles?”
“Probably somewhere else on the floor.” Ben shrugged. “It’s a big gym.”
“So why didn’t he come over when we were in trouble?”
Ben let out a confused grunt.
“Charles. He’s our friend, right? So why didn’t he come, after what happened with Wooly?”
Ben shrugged. “Maybe he got an emergency call from the pharmacy. You know how he gets when something comes up. And it’s not like you’ve got a cell on you, if he had to go.”
“Are you s–?”
“Relax, Dustin. You worry too much. It’ll make you tense. You know that’s not good for working out.”
Dustin coughed uncomfortably as a bout of lightheadedness struck him. “Getting a little bit fragrant there, Ben.”
Ben just laughed. “Said the pot to the kettle.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get to work already.”
Ben rumbled in pleasure. “Work good,” he said as he thumped his chest with his free fist, then grinned teasingly at his companion.
“Okay, now you’re pushing it,” Dustin laughed as he shoved his friend aside, not that he managed to push him very far. Ben’s muscle was too dense.
“Bet you can’t beat my record,” Ben challenged.
“Watch me.”
Dustin groaned as he strained through his tenth rep. Blood surged through his ears and a heavy sweat had left his hair hanging limply against the bench press. Any time he tried talking, Ben would cut him off with a teasing barb, and Dustin would return to work with gritted teeth and greater focus. His arms tingled as he strained to push through the next thrust up, and he let out a shout, despite himself.
Ben grinned down at him as he continued to spot. “Almost there.”
“How remarkable,” Pad mused as he lowered a cup and straw. “Here. Take a sip.”
Dustin did so gratefully, then exhaled explosively as he finished another press. His head was starting to spin, but he wasn’t about to quit yet. He roared as he blasted through the last of the set, then slammed the weights down on their rest. He rose shakily to sit up, then guzzled down the rest of the cup. “What a rush,” he panted.
“Oh, but you’ve only just begun. Squats are next.” Pad smirked. “Unless you don’t think you’re up to the task.”
Blood rushed through Dustin’s ears. “What did you say?” he growled. A thick hand squeezed his shoulder, and he looked up at an equally scowling Ben. The cat’s lip had curled back again, exposing fuller lips and his thick canines.
“He has what it takes,” Ben said gruffly.
“Prove it,” Pad countered. “I only take the committed ones, you know.”
Dustin locked eyes with Padaavanati and something snapped. He rose to his full height, and thrust out his chest. “Show me the weights,” he said huskily. He felt a tingling rush throughout his system as he stared the tiger down. So focused was he that he barely noticed the sudden wisps of hair sprouting out from the collar of his shirt by his chest or how the shirt now clung to his pectorals.
Padaavanati smiled. “Right this way.” He gestured smoothly to an open squat rack.
Dustin walked past, brushing shoulders with the gym’s owner as he made his way single-mindedly to the next exercise. His brow furrowed in a scowl as his pride burned. He wouldn’t take this lying down. He would prove he was strong, prove he was better, prove he was alpha.
Padaavanti smirked as he watched hair after hair sprout along Dustin’s brow ridge, until a thick unibrow was all that remained. The music continued its inexorable, repetitive march, and Dustin lifted in time, after Ben had laid the appropriate weight. The tiger nodded his approval, his eyes flashed, and Ben shuddered as his upper canines thickened and began to grow down, out of his mouth, forcing his lip to rise.
Dustin grunted as he glared into those eyes. He dipped and rose flawlessly. After all, this was an exercise he was quite familiar with. Squat down. Rise up. Keep form. Hold the bar. Stare. Repeat. Blood surged through his core and legs, causing a familiar stirring below, but Dustin didn’t care about that. He had a point to prove. He was strong. Strong … stronger … strong and … and … and ….
Padaavanti winked at Dustin and Dustin growled in response. That tiger was mocking him. He would show. He would prove. Sweat ran down his face and soaked his clothes. He didn’t care. He didn’t care when he heard the twin pops and the cool air brushed against his toes. He didn’t care when he heard the protesting creak of elastic at its limit. A thick, meaty paw of a hand with wicked claws thrust something in his face. He sniffed at it once, but nothing seemed odd about it, so he locked his mouth around it and sucked.
Fire burned through his muscles as the haze of anger thickened, pushing against the insides of his skull. He let out a gruff grunt in reluctant thanks for the refreshment as his nostrils flared and he took in the scent of the one who’d helped him. It was … familiar. Sweat coursed down his hairy arms and chest, and the material on his shirt began to tug uncomfortably as he continued to press. A loud tearing nearly broke his concentration, but he wouldn’t let it. Cool air brushed against his meaty thighs, but the heat within him would not be subdued so easily. He hooted just once, grunted gruffly as he grit his teeth, and kept on going.
“Mmmm … yes,” Padaavanti purred in delight. “I haven’t had one of your kind in my gym before. He licked his lips. “Delicious….” He took a deep breath, and as he did so, a horrendous crunch emanated from Dustin’s chest as his ribcage expanded. “Such aggression, such singlemindedness, such pride.” He bore his fangs in a sneer. “Perfect.”
“Strong,” Dustin puffed huskily as he tensed his upper body. The sleeves on his shirt shredded open to reveal long hairy arms with thickly corded muscle. He grunted as he adjusted his hands on the bar to fit proper form again. So quick was the adjustment, he didn’t even notice how the skin had thickened into dark, leathery hide.
“Yes. Strong, bulky, husky, virile. You’ll do very nicely here, I think.” Padaavanti strode around Dustin and took another long breath inward, this time through his mouth. As he sucked, Dustin’s jaw cracked, and the top of his skull began to rise into a dome-like crown. The man’s thick curly locks retracted into short, straight wisps that draped only slightly from the top as their color drained to be replaced with brilliant silver.
“Strong. Me … strong,” Dustin grated through his new mouth as his lips puffed up and out to form a sort of muzzle that merged with his widening snout. His eyes sunk into the rapidly building ridges on his face. The hazel in his eyes darkened, almost merging with his pupils as his newly reformed face looked out in a perpetual scowl. He hooted absently as the music bounced around in his brain, mingling with the tiger’s whispers.
“Mmm … yes, you are. You both are, aren’t you?” Padaavanti asked as he strolled back into sight, this time with a bulky creature with two long, sharp fangs that draped down over his lower jaw. It towered over the tiger, but Padaavanti simply caressed its huge, blocky muzzle, and it nuzzled back affectionately. Its shorts barely fit over its trunk-like legs, and a massive bulge pressed against the crotch, pulling the waistband down enough to expose the lower parts of his chiseled core. “And it feels so good to be strong, doesn’t it?”
Dustin grunted as he nodded and kept squatting.
Padaavanti chuckled. “You see, my friend, there’s a funny little secret about my name. When you translate it into your language, it essentially means to downgrade, demote, revert, … regress.” He smirked then. “I’ve found over the years that, if you really want to be stronger, sometimes, you have to be willing to take a few steps back. You do want to be stronger, don’t you, Dustin?”
Dustin grunted as he nodded and bore his teeth.
“Then it’s time for you to step back, isn’t it? Step back and join your friend at my gym. Step back into that simple role of the barbarian, a primal creature craving power, craving strength, craving dominance,” he whispered, and his voice seemed almost to echo through the gym.
“Back….” Dustin slurred slowly in his deep, gravelly voice. He rose up from his squat and stood on thick, hand-like feet. The light in his eyes dimmed. His waistband snapped.
Padaavanti sneered as his eyes glowed like golden flames. “That’s right, my little ape man.” He strode forward, and as he did, his body swelled until he stood a full three feet taller than anyone else in the room. His claws were like sickles, his mouth filled with fangs, his muscles bunched and ready to pounce. A powerful musk filled the room as the steady clanking of weights stopped. The ground trembled as every gym goer dropped to his knees. Padaavanti’s sneer widened. “Now, let’s keep things … simple. After all, you like simple now, don’t you? So here is your simple order: finish your journey back and submit to me.”
Dustin’s eyes reflected the same gold as he easily lowered the bar with one massive hand to rest on the floor. Then he hunched over as his spine adjusted and walked naturally on his knuckled hands to approach the tiger. He hooted gently, before lowering his head and sitting meekly.
Padaavanti reached down and stroked Dustin along his back. As he did so, the thick black hairs turned silver and the former man’s frame expanded to the point where he was a good ten feet tall. Dustin let out a deep, rumbling sigh as his eyes rolled back in his head and a puff of silvery mist flowed out from his nose and mouth. Padaavanti smiled then as he took a deep breath and sucked the little cloud up. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” The giant ape nuzzled the tiger’s arm, and Padaavanti chuckled. “Welcome to my gym, Dust.”
The massive sabretooth cat approached and rumbled welcomingly as he sniffed at the gorilla, then brushed against him multiple times in affection. When the newly named Dust finally reciprocated, the big cat turned his eyes on Padaavanti and let out a questioning growl.
“Oh, he’s around here somewhere,” Padaavanti replied with a knowing smirk as he shrank back down to his original size. “Follow me.”
They crossed the gym’s floor, passing all manner of creatures: raptors, T-rexes, strange scaled birds with a rainbow of colors for feathers, aerosteons, massive piranhas, monstrous whales, gigantic snakes, and so many more. “Go on. Back to work, all of you,” Padaavanti ordered. The creatures obeyed. The trio passed through a pair of double doors to a massive arena. The room was filled with the roars, screeches, and cries of beasts cheering excitedly at the match taking place below.
A titanic wooly mammoth flailed wildly in the air above a thick, powerfully built creature. His black fur glinted in the light and his eyes burned with unreasoning rage. Blood dripped slowly from a few minor cuts along his arms and head. His brow was thick and overexaggerated, his muzzle chiseled and blocky. His massive chest heaved as he snorted in rage. Titanic muscles rippled cleanly like thick slabs of meat. They shone like polished marble under the lights mounted to the ceiling. A long ropey tail whipped violently behind him, and he let loose a powerful bellow. The trio watched as the bull’s tiny horns suddenly surged out, growing longer and thicker, until they were nigh on three feet long and a good half a foot in diameter. The rounded parts at the top of his head crunched down under the new weight, complementing the sharp angles of his jaw and muzzle and giving the casual observer the impression of a literal blockhead.
He pawed at the stage with his thick hooved feet as a tiny bulge swelled to the point of obscenity in the last remains of a pair of navy briefs with red accents. The stage was littered with the tattered remnants of his other clothing. The beast bellowed again as his body surged with growth to match the flood of testosterone and other hormones that now pumped rapidly through his body. His neck thickened into a pyramid that held his massive head aloft. Muscles expanded to the size of bowling balls as he grew taller and broader to accommodate the increase in muscle mass. The beast’s waistband snapped, letting everything hang freely as he cried his dominance once again.
It’s not entirely clear who started the chant. The room was filled with a mass of devolved beasts, but they had demonstrated the occasional spurt of speech from time to time, when excited enough and unable to express in their usual fashion. This was such a time, and in a manner as old as the ring, as old as packs or prides, perhaps as old as time itself, one voice became many, and the many exerted their will on the combatants.
“Chuck!” they cried over and over again. Padaavanti sneered as he watched his two followers join the motley cry. His glowing eyes locked with the raging beast, and the creature’s eyes also flashed gold as a thick red cloud rushed from the rafters to the waiting tiger. Padaavanti inhaled it all and shuddered in pleasure, then bore his fangs in a grin. “Well, go on. Don’t keep them waiting, Chuck.”
There was no way for the bull to have heard the command, but the beast stiffened all the same, then bellowed one last time, before his muscles tensed and he threw the mammoth out of the ring to crash into the padded floor. The black behemoth smashed his chest with his fists and bellowed at the crowd, and the crowd responded with cries of adulation. The new auroch stopped cold, however, when Padaavanti stepped onto the ring. He approached the titan, and the room was suddenly silent.
“Do you know me?” Padaavanti asked.
The auroch crashed onto his knees and bent his head. “Master,” he lowed deeply, slowly.
Padaavanti smiled then, and ran his hand over the creature’s short, bristly mane. “That is right. And what is your name?”
“Chuck,” he snorted.
“Does Chuck like his new body?”
The auroch mooed gently and nodded.
“Will Chuck join Master’s gym?”
“Yes.”
Padaavanti smirked. “Good boy.”
“That was incredible!” Dustin cried as the trio left the gym’s doors. “I haven’t felt this good of a pump in ages!” His long curly hair flopped weakly after the shower and quick towel down he’d gone through before they left. A brand new shirt and shorts, each with the gym’s logo sewn or dyed in, spoke proudly to the world that he had chosen to join.
“I, um … never really liked weight lifting, but … that was actually kind of nice. The guys at the gym seemed pretty supportive.”
“I still can’t believe you stood up to that elephant, though,” Dustin jibed as he nudged his friend in the ribs.
Charles winced. “I can’t really, either.” He chuckled. “I guess a guy can only take so much, before he snaps. You … don’t think he’ll try to get back at me later, do you?” he asked nervously.
Ben chuckled as he laid his arms about either friends’ shoulders, the gym’s logo straining against his massive pecs. “Not a chance. And if he does, we’ll be there to stop him.”
“The three musketeers ride again!” Dustin cried exultantly.
“All for one,” Ben started.
“And one for all!” they finished together, then laughed.
“So, what do you say we move our game nights over to the gym?” Ben asked. “I’m sure Pad won’t mind too much. It might be a good way for some hot heads to cool off.”
“A-are you sure that’s a good idea?” Charles asked.
“One way to find out. Meet up to ask him tomorrow?”
“Bit quick on the draw there, big guy. We’re not that far into bodybuilding yet,” Dustin laughed. “How about the next day?”
“Th-that’s good for me. That is, if you two really want to,” Charles said sheepishly.
Ben bore his teeth in a huge grin. “Saturday it is.”
“You know, I’ve got a real hankering for a banana smoothie. You guys wanna come with? My treat.” Dustin smiled at the pair.
“Hmm … go home and sit alone or spend more time with my two best friends. Let me think about it for a minute,” Ben snarked.
Dustin chuckled as he shoved Ben into Charles. “Jerk.”
“Guilty as charged. What is your sentence, your honor?”
“It is the judgement of the court that you be sentenced to drink one super chugger whole without leaving the premises of the smoothie shop.”
Ben gasped. “The horror!”
Charles smiled silently at his friends’ antics. It was good to be back together again, even if it did mean he had to deal with a little roughhousing. He scratched covertly at his crotch as the two exchanged blows in their battle of sarcasm. An odd tingling sensation that wasn’t entirely unpleasant had taken root there, and his head itched near the base of his horns. As he reached up to scratch the spot again, he sighed in contentment. Perhaps this new gym thing wouldn’t be such a bad thing, after all.
Padaavanti smiled as he watched the trio depart, then meandered over to the locker room, where two newly engraved plaques had been set up on either side of another, each reading Chuck, Brawn, and Dust. “I’ll see you three again soon.” He purred in contentment as he moved on to a trio of doors, each with the same names engraved.
He opened the left one and a blast of warm moist air blew in his face. The floor was mostly bare and coated in rich soil. A few small saplings and ferns had begun to sprout, but nothing of any great note. The space beyond was mostly blank, with no end in sight. Padaavanti nodded approvingly, then closed the door and made his way to the one on the right.
A large wooden stall stood before him. The rich scent of hay and pasture wafted to his nose, and he noted a seam starting to form in the back portion of the stall. He investigated it briefly, took a quick whiff at the corner, and nodded approvingly as the moist scent of wet grass caressed his nose. He knew better than to rush construction. When the pair were far enough along, the rooms would be prepared, with all the amenities their primitive little brains could desire. He was certain Chuck would appreciate a pasture to roam around in, especially if he found a mate there. And as for Dust, well, silverbacks liked to live alone at first, anyways. He was confident the boy would build a troop of his own in due time, once the forest was ready to greet him.
Lastly, Padaavanti opened the middle door to expose a thick stone cave complete with crackling fire, a bed of animal skins, and crude hunting materials. A long red stain had been included on the floor near the fire, and the tiger nodded approvingly at the clear signs of spatter from the meat being carried to the flames. Another spatter stain lay by the bed of furs, and he sneered at the sight. He chuckled to himself as he shut this final door, then licked his lips. “Just a matter of time.”
So. He's here, and I have to get up to work and eat meals.
I am stuck with this for a bit. And I'm making myself believe I don't care. Just like I used to.
It's fine.
Happy Friday.
I have a migraine and my pervert uncle is here. I also haven’t eaten since 11am, but there is no way im leaving this room.
My pervert uncle is still here; it's been a month.
Confession: The muscle memory of being constantly on edge I'm fairly certain is causing me to regress. As in reverting to hating myself and contemplating unblocking him sort of regression.
I am just, so tired.
It's Fine.
I think the hardest thing I've encountered recently is the expectation that I be 'fine' now.
It's been almost a year since I was cut off, and I was very lucky to have a group of people who were there to catch me. They helped me wake up and come to terms with what that meant.
In the last year I have made progress; some of it inconceivable. But my shitty days are SHITTY and my hang ups are not gone.
I'm involved in a show an acquaintance of mine is organising to raise money for a mental health charity. The fb group is posting individual profiles of each collaborating artist.
I lost it when I found out. I hate pictures of myself, first and foremost, but him seeing the picture and knowing where i might be at some point is making me sweat. I asked politely to not be showcased; they obliged, but not without a raised eyebrow. The admin is a friend of mine, and she knows the story. She's absolutely empathetic, but it seemed like she thinks I should be passed this.
I'd love to be. And I'd also love to jump right in and start dating again like everyone keeps suggesting. You know, as if that would solve so many of my issues. While I have come to the conclusion that celebacy isn't my end goal, i am not ready to get out there. Remember that little attempt i made in May? Didn't exactly go well. Doesn't change popular opinion though. It's been long enough they say. It's time.
I also see my support system less and less. I like solitude, but there are times when i feel crushingly alone.
But it's been a year, and they all have their own troubles and I should be well enough to handle the worst moments even with my own conviction.
And I do. But I wonder how many of my old habits are creeping back in. The internalizing, the self loathing, the self destruction, the recklessness. It may be the fall out from my uncle being here, but i feel colder than i have in a while.
It's like my humanity is ebbing away again. And at times i feel i haven't progressed at all.
Fears
I’m concerned that I can attribute some of my recent progress to being with someone else. I worry this makes the steps forward I’ve made “artificial” and if she and I should ever split I would crumble and regress.
age regressor except instead of the internet aesthetically pleasing onesies im just a cocomelon ipad kid eating star puffs /srs /pos
I Became Suzy In Boboiboy
By ConstellationFanfic
Do not repost!
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It was afternoon by the time I left the school due to cleaning duty, I had told amy and siti to go home without me, so here I am walking back home alone........just when I was crossing the road a truck was coming closer,very fast it was going in zig-zag directions,just as I was to move I saw a injured kitten just few steps away from me on the crosswalk I rushed and carried it trying to get out of The trucks way but it was too late the truck the next second was few inches away from all I could do was try and protect the kitten that was curled up.
'Skiiiiiii—' 'boom!
Something smells burnt, truck I guess. —up!—don't close—kid! I hope the cat is fine................
.......I don't wanna die...not now when I haven't overcome my shyness around boys....not when haven't gone to amy's birthday party after spending hours on the gift...I haven't told mama and papa that I want to join the cooking contest yet.....no I don't wanna die....Noooo,No,
"Noooooo!" I woke up I saw the familiar lime Green ceiling, I Sat up, there were footsteps tuning towards my room,bursting the door up stood my mama and papa"sweetie!what happened!" "Baby!what's wrong! " crying I Ran towards them and hugged them tightly. My papa wiped my tears as my mama tried to calm me down. "Now,now sweetie can you tell mama why your crying?please?" "I died*S on*big me was crossing *sob"*t-the ro-oad then,then I-she*sob* she got hit by truck mama,papa!"
My papa gentle hugged me and said"Baby,listen no truck or car will hit you or big you ok?it was a bad dream,him,a big bad dream." "Your papa is right sweetie it just a big bad dream ok? How about pick you up from school for a few days until you feel better " " and I Can drop you off in the mornings what about it?" "*sings*really?"
"Of course!" "Now go sleep" "but school" "I'll call in school absent ok, you clearly need rest sweetie."
The next morning, Suzy woke up feeling a bit better. Her parents had been true to their word and had called in to school to excuse her absence. She spent the day in her bed room writing the dream down on a dairy later watching TV and playing with her pet rabbit, Mr. Whiskers.
But as the day wore on, Suzy started to feel a little restless. She couldn't shake the feeling that Something was off, like the dream was real the more she thought the more she questioned. She tried to distract herself by thinking about Amy's upcoming birthday party and the gift she had spent hours making, but even that couldn't lift her mood.
Just as she was starting to feel like the day was going to be a total loss, Suzy heard a knock at the door. It was her best friend, Amy!
"Hey, I heard you were feeling sick, so I came by to check on you" Amy said, holding up a bag of Suzy's favorite snacks.
Suzy's face lit up with a smile. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all...
Suzy and Amy spent 2 hours munching on snacks and watching movies. Suzy was grateful for the distraction, and Amy's company helped take her mind off the scary dream.
As they were watching a particularly silly cartoon, Amy turned to Suzy and said, "Hey, I've been thinking... maybe we should start a cooking club at school!"
Suzy's eyes widened in excitement. "That's a great idea, Amy! I've been wanting to join the cooking contest, and this could be the perfect way to practice!"
Amy grinned. "Exactly! And we can invite Siti and some other friends to join us. It'll be so much fun!"
Suzy nodded enthusiastically, feeling a sense of purpose wash over her. Maybe this was just the thing she needed to overcome her shyness and take her mind off the scary dream...
Just then, amy's phone buzzed with a text from an her mom saying she should come back home and get ready for her tuitions,so she left. Suzy was alone with Mr.whiskers,her mom had left to do something. Mr.whiskers was in his bed Sleeping, "its so boring! When is mom coming back....there*yawns*no fun being*her eyes start drooping*alone*sleeps*"
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"Ish! I'm telling the truth!"
"You want me to believe that Boboiboy followed an purple robot,which led him to the scrap yard of the island,where he see the green-box headed alien put the coco power that the purple robot stole in this round-ball robot that later followed him back to tok aba's and later when the alien comes to take back his robot The robot gives you,ying and yaya powers so you can help Boboiboy,who was already given powers,defeat the alien. Am I correct?"
"Finally, yes!"
"Yeah,right! I'll be—let's——"
"Wahhhhh!" and I fell off the couch. "What the?How?" Being wide awake I realised that I had fell asleep on the couch. Running up to her room, Suzy opened her new dairy to write down the dream. With one thought in her mind 'was my mom right? Are my novels getting the best of me ? Nahh! 3 romance/thriller/Murder Mystery novels aren't too many a day, yep!'
Fathoms
Can you trust the empty fathoms? Those dark ravines in your mind? That meaningless void inside, The cracks and the holes that cover you?
Can you even perceive the immeasurable despair that fills you? That seeps inside your bones like the lonely cold, That gnaws on your corpse like the cat you neglected to feed?
Can you even understand the pain you have caused in yourself? The suffering you have wrought from your absence? The tragedy that will come when you fail to open your eyes and see the world again?
No. You cannot trust yourself to be kind. You cannot perceive yourself, not truly. You cannot understand the joy I feel around you.
You are immeasurable, Cold, Dark, And alone.
Your heart is a ship lost at sea, A child left on a doorstep, The only painting in a museum, A puddle of blood being washed away in the rain.
You look in the mirror and say, “Loveless” “Forgettable” “Inadequate”
But I look in your eyes and whisper contradictions. “Loved, at least by one.” “Will always be remembered, even in little ways.” “Absolutely perfect in my mind.”
Remember that I will be your lighthouse, Your blanket when you feel cold, Your companion when you feel alone, And your light when you only feel the dark.
This is so accurate I could cry and pee in my pants due to laughter. I can't be the only one who wishes Sesame Street could also teach organic chemistry.
OH GOD THANK U FOR THE TAGS
Ran into an "everything was better in my day" old guy today who was genuinely shocked to learn that he was in his teen years before his mother was allowed a bank account without a man's permission
shoutout to all the littles who regress because they weren’t able to enjoy their childhood
whether you had to raise yourself or your siblings, were abused physically, s*xually, verbally, or psychologically, never felt safe due to constant conflict or change, or anything else, you have the right to take back the things you never were able to enjoy to their fullest capacity. you are valid. i love you.
