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Gym Membership, Part 3 (Multi TG RC)
🕑 Added 2024-11-06 23:09:17 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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New Life Gym isn’t all that it appears to be, as Jack, Rob, Jenna, and Greg are about to find out. These unrelated persons are all trying to better themselves during the less busy hours, but the changes that slowly occur to their bodies aren’t entirely what they expected, not that they entirely notice what’s happening. As the four of them change gender and appearance, the employees of the gym, once transformed themselves, watch on in amusement, knowing that a New Life awaits the customers this gym has chosen to bless.
Part 3: Getting into the Motion
The four new patrons of the New Life Gym quickly fell into the rhythm of their workout establishment. There was indeed an addictive element to it, something none of the four had ever experienced, something that was almost magical. Of course, this was indeed the real case, and Katherine Hearns took great pleasure in witnessing this arcane connection being formed as she viewed events from the gym. Occasionally, she even descended down to work out herself, or to run the counter, never truly wanting to distance herself from the everyday goings-on of the place she managed. Of course, she knew that no one truly ‘managed’ the gym itself. The pool, for instance, had not been built. One day it had simply appeared, summoned by the gym itself to keep up with modern times. The same was true of the speaker system and its updated playlist, as well as some of the latest and more technical workout machines. The gym was alive, somehow, and she simply existed as its voice, a representative to help deal with the regular earnings and repairs and so on. The human face for a very inhuman force, to sum it all up.
Not that the four new customers were aware of this. The connection between the gym’s magic and their very essences had been forged quite quickly, and Katherine and the other patrons were looking forward to seeing what their true forms would be.
They already had some clues about Jack Martin. After just a week, his body had begun changing in ways that were purely impossible anywhere else. The fat was sliding off of his figure quickly, almost as if it were simply melting away. He himself could scarcely believe it, often marvelling at how he had lost nearly twenty pounds already despite the short time. Of course, he might have questioned the reality of that more had the gym not clouded his mind, making it difficult for him to realise the magic nature of what he was going through.
I’m just making progress, he continued to think to himself. Very, very quick progress. God, I feel so much healthier! Already twenty pounds lighter and counting! It’s not the same as, you know, being a woman, but at least I can be a slim man again if I keep this up. And I really think I can keep it up, too!
That was the thing as well; the draw of the gym had magnetised the young man, keeping him coming back where had always been nervous and flaky at other gyms. The fear of other people watching him was slowly fading, and though he was still embarrassed at how sweaty and unwieldy his body was, every day showed improvement on those fronts.
There were bigger changes, though. Without even truly noticing it, Jack’s skin was starting to soften and lose its blemishes. Beyond just the muscle gain and fat loss, the young man was looking healthier in his skin care, and had even started a hygiene routine on that front as well, seemingly out of nowhere! His red hair was getting longer too, and darker. His freckles were fading in places, thinning out though not disappearing fully. And while it was very much disguised by his overall weight and unfortunate rolls, his hips had subtly expanded, and his penis shrunk just slightly. It was a sign of future changes to come.
Not even Hearns could notice those changes yet, but they were more obvious when it came to Rob Holloway, another figure who intrigued her. She had him pegged as a lazy type, perhaps because he had the look of a perennial stoner about him, and sometimes smelled of it as well. But she was surprised to see that he came in after every one of his work shifts; Nari, who got along with the tall, skinny man, has passed this information on to Katherine. Indeed, he seemed very intent on building up muscle and becoming ‘jacked’ as he had put it, and his goal was already in the process of being achieved. But as usual for the New Life Gym, there were other transformations too.
It’s weird, I feel . . . shorter, he thought as he examined himself after a week of working out. I’ve put on muscle already. I’m looking fitter. But I definitely look shorter. And I swear I need new clothes for my hips - how did I ever wear such thin pants?
Yes, the expansion of his hips was far more obvious on his formerly skinny frame. Well, he was still skinny, but less so now. Like with Jack and Greg, Rob’s hair had grown longer, its brown colour turning darker across the board. He complained occasionally that he liked it ‘shaggy, not long,’ but the desire to cut it seemed to fall away whenever he entered a trance-like workout, and even when he left the gym and commented on it, his roommates just looked at him and said something to the effect of, “but you’ve always had hair like that, mate. Why cut it now?” And then his mind would cloud for a moment, and the minor fog would pass, and he would grin.
“Yeah, good point. Might as well stick with it, right? Don’t want to change my look!”
The ‘look’, in this case, included softer features for his face, such as rounder, fully cheeks and softer lips. His scruffy facial hair was gone, and wasn’t growing back, not that he noticed this. And while he was getting obvious muscle definition in his shoulders, arms, legs, and even core, the employees occasionally commented on his ‘nice hips’ and ‘impressive glutes.’ Not in a flirty way, but genuinely mentioning these as areas of progress.
I didn’t even realise I was progressing there. Do I look a bit womanly with the gains in those places? I mean, would Emily make fun of - ah, who cares? I’m here for me, aren’t I? Yeah, this is for me.
He scratched his skin, the same skin that had started getting a little itchy lately. Indeed, the pale-skinned man looked just a bit less pale lately. For a moment he squinted his eyes, observing his skin. It looked almost like a very pale olive colouring, Mediterranean or something. But then the thought passed, and he got back to work.
Katherine observed this with some enjoyment, and so did Annabelle, who literally did a small leap for joy as she entered her office.
“Ohmigod, he’s like, totally changing race, I bet!”
“It wouldn’t be the first time. Our own Nari-”
“I know, I know, it’s so cool about her, but this is, like, the first time I’ve seen it!”
“Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched, Annabelle. Besides, shouldn’t you be working with Jenna down there?”
Annabelle frowned. “She, like, hates me. I don’t know why. I think she’s a total crank.”
Katherine smirked as she looked at the very engaged and obsessive woman who was currently sweating as she worked the lateral raise machine.
“She’ll come around, Annabelle. In fact, I rather do think you’re the one to help her. She seems to put up walls, but have you noticed that she’s becoming more sociable after a gruff start? Just occasionally check in with her, and you might be surprised.”
“Fiiiiiiiine. But you, like, totally owe me a nice pumpkin spice latte for this.”
Katherine chuckled. “It would be my pleasure.”
She wasn’t wrong about Jenna Garcia; the frumpy latina was getting less frumpy each day, but also less grumpy too. Not that she’d ever had a bad attitude, per se, but she usually focused on her goals with such single-minded focus that only a little social conversation was necessary. Her husband had left her for vapid reasons, but he had often complained that she didn’t open up much, or give him the time of day if an important job needed to be done, even when he craved validation for something. She viewed it as a bit of a weakness, personally, but over the course of the week she had actually found herself engaging with others around the gym.
Jack Martin, for instance, she found a lovely young man, and she emphasised with his desire to improve himself and lose some flab (much more flab in his case). Rob was an intriguing figure too. She had seen him a few times at the chicken place he worked at, the same chicken place that had no doubt contributed to her current state of flab and frump. But they both shared a determination to get fit and athletic, and to her own surprised they occasionally spotted one another. Lastly, there was that Greg Johnson. She expected not to like him one bit, especially given his obvious ego, but though he could be condescending, his advice deeply practical, especially when it came to what machines to use. Her own planning was being continually adjusted on his advice, as well as - and this she didn’t like to admit to herself - the blonde bimbo named Annabele. She certainly knew her stuff when it came to gym equipment, at least.
I just wish she wasn’t such a damn vapid-headed valley girl all the time. Ugh, that speech! I can hardly stand it.
“Like, you’re doing sooooo totes great, Jenna!” the woman once remarked. “I’m seeing some really, super big changes already.”
“Th-thanks, Annabelle,” she said. She intended to say something harsher, but without her knowing, some of the mental changes were coming over her already. She was gaining a bit more empathy, a bit more desire for social contact. But these changes were less obvious than the ones to her body. Already, the odd lumpy shape of her figure was starting to reset into something more ordinary. She wasn’t as worried about wearing regular workout shirts now, and her thighs looked far less mis-matched against her calves. Her face had even changed: several times her jaw clicked and cracked during an intense workout, but when she investigated what it was, she couldn’t find anything. This was the gym’s work, because otherwise she would have noticed her mannish jaw was most certainly softening.
But more than the muscle gain, more than her softening features and weight loss, more even than the fact that her hair was becoming shiny and full as Steven once loved it to be, there was the matter of her height. Jenna, who had been merely four foot nine, was now five foot three and growing. She was eating more just to compensate, her hunger growing even as she tried to keep on her weight loss diet. She was rising like a souffle, and in doing so, her figure was also growing into itself.
“You’re going to be so beautiful!” Annabelle expressed to her, secretly noticing the height change.
At this, Jenna actually smiled. Perhaps this blonde girl, silly as she was, wasn’t too bad after all. Certainly, her advice was less condescending than Greg Johnson’s, but he was learning his lesson about advising others, because his own changes were starting to distract him. Perhaps it was because he was the person most aware of every part of his body, all thanks to his bodybuilding obsession, of course, but Greg seemed almost to penetrate the fog of the gym at times. More than once he would stop mid-way through a bicep curling set and stare into the mirror, confused as to what he was seeing.
What the . . . I could have sworn I was making gains. What’s up with my shoulders? They look smaller or something. No, seriously, they look smaller. And my height . . . am I really over six feet tall? I should be. Just what the hell is going -
And only then, as he was about to stagger back, maybe call something out, maybe just clutch his head in confusion, would the mental fog courtesy of the gym’s magic fall upon him again. It was a good thing that, out of the four newcomers, he was by far the biggest longer, even more than Jenna. He only interacted with others to tell them what they should do, and after the Abigail incident, he’d stopped doing that so much as well. This meant that his moments of brief awareness of his changes didn’t ‘infect’ the others, potentially shattering their views. Abigail and Nari had seen it before when they had a ‘double’ once; a man and a woman, best friends, who transformed, both changing genders. Their shared awareness of the other had caused a feedback loop, making them realise what was happening. They had ended up very happy with their new forms, but the road to get there had been messy, and Nari still remembered the many acts of consolation she had to give. The constant uplifting speeches. Abigail, on the other hand, had found it darkly amusing.
It was her that liked to follow Greg’s changes the most. After that first interaction, the gothic pint-sized powerhouse lifter had found many excuses to do the rounds across the gym and just happen to ‘notice’ Greg bodybuilding. He actually shied away from her a bit now, weirdly intimidated by her, and she found this privately hilarious too.
“Looking great, Greg!” she called out once. “Glad to see the transformation coming along!”
It was a cheeky taunt; he’d just had a small worry about his hair, which was now hanging down to his chin, and had become a bit more auburn without him even realising it. It was clear to Abigail that he was most likely becoming a woman. After all, his hips were wider, his waist thinner, and his rough, square facial features were taking on more of a heart shape, even his big nose becoming more of a refined aquiline shape. It was a good look, she decided, and perhaps a little karmic.
“Don’t forget to work those glutes!” she said, smirking at him.
Greg just frowned. She’s right, I should work them. I want them to be . . . bigger.
In fact, the notion of having a rather impressive backside was starting to appeal, though he couldn’t say why. But then, he was also getting other strange desires too, such as to visit a tanning bed outside of the gym, and even to start blogging his changes and keeping a public record. His regular delivery was starting to bore him, and he hadn’t trained someone in fitness for a while.
Maybe I could make videos, he thought. He blinked, dismissing the idea. Where the hell had that come from? What a stupid fucking thought. And what a stupid fucking hairstyle I’ve got right now. I need to get it cut.
But like for all the rest of them, he never would. The thought soon disappeared, and he got back to work. But the more he pumped iron, the more his form seemed to shrink. He was still athletic and tough as all hell, but that toughness was becoming more proportional to what would soon be another gender.
And that wasn’t even getting started on his darkening skin tone.
To Be Continued . . .
Comments
Leonthar
Love these gym-themed stories! Looking forward to the next part
