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🕑 Added 2023-11-17 23:49:31 +0000 UTCThis is the first part of a Reality Change, Body Transformation story. I hope you enjoy it.
"C'mon, John, hurry up!" Linda shouted to her out-of-shape husband. Her toned body made her way toward the entrance of their suburban house, almost like she had been under a sort of change towards this, noticing everything was not like she had remembered.
She turns back to see her husband looking tired and very flabby, his gut visible through his polo. He looks at her with a deceptive look on her face.
"He is too fat; he has let himself go a lot." She thought, looking at her flabby husband making his way and stepping out of the car, that his overweight, middle-aged physique could not be compared to her well-trained one.
She is wondering why she has spent so many years with someone as out-of-shape as John. She knows that everyone changes through age, which is why she has kept herself in good condition.
For Linda, training is her life. She has been into sports since her college days, being a professional runner in her youth, and an entire life dedicated to sports has paid off with a tight and toned body despite her age.
Judging by the toned belly, the strong, sexy abs—the ones she is very proud of because they represent the very hardworking life she has been putting herself into her entire life—and the toned, tight legs, a well-trained bubble buttocks
In fact, Linda is aging like wine. Training five days per week and over two hours of intense workouts, she is middle-aged, but like she says, age is a number. She has so much energy and youth that every single person could notice just by looking at her uptight demeanor and stunning physique.
While there are a bunch of people who just eat themselves out till the end, Linda is exercising and dieting like she was still in her competitive days, counting calories and training like crazy.
"Metabolisms and genetics are just a lame excuse." She says constantly that when someone argues about genetics and blames their metabolisms, she has two kids, and she has no problem riding off the pregnancy weight; she kept herself into a fit, stunning woman.
In this new reality, the old Linda has gone; the flabby shy, frumpy-looking woman has gone; and in this place, the new Linda has arrived; an energetic, fit, and hot Linda emerged from that lab; the old middle-aged gal has gone for good.
There is no memory of her old struggles with being overweight, the problems, and fighting with food that makes her into constant depression about not being able to lose weight, with nothing but accepting her fat as a frumpy overweight woman for the rest of her life.
Those worries, struggles, and sadness vanished from existence. This new Linda is a huge contrast from what she used to be a much-improved version of.
John saw his improved woman walking towards the house with a graceful, athletic gait. He was completely admired to see his transformed wife impacted.
This woman looks nothing like his wife from fifteen years; there is no evidence from her former plump yet lovely wife; everything changed towards her; it seems like a complete stranger.
Fortunately, though, the memories were altered to transform her life, but she is still married to him. In the end, this means a little bit to see her as a new individual and in contrast to himself.
While she is fit, strong, and energetic, he is out of shape, and with a tired look in his eyes—the result of countless hours on the job—how has their relationship been going since that day? He asked himself, with a high doubt, about her wife's new appearance and mind.
John hesitated to admit it, but, as Barton told him, he felt intimidated by this new version of Linda; his flabby middle-aged physique made him feel pathetic compared to his wife's fit, tight body.
He grabs the big paunch of flab from his belly, feeling the softness of his middle-aged flabby form. He compares this to his wife's well-defined six-pack; even with that tank top, the toned muscular definition from his wife's six-pack can be noticed, as can the strong lines of dwell-defined muscle, as a result of a new technology that could alternate bodies and minds.
"She is so hot," he thought, feeling a hint of excitement and happiness to see her wife's new life, a very special gift he offered her.
He remembered the old Linda, her weight issues, her depression, and not being able to get rid of that disgusting fat. In fact, Linda's weight problems have been present almost all her life. John knew this could be fatal to her. He did not want to see her wife suffer anymore, and once the neighbors recommended that special lab, he didn't hesitate about that option. This was the chance to get her wife a gift she always wished for: a new image for her wife, a new, healthier one, with those weight issues and shame about her flabby physique wiped away.
John was sure about this—a gift to her beloved wife for all those years they spent together.
He knows he has made the better choice to give his wife this gift, but deep inside, he feels intimidated by her new image. While he follows her, he notices her tight buttocks, each made with nothing but pure muscle. He remembers the old flabby derriere from her wife, two cellulite orbs filled with nothing but adipose tissue, without a trace of muscle, jiggling at every step of her chubby legs.
Yet now, those days were gone along with her fat the moment she entered the chamber, changing her life and mind forever.
"Look at that butt; I would like to smack them," he thought, looking at her wife's new tight ass. There is no jiggling or cellulite, just tight, pure muscle.
It is hard to believe how much things have changed for the couple in the span of a couple of hours. John thought about the last time he saw her old wife a couple of hours ago, with her conservative blouse and shapeless pants and her middle-aged flabby physique, and now he has returned with an athletic, tight woman.
It's almost like every man's dream, but for John, an unwholesome feeling invades his mind.
The couple entered their suburban house, almost like it had been a long time ago when John exited with his old chubby middle-aged wife, and now he returned with a stunning, fit woman with a tight, perky ass and a perky set of breasts, totally desirable and kissable.
"I don't know if I can keep myself with that beautiful woman standing in front of me." He thought nervously, frustration and impotence filling his mind, thoughts of insecurity about his shape. He looked at the graceful gait of her stunning wife, admiring her physique, but with a sense of insecurity and intimidation towards her transformed wife.
Linda just made her way towards her living room and started to take a glimpse towards the entire room, admiring the living room, and the look in her eyes can tell you she is looking at her room almost like there is a weird yet strange place to her, like she has been in a sort of trance that makes her think she is in the wrong place.
"This feels odd; this place seems too old and boring; I need to work out; I need this," she says with a hint of concern in her voice, looking at herself in front of the mirror placed in the corner of the living room, admiring her tight, well-built physique.
"I look hot, really hot; this is what I kill my butt into the gym if just John could do that; poor fat old man, he is getting so fat; my god, he just looks like a complete fatso; it is a disgrace to see him like that." She thought to herself in absolute despise. To see her husband letting himself go like this is what makes her completely disgusted about how lazy he has become throughout the years, with nothing but a complete, absolute lazy slob.
While she inspected herself in front of the mirror, admiring her tight-toned body, John couldn't help but stare at her transformed wife, the old Linda nowhere to be found. His new wife was a whole new identity, far away from the old frumpy, middle-aged flabby woman he married fifteen years ago. This new improved version of Linda is every single man's wet dream.
He admires her new physique, having lost the flabbiness of her former identity; he is just ashamed of his poor, pathetic physique compared to that of her fit-toned wife.
"At least she is still with me; I think I have to get used to that." He thinks with a hint of resentment and accepts his fate as the out-of-shape husband, as his wife is hot and fit.
He cannot help but stare at her new transformed wife. He is right; she is hot and fit, and finally, she embraced her dream to be slim and healthy, thanks to him, but it seems like his wife has forgotten everything about her old struggles with food and weight.
"Finally home," he finally says with a hint of emotion, and seeing her wife admiring in front of the mirror, it seems like she didn't hear him as she was focused on her body.
"Yeah, that's right, I'm so hot. What do you think, flabby boy?" She says to her husband in a tone of despise, with a sarcastic smile at her flabby-shaped husband.
"EHM, yeah, Linda, you are." He says, hesitating and shocked by the term "flabby boy" his wife used to refer to him, that there is something that has never happened with her former lovely frumpy wife.
"Of course I do; no one is as hot and fit as me. You are so lucky to have me as your wife, flabby boy." She scorned out to her husband in a tone of disdain. She had a point: after fifteen years, Linda has managed to keep in tight shape, and always she wondered why she is still with that out-of-shape husband. She is hot, stunning, and completely desirable; her husband is nothing of that, just an out-of-shape slob.
John got speechless with that statement, and Linda never would say any of that. But he realizes that it was the old Linds, the frumpy, shy, and insecure Linds; this Linda is the complete opposite, a fit, self-assured woman with no sense of respect towards John, who treats him like a "flabby boy."
"Well, ehm, I know you are very fit, and I am lucky to be your husband," he says with a tone of resignation towards this new version of Linda, the new Linda who is just as hot and unrecognizable as the old frumpy version of his wife.
"Hey, what are you looking for, flabby gut? It seems like you recognize me anymore or something like that." She asked her husband with a look of concern on her face. Her defined facial features were looking at her flabby husband, who just stood there at the entrance of their house and stared at her.
"How fat he is," she thought with a hint of discomfort about her husband; if he weighed, probably it could work better, but it was something like a mere fantasy to put her lazy husband to work out.
"No, just I'm looking at how beautiful you look." He says this with a warm smile, and with this, he approaches, getting closer to her, and starts to ask about something.
"Yeah, I know I'm hot; you don't need to say it, flabby boy." She says in a cold tone about her husband, admiring herself in front of the mirror, rolling up the tank top and letting the garment fall to the floor, exposing her tight core with her strong, defined six-pack abs.
John's mouth watered to see her stunning body, her tight abs exposed, and the defined lines of her strong core fully exposed—a work of dedication and high technology that rewrites bodies and minds.
"God, that machine is impressive; Barton is such a genius," he thought, admired by the powers of that reality machine.
