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Gym Transformation

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The gym at night embodied the true meaning of liminal space. A place between, a transition from one day to the other. Even for an all hour's gym it still felt like an entire world between what it was from day to day. The silent machines, the lack of clanking metal, and the windows that only illuminated a sidewalk and the fringes of the parking lot beyond were all reminders of the night's stillness. The errand drip from a leaky faucet in the locker rooms, the gentle whir of the drinking fountain, the soft sigh of the vents as they pumped in clean ear. The televisions that would normally be on were switched off, blank screens reflecting ghosts of the machinery at rest that could be flipped on by the remotes velcroed to the machines, but who would dare break the silence of the gym by tearing away that remote. Most people kept earphones in anyway or listened to podcasts. Even the receptionist looked like a faded copy of the original that would man the desk during the day. A gray hound silently scrolling and hoping to get away with only cleaning up once.

Though, there was always at least one person that came into the gym this hour. The swung open with a ding. A man, a little over six feet tall and bulky with his strongman build swaggered in. He wore a simple tank that rode over his belly where a healthy layer of fat rounded him out. His tawny skin accented his dark, Jersey boy haircut, giving him that suave look despite being in gym clothes. His shorts were baggy, but hung over a large ass, his thick cheeks rounding out the back before fluttering around his thick thighs. He had tube socks on with some dirty street sneakers he would switch out for his clean workout ones. A black duffle was slung over his shoulder and he had a water bottle in his free hand.

“Hey Nicky," Ari, the big man said to the gray hound as he entered, his Bostin accent ringing true. “You heading out soon?"

“Hey Ari," the receptionist looked up from his phone. “Yeah, I only got about ten minutes left on my shift and the place is all yours."

“My man," Air put his fist out and the receptionist bumped it with his own furry fist. “I'll see you tomorrow then."

“Yeah," the hound smirked, standing up and cracking his back. “Maybe one of these days they'll finally hire a night manager and have someone here for you to talk to."

“It's no biggy," Ari shrugged, his duffle lifting on his cannonball shoulders. “Not like I'm going to do anything you guys haven't seen before."

Ari nodded to the security camera above the desk.

“To be honest, only one of them works," the hound shrugged. “The one here at the front watching people come and go. The rest are fakes."

“Ah, Larry really cares, huh?"

“The boss? He just cares if he catches people walking out with weights again." Nick shrugged. “Either way. I think I'm going to head off early tonight. You want anything from the case before I go?"

“Anything good?" Ari asked.

“We got a couple of those strawberry protein bars you like. Otherwise we got a couple new protein shakes."

“Nah, just the protein bars," Ari dug in a side pouch of his duffle for his wallet, pulling out a couple bills while Nick used his keys to unlock the case and grab the bars.

“Sounds good," Nick got him his bars and change before locking back up and turning off his computer. “Well, I'm going to blow this pop stand and hit the sack. Then maybe go to bed."

“No girl yet?" Ari smirked as he snagged his bars.

“Nah, no girl yet," the gray hound stretched, cracking his back into alignment. “How about you?"

“No girl yet either," Ari shrugged.

“No guy neither?" Nick followed up with.

“No guy neither," Ari confirmed.

“Dang! We're the two most dedicated dudes in this whole place and we still got no bitches," Nick chuckled. “Then again, I'm broke. I can't afford to treat myself let alone a lady."

“You can spoil a girl in other ways you know. Maybe cook? Rub her feet?"

“That can be your thing dude," Nick waived him off as he snagged his own duffle from behind the counter and came around to leave. “Place is all yours. Lock up when you leave."

“Will do," Ari rolled his eyes. It was their little joke. The door automatically locked. You needed a fob to get in.

Ari got to work on his routine, shifting between machines and being the only soul in the place to make the metal clank and machine's whir. All the while his custom toons rolled from ear to ear, keeping him in a melodious zone as he continued to pump iron and give his muscles the workout they craved.

When he was half way through his dumbbell reps, he heard something he hadn't heard in a long time. It was the fob beeping as someone let themselves in.

“Yo Nick! You forget something?" Ari looked over his shoulder, but the gray hound wasn't standing there anymore.

There was a man with ivory skin, his hair wavy and in that stylish hipster updo. He wore a cutoff tank and had a pair of booty shorts that accented his strong legs. He had an iPod strapped to his bicep, the elastic showing off the thickness of it. A set of headphones dangled from his ears as he strode in with a pristine white backpack.

“Hey," the man smiled, his mustache moving with his upper lip, his teeth like diamonds as they shown with a warmness Ari wasn't used to seeing from other men. “Are you the night manager?"

“I…" Ari blushed before shaking his head, his hair falling out of place and slinging droplets of sweat across the floor. “I just workout here at nights because most people are gone. Nick is the manager and he'll be back in the morning."

“Oh, sorry dude, didn't mean to intrude," the guy put his hands up. “You can just, well, keep doin' what you're doing."

“Right," Ari nodded slowly before going back to working out. The guy dipped into the lockers for a moment before coming back out with his workout shoes. A pair of bright blue and red Nike's. He even had a nice spring to his step as he went to the treadmill and got to work on his cardio. Ari tried to ignore him, but he could see the powerful legs working on that machine, the way his feet flawlessly executed a perfect running form, and the constant thrumming of his shoes hitting that track beat in his head consistently, a constant rhythm that thrummed in his mind.

All through the rest of his workout he could feel the guy's presence like some duo of high beams glaring on him and making him feel a little self-conscious. Ari was proud of his body, but he wasn't one for showing off at the gym. He was by far bigger than the majority of the guys that lifted here, and he didn't like showing them up or making them feel bad when he could pull nearly double the weight they did. So, he liked going in the dead of night after he got off his late shifts where he wouldn't embarrass anyone.

Then again, this guy wasn't trying to outdo him in any way. He may be a big guy, and by the look of those muscled cheeks, he lifts well enough to bulge out his clothes, but he didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. Ari proceeded to try and lift as discreetly as he could, being quiet and gentle until he got to pushing himself with his grunts. After a while he forgot he had an audience and continued to workout in junction with the other guy, typically circling around the gym on the opposite side of him. The guy shot him a wave or two during the time at the gym and Ari politely nodded or acknowledged him, but he wasn't trying to make him feel uncomfortable or anything. Last thing Ari needed to do was scare off new business for the gym.

Then, Ari was finished with his workout. He went to go fill his water when the guy spoke up behind him.

“Nice workout dude," he said. Ari nearly jumped out of his skin, instead he fumbled his water bottle, but caught it just as he was about to drop it, spilling some of the water back down the drain. “Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

“Oh, no it's fine," Ari chuckled, finishing his water and capping it. He turned to see the guy had his bottle ready to fill, empty as well. “Got to hydrate on the way home."

“For sure, for sure," the guy nodded. “I'm Chance by the way." He offered a hand and Ari took it, and immediately felt bad. He was making this little guy shake his sweaty, gross hand! He did a quick shake and pulled his hand back.

“The name's Ari," he reciprocated the greeting and sidestepped out of his way to let him at the water fountain. “You just join the gym?"

“Yeah," Chance nodded. “It's my first night. Most places I went to had a manager, but I'm not seeing anyone besides you. I mean, you look like you spend a lot of time at the gym so I assumed you were one. Sorry if that threw you."

“No, it's cool," Ari nodded, his eyes glancing over Chance's chest. His yellow tank had drank in some of his sweat, a trail of it going down his hairy cleavage. He defiantly trimmed and man-scaped.

“That's good," Chance started to fill his bottle. “You usually workout at night?"

“I kind of exclusively workout at night," Ari said, scratching the back of his head, but regretted it. He exposed his sweaty pit and his fingers came back dripping with the sweat form his hair. He quickly whipped it off behind his back.

“Why's that?" Chance cocked a brow. “Don't want to show off for the crowd?"

“Actually, that's kind of the point. Most people that go here aren't heavy lifters like myself, so I tend to show people up and they don't' like that. It works better for my schedule to work out at night anyway."

“Huh, I guess we'll be unofficial gym buddies then," Chance screwed the cap of his water bottle on and lifted it up to Ari. “Cheers mate!"

Ari blinked before giving an awkward little chuckle and clunked his plastic bottle against Chance's.

“Yeah, cheers!" Ari kicked himself. Why was he so nervous? Why was he always so bad at talking to people at the gym? “Anyway, I got to get going."

“Oh? Yeah, don't' let me keep you," Chance nodded and stuck his earbud back in. “I'll catch you later, yeah?"

“Sure thing," Ari waived as he hauled his stuff out, taking a moment by the door to switch to his street shoes. “Damn…why am I so stupid."

Chance was having a similar internal dialogue that was eating away at him. He fumbled Ari and he wanted to hit him up later, but for now, he would sweat his anxiety away.

***

For the next month, Ari and Chance crossed each other frequently in the gym. The organic conversations between the two were rough at first, but they became more natural as time went on. Then again, it was difficult to find times to talk when they were both trying to focus on their workouts. Ari did notice that Chance wasn't staying on the far side of the gym anymore and instead working out closer. Ari chalked it up to the guy being more comfortable in the gym and not needing to be far away or rotate his workouts based on where he was.

Ari was finishing up on the butterfly machine when Chance came over.

“Mind if I take over when you're done," Chance joked. It was kind of their ongoing goof because they were the only two in the gym at this hour.

“Yeah, no prob," Ari grunted as he let the metal slowly return into a resting position. “Just finished my last set. Just give me a second to wipe it down."

“Don't worry about that," Chance waived off the idea. “You just move onto your next set."

“Really?" Ari asked standing up and glancing back at the machine, his sweat glistening against the red nylon. “I kind of sweat a lot and it's a little wet."

“Don't sweat it," Chance winked and gave him a thumbs up. “I'll clean it up for the both of us."

“I see what you did there," Ari chuckled and swaggered on to his next workout. “All yours."

Chance smiled warmly before adjusting the weight and taking Ari's place. It was damp with his sweat and his musky smell tinged the air around him. Chance gave a little shiver as he felt his own sweat mix with Ari's. It was a glorious mixture, the fresh warmth of their bodies mingling with one another, filling his senses with the ripeness of a fresh workout. Chance wasn't even counting his reps. He was just making sure to take deep breaths through his nose as he did rep after rep, his own sweat tainting the manly aroma of that beautiful, Latin, strong man.

Chance was grateful that his face was red already from working out as his blush burned across his face. He could feel himself getting hard from the smell, the fantasy of being pinned down by that sweaty beast of a man. How could he not just be enamored with that paragon of man. He didn't care if his boner was apparent in his shorts. People got hard working out all the time, this was no different.

Except that it was.

Chance got that small rush as he worked through the fantasy until every last trace of Ari's smell was covered by the sweat of his own brow. Chance took a moment and rested, huffing from having worked his pecs so hard. Speaking of hard, his dick was nearly popping out of his shorts. He wore nice booty shorts, but his dick was large enough it could pop out the hem at any moment. Chance bit his lip before standing up, spritzing the equipment down, and taking a break to go to the bathroom.

He quickly found a stall and sat down, peeling his shorts and jock off so he could reach his aching boner. Chance stroke his pleasure, remembering that smell, that feeling of Ari's sweat on him as he stroked. His foreskin rolled over his seven inch cock, welling up over the end and letting his pre drip onto the floor as he stroked with abandon, his balls peeling away from his sweaty thigh and bouncing between his legs.

Chance pulled his shirt up and tucked it under his chin as he stroked, the sweaty fabric cool to the touch as he looked down his own body. His pecs pumped from his workout, his belly fat warped into the shadow of abs that lay hidden beneath as he stroked his dong to the fantasy. It was corny, and he knew it, but he loved the idea of Ari working out on that butterfly machine while having him sit in his lap. The constant clank of the metal behind them going in rhythm to the plapping of his ass on his cock. Chance's eyes fluttered, his long lashes shading his eyes as he huffed, hot breath curling around his lips as his hips gently grinded against the toilet seat for a cock that simply wasn't there.

Chance was already on the edge, his pucker clenching with his rapidly approaching climax. He gave a light whimper as his prostate clenched and a thick load of his cum smacked against the stall door. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he tried to contain his moaning, instead giving barely audible gasps on each surging shot. He hit the door three times before the rest of his seed spilled on the ground. He leaned back, letting his shirt flop back into place.

All the while he imagined Ari pumping his load deep inside him. God he wished he could get pregnant! He would love to be his barefoot house husband just draining his balls whenever and wherever he could.

This little crush started out as just that, a little crush, but it never went away. Sure, crushes can last for a while, but Chance had never felt this burning need for a person ever in his life, and things were getting out of hand. He usually jacked it when he got home, but for some reason, he just couldn't control himself. He thought he could be sneaky, maybe take a bit of Ari's smell home with him, but he just couldn't control it. It was beyond intoxicating. Completely uncontrollable. He didn't even recognize himself when he was like this. It was like Ari was his personal brand of crack in a way that no matter what Ari did, he found it attractive.

Though, Ari seemed aloof or just not interested in him. He would keep his distance, even when Chance found ways of being closer to him, to engage and talk, but he would say something to end the conversation so they could get back to working out. He didn't know if it was because he was straight, or if he was just not interested, or if he just wanted to focus on his workout.

Chance was in turmoil. How could he let this go so far and sink so deep into his bones. He silently cursed himself as he cleaned up his mess, using his workout towel to get most of the spunk off. He'd come back later with a spray bottle or something form the gym floor. He either needed to do something or move on, and moving on seemed to not be an option. Normally Chance just needed to bat his baby blues and have men clamor to get inside him, but this was different. Ari didn't seem to play games or even have an agenda beyond working out.

He had confirmed with him on one occasion that he was single, so why was he just so distant to him?

Chance chewed on the inside of his cheek as he scrolled through his phone, looking for anything that might help entice a big strongman like Ari to come over and talk longer. Maybe he could sus out some info on social media? Ari seemed to be fairly inactive online though. Posting only on holidays or vacation pictures.

Then Chance blinked. One of his pictures from several years ago was of him kissing a dude! He was bi!

Chance shortly grieved the reality that he had a chance. At this point he would rather Ari was straight as an arrow and he didn't need to try anymore, and let this whole thing just die off, but no, he wasn't that lucky. He was grateful that he had a chance, but he wished it could have been over then and there instead of having to deal with it further.

Chance continued to scroll until an advertisement came through. It was for a phone app? It wasn't so much a dating app as it was something that could guarantee attraction. Chance furrowed his brow and looked up the app online. Apparently thousands of people had used it and claimed it worked. There was one negative review saying that the app malfunctions, but the overwhelming response was that this app could change your life.

“How the hell does it work? Chronivac technology? What does that even mean? If it works so well, then why haven't I heard of it before?" Chance scrolled down further and got his answer. “Holy shit! It costs that much? For an app?"

Chance felt his stomach churn at the high cost, but it somehow did give the claims legitimacy. This was either really expensive snake oil, or exactly what it portrayed.

Chance leaned against the wall, letting the cool tile sap the thrumming heat form his body. He mulled it over for a minute until he saw something next to the price tag. It was a golden sticker that read “Satisfaction Guaranteed, or Your Money Back!"

He felt the decision starting to weigh on him. An app that could change reality was absolutely bonkers! The ravings of a mad man with a boner for transformation and control. It couldn't be real, and those guarantees don't mean anything, right? They are all fake garbage to get you to buy crappy products. What was that Tommy Boy quote? “I can shit in a box and slap a guarantee on the side if you have time."

“Fuck it," Chance finally said. “What do I have to lose? Who needs rent money when you can bend the reality of space and time?"

He tapped his information in and sent his hard earned cash away into the ethos as the app started to download. Chance stood there for a few minutes, refreshing the page, but after a while he thought maybe something went wrong. He clicked on his apps and saw it was downloading, but he didn't quite understand the file type or the amount of data it was putting into his phone. He got an email just then and pulled it up. It was a receipt for buying the app and a notification that it could take several days to download.

“Oh, you got to be shitting me," Chance rolled his eyes. “I'm canceling my order."

Chance went to the app store, and attempted to do the money back guarantee, but an error popped up saying that it couldn't be done while the app was downloading and to request a refund upon completion of the app being installed.

“Whatever," Chance shook his head, frowning down at his phone. “Fuck me sideways. I got it bad, don't I."

“Got what bad?"

Chance nearly jumped out of his skin, his phone bouncing between his hands before he caught it with a contented sigh.

“Ari," Chance smiled. “You startled me."

“Yeah, sorry about that," Ari said, scratching the back of his head. “You're just in the way. Can I get past you here?"

“Oh, sure," Chance chuckled and walked into the lockers with Ari. “Sorry about that."

“Don't worry about it. The lockers are kind of narrow so there's just not much room."

“For sure, for sure," Chance opened his locker and started putting his clothes away. Then a thought occurred to him. A truly silly thought. He was willing to blow all that money on some snake oil app before just asking Ari out? Chance mentally kicked himself as he was packing his things. Once he zipped his backpack he spoke up.

“So Ari…do you have any fun plans for the weekend?"

“Huh?" Ari looked up from his duffle and smiled. “Oh, yeah I have a dinner date."

“Oh you do?" Chance felt his heart sour, but he kept his smile on. “That sounds fun."

“Sure, I got a big weekend ahead of me," Ari threw a beaming smile as he slung his duffle over his shoulder. “How about you?"

“Oh, nothing in particular," Chance shrugged. “Maybe catch up on the laundry."

“Yeah, I feel that. You've been hitting it pretty hard in the gym too," Ari nodded at him as he got his other shoes on. “I bet your dirty clothes are piling up."

“Yeah," Chance pursed his lips before he sat down on the other side of the bench. Not quite back to back, but close enough that when Ari moved to put on his other shoe, his elbow brushed Chance's. The warmth of that tawny skin was like a flame that ran through Chance. Even the arm hair was soft and silky with sweat as he shifted.

“Sorry, dude," Ari smirked, bouncing up on his feet. “Didn't mean to smack you there."

“It's no problem," Chance's blush was deep as it burned over his face. “For real."

“That's good. I'll see you around the gym," Ari saluted to Chance and made his way out.

Chance angrily laced up his sneakers and shoved his gym ones in his backpack before heading out. He needed to get that app going. Maybe connecting to his home internet would make it load faster.

***

Ari felt bad the way he left Chance at the gym. He was half way through a pickup line when he chickened out. He was going to say he had a dinner date planned with him, if he'd have him, but then the way Chance looked away, like he was ashamed, maybe he wasn't gay? He looked uninterested in the fact he had a date lined up, so he just sort of let it fall flat and got the hell out before he embarrassed himself further.

Though, maybe this time he could actually follow through.

He had accepted Chance's friend requests online so now he knew he was gay, but that only made his blunder last Friday all the more embarrassing. The fear of rejection stayed his hand and he decided to play it safe and use his hand instead of some tight, jock hole that weekend. God, he had no game.

“Whatever," Ari huffed as he pumped iron. “I'm not going to let that stop me today. After our workout, I'm going to ask that cute fucker out."

The ding of the door opening for Chance rang through the air. Ari paused his workout to look at him and give a little wave. Chance didn't return it, but maybe he just didn't notice. Then again, he always waived at him when he came in. Maybe…Maybe tonight wasn't the night either.

Chance dipped into the lockers as soon as he could and pulled out his phone. The app had finally finished downloading and he could access it. He opened it up as he got to changing into his gym clothes. A warning about his phone having a dated operating system flashed across the screen, but he quickly dismissed it. With how much money he shucked at the damn thing, he wasn't going to let a little warning label keep him from doing what he wanted with the app.

It was off-putting that it already had Ari's information in it, as if the app knew that Ari was the focus of his desires. He brushed it off as the app pulling people from his social media contacts. Ari would be the first alphabetically. There were plenty of toggles and switches and spectrum sliders that promised it could change reality and even make adjustments to his preferences. There was even dimensions on dick size and the giving to receiving ratio for sex.

“Fuck, this shit can't be real," Chance rolled his eyes. “But then again, I already spent the money."

There was a relationship toggle set to single and he could flip it to dating while adding himself as the significant other. Chance decided he should start small with that and flipped the switch and put himself as the SO.

“Well, let's see if this worked," Chance shrugged. He went out to the floor and waived at Ari.

“Hey Chance," Ari called out as he racked some weights. “How you doin' tonight?"

Chance smiled and waved back, “I'm doin' pretty good. So, how are you and your partner doing?"

“Partner?" Ari cocked his head. “Nah, I ain't seeing anyone."

“Oh," Chance blushed. “I…"

“Why do you ask? Do I give off the taken man vibe? Nah, I'm single."

“No, it's just…nothing," Chance put on a smile. “Just thought I'd ask about that date you had."

“Oh, yeah, that…" Ari felt the opening, but he let it pass. Something about Chance felt off today and he didn't want to waste his shot on an off day. “It fell through. Spent the weekend at home."

“That sucks dude," Chance went up to the treadmill and started it up. “But hey, glad you're getting out there."

Ari gave him a thumbs up as he made his way to his next machine. Chance on the other hand had the app open. He might as well play around with it if it didn't work, right? Get some enjoyment out of it. He opened up a tab that was simply labeled “Anatomy."

It looked like one of those character builder screens where he could adjust what someone looked like. Chance glanced at Ari and noticed he was on the butterfly machine. He pulled up his pecs and shrugged as he increased the strength of his pecs by a notch.

“Shit!" Ari shouted. Chance looked back at him, a loud clamor causing him to pause. “Did I miss a rung?"

Ari put the weight back down and looked at what the machine was set to. It was his usual weight. It was too light.

“Alright," Ari nodded and slipped it down a few more rungs and got to working out, feeling his normal amount of resistance.

Chance glanced at Ari in the mirror, his jaw on the floor. Did his pecs just get stronger? He couldn't quite tell from this angle, but his hairy cleavage seemed to have hit a pretty large pump.

“No way," Chance blinked before sliding the toggle up another notch. Again, the machine clanked as Ari pressed the metal too far.

Ari paused, looked at the machine and raised the resistance again. Chance's eyes were wide as he looked at the screen. It wasn't possible, was it? He flipped a dial and he watched as Ari's arms' pumped, getting thicker as veins rolled across them. He could hardly believe it as he watched Ari's arms beef up, getting thicker as he continued to work out.

Chance continued to toy with the app, rising Ari's strength little by little. First his chest and arms, then his abs. Ari's strong man belly shrank down, abs chewing away the fat as his now stretched out shirt hung limply over his powerful abs while the top clung to his chest. Ari gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to swipe sweat from his brow revealing the thundering obliques and angry trenches between those abs, his body hair rolling down in a treasure trail to his loins. His Adonis belt crunched into reality, his powerful thighs became more cut, thicker than normal before becoming teardrops, his calves thickening and yet slimming at the same time, his socks rolling down as the expanding muscle pushed the hems further below to bunch around his ankles. His shoes creaked, Ari wincing at the pain in his feet as they pushed against the edge of his shoes.

Chance continued to twist dials up, watching as Ari's body became more and more perfect, bigger, stronger, more powerful. Chance's own boner was bouncing in his shorts, flopping against his thigh as he jogged and continued to twist and slide Ari's body up larger. He found the height dial and twisted it.

Ari grunted as his head the pullup bar. Normally he just needed to dip down, but this time it's like it came down to greet him as well. Ari was feeling great, his pump coursing through him. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles flexing into cannonballs, his delts shifting up onto his neck, his lats forcing his shirt to ride up as his arms were forced at an angle.

Chance was so hot and steamy at the sight he didn't even really notice the warning that flashed on the app. He went to go kick Ari's growth up another notch when suddenly his phone sparked.

“Shit!" Chance hissed, stopping the treadmill and letting it gently deposit him onto the ground. On the dash of the equipment, the screen was glitching, smoke curling up from the speakers as sparks flew. The screen cracked as the pixels on the phone desperately tried to display something before the battery in the phone gave out. It burst, popping open like a fire cracker was inside, but that little explosion sent a rippling shockwave through the gym.

Chance felt that wave smack his chest and curl up his spine like a lightning rod. He gasped as his nerves lit up with static. It was like he was surrounded by magnetized pop rocks, his hair standing on end as goosebumps rolled over his ivory skin.

“Chance?" Ari had jumped at the sudden burst, but then that wave smacked him too. It curled around his heart and then shot up his spine.

“F-Fuck…" Chance gasped as pleasure tingled up his spine. His pecs pushed forward, getting thicker, stronger, the fibers rolling before pushing out. His spine elongated, each vertebrae cracking as it lengthened and strengthened to support the oncoming mass that was trying to find purchase in Chance's body.

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