FSE

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I was a rather skinny guy as I entered the popular fitness center in town, the Palm and Fist. Not called a gym given how that term was practically co-opted by the pokemon league, though there were some fighting types that trained in the building. Five of them being the fitness coach’s pokemon, trained to be the best and strongest in both battles and contests.

I started with the lightest weights as I did my usual routine for the day.

As I did so, I can’t help but looked around and felt inadequate at my lanky frame compared to the people and pokemon lifting and training on the heavier weights, on the faster speeds of the treadmills, on the martial arts dummies, and on the wrestling ring.

I sighed and tried to put away the thought to focus on my exercise.

“Do you need any help?” someone asked. I turned around and saw that it was the fitness center’s owner and coach.

“Oh, uh, no, I’m good.”

“You sure? You look like you’re starting out and I can coach you to the proper methods for training.”

“Ah, I’m not doing this for training. Just trying to get healthy, that’s all.”

The coach laughed.

“You sure? Cause I noticed you eyeing up on the regulars and the pokemon around.”

I stopped what he was doing and blushed.

"Uh, you noticed that?"

"You weren't exactly subtle about it." the coach said with a grin.

"Well, they are stronger and buffer than me, so it is a little intimidating."

"I can help you train, get into the right routine and mindset. Last thing you want is quitting due to insecurity or a pulled tendon."

"Uh, you sure? I mean, you are working here."

The coach laughed.

"It's fine! Anything to help a new guy." he pulled out an audio player with a fist decal. "Here. Some good training music to help pump you up and some audio guides I made for training. It's like those meditation apps that's getting popular these days. Don't worry, I got more of these for everyone. The basic programs are free after all."

I thanked him as he then went to work. I looked at the audio player, shrugged, put the earphones that's attached to it, and began listening to the rather energetic music as I return to my exercise.

The coach was right. It did pump me up for the exercise, feeling better than comparing myself with the fitness center regulars and fighting type pokemon. Might listen to more later.

In the next couple of days, the coach gave some suggestions. The typical ones like eat healthier, exercise daily, sleep early, meditate, and the like. I was going to return the audio player but he told me to keep it, to listen to the music some more to help me focus.

"If it's not your kind of genre, I can give you a different one." I passed down the offer. He already gave me a lot already. I simply went to my routine for the day.

Course, I went to add a bit of jogging on the treadmill since the last thing I wanted was getting top heavy with a buff torso and arms and skinny legs like a cartoon character.

After the short jog, I went to drink a milkshake at the fitness center’s eatery. It was the first time I went to the eatery as some people and pokemon eat and drink in a break during training.

“Machoke!” Muscles, the coach’s machoke exclaimed as he manned the blenders to make some shakes. It was rather an interesting sight as the pokemon appeared trained to use the kitchen equipment.

I was looking at the hanging sign above the blenders, detailing the choices of what to put in the shake as well as the typical menu listing.

“Ma!” Muscles shoved a large cup of milkshake at me.

“Uh, I didn’t order yet.” I said but the pokemon happily gave it to me before going for the next order. I didn’t even pay for it.

I shrugged after a moment. A freebie’s a freebie.

I took a sip and it was surprisingly good. It’s normally not my kind of flavor since it’s not that sweet. It was an ice cold milkshake with a spicy and sour taste. I think I could feel some bits of solid protein powder in it as well.

I went to take a seat, rest, listen to the music of the audio player, and drink my freebie shake in peace. It was very relaxing, very calming, very nice.

I slowly build up my routine following the coach’s guidance in the coming days. Weight lifting, jogging, stretching, meditating, yoga, pull ups, push ups, and more, all the while I listened through the pumping workout music. I also began to eat healthier with more and more protein to help in my bulk up to better health.

I looked at my reflection shirtless as I started to flex at myself, seeing the slowly forming muscles, a nice developing toned frame.

I would have months of training to reach the manly physique like the fitness center regulars but that's more of a personal power fantasy than reality. Getting fitter and healthier was my overall plan.

I doubt it’s even possible for me. I don’t exactly got the body plan for something like that. No, the fit and toned physique would probably be the most I could manage. Still, can’t stop a guy from fantasizing.

I got used to the taste of the protein shakes Muscles kept giving me. I don’t know why but the spiciness was an interesting kick, though, for my health, I slowly stopped eating sweets and junk food so much.

In a week or two, I listened to the workout music as I lift weights.

I noticed coach heading to me with a grin. I took the earphones off while I continued my workout.

“Hey there coach.”

“Hey there newbie! Looking good there!”

I grinned as I flexed my arm a bit.

“Thanks coach! Your advice was helping me a lot.”

“Got an upgrade for your audio player. Got some audio lessons for ya in this.”

“Oh? Sounds great! I do work out back home these days.”

“Great to hear.”

I switched my audio player for a new one, a nice dark blue one with the same fist decal. I put it back on my waist before putting the earphones on.

“Good luck on your training.” the coach said with a grin before he went back to work. I tuned back to my workout music and my training. Maybe I should add an hour of fitness workout to my daily schedule.

After my workout, I headed home, took a nice cold shower, put on my typical loose pajamas, and ate dinner. I did some push ups in my bedroom afterwards.

Curious, I went to check on the audio lessons in this new version of the audio player.

I put on the earphones as I looked at the new list next to ‘workout music’, ‘training lessons’.

They’re mostly locked except for the first lesson, ‘basic training’.

“Sounds simple enough.” I muttered to myself as I pressed play, placed the audio player’s clip on my pajama pants, and began to listen.

“Hello,” it was the coach’s voice, in a rather calm and soothing tone, “and welcome to your first lesson in basic training. Before we start in the physical workout, one must need to be fit mentally and emotionally to help gain proper focus in life. Start by finding a comfortable position, and close your eyes.”

I easily did so on my bed.

“Breath in and out, slowly and calmly. Let your mind focus on your breath as you breath in, and out. Do not worry if you don’t develop a proper rhythm. This is your first step in developing a focused mindset. If you find your mind begin to wander to fear, worry, and any other thought, simply acknowledge it exists and return to the breath. Breath in, and out.”

In, and out.

“It’s okay if your body begins to fidget and twitch. This is still the first step towards a focused mindset. Simply acknowledge it exists and return to the breath. In, and out.”

In, and out.

“Simply focus on the breath. Let everything else fade into the background. Don’t worry if you fail to focus due to rising thoughts or bodily twitching. You are at the first step of your training. Those will fade as your training continues. Breath in, and out.”

In, and out.

“Now, let us learn the proper breathing techniques. First, posture, straighten your back to help clear your airways.”

I straighten my back as I breath in, and out.

“Then breath in deeper. Instead of shallow breaths, breath in and out to your diaphragm. Let your breathing flex it, train it properly.”

In, and out.

“Feel the air enter you, go down to your lungs, filling you up with fresh air as much as you can, before the air exit you, flexing your diaphragm in the process.”

In, and out.

“In, and out.”

In, and out.

“In, and out. Now slowly, while focusing on the breath, notice your surroundings and slowly open your eyes.” I did so as I take some more deep breaths. “And that’s the end of your first lesson. Remember to focus on your breath as you go about your day and we’ll meet again in the next lesson.”

I got up to stretch my body.

“Man,” I muttered with a grin. “He’s good. It’s like a voice perfect for ASMR.” I chuckled to myself at the mental image of coach doing such a thing.

The next day, I added an hour of training at the fitness center. Coach congratulated me on my push for a better body.

I breathed in, and out as I continued with the basic training lessons at home. Still breathing exercises but I slowly grew more and more focused on my breath, slowly staying still and my mind calm.

“Breath in, and out...”

In, and out.

“Focus on the rhythm of the breath...”

In, and out.

“Flex your diaphragm...”

In, and out.

“Breath in focus...”

In, and out.

“Breath out fidgeting...”

In, and out.

“Breath in focus. Breath out thought...”

In, and out.

“And that is the end of a week of basic mindset training. The next set of lessons has been unlocked. If you need a refresher later on, you are free to listen to the audio again.”

I smiled as I breathed in, and out. I never felt so relaxed. I went to bed as I readied myself for my next lesson.

I drank my spicy shake as I stopped worrying about the freebie shakes Muscles kept giving me everyday. I needed to focus on my training after all.

As I weight lift, Punch, the coach’s the hitmonchan came to me and lead me to a punching bag.

“Hitmon chan!” he exclaimed as he held on the punching bag.

“You want me to learn boxing?”

“Chan.” he nodded. I shrugged as I took a deep breath in, and out, before I start punching. After a few punches, Punch stopped me and grabbed my hands. “Hit.” he then taught me how to wrap my hands in martial arts bandages. I chuckled as Punch was having some trouble wrapping my hands with his boxing gloves, leaving me with my fingers wrapped together.

“Heh, now I have three fingers in each hand.” I joked. Chan returned to holding the punching bag. I shrugged and returned to punching. I’ll unwrap my hands at the end either way. At least the workout music I was listening to was great.

After the workout, I decided to take a shower in the fitness center. I was sweating a lot.

I saw my reflection and grinned at the developing tone. Though, I could go for more, get a better figure, like a chiseled masterpiece. I chuckled before I got in the shower.

I soon headed home and ate dinner. I looked around my home, starting to wonder if it was possible to build a home fitness room, perhaps sell some unnecessary stuff away, before I change into my loose pajamas.

I then listened to the next lesson in my bedroom, ‘basic stretching’.

“Hello,” coach said, “and welcome to your first lesson of basic stretching. First, let us ready ourselves with some breathing exercises.”

In, and out.

“Bring yourself into proper focus...”

In, and out.

“Focus only on the breath...”

In, and out.

“And ignore all other stimuli...”

In, and out.

“Excellent. Now, stand up straight while you maintain your breathing rhythm.”

In, and out.

“And follow my words for the exercise.”

I nodded as I felt ready for anything.

“With your back straight, try to reach your toes for ten seconds.” I did so. Didn’t reach them while coach counted down but it was the point of stretching to improve flexibility and dexterity.

“Now slowly raise your arms straight up by the sides and act like you’re reaching something high above you and keep it for ten seconds.” I did so. I felt my body feeling good as I stretched.

“Lower your arms so they’re pointing level with your shoulders and for ten seconds flex your arms-flex.” I did so. I ignored the error in the recording as I flexed my arms.

“Now some jumping jacks for ten seconds.” I did so. I followed the instructions, completely focused on my lesson.

“And now to refocus yourself with some breathing exercises as we end the lesson.” I nodded as I listened to my coach’s voice recording. I took a seat on my bed.

“Focus on your breath-flex...”

In, and out.

“Focus on your training-flex...”

In, and out.

“Focus on your muscles-flex...”

In, and out.

“Focus on-flex...”

In, and out.

“And that concludes the lesson for the day-flex.” I shrugged at the faulty recording, placed the audio player on the end table next to my bed, and went to sleep.

It became a routine in the following days. Worked out, got advice from coach, drank a spicy shake by Muscles, punched a bag with Punch.

Seemed that I was getting popular with coach’s pokemon as his hitmonlee, Kick, came to me after the makeshift boxing lesson.

“Hitmon lee.” he said as he led me to a martial arts dummy, a spinning wooden log with jutting out wood. I chuckled.

“Let me guess, you gonna teach me some kicks?”

“Lee.” Kick nodded. He grabbed some martial arts bandages and began to wrap my feet. I chuckled as Kick, like Punch, ended up wrapping some of my toes together even though it’s supposed to just wrap my ankle and sole, if I got the pictures of martial artists right. Now I got three toes on each foot to matched my three fingers on each hand.

It was too hilarious to stop either of them to be honest. Gave a bit of a special charm in my opinion, so I didn’t bother to correct Punch, and now also Kick, on the wrapping error.

“Ok,” I got into a stance as I faced the training dummy while Kick grabbed the back of it, “I’m ready for more.” he began to twist the log left and right as I began to block and kick. The high energy workout music only made the training pumped me up even more.

At the end of it, I was taking some heavy breathes to refocus myself as I heard some clapping. I turned to see coach smiling at me. He held a cup of shake as he walked towards me.

“Excellent work there newbie!” he said. “And I see you’re getting better and better as well. Reaching that peak form by the looks of it.”

“Peak form?”

“I mean, give yourself a good flex in a mirror. You’re turning into a fitness regular after all.”

I grinned at the thought as my body seemed to twitch at the idea. I did some more deep breaths to refocus myself.

“Thanks coach. Couldn’t have done it without you or your pokemon.”

“Yeah, my team loves to help out people in their workouts, especially newbies like you. By the way, Muscles wanted to give you a shake. It’s on the house. You’re probably tired after all that training.”

I grabbed the shake and began to take a sip. Nice and spicy, my favorite.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

“No problem! Anything to help out. Heh, can’t wait to see you flex your stuff around like some of the regulars.”

I’m normally shy but I would be lying to say if the idea to show off my growing gains didn’t come to my mind these days.

“Heh, maybe later.”

Coach just laughed loudly.

“Flexing out when you’re done and ready? I like your spunk and attitude there!”

I laughed with him. I didn’t need to focus on telling him what I actually thought, just what to do next as I finished my shake. A nice shower, and to check out my reflection, maybe do a couple flexes. Felt a couple twitches all over my body at the thought, which I easily subdued with some deep breaths.

I headed to the showers, grabbed a towel, and stripped naked.

I paused to look at my reflection.

I was starting to develop an athletic build in my few months of training.

I grinned as I flexed at my reflection, doing some poses in the process.

I felt my biceps, my triceps, my pectorals, my abdominals. It felt great, wonderful, as I flexed my stuff.

It wasn’t the only thing that was starting to flex as I started to feel hot from the pleasure of my growing strength and developing physique. Likely from the spicy shake I drank.

I chuckled at the sight of my reflection before I took a shower.

I ended up imagining myself with a muscular and sculpted body, showing off as much of my body while I cleaned myself with soap. I blushed at the thought as I flexed a bit in the shower.

I imagined myself on a stage, flexing and posing, showing off my moves, punching, kicking, weight lifting, and more. I started to feel hot once more, probably from the shower’s hot water, as I kept on rubbing myself, feeling the muscles, focusing on them.

I could hear coach cheering me on...

“Flex! Flex! Flex!” he would probably shout that...

“Bulk up to the max!” yeah, max muscle, more training, more muscle...

I shuddered as I woke from the daydream. I chuckled at the mess I made, at least I could clean that up with the water. Rather embarrassing for that to happen in a public place.

I said goodbye to coach and his pokemon before I ate dinner and headed home.

I did a couple hundred pull ups and push ups before getting ready for my lesson.

The recording said that the lesson was best followed in the nude, which I properly followed while strapping the audio player on my arm.

Breathing exercises first. In, and out.

Warming up stretches next. In, and out.

“And with that, let us begin with your basic pumping lessons-flex.” in, and out.

I tuned out the recording errors as I simply focused on coach’s voice, on training, on muscles...

“Pumping is simple as a concept. To redirect the flow of energy going through you. Now, we’re not reaching for the skills aura users have, but simply push and pull the energy flowing in, and out of you. Let the breath guide you, focus you in the rhythm.” in, and out.

“Stand up straight and tall-flex and try to flex your body all over. You are getting a feel of your muscles-flex, to get a proper sense of them before we start pumping.” in, and out.

I flexed my muscles as I felt them. I started to get hot once more as it felt good.

“Focused on the breath as we begin the exercise. Breath in deep, pull in the strong fighting energy, and feel it flow into your body, your muscles, your groin.” in, and out.

“Keep going.” in, and out.

“Feel the energy flowing like cold water towards your muscles, growing them, sculpting them into perfection.” in, and out.

“Feel the energy flowing towards your sack, growing them, making them bigger and heavier as they produce more and more.” in, and out.

“Feel the energy flowing towards your member, growing it, making it bigger, longer, and girthier as they grow sensitive more and more.” in, and out.

“It feels good to let the energy flowing in, to flex your muscles, to show off your body without shame. You are training to be the best-flex.” in, and out.

“Now feel the old tired energy flowing from your body, from your head, from your muscles, and push them towards your sack. Collecting the tired energy there as you’re readying to proper bulk up in perfection.” in, and out.

“When you feel that enough old tired energy has been collected, let it out, release as much as you can out of your system while you flex your muscles-flex. It is a statement on the form you want to have. The goal you strive for, flex.” in, and out.

“Now, refocus on your breath as we repeat the exercise a few more times.” in, and out.

“Good flex...” in, and out.

“More flex...” in, and out.

“Pump flex...” in, and out.

“Be Flex...” in, and out.

“And that concludes the first lesson in basic pumping.” in, and out.

I moaned as I stood there with a large mess on my bedroom. I chuckled as I put away the audio player before I went to take a shower and cleaned the mess up. The price to pay to train my muscles to the max.

I then went to bed naked as the feeling of something rubbing my muscles was just wonderful.

I started to dream of flexing, posing, training, sparing, and being with coach and his pokemon. Gave me a stiffy when I woke up in the morning.

The following days were routine as usual, workout, a shake or two from Muscles, boxing with Punch, and kickboxing with Kick. I would had went to the shower if it wasn’t for Press, coach’s hawlucha, leaping at me.

“H-hey! What the?” I exclaimed as Press led me to the wrestling ring.

I grinned as I agreed to some more training, this time with the lucha bird.

We wrestled as he taught me the basics before showing off some moves to try to copy.

We even sparred each other as I felt the bird pokemon grappling me all over to counter the height difference.

Once the training was done, I showered, ate dinner, and went home to workout some more and continued with my pumping lessons. I stopped thinking much on the growing mess after a lesson as all I could focus on was my growing muscles when they began to bulge properly. I cleaned the mess up, of course. Coach wouldn’t like it if I were messy and lazy.

I did end up doing some pumping in the showers. It felt great being at the fitness center more and more. It was like a home away from home now.

I began to sell some junk, cleaning up my home from such useless stuff.

I started to get curious about the building behind the fitness center, seemed to be where the coach and his pokemon lived. I wondered if there’s an open spot there. Would save me a lot of time from the commute to the fitness center.

I continued with my routine, workout, spicy shake from Muscles, boxing with Punch, kicking with Kick, wrestling with Press, shower, and a lesson back home before sleeping.

It was after wrestling training when I saw coach’s last pokemon, a throh named Pose. We looked at each other like time stood still for a moment. He looked at me in silence with crossed arms. Something about that look annoyed me.

“You got a problem?” I asked, ending the silence.

“Throh.” he then bulked up with muscle, showing off his trained strength.

“You trying to intimidate me?” I asked with annoyance. “I can get stronger than you, you know.”

Pose laughed and that just pissed me off. I had to show him that I could do it as he walked away.

“Come back here and I’ll prove it to ya!” I chased after the throh as he led me to the contest room where the fitness center did their bodybuilding and tough pokemon contests.

Pose went on the stage and, like his name, pose at me with another use of bulk up.

I heard coach chuckling at the sight.

“Looks like Pose challenged you to a contest of form.” he said as the throh kept on posing at me. “Not even some of the bodybuilders in the fitness center could out flex him. Though, are you brave enough to try to flex your stuff on the stage there? My pokemon and I could be the judges for that. I’ll even give pointers on flexing and posing along the way. Pose would prefer an equal after all. What do you say newbie?”

I grinned as I simply nodded.

“I’m brave enough to take the challenge coach. Just tell me what you need me to do and I’ll do it.”

Coach laughed.

“That’s the spirit! You got spunk. I’ll prepare a proper uniform for ya soon. Can’t have a contestant in training wear inappropriate attire after all. But it’s getting late and I need to close up shop. See ya tomorrow, Flex master in training.” coach said as he then told Pose to stop and help him ready to close and lock up the fitness center.

I headed home in a daze as I kept thinking of the title coach called me. Flex master, sounds perfect for me.

I stripped naked in front of the mirror to flex and pose, trying to get the basic forms exactly right. Each flex making me feel hot and hard as it felt just right for me to do.

“More...” I moaned at my reflection, “Flex more...”

I shuddered as I once again made a big mess. I’m used to it, even enjoyed it by now, a sign of my growing manliness, strength, and virility. I cleaned it up before I did some exercises.

“Good flex...” I muttered to myself with a grin before I went to listen to my lesson. In, and out.

Breathing exercises. In, and out.

Stretching exercises. In, and out.

Pumping exercises. In, and out.

“Congratulations. Now you are ready for your greatest and longest set of lessons. It will use everything you learn in the three previous sets.” coach’s recording said as I readied myself. My heart was pumping at the idea. My muscles were throbbing in need to train. I grinned at the idea of growing into the best there is.

“To commemorate on your progress, you need a proper stage name, a nickname to show how much you truly change for the better-flex. Flex is your name.”

“Flex...” I flexed. “Perfect name for me...”

“You sure do love to flex, Flex.”

I chuckled.

“You bet I do!” I flexed some more.

“Bulking up in muscle with each flex.”

I took deep breaths as I kept flexing harder and harder. I felt the energy flowing into me, making me stronger, bulging my muscles in the process.

“Bulk up… each flex...” I muttered.

“Flexing to maximum power... maximum bulk up.”

“Maximum… bulk up!” I groaned as I felt the energy spiking within me, bursting out through my muscles, releasing the old tired energy out of me once more.

I looked at my reflection in glee.

I looked strong.

I looked tough.

I looked sculpted.

I am Flex alright, and Flex flexed his stuff without fear.

I moaned as the first lesson soon ended and I cleaned up once more before heading to bed.

The next day, I decided to get a haircut, shaving all of my hair away. Less likely to be grabbed by the hair if there wasn’t any. It was getting too long anyway, and the savings from shampoo alone would help me in the long run.

“Nice haircut there Flex.” coach said with a grin during my workout.

“Thanks coach. Felt like a needed thing to do. Don’t want long hair to ruin a good workout and training session.”

“Focused entirely on your training huh? Say, there’s an empty room in my home out back. I might let you stay there for a couple of weeks.”

I stopped my workout in surprise.

“You sure coach?”

“Sure? I’m plenty of sure! You’re a friend and a fitness regular now, even my pokemon likes you. Pose was training to win the challenge as well.”

I held on the weights tighter at the thought of Pose training to beat me.

“Let’s do it then.” I said.

“That’s great to hear Flex!” coach said with a grin. “Just go to the building after your workout.” he then returned to work.

I took deep breaths to refocus myself before returning to my workout routine, which now included a shake, punching, kicking, wrestling, and flexing with the coach’s pokemon.

Once my workout was done, I headed to the building behind the fitness center.

The coach was by the door with a box.

“Almost forgot to give you your proper uniform.”

I opened the box and inside was a loose white gi with black trimming, what looked like thick seam lines, some patches on the pants and a black belt. There’s even some training equipment like weight bands, fitness straps, and a training harness.

“This looks amazing. Thanks coach.”

“Hope it fits ya Flex. If it’s a bit small, I’m sure you could stretch it without ripping it. Special fibers and all that.”

He then showed me around the place. Typical kitchen, living room, and dining room with his bedroom. In the basement, a lot more training equipment of various kinds and some technological equipment for more training and analysis. He then led me to the second floor where he let his pokemon sleep and have.

“How nice of you to have a room for your pokemon. Most people usually kept them in their pokeballs.”

“I always see my team as my family.”

I saw the doors of the rooms, each labeled with their own design. Muscles’ label got his name on it with two flexing machoke arms. Punch’s label got his name on it with a pair of boxing gloves. Kick’s was a pair of hitmonlee legs kicking. Press’ was a pair of wings. Pose’s was a muscular red silhouette posing. My door got the word ‘FLEX’ on it with a muscular blue silhouette flexing.

I chuckled at the label as I tried to copy the flexing pose.

Coach patted my back.

“Looks like you’re liking your room already Flex!”

I chuckled.

“I sure do coach!”

I went in and saw a dojo like room with fitness and martial arts equipment. It has a tatami mat flooring and a simple bed. Sparse but I’ll make it mine.

“Don’t worry about the emptiness. I’m sure my team and I will bring your stuff here as fast as possible.”

“Yeah, sounds great to me coach.” I said with a grin as I readied myself for my lesson.

“Say, you don’t mind if I’ll watch you do your training, Flex? I can help in fixing anything you’re doing wrong.”

“Sure thing coach.” I put on the earbuds and begin the lesson. In, and out.

Breathing exercises. In, and out.

Coach helped me in my stance.

Stretching exercises. In, and out.

Coach helped me in my poses.

Pumping exercises. In, and out.

Coach helped me deal with the resulting mess with his special equipment that sucked it all out.

“Always put the pumper on when you’re pumping, Flex.” I closed my eyes as I felt coach’s hands on my shoulders and his breath by my ear. Was he talking to me, or was that just the recording? I don’t really care. They both sounded good and right, using the right equipment for the right exercises.

“Now for the special lesson, Flex. Focus only on training, only on muscles, only on flexing. Clear your mind of unnecessary things. Feel them flow down with the old energy. Each flex and throb push the old energy down to your groin. Let the pumper train you, hold it in, until the moment before the climax. Then release all of the pent up energy.”

I shuddered and moaned as I released the old energy out of me.

I heard clapping as I opened my eyes and saw coach cheering me on, along with his pokemon. Even Pose was clapping in that rival like way.

I turned and saw the pumper. It looked like a milking tube on my member that connected to a machine with what looked like a thermos bottle in it.

“Don’t worry Flex. You’ll get to use the proper workout machine in the basement when you’re ready.”

I nodded as he plopped the pumper off my member from its tight ring edge.

The pokemon then tackled me in joy as coach put the pumper back in the machine before carrying it way. I could tell that the pokemon were celebrating and their joy was infectious as I started to laugh and play around with them as well. After a group wrestle, they went to their rooms, leaving me alone in my room.

Coach returned with some food and water.

“Sounded like you guys were having fun.”

“We sure did coach.” I went to eat dinner. Spicy and delicious, the meat and vegetable pellets were an interesting touch.

Coach watched me eat with a grin as I chowed down the delicious meal.

“You’re gonna be great. Might even work here with me and my team. There’s always a spot in the fitness center.”

I found myself grinning as I imagined myself working at the fitness center with coach and the pokemon.

“Sounds great right.”

“Yeah… really great...”

“Well, you should better sleep on it, Flex.” coach said as he picked up the now empty plate and cup before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I yawned and went to bed.

The next couple of days, coach and his pokemon moved my stuff to my room and those that I deemed unnecessary, I packed them away to be sold later.

Other than that, I kept up with my routine with more hours now. This time in my room and in the workout equipment in the basement. Even doing some workout sessions in more and more hours of the day. Can’t let Pose beat me in the challenge.

More deep breaths.

More weightlifting.

More pumping.

More flexing.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was getting ready for the day so I was nude, putting on the ankle and wrist weights, the many straps on my arms and legs for training and improving energy flow, and the central training harness, before I’ll put on my gi uniform on.

I paused to flex at my reflection. I felt the relatively smooth pecs, though my skin was getting calloused all over from all of the training and wrestling, but in a manly way. I noted at how my abs looked better without the odd dip at the center. I flexed my biceps and watched how they bulged in the process.

The bruises were spreading though. Nothing but some massages from coach wouldn’t fix. The massages became part of my routine now. Some nice post-workout destressing. Coach used some special oil that loosen up the wounded up energy in my muscles. After that were pumping sessions, I’m still not yet ready for the equipment in the basement though.

I returned to putting on my gear and uniform before I began my workout routine. I was getting used to the weight bands and training harness, pushing against the weights and the springs. I felt myself getting stronger every time. I even wrapped my hands and feet in the same way Punch and Kick did, gotten used to the three finger and toe wrapping mistake.

I lost track of time while I worked out that coach brought in lunch and dinner everyday, a wonderful spicy dish with more of those delicious pellets. He said it’s perfectly designed to maximize on muscle and training, more protein for more muscle.

I did notice that I was slowing down but I shrugged it off. It was a tradeoff for greater strength.

Soon, I trained with the pokemon directly. The urge to beat them all grew as I wanted to show how much I grew for coach.

I pushed harder and harder, ignoring the spreading bruises, the growing roughness of my skin, the straight looking cracks on my rough and tough blue skin. Just the price to pay for strength and muscles. I felt myself getting closer and closer to peak condition.

I tightened my black belt for luck before I punched with Punch, kicked with Kick, wrestled with Press, grappled with Muscles, and even blocked with Pose.

I felt great living here. Coach even taught his lessons directly to me instead of listening from the recording. He even gave me new music and motivational speeches to listen to.

“Sock it to the left. Sock it to the right. Wrestle with your self-image and train it to be a better-sock.” Still some recording errors but it was easy to ignore those and focused on the message and my training.

Deep breaths. In, and out.

Weightlifting. In, and out.

Punching. In, and out.

Kicking. In, and out.

Wrestling. In, and out.

Grappling. In, and out.

Flexing. In, and out.

Pumping. in, and out.

“Push the old energy down some more.” coach said as I trained my toughness against the workout equipment in the basement’s special room for the first time. We’re all naked as Muscles, Press, Punch, Kick, and Pose were in their spots to train with me in pumping. They readied themselves on their machines while I got coach showed me how to do it.

He helped get covered in the special training oil before he showed me the bands of the machine and where to wear them, ankles, above the knees, thighs, waist, wrists, above the elbows, and shoulders. The pumper was placed on my member as I started to feel hot once more.

“Now the exercise is to both push the old energy of yourself to down here.” he fondled my large sack. “And hold it back until you’re ready at the climax. Think you can handle it, Flex?”

“Always ready coach.” I said with a grin before coach patted my head, careful with my growing horn in the process, before he activated the machine. He did the same with the others.

I began to train, pulling my legs closer to me despite the rope on my ankle bands pulling them down, pulling my arms closer to me despite the rope on my wrist bands pulling them up. They’re also partly distractions to try to unfocus me on pushing down the old energy from my muscles, my body, and my mind, and to keep the energy in my sack while the pumper kept pleasuring me to release prematurely.

Everyone moaned as I forgotten if I moaned with them in such an intense training session. I glanced at the coach, reading something from the central machine of the pumping room. The glass like screens showed everyone in their training, analysing use to see if we’re improving, if we’re the best. Coach sure knew how to make things better for us.

“Getting close there Flex but keep the energy down some more.”

I grunted as I kept on training, trying to prove myself to coach and to the others. That I’m ready. That I’m strong. That I’m part of the team.

Coach began to cheer us on in a different language as I felt the pressure growing, my muscles flexing, my member throbbing.

“... musculum maxitus... pokerus eternus... incrementus masculum… now guys!”

We all roared as we released the pented up energy, letting the pumper sucked up all of the energy into the metal bottles. I watched as the others filled a dozen bottles. Can’t wait to reach their level of power.

“Good job Flex. First time and you filled up a whole bottle.” coach said as I got myself out of the workout equipment with some help.

I grinned at the achievement.

“I’ll do my best every time coach!” I exclaimed as he petted me before giving me a rainbow bean as a reward. I ate the delicious snack and savored the flavor.

We headed up to our rooms, took a shower, and slept for the night.

The next few days was the same routine as I slowly trained myself up to the team’s level of strength and power.

Soon, coach said that a special day was coming for me to truly see if I got what it takes. The challenge and a special initiation after that.

I looked at my reflection a few days before the event as I flexed and posed in the nude. Everything was big, bulging, and perfect, not like Muscles and his large frame but still big for my body type.

I flexed my blue muscles as I bulked up a few times to try to reach my max. I was elated at the sight before I showered.

After showering and drying up, I did some proper care to look at my best, cleaning my black horn, making sure the tips were at a great shine. The lower horn was annoying since it’s in front of my mouth but I managed to deal with that by now. It’s now a part of that Flex charm.

I then continued with my day of training and working out.

Then, it was the day of the contest.

Pose and I were by the wall in the basement, wearing our gi with a tight colored bodybuilding thong beneath them. Mine was blue. On them was a piece of paper with a number on them. Mine was two.

Everyone else was seated and readied themselves with whiteboards and markers.

“Gonna be embarrassing to see ya lose to me, Flex.” Pose said with a smirk. “This is my element.”

“You forgot that I’m training to be here too.” I replied as I tightened my black belt for strength and luck.

Coach then began the contest. He called out a pose and we did them as best as we could.

We both showed every pose we were trained for, even the difficult ones.

“Looks like you’re both neck on neck in the scores. So, let’s take it to the next step!”

At the cue, we both took our gi shirts off and threw them to the side before doing the same on the gi pants, leaving us in the thongs and our black belts.

We flexed and posed some more as the heat started to get to us.

“Looks like it’s time to flex that muscle of yours.”

Coach then started with the two person poses. It became a sort of a wrestle to see who gets to be on top for them.

“Equal in strength as well. So, the tie breaker round.” coach then brought the pumper and put a tube on us. “Double bicep pose, the first to break the pose, loses.”

Coach returned to his seat as we did the pose. Then coach turned it on.

It was a struggle as we both tried to keep the pose as the pleasure and pressure grew more and more. The need to release slowly became unbearable but we kept on struggling.

But I had a special ability that Pose doesn’t have.

“N-no-gah!” Pose roared as he released first. I kept on for a minute before I succumbed to the pressure. I panted for a bit as I landed on the floor.

Coach laughed as everyone clapped and cheered for my win.

“You definitely got Sturdy there Flex!” coach said as he took the pumpers off us.

I gotten up with Pose’s help.

“Thanks.” I said.

“Heh, you beat me fair and square bro!” he said with a smirk.

“B-bro?” Pose then placed an arm over my shoulders, making me squat down a bit.

“Yeah bro! We’re all bros now!” Muscles said as they cheered.

“You’re part of the team now!” Press exclaimed.

“Well, almost.” Punch said while he crossed his arms.

“There’s still tonight after all. Think you could handle that, Flex?” Kick added.

I grinned at my bros.

“I’m ready for anything!” I said with a flex.

I was asleep when someone grabbed, blindfolded, bound, and gagged me. I tried to break free but the other person’s strength was too much for me to overcome. My ear holes were even covered to make it harder for me to hear. They led me somewhere as we walked.

We soon stopped and they took the blindfolds and earmuffs off me. I looked around and saw coach in an odd dark grey and purple outfit. While the rest of the team were wearing what looked like robes with fist decals, fist plate pendants with a fist decal on them, headbands with a fighting gem on them, and black belts.

Muscles was holding a similar robe, pendant, headband, black belt. It looked like they would fit me. The others freed me from the bindings.

“Is the initiate ready for the final challenge?” coach said. I grinned at winning my final challenge.

“I’m ready.” I said with a nod. At that, the other stripped me naked while Muscles walked to me.

“Put on your uniform for the initiation.” I put on the robe, the pendant, the headband, and the black belt. I felt the pure fighting energy flowing through me.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

“Initiate, enter the center of the circle.” coach said as I walked to the center of the fancy circle. “Ready the initiate for the initiation.”

Pose then went in to put the pumper on me and turned it on. He then exited the circle as the rest of the team watched on.

I looked at coach as he stood before a book on an altar outside of the circle.

“Now, the moment of truth, Flex. The test to see if you’ll take the step towards perfection or return to weakness and ignorance. Take deep breaths. Push out all the remaining human energy down. All of it. A single drop would mean total failure and banishment from all you had worked for, a return to weakness and ignorance of the strength and power of your sculpted muscles.”

I took deep breaths as I tried to push all of the old energy down.

“You only have one chance. One grand release at the climax of the initiation. All of your training culminates on this moment. Make us all proud Flex.”

I kept pushing, letting the pure fighting energy to flow to replace it. I felt my sack churning as I held it back. I’m not ready yet.

I could feel something thickening within me as I kept on pushing the energy down. I began to pant as the heat grew all over me. I didn’t realize coach was speaking the same foreign words in the process as I tried to use his voice to ground me from the pleasure and pressure.

“Push everything human down, leaving the sawk behind, the perfect sawk. Soon, only Flex, just Flex. Flex.”

I flexed automatically for my coach.

“Release.”

I roared as I released all of the pent up energy which the pumper sucked up. It felt a lot as it was both thicker and plentiful than before.

After a few minutes, I stopped as coached looked at me for a few seconds. He then grinned.

“Looks like you passed the initiation Flex!” he exclaimed as Pose took the pumper off me before everyone lifted me up.

“Flex! Flex! Flex!” they cheered. I laughed in celebration.

“Ha hah, don’t celebrate too early.” coach said.

Everyone else lowered me back down on the floor as coach pulled out a pokeball and expanded it.

“Only one last thing left to do after all.”

I walked to coach with wide eyes.

“Ready to officially join the team Flex?”

I flexed at coach.

“I’m always ready!” I then pressed the button. A red light shot at me and sucked me in.

The ball wiggled three times as I let it happened. It dinged before coach called me out.

“Now we can cheer.” coach chuckled as my teammates returned to lifting me up and tossing me in the air for a bit.

I soon found my place in the fitness center as I worked with the others. I ended up helping in the self-defense classes.

Of course, there’s more to life than just the fitness center.

We all trained and fought in battles. I even helped coach win a badge or two.

We took part in contests. I found a niche in toughness and coolness contests.

We even did some studding services. I heard that the price for my spunk got higher from both demand and winning a pedigree contest, along the prestige of winning battles and contests gave.

Everything felt perfect now.

I got a close knit team.

A great coach.

Perfect muscles.

Little else to focus on beyond those.

Just, some deep breaths, my training, and nothing more beyond.

Got to do my breathing exercises before I started my workout.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

And with that, a good bulk up to the max, a flex of all of my muscles, and I’m ready to start the day.