Show Off

 The gym locker room was Zeke’s favorite—and least favorite place. Every time he went in to change or take a leak, he was treated to anywhere from two to ten sweaty, half-naked bodybuilders flexing in the mirrors which surrounded the entire room. They were hung there for that exact purpose: to give big, sexy guys the chance to check on their progress (or check out themselves) all while putting on a show for the primarily gay cliental—Zeke included.

But then Zeke would catch a glimpse of his own reflection, and the mirrors were suddenly a prison of insecurity. He didn’t have the proper genetic disposition of some of the bigger bodybuilders, and even the smaller ones were only that jacked because “being jacked” was their entire personality. No matter how hard Zeke pushed himself at the gym, no matter how many protein shakes he drank, he simply did not look anything like those guys. He was beginning to think he probably never would.  

But fate had different plans for Zeke on that fateful Monday morning. Zeke liked to change in the morning since the lockers were sparse and he didn’t want anyone judging his non-existent muscles. That day, it was empty. Just Zeke, the mirrors, and his own, pathetic reflection.

He stood there for a moment or two, staring at the body he’d poured so much time and energy into. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. “I just wanna be hot,” he cried out to the silence, “I just want to look like all those guys. When I look in the mirror, I want to be turned on by what I see. I want people to be turned on by me. Is that too much to ask!?”

And the silence responded.

At first, Zeke thought he was hungover. Why else would his reflection be bubbling and bending like a piece of rubber? But when Zeke put a hand to his bare chest, he felt it ripple and swell exactly as it rippled and swelled in the reflection. Zeke was stone-cold sober, and he was getting bigger by the second. The young man watched his body completely change; his shoulders got broader, his arms bigger, his chest more thick and pillowy. He stood in utter disbelief as the muscle—the muscle he’d tried for years and years to grow— grew instantly before his very eyes.

And it just kept growing. Zeke was pushing 250 pounds of pure titanium testosterone when the next phase of his transformation began; tattoos appeared all around his back and torso, accentuating the impeccably sculpted curves of his muscular body. His skin grew tan, his lips grew big, and the hair on his head vanished, only to reappear seconds later on his face, chest, and legs. He shifted his position as something slithered down the length of his thigh. When he looked up, the crown of his new 10″ cock was clearly visible through the shiny blue fabric of his gym shorts, as was the long vein running up the length of the shaft. 

But such cosmetic changes paled in comparison to Zeke’s final transformation. Zeke had been correct in his assumption that "being jacked” is the entire personality of any true bodybuilder, and in just the blink of an eye, it became his as well. His passions for music, movies, and world history, the sly wit that made him such a hoot at parties, all gone in a flash, replaced in the following moments by an insatiable obsession with physical perfection. “Zeke” graduated with masters and spent his weekends doing trivia nights. “Zeb” played football all through college and goes to raves to blow off steam. “Zeke” was a self proclaimed foodie. “Zeb” hadn’t had a carb in weeks. “Zeke” was nothing more than a long forgotten dream, and “Zeb” stood in his place.

As the morning crowd of gym goers trickled in, they were greeted by the image of peak male performance admiring himself in the mirror. He had been doing so for hours now, and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Because he had finally gotten exactly what he wanted: to be hot, to be just like all the other narcissistic meat heads showing off their over saturated bodies for the enjoyment and envy of others.

Though no one was enjoying the show quite as much as Zeb. He knew the chances of actually working out that day were next to none.

It’s not like he needed to anyway.

Baby's First Pride (ASK)

 

Dude!! Congratulations!!!

Seriously, coming out is never easy, and always cause for celebration. On a personal note: I too spent all my college years in the closet, and only just started to come out to my friends family this last year. This will be my first pride as well! 

But pride can also be a little… how shall I say… “intimidating,” especially for those of us who spent most of their time in college studying, stressing, and wishing we were working out instead. Going to your first pride parade as a queer person is scary enough already. Couple that with the fact that every other guy looks like a Tom of Finland drawing and you have a recipe for more stress.

And what do we say to more stress? Absolutely fucking not. 

So lay back, relax, and let’s give you a body you can be “proud” of, one that’s sure to get you loads of dick (and pussy!) in the coming pride festivities.

First, let’s clear up that skin. I doubt it has seen much daylight in the last four years. Oh honey, don’t be upset! You’ve been inside studying, who could blame you? But a great body starts with great skin, and trust me when I say you’re going to be showing a lot more of it once I’m finished.

You should begin to feel a soft tingling on your face, back, and chest. Every zit, boil and blemish vanishes without a trace, leaving you with skin clearer than a blue summer sky. Next, a warm wave washes over your entire body. It is as if your skin is absorbing days and days of direct sunlight in less than a minute, leaving you with a perfect tan—sans all those pesky tan lines. If you’re gonna march down main street wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a leather harness, you’ve gotta look as good without clothes as you do with them.

You’ve also gotta have some real “ass”-ets to show off, and sitting around in a classroom for so long hasn’t done your butt any favors. All that is about to change however, as you feel your hips gyrate to some alien rhythm, packing on pounds of fat and muscle with each primal thrust. 

The first thing both girls and guys notice is a good ass. Now: you have a great one, the kind of ass destined to be pounded by hundreds of great dicks (and fapped to by many, many more).

And speaking of great dicks, flip over! You ass wasn’t the only thing to experience a growth spurt during that last round of changes. I’ve made sure to give you a cock that will show through every piece of clothing you wear. Get ready to be the talk of the town at pride… and the gym… and pretty much everywhere you go from now on. 

Yeeeah… you ever heard the phrase “big dick problems?” Well, it’s a thing. 

I wouldn’t worry too much though, since you’ll be getting laid every night for the rest of your life. XXL underwear, baggy sweat pants, and weird, horny looks from every other person you pass are all what I like to call “good problems” to have.

And last but certainly not least: muscles. My god, are you in for a treat. I’m about to turn you into the hottest, horniest, hugest fucker at pride 2021. You ready to grow? Like… really grow? Cus I don’t think you are. I’ve been told this is the most painful part of the transformation process...

… and the most pleasurable.

Fuck yeah, feel those muscles pulsate under that perfect skin, feel the years and years of intensive training hit you in matter of seconds. Feel the endless breaking down and building up of muscles fibers, all the pain and pleasure of a thousand workouts in the blink of an eye. You won’t be able to stop your hands from exploring your body, feeling it sculpt under your fingertips as if they were growing your muscles with each touch. You don’t want this feeling to end, and yet it does. As quick as it began. 

Only now? You look like an adonis, the image of male perfection, the sum of every gay guy’s fantasy and every straight girl’s dream. Don’t believe me? Look for yourself. Snap a photo for christ’s sake; you’ll always remember this moment as the first time you saw your new body, the body of an out and proud bi man in his prime. 

Now what are you waiting for? Get out there and strut your stuff, stud! This is your first pride after all, and I promise it’ll be one for the ages. I can’t think of a single girl or guy who won’t jump on the first opportunity to jump on you.

But I only deserve half the credit. Seriously! All I did was give you a body to match how beautiful and strong you are inside. Because coming out takes real strength, and that’s something no amount of muscle can ever lift.

Though the muscle is a nice touch, if I do say so myself.

Happy Pride!