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A story for @transformation4life as part of our trade, a bit late, got bogged down by a cold but hope you enjoy your transformation pal. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You had gone to the gym on a Sunday, hoping there would be barely anyone there. It had been a few months since your last visit and you wanted to take some time to re-equate yourself with a routine and some equipment before committing to daily exercise again.

Walking in to the gym you were relieved, it was almost completely empty, only a couple people on treadmills but you could count everyone in there on one hand. You out your bag away and took off your jumper. As you headed to the free weights section of the gym you were quietly hoping there wouldn't me anyone there, but as you rounded the corner you started to hear the chattering of 4 or 5 men, and as you fully stepped into the free weight area they all came into view.

4 massive muscular black bodybuilders built like tanks were all standing around posing in the mirror, but one stood out, one of them were bigger than the rest, standing in the middle of the group was a muscle god of a man, in a tight poser that clung to his junk and rode up his ass, almost disappearing in his tight bubble butt. The man would pose and the others around his would cheer, or slightly adjust his arms. Like he was prepping for a show. You tried not to make it obvious, you tried not to stare but your couldn't help it, he was so massive, so beautiful. The way the light hit him, the way it showcased every crease and bulge of his incredible body. The way you could feel his foot steps through the concrete floor as he changed posing positions.....

You silently shook it off, trying not to look like a creep staring at him, and went on to your own workout. It was a struggle, even curling 5 kilo dumbbells was a struggle, but the breaking point was trying to curl the 15 kilo Ez Bar, after only 2 reps your arms were shaking and you could barely get it above your waist. One of the guys looked at you in the mirror reflection and you thought he pointed at you to his mate. Your heart started to race, embarrassed they were laughing at your poor form or weak muscles. You needed a time out and made your way to the empty bathroom.

You turned on the tap and leant over the sink, taking a moment just to listen to the water, trying to ground yourself. You were disappointed, your strength was no where near where you thought it was, and your form was clearly bad enough people were talking about it. You were torn, wanting to leave the gym but knowing if you didn't stick to it you'd never improve.

Letting out a deep sigh you looked into your own eyes in your reflection.

"I wish I could just be like that guy out there, huge...stunning.."

The lights flickered for only a second and you began to feel weird all over. Your hands started trembling, looking down at them you could see your fingers expanding, from slender digits to thick, muscle inflated sausages, it travelled up your arm as your forearm expanded and soon your biceps and triceps were swelling up filling out your sleeves. At the same time your could feel your toes curling in the front of your shoes as your feet expanded. Your calves thickened as your quads also blew up hugging the sides of your shorts.

Suddenly your feet burst out of your shoes, a slight moment of relief as the crushing pressure that was slowly building all vanished in a moment, but something was wrong, as you looked down your left foot was a deep, dark brown, totally melanated. Slowly it began to creep up your leg. You looked at your hands to see they had both turned the same, and it was slowly spreading up your arms. You tried to rub it off but it seems to only speed up the process, any time you touched any of your pale white skin it'd quickly change and begin spreading from there too. As it made its way up your torso, your back expanded, your abs tightened and your pecs grew thick and bounced with each movement. Your shirt slowly started to rip as your shoulders widened and your backs widened your entire body.

You could see the dark skin creeping up to your face and your heart raced, you quickly filled your hands with water from the tap and splashed your face, rubbing your face in the sink, trying to wake up from this hallucination. As you rubbed your face it felt weird, like your bones were dough, like it was being rearranged and you rubbed your face. Pulling your hands up you ran your fingers through your hair and felt it all come out in massive clumps, even where you didn't touched it was instantly shed and fell out into the sink.

You looked up at your reflection.

"holy fuck" you said in a deep booming masculine voice.

Standing before you, in place of your reflection was a massive, gorgeous black man...

You took a step and almost lost your balance trying to navigate all this new size and weight. You couldn't help it, you flexed, seeing the beautiful size in the mirror, you smirked and laughed....sure your hair was gone now and you were basically and entirely new man, but you couldn't focus on any downsides or adjusting to your new life, you were too excited by this miraculous change to think about anything else.

You strutted out of the bathroom, chest puffed out and arms held cartoonishly at your sides, playing up your new found size whilst laughing to yourself, purposely holding them out so your shoulders bumped into the door way on your way out.

Walking over to the free weights section your felt not only your underwear but your shorts riding up your ass, giving you an uncomfortable muscle wedgie, You tried to pick it out but ran into your first problem, you back and arms were now so big your couldn't comfortably or realistically reach around behind yourself but you shrugged it off.

The free weights area was now empty and you smiled to yourself thinking about testing your new strength. Picking up weights you some how knew which ones were going to challenge your strength, not only that but your body seemed to enter almost an auto pilot mode when you began to lift, your form was perfect. Knowing about and even how to do exercises you had never even tried or heard of before...

But another issue quickly reared its head. Only after 5 minutes of lifting you felt hot....like there was a furnace inside of your body, or a wild fire...sweat was running down your back, down your chest, and dripping from your forehead...You huffed and gasped for air not used to how deep you needed to breathe to fill your massive chest and lung with air. After a few minutes you dropped the weights and put your hands on your hips. Pacing back and fourth panting like a beast and sweating like you lived on the sun. As you stepped you felt that wedgie riding up worse that how it started but not just that your shorts were now clinging to your legs and had gone from looking like basket ball shorts to looking like short shorts.

Looking in the mirror it wasn't just your legs that had swelled, but your entire body seemed to have stacked on even more mass you just failed to take notice as you were barely used to how big you had gotten in the first place. Bending down to pick up the dumbbells you dropped you suddenly head a massive tearing sound and felt the tightness of the fabric around your ass relieve itself in an instant. Standing up again you instantly felt the silky fabric of the shorts slide down your tree trunk legs and land at your feet.

You looked down, feeling your chin slam into your massive pillow like pecs, looking at the tattered mess of fabric on the floor around your feet.

"fuck....I'm....I'm even bigger....."

--------------- 1 month later ---------------

It was hard but you had slowly become used to your new size...but not after trying to wish to go back to normal a few times in the mirror. It was amazing at first. Your ID changed from your former self to your new body, but even your ID photo was shirtless. You lost your job for inappropriate uniform after you accidentally tore through your clothes multiple shifts in a row, in fact any clothes you bought seemed to end up completely ripped up and ruined by the end of the day no matter how large a size you bought, even buying baggy shirts and pants that made it looked like you didnt lift at all were completely torn up and worn through by the end of the day. Not to mention every pair of underwear to owned or bought seemed to be turned into a colourful, shiny stage poser once you looked away from it

Eating was another issue, there were no more quick meals, every meal was a 2000 calorie feast just to stop the hunger and give your body enough fuel to move. Showering was a 2 hour event. It took a 1/4 a bottle of soap just to wash yourself properly and get off the stench of sweat from how much your body produced from just moving, which was the hardest thing coming to terms with. Just waddling your huge body to the other end of your house left you out of breath and sweating like a pig in a bbq convention.

But it wasn't all bad, you had managed to get a stable income as a bother a professional bodybuilder and a bodybuilding model posing for magazines, although you never explained the source of your condition to anyone at stage or at your job. You just pretended it was a bit you were doing for a laugh rocking up for photo shoots or to competitions in nothing but a dick crushingly tight stage poser...

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You walked through the car park after your latest bodybuilding show...first place again, another big check but you weren't thinking about your back account right now, you were listening to your breath. Mouth open gasping like a fish as your waddled and lumbered to your car, feeling the poser ride up your ass and squash your dick with each step.

You opened your car door, leaning on the roof for a moment trying to catch your breath, as your moved your hips and let gravity do the work to pull your huge body into the front seat. You shut the door sliding your hand into the side strap of the poser trying to adjust it and get some comfort, but your extreme strength just lead to your accidently ripping it and snapping the strap.

You leant your head against the back of your headrest and let out a sigh of relief as your massive python spilled out, rock solid.

Tired from an entire day of posing, finally comfortable now that you were completely naked without a poser tightly holding your finest asset, you smirked at yourself in the rear view mirror...sure things were hard and not everything was perfect, but fuck you were locking being a roided up monster...

Hunter Labrada Practice posing outside in the sun