Lift. Pump. Obey. Repeat.
He found the gear abandoned in the locker room after closing time.
At first, he thought someone had forgotten it after swim training or some weird influencer photoshoot. Sitting on the bench was a glossy black swim cap, rainbow spiral goggles, and a pair of oversized headphones quietly humming with bass despite not being plugged into anything.
“Dude… these are kinda sick.”
The cap felt strangely warm in his hands.
He stretched the cap over his head first. The silicone tightened instantly into a perfect skintight seal, compressing every strand of hair beneath the glossy surface.
The moment they snapped into place—
At the same time, the headphones activated automatically with a deep vibrating bassline that rolled through his skull like a heartbeat.
The music felt incredible.
Just heavy. Like being fitted with a new suit.
Every beat seemed perfectly synchronized with his breathing and heartbeat as hidden whispers buried beneath the bass began repeating softly:
He laughed nervously and looked at himself in the mirror.
“Bro, I actually look insane right now…”
The first set changed everything.
Every rep felt euphoric. The pump came instantly. His muscles tightened harder than they ever had before while the spirals spun faster over his eyes with every contraction.
“Holy fuck…” he panted between curls. “This setup is so fire bro…”
Hours passed without him noticing.
By the end of the workout, sweat poured from his body while drool hung from his open mouth beneath the goggles. His arms shook violently from overtraining, but the conditioning music rewarded every rep with another wave of satisfaction.
Good drones lift forever.
Best drones become massive.
The moment he finally tried removing the gear, the euphoria disappeared.
His body practically panicked without the music and spirals feeding him commands. His thoughts became anxious and scattered until he shoved the headphones back on.
Relief flooded through him so hard he nearly moaned.
“Ohhh… okay… yeah… there it is…”
The conditioning tightened deeper after that.
By the next week, he wore the gear every workout.
By the next month, he refused to train without it.
Now the locker room regulars barely questioned the sight anymore: the massive gymbro standing beneath the fluorescent lights in his glossy black cap, spiral goggles, and headphones, drooling slightly while flexing in the mirror between sets.
He leaned against the mirror after another brutal set, drool hanging from his mouth while his swollen arms trembled beneath the gym lighting.
“Need bigger arms… gotta stay huge…”
The words came out slower now.
The conditioning music hummed softly beneath the bass:
“Y-Yeah… best drones get massive…”
Good drones train forever.
His posture straightened automatically as another wave of conditioning rolled through him. Somewhere deep down, part of him realized he should probably be terrified.
“Brooooo… lookin so shredded…”
Good drones never remove the gear.
“N-No reason to take it off…”
Best drones train forever.
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