"Ah, another patient successfully treated," he said as he flexed his new muscles:
"Nothing makes the sorrow go away quicker than becoming one with me."
There are many types of therapy out there, some more effective than others, but the fun ones are the obscure types that you only hear in whispers & at the bottom of an empty beer can.
The world can really put you down. Think of a reason, and it is out there.
Has been going to the gym for years on end. He loves the abs & his chest, but wants much bigger arms & shoulders. He learned that he may have to go through a bulk cycle to get there faster. That means covering up his abs during the process. To him it is like solving one problem by creating another.
His gym buddies have noticed his dour mood, lower attendance to social gatherings. They want to help him.
While in the locker room, one of his work out friends handed him a card.
"What's this," he said confusingly.
"We noticed that you have been going through a rough patch, thought you needed some extra guidance. Don't worry about the cost, it's free."
"Tristan's Temple of the Bodiful Mind.
There was a featureless bodybuilder in the middle flanked by stylized T's.
"And you are not happy either. Give it a try. For us, please."
After the gym session was over, he called the number on the back of the card & was surprisingly fitted in for the next day.
"Must not get a lot of clients. considering the macho culture underpinning gym culture, makes sense," he thought to himself.
The next day at noon, and he was at the entrance of an dark & narrow alley:
"Very little light for being lunch time."
He walked through anyway & went through the front door.
Inside, it was very very nice. Fluffy but firm chairs, walls painted in warm colors, marble where there should be wood crown molding. There were statues of burly men flanking each door & entrance. Carved out of stone, they had big muscles, deep cuts, and veins. Instead of the stoic faces, they were smiling.
In the back of the room were two receptionists: one male, one female. He could not see their entire bodies, but based on their thick necks with thick visible veins, they clearly had muscular bodies.
Their placards were placed on the receptionist desk, they had no names, only titles.
Head Priest, Head Priestess.
They did call themselves a temple, might as well as go all in on the idea.
Like the statues, they had big grins on their faces.
Before Urek could speak up:
"Ah, you are on time. Welcome to this temple of positivity. We promise that you will be reborn into a wellspring of joy & love."
The lady ushered him to the door to her left & the man grabbed his hand to push him forward.
By time he could mount a response, he was in another room, and the door already closed.
Then the smell hit him: Cinnamon, Citrus, & Maple.
"Welcome to my chambers. If you are here, it is because you need a little perking up."
Urek was shocked that he responded so calmly, almost as if he was compelled. He came to & the tall muscular being was a few feet from his face.
"Call me Tristan, I will be your guide to a new positive life."
Tristan got closer & began to feel on Urek's body starting with his shoulders.
"I can feel a lot of tension. Oh, you have been working out. Nice body."
Urek wanted to tell him to stop, but he did not. For some reason he trusted the stranger.
"Yeah, a lot of stress trying to achieve my ideal body."
Tristan smacked his lips.
"Typical, everyone wants to be perfect or close to it. You came to the right place. I know the right swaps & mixes to fix you right up. But we are going to have to fix that dour mood of yours."
Tristan snapped his fingers.
Urek felt a quick breeze go through his body. When he looked down, his clothing had changed to a bath robe.
"Just trust to process darling."
They went through another door.
It was an roman style bath, more of a pool than tub. Inside were a mixture of muscular men & women with towels on hand, and bottles of shampoo in another.
Tristan sat within the pool on the edge, and bade Urek do the same. A minute after doing so, both men were surrounded by the staff. The staff began to clean them all over. From the outside, they looked like they were being rough, but for Urek it was perfect.
He was almost in a daze as he was scrubbed down. But for Tristan, he was focused. He stared Urek down as he received his own scrubbing, taking note how Urek's muscles pushed & gave in to the process.
When it was over, they were in another room, sitting massage chairs. As the chairs did their magic & softened their bodies, the one Urek was in began to glow. He was practically moaning now.
Then he was layed down on an singular raised bed in the next room.
He looked up & Tristan was standing above him.
"You are going to love this next part. They all do."
Voices rang out from the walls: "We love it, you will enjoy it too. Join us."
Urek was too caught up in an eutrophic daze to question what was going on.
The bed sheets moved on their own & covered Urek. He looked like a human shaped cocoon. The bed sheets began to undulate with him inside. He was moaning louder.
"Don't stop. More, I need more."
Tristan snapped his fingers & the bed sheets came undone.
"Give me a hug, and this bliss will never end."
Urek got up and hugged Tristan.
Urek began to sink into Tristan, but rather than fighting it, he moaned more. Soon his pleasured noises went a way like a whimper, and he was within Tristan's being. Inside of Tristan was an realm of pure blissful energy made up of all colors. His body & mind dissolved into energy & joined with Tristan's inner being.
"Welcome home," the voices rang out.
Tristan snapped his head forward & his eyes glowed blue.
As a straining noise issued from his body, his waist expanded. His abs changed shape to accommodate Urek's own insertions. His v-line changed into Urek's.
There was a glooping noise as his pecs & butt doubled in size.
There was a series of pops as his neck & shoulders exploded with new muscle.
A sound of rushing water filled the room as arm & legs filled in with more fiber.
As he squeezed his hands & feet, more muscle & sinew grew.
His shorts strained against his rod as it grew, becoming more girther & longer.
His face began to morph as well.
He had Urek's eye brows, eyes, and ears. Kept his nose & mouth. As testosterone flooded his body, he became hairy all over again, but his facial hair was a little restrained. His hair volume was a cross between his & Urek's, but the texture & color was from Urek.
A dog tag formed around his neck & he let out a deep breath.
"It never gets old, welcome to the fold."
He took a snap shot in the bathroom connected to the merging room:
"See Urek, you always had the potential within you. You just needed a little push."
Urek from within: "You are right, I am so happy!"
Tristan had a wide smile on his face: "Of course you are. How could you have a sad demeanor when you are a part of my divine being."
Tristan was not really Tristan, or human for that matter.
The son of Hercules & Circe, of the human body & transformation. In the old days he went by name of Charoumenos. From his father, he learned of the joys of a strong body, and from his mother, the wonders of change & transformation. Mixed with his inherit nature of being joyful, and you get him.
"Don't worry Urek, you won't in here forever. I just need to process you."
Tristan arrived at the receptionist desk.
"Successful, my divine grace?"
He looked at the dog tag.
"Urek will take 25 years to cycle through."
"Excellent," they both said.
Tristan's belly began to grumble, and then grew. He had a bubble gut. Big round belly, but the abs were still visible.
Then they deflated just as quickly.
"Ah, that was Steve. He has left my being & has been reborn."
The receptionists praised Tristan.
Tristan was not some hungry evil god out to assimilate anyone with a modicum of strength, beauty, or muscle. He was fundamentally a being of transformation. Those held within him are reshuffled & restructured, and when ready are reborn anew with a greater penchant for positive attitudes.
And a better body once they reach maturity. Somewhere out there Steve was born to an expectant couple, they would be graced with an stronger & happier son.
A half a century later, Urek is reborn, and he is now 25:
Let's just say that he will not be sad for a long time if ever.
