omnitf:viralsmorphs: Nerd turned Jock Brad sighed as he drank from his cup and approached the mirr
omnitf: viralsmorphs: Nerd turned Jock Brad sighed as he drank from his cup and approached the mirror in his hotel room. The summer fitness program had promised results. And he’d definitely gotten his money’s worth. He hardly even recognized himself anymore. That green tea really did wonders. The pounds melted away, yielding solid, hard muscle that practically exploded under the carefully controlled diet and exercise regimen his coach had provided for himself and his fellow classmates.He could actually see his cheekbones. His traps formed small hills that rolled up off his shoulders and merged into his neck. A well-developed six pack had taken shape over his abdominals as his muscles grew to become chiseled and well-defined. The barest foundation for two more had begun to show just below his navel. His briefs clung in all the right places now, and he felt comfortable standing practically naked.“Lookin’ good, bro,” his reflection complimented as he took another sip of the drink.Brad smiled. The reflection smiled with him. “Thanks.”It had taken a while to get used to the idea of using hypnosis as part of his regimen, and even longer to get used to having regular conversations with himself afterwards. He couldn’t even remember going under the first time. It was weird talking with himself in the mirror next to everyone else. Just a bunch of one-sided conversations.One plus side, though: No need to worry about rude social circles trying to kick you out. Everyone just knew to sort of respect each other’s boundaries. If they wanted to share their talks, they would. Otherwise, it was just cool to relax and listen to the tips and compliments coach and the reflection provided.It was … kinda nice, actually. Sure, the persona his reflection had taken didn’t exactly reflect its owner, no pun intended, but he wasn’t rude or anything.Honestly, the way things had progressed, Brad’s other self had become a valued companion. A lot of his classmates had gone sort of quiet. They’d exchange a few greetings, the basics social ethics required. The rest was mostly grunts and body language. They’d pose and flex in front of the mirrors after getting a good pump on and then chuckle, like they’d just heard some incredible joke.Sometimes they let him join them, but he didn’t really feel part of the group. The flexing was fun, but kind of boring in a sense.“Bro, not cool,” the reflection chided.That’s right, it knew what he was thinking. After all, it was a mental projection from his own head. He sighed. “Sorry. It’s not that I don’t like the new shape of my … our body, I suppose. I just don’t feel so excited about flexing as everyone else does, you know? They all light up at the chance to show off. Me? I don’t feel like that.”“Do you want to?”Brad took another sip. A pleasurable warmth spread out through his chest and stomach as the brew passed through his system. “Honestly? I don’t know. That whole cocky alpha shit is part of the reason I joined this program in the first place. I was tired of dealing with people looking down on me. You know that.”The reflection nodded.“At the same time, I can understand a little about their thought processes now, why they execute some of their behaviors. I mean, look at us!” He raised his free arm and clenched his hand into a fist to rouse the sleeping bicep. “Every time I flex, I feel … I don’t know, awed? Happy? I can’t really put it into words. It’s just … different.” He shrugged his shoulders and watched his trapezius muscles roll. “And I can’t take my eyes off of me. At least, not without a little regret.”“You’re overthinking it, bro. You’re turning into a sexy masculine beast. Nothing wrong with a little self-indulgence.” He smirked.“Maybe….”“No maybes about it, bro. Remember how you feel when you’re pumping those weights at the gym?”Brad fought hard to suppress the reflexive shudder as a tingle of pleasure washed over him and goosebumps raised on his skin.“See? There’s your problem. You’re not willing to let go. You don’t want to let yourself enjoy this. All the others, they are. So what’s going on? What are you so ashamed of? It’s just us, bro. Just the two of us. Tell me.”“… You already know.”“No shit, Sherlock. But I want you to say it. Gotta confront the problem, if you wanna beat it. S’what you did when you came here, wasn’t it? You put in the work, followed the program, and look at you! Now you’re stuck on a plateau. Only way you’re gonna break through it is if you pull a Nike and just do it. Now tell me.”Brad sighed. “I don’t want to lose who I am,” he finally admitted. “Things have been … changing for me. It’s been subtle, but I’ve noticed. I think more about diets and exercise plans than I do about the news. I flip on the TV before bed and instead of Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune, I want to check out ESPN or Ninja Warrior.” This time, he didn’t suppress the shudder. “I close my eyes and I keep seeing you–me–us flexing. I hear the others, and listening to them talk, their grunts, their growls, I want to sound like that. I want to pitch my voice deeper. I want my voice to be husky and bovid. I want to laugh at how much I’ve accomplished until I don’t even have to think about it. It just … comes in that stupid guffaw.”He glanced over to the desk, where a heavy duty laptop and noise-cancelling headphones sat next to a pair of wireless earbuds and a digital i-watch knockoff. “And the computer, Coach’s files, the screensaver.” His hand gave an involuntary twitch as he half-reached for them. His body swayed, but then he pulled himself away and stared back at the reflection. “I … I could spend hours on those things,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “I … I like not having to think, just … just being there in the moment, listening, following through….”“Following Coach’s play,” the reflection said. “Just doing.”Brad looked helplessly at his reflection. “Can’t I just be both?”“You and I both know the answer to that one.”“… Yeah.”“So, you gonna say it?”Brad sighed in defeat. “All right, all right.” He took another deep breath, then let out a low, “Nah, bro.” He shuddered again.“See? It wasn’t that bad.”Brad shook his head. “I don’t want to be an asshole.”“It’s part of the package, bro. But you control when you are. Don’t gotta be one all the time, after all. Just save it for when you’re shittin’ around with your bros. You know what we call that?”Brad nodded.“Being a dumbass,” both intoned together.“That’s the price you pay for all that testosterone swelling you up, bro.”“I am getting kinda hung, aren’t I?” He chuckled and his cheeks flushed.“You know what you wanna say,” his reflection chided playfully.“Just … just give me a minute, okay?” He downed the rest of his mug in one go to brace himself. “Okay.” He sighed, then put on a smirk. “Damn, bro. I look fucking hot.” A surge of pleasure shot through him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.“Fuck yeah, bro,” his reflection said approvingly.“Fuck yeah….”“Feelin’ better now, bro?”Brad let out a low moan. His eyes glazed over as he looked into his reflection. “Y-yeah.“Think you’re ready to lift with your bros?”“Uh, … yeah.” He flexed a bicep and grinned. “Yeah, I think so.”“Good. Now I’ve got one more suggestion for you before you go.”“Lay it on me, bro.”“Lose the glasses.”Brad blinked in surprise and stared for a good minute or so in befuddled silence. “The fuck’m I wearing those for?” He grunted as he pulled them off his face and looked back at his reflection again. Everything in the room was crisp and clear.“Much better,” they intoned together.“You look like a real musclehead now.”“Huhuhuh. Shut up. M’not a musclehead yet.” He turned from the mirror to the dresser, where his new gym uniform sat waiting to be worn.Somewhere behind the raucus guffaw that was his other self’s response, a tiny voice whispered, “But you will be….” -- source link