Time for a gym session - Becoming Him
It had been time to go back to the gym.
The day had completely drained you. Too many thoughts. Too much work. Too much pressure building in your head. You needed movement, sweat, and the dull feeling of weights in your hands just to finally feel some silence again.
At home, you threw everything into your gym bag out of habit — shirt, shorts, headphones, water bottle — and drove off without thinking much about it.
The moment you stepped into the gym, the familiar atmosphere hit you immediately: heavy bass from the speakers, metallic clanking, sweat in the air, warm recycled heat. Exactly what you needed tonight.
In the locker room, you started changing, opened your bag—
—and instantly noticed the problem.
You searched through everything again even though you already knew it wasn’t there. Annoyed, you exhaled sharply. You hated training without one.
Then your eyes landed on the gray towel lying beneath the large mirror in the locker room.
You hesitated for a moment before picking it up. The fabric felt oddly soft. Heavy somehow.
“Just for tonight,” you muttered.
The workout started normally enough.
Treadmill. Interval sprints. Within minutes your pulse was climbing and your head finally began to clear. Sweat ran down your neck as you instinctively grabbed the unfamiliar towel.
The moment you wiped your face with it, you noticed the smell.
Warm. Musky. Masculine. Like the scent of another man after a hard workout — sweat, skin, and something darker underneath.
You grimaced slightly in confusion.
And yet, almost unconsciously, you brought the towel closer to your face a second time.
Something began changing during the lat pulldowns.
Your forearms tingled faintly. Your skin felt warmer. When you glanced down, the hair on your arms looked darker… thicker somehow.
You rubbed your hand across them, confused.
Probably just the lighting. You kept training.
But with every exercise, your body seemed to grow more masculine. Not just fitter — masculine. Your shoulders broader. Your chest heavier. Your stomach tighter and more defined.
And every few minutes you wiped yourself down with the gray towel again. Again that scent.
By now you could tell it was doing something to you.
Something deep. Something difficult to explain.
During leg exercises, your gaze drifted toward an older man near the free weights. Broad shoulders. Thick arm hair. A rough beard shadow beneath the gym lights.
Normally you barely would have noticed him. But this time your eyes lingered. Too long.
A strange pull spread through your stomach.
Not fear. Something else.
You forced yourself to look away, but the thoughts refused to disappear.
A little later, the next shock hit you in the mirror.
Your beard shadow had grown visibly darker. Fuller. At the same time, your facial features looked sharper and more mature. Your temples had receded noticeably, giving your face a harder, more masculine appearance.
And suddenly you realized something unsettling.
That exact type of man had always been attractive to you. The thought hit hard.
Attractive. Not admirable.
Your eyes wandered through the gym again — over sweaty torsos, thick arms, chest hair visible beneath loose tank tops.
And for the first time in your life, the thought didn’t feel strange.
The more your body changed, the more something inside your mind shifted too. Your attraction to women — something that had once felt natural and automatic — now seemed strangely distant. Faded. Weak.
Instead, the men around you kept pulling your attention back.
And the more your own body transformed, the more right it all felt.
Then came the sharp pain in your groin.
Strong enough to make you bend forward slightly and instinctively grab yourself. A deep, hot pressure spread through your lower body.
Breathing heavily, you decided to head for the showers.
The shower room was almost empty. Only the dull echo of running water filled the dark tiled space.
You stepped beneath the hot stream.
For several seconds you simply closed your eyes.
But eventually you looked down.
And froze. The changes were impossible to ignore now.
The hair across your chest had thickened dramatically — darker, denser, far more masculine than before. A thick trail of dark hair now ran down your stomach toward your waist.
The hair on your arms and legs had become almost wild.
Your breathing caught slightly.
Then your eyes moved lower.
Your pubic hair had grown thick, dark, and heavy. Even your scrotum was now visibly hairier than before. Everything looked more mature. More masculine.
And while you stared, your body continued changing.
Slowly, your testicles began hanging lower. Heavier. More prominent. They swayed subtly with even the slightest movement.
A hot sensation spread through your body.
Then you noticed the next transformation.
Your penis was changing too.
Only this morning it had been completely average. Uncircumcised. Ordinary. Nothing remarkable.
Now everything looked heavier.
Thicker. More substantial.
And right before your eyes, the foreskin slowly began pulling itself back. Inch by inch the skin slid further behind the head almost on its own. It wasn’t painful — more warm, intense, strangely natural.
The head remained fully exposed. The skin along the shaft suddenly looked tighter and smoother, almost as though it had always been that way. Everything appeared more defined, more masculine than before.
At the same time, it visibly gained size and fullness. Not grotesque or unnatural — simply fitting the rest of your body’s transformation.
And while you kept staring downward, you noticed the hair spreading even further. Across your hips. Along your lower back. Even your ass slowly began disappearing beneath dense dark hair.
You leaned heavily against the cold tiles.
The man staring back at you in the fogged mirror barely resembled who you had been earlier that evening.
Dense body hair everywhere.
An older, more masculine version of yourself stood there beneath the water.
And as you looked at him, you realized something else.
You weren’t frightened anymore.
The thoughts that now filled your mind whenever you pictured the men outside in the gym.
Back in the locker room, you slowly begin getting dressed again.
The dark henley now stretches tightly across your broader chest and heavier arms. Even beneath the fabric, the thicker chest hair is faintly visible.
But the moment you reach for your underwear, you immediately realize how different your body feels now.
The dense, dark pubic hair alone has become so thick that it’s difficult to properly fit everything inside. The heavy, bushy hair adds noticeable bulk, catching against the fabric repeatedly while you try to adjust yourself.
And then there’s the new weight between your legs.
Your enlarged, lower-hanging testicles now take up far more space than before, swaying heavily with even the smallest movement. At the same time, your transformed penis has become large enough that finding any comfortable position inside the tight underwear suddenly feels unfamiliar and awkward.
Several times you have to stop and readjust the fabric.
But no matter how you position yourself, everything feels too tight now for your changed body.
When you finally pull the athletic shorts over them, the situation barely improves. A pronounced bulge instantly forms beneath the fabric, clearly visible even under the longer shirt.
You glance nervously toward the locker room door for a moment.
Anyone walking in right now would notice immediately that something about you has changed.
And somehow, that thought sends a hot shiver through your body.
Your new body feels heavier, more masculine, more dominant — and the longer you look at yourself in the mirror, the more you realize how much you like it.
You looked at yourself in the mirror one final time.
The uncertainty was gone.
In its place remained something else.
A calm, heavy masculinity.
With one hand shoved casually into the front of your shorts, you slowly walked out of the gym.
Partly to appear relaxed.
But mostly to hide the obvious outline pushing firmly against the fabric.
Even through the dark athletic shorts, the heavy bulge remained difficult to miss — prominent, swollen, impossible to fully conceal after everything that had changed. The combination of the dense body hair, the added weight between your legs, and the lingering arousal made the fabric strain tightly across your crotch no matter how often you adjusted it.
Keeping your hand there helped break up the shape at least a little.
Still, every step made you aware of the new heaviness in your body.
And deep down, you knew that part of the reason you kept your hand there wasn’t just to hide it from others.
It was because feeling it beneath the fabric sent another warm pulse of excitement through you.
And behind you, the gray towel remained silently folded on the locker room bench.
