Jack experiences gender euphoria after gaining some muscle
Also this is somewhat a part two to my other fic of Jack experiencing gender dysphoria named “Coiled Creepers”
Quiet panting came from him as he rubbed the sweat off his forehead with a wrist. Jack closed his eyes and tilted his head down while catching his breath. He heard the similar noises of wheezing and heavy breathing behind him. “Ja.. Jack,” a boy muttered as he stood by the older boy, hands rested on his knees. “The sow is gone. Can we.. Can we get a break now?” He asked, leaning closer to the other. Jack glowered at the boy, but looked in the direction of what they were chasing. The pig was gone. He stayed quiet for a moment. “Well..” He grumbled, looking back to the rest of his hunters.
Some rested against the trees, while others laid on the ground without a care. They had been chasing a sow that had much more stamina than themselves as a group. Jack’s heart was pumping in his chest. Both the adrenaline and his excitement mixed together to cause his racing heart. “It’s not too far out, right?” Another boy asked with a wheeze, his head rested against the tree. “You’re not like Jack.” Muttered one of the boys, “he has muscles. You don’t.” Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise; he hadn’t thought he gained muscle. He looked back down at himself; his stomach was toned, his legs thickened with strength, and his arms and shoulders felt to have gained a plumpness that fat did not bring. It didn’t feel like skin wrapped around a skimpy bone anymore, like when he had arrived on the island. A large grin spread across his face as he turned away. A hand lifted up to feel along his bicep, which it had enlarged. With his ego inflated and his confidence bursting, he looked up and declared “fine, we may go back now.”
The hunters quietly nodded as they shuffled to a stand. Jack let out one last huff with a thinly veiled smirk on his face. He stood tall with his chest puffed out before he began to lead his hunters back to the shelters. The group of figures disappeared into the dark foliage without a trace.
(timeskip to a bit later lol)
Jack leaned over the puddle, settling onto his knees while staring at his reflection with wide eyes. He really had gained muscles. Jack’s mouth formed an “O” as he ran a finger over his arm. His finger slid up his arm before settling on his bicep again. Jack cautiously poked at it, eyes wide with excitement as he came to the realization; he truly did gain muscle. His muscle went stiff as he flexed his arm into the reflection. Jack slid his finger over the tight skin that clung to the muscle. He soon felt a taste of some kind of metal. Jack blinked, then realized he had closed his mouth without realizing. Not only that, but was biting hard into the inner flesh of his bottom lip too. He flushed slightly but could not stop himself from biting harder. The thrill of the muscle gain was too much for him to completely handle. It gave him too much energy. It overwhelmed his body to the point he didn’t have full control over it.
Jack couldn’t help his grin from spreading wide across his face. His sharp snaggletooth dug deeper into his lip, he winced slightly and gave a hint of a grimace. The displeasure was overturned quickly as he focused back in on his freshly discovered achievement. Jack’s curiosity brought him to keep prodding and feeling with a glittery look.
He rocked slightly as he looked to his chest. It no longer held the swell of a feminine fate; instead now melding with the formation of fortuitous manhood. Hands crawled over with the pokes and grabs, having elatement mixed in with his grasp. Jack flushed, glancing around as he realized he looked to be groping his own self. He softly sighed as he saw no one to be near, just himself. Only the squeaks and chirps of the forest responded to his gaze. Jack looked back down at his reflection, and it looked back with the same face he always knew. He shifted his hips and glanced down at them. They were still wide unlike the other boys, but it didn’t stand out as it did before. Jack nibbled more; tearing more of the thin guard of his lip. He looked a little lower from his hips and flushed, uncomfortably shifting and shuffling where he sat.
Jack’s eyes drew back upwards toward his chest once more, he was truly gleeful in his lack of a feminine chest. He previously feared his more “womanly” attributes would be shown as the days on the island continued. Jack was anxious of further development in his chest due to hormones and puberty— which he learned of not too long ago from parents, but what he knew was rather limited. He blinked away the nervous thoughts that flooded his mind as he looked at the reflection. Jack suddenly grinned widely at his mirrored self, before suddenly scooping some clay into his palms. The clay was a pale color; a creamy white. He suddenly smeared it on his chest with a slight flush and glance around. Jack kept going until his entire torso was covered in the thick paint. He spread the rest over his arms and his neck. Jack didn’t focus on his hands; the clay would always smudge on different colors or wash away as he customized himself. He dipped his hands back in and pulled up red clay. Jack watched the reflection as he began to trace under his chest with the maroon material. He left thick red lines underneath each breast before adding sharp jagged lines that faced outward. Three of the thick lines were made, one faced outward, the middle was straight, while the third was pointed inward to his belly button. Jack repeated this on his other side as he concentrated carefully. His eyes were wide and dilated; the dopamine rush made him keep up with more unique patterns on the rest of his body, but left the 6 sharp lines alone, as he was being careful to not touch them.
Jack was less focused on the other patterns as he messily traced on his skin. The other patterns were a bit scribbly and uneven, but it didn’t bother him any in his pursuit. He moved his hand quickly across his body. Jack sat there for a while just staring off into his reflection with big eyes. His body was decorated in patterns; lines and spots dashed all round his form with some designs taking more unique turns. Springs of energy ran through him as his face warmed up. Jack noticed this was not a bad kind of blush of embarrassment or humiliation that he was used to, but rather of excitement. He let out a shuddering breath while he blinked a few times at the unfamiliarity of it. Jack shuddered along with it as he adjusted and acclimated more to the foreign feeling. A large smile ran across his face, stretching his lips wide as he couldn’t help himself. His hips shifted subtly side to side, slipping past his realization with his continued infatuation with his appearance.
Jack stretched out his arms in front of himself and wiggled his fingers. His delight had given him a strong dose of joy with a side of energy. Jack hopped up onto two feet, looking back at his reflection. He smiled gleefully before pacing around in a short circle. Then suddenly running off to a collection of spears that laid close under a palm tree; he grabbed the one with the little barbs carved into it and took his knife from the sheath. Jack brought the sharp knife to the tip of the spear. He began moving it back and forth in order to shave off some wood to make it sharper. Jack’s eyes never left the spear while he put the knife back in the sheath, nicking his finger a slight. The small cut went ignored by the redhead. Jack glanced around quickly with a huff of excitement as he brought the spear close to his chest. His pupils were blown wide. Then, in a sudden burst of energy, he excitedly sprung forward off into the looming jungle. The deep forest swallowed up his body and mixed him with the rest of nature.
Lemme know if I can improve on writing trans stuff cause I’m cis 🙏
