Long Awaited Gym Gains
I have been a regular gym-goer for years but you definitely wouldn’t know it by looking at me, or at least before today that is. I had spent years trying to change my physique from its slim form with only hints of muscle showing through but it seemed that no amount of protein powder or extra reps on the equipment ever seemed to get me any closer to my goal.
At the age of 57, I had all but given up on my dream of being a big brute of a top. The young muscular studs I talk to on Grindr almost always assume that I’m looking to bottom based on my stature. If they’d just give me a chance I’d show them this old man knows how to work his cock.
Today I’m back at the gym. I’ve stayed on a very strict schedule regardless of my inability to bulk up. While I was doing my squats in the mirror one of the most handsome men with the body of a god happened to walk in and start using the equipment directly behind me.
This guy was massive! With his hulking form in the mirror behind me, I felt like an ant in comparison. This was the body I had been working for decades to obtain but all of these years later I am still so far behind. I knew I needed to figure out how he had achieved it but any attempts to ask him about his routine ended with vague suggestions or things I had already tried.
I ran into him several more times at the gym and with envy I would watch him on the bench doing bicep curls. His masssive arms sweating and his veins bulging from the effort. He would do his squats and I’d marvel at how his perky ass managed to stay within the confines of his grey sweats.
it wasn’t until I caught him in the locker room that I knew I needed to make his body mine. He had just finished showering and with a towel carelessly wrapped around his waist he came walking around the corner to the bench where I had been sitting. After applying some deodorant and doing a couple quick flexes to show off the work he had done that morning, he casually let the towel fall. To say I was stunned is an understatement. Not only was this man absolutely jacked but he was well endowed with one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. He must have caught me staring in disbelief because he gave me a knowing wink. The acknowledgment of my lust caught me so off guard that I slipped from the bench and fell to the floor.
The next thing I knew I was on the floor and looking up at his giant pecs and he had a look of concern on his face. “You okay, man!? You hit your head pretty hard” he said. I let him help me up off the floor, his strong grip on my hand and his skin against mine made me feel even more lightheaded than I already was from hitting my head on the ground. “I’ll be fine” I assured him, as I let him help me take a seat on the bench. “Sounds good, man” he said and proceeded to get dressed as I looked on continuing to admire his package as he pulled on his briefs and gave the elastic band a flirty snap against his waist. Even with the cover of his briefs his bulge was a sight to behold. I very nearly fell over again just from admiring it straining against the fabric. He took his leave and I frantically packed my gym bag and took off for home.
All night my thoughts were hyper-focused on how I could possibly attain even half the mass of this man. Rereading old clips of Men’s Health, watching YouTube videos of body builders’ and their routines, and Googling new supplements to try. Nothing seemed promising and I was starting to feel completely hopeless.
Suddenly, a link at the bottom of my search suggestions caught my eye. The URL was for some supernatural blog and the title of the link said “The Dominion Spell.” I hesitantly clicked the link, you never know what kinds of viruses these links could transmit. As I lifted my finger off of my phone screen the web page started to load. A simple message stating ‘Do you wish to proceed?’ appeared in a grey smoky cursive font against a black background. Below there were two options: yes or no. Without thinking, I clicked ‘yes’ and immediately an image of chemist’s beaker popped up. Along the side of the glass, below the spout, were numbers. Currently the beaker was at 1% and I slowly watched it jump to 10% as the ‘liquid’ in the beaker swirled slowly. Whoever made this site was very creative with the layout but they didn’t leave any information as to what any of this is all about. I was about to exit the page but paused. My phone didn’t seem to be acting up and the site seemed harmless enough. I let it continue to load as no matter what happens I can always replace my phone . I anxiously waited while it continued to load for most of the night. It got to 99% percent before I finally gave up, placed my phone on my nightstand, and passed out.
when I woke up in the morning something felt off. Nothing had changed in my bedroom but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The feeling? That struck a cord and made me realize I couldn’t actually feel anything, not my bedsheets, the pillow, or my morning wood that almost always needed prompt attention. I sat up and looked at my hands, only they didn’t move. I could see them resting on the mattress as if I were still fast asleep. If they hadn’t moved then how had I sat up? I looked down in disbelief as I realized that where my torso should be was my head with its eyes still closed. My body hadn’t moved at all but my consciousness had? Is this an out of body experience? Am I dead? I leaned down towards my head and I could still hear faint breathing. “Thank god! I’m not dead,” I thought to myself. I got out of bed and looked back at my body, seeing it on the bed almost felt freeing. I was no longer tethered to a body that refused to grow. After that realization hit me, I realized that maybe it was time to go out and explore what my newfound lack of a body could offer. After all, mine was safe and snug under the bedsheets.
My first thought was to hit the gym! If no one could see me then certainly no one would be able to notice me watching them. I floated through the double doors and wandered around all of the weights and took my time watching sweaty men work on their muscles. There were so many types of guys that came here and I wasn’t partial to any certain type. The big bears with their hairy muscle guts, the twinks working on their soft abs and squishy tushes, and the young straight studs who were here to bulk up in hopes of catching the attention of the ladies.
I made my way to where one of the twinks was doing squats with a kettlebell in front of the mirror. ‘Let me help you with that’ I mused to myself. I positioned my formless self behind him and pretended to help lift, as I did so the gust of a passerby pushed me forward. “What the hell, dude” I yelled to a very shocked man. He gave me a weird look and that’s when I realized I hadn’t said it with my own voice, but with the voice of a young 20 something year old boy. How had that happened? Had my voice changed too? It was only when I turned back to the mirror that I realized what had happened. I was inside this cute twink and somehow in control? I could feel the pressure of his feet against the floor, the sweat on his arms, and the weight of the kettlebell in his hands. My hands? I began to apologize to the man who just grumbled and walked away before I returned to gaze at this boy’s reflection in the mirror.
How had this happened? Can I undo it? Could I even do it again if I tried? I had to figure out how this worked! I strained against his form trying to find an escape route. The veins in his neck strained as I tried to get out but it wasn’t working. I focused all of my attention on leaving but it was taking so much mental exertion and people were starting to stare. Finally, I let out a deep breath and just as suddenly as I had found myself inside him I was once again back on the outside. He gave a startled jump, he must have felt me leave his body! I wondered if maybe he also felt me while I was in him? If so, how must that have felt to him? Did it terrify him? Did he enjoy being manipulated? I had to find out!
Now that I knew it was possible, I had to make my way around the gym and try on all of these new ‘costumes’ I had suddenly found at my disposal. I worked my way over to the bench press where a big burly old man with a grey beard was sitting. Maybe I could try him on and see what it’s like to be a polar bear? I inched closer and began wrapping myself around his shoulders. He must have felt it because he brushed at them as if a fly had landed on him and he was swatting it away. Luckily for me, I’m not a fly and my lack of any physical form meant he had not succeeded in pushing me away. I began to squeeze and he must have felt that feeling intensifying because he began brushing his shoulders trying to scratch the invisible itch. Sheer force didn’t seem to be working on him. I realized that what had happened last time was thinking about how badly I wanted to be inside that boy. I let my mind go blank and thought about this man’s bulky form and how I needed to make it mine. And just like that…
I was now the one in control! This one felt so much better than the last! The act of flowing into someone’s body like water was a rush of ecstasy. I knew that feeling was going to become addictive and I was excited to experience the thrill even more. I took a couple minutes to enjoy his hairy body, letting my hands feel every strand of hair on his belly as I worked his hands down towards the elastic band of his gym shorts before slipping them through and grabbing his junk. Holding your own cock and balls in your hands is a wonderful feeling, but holding someone else’s dick with their hands is a next level experience. I think somehow this man knows it’s someone else doing it which is what makes it feel so electrifying for me.
I took my time to really enjoy his body, he has a great ass and if I had been able to get his attention with my body before I would have loved a taste. I snapped a couple pictures of him being ‘cheeky’ in the bathroom mirror and sent them to my phone for later.
I was just pulling his shorts back up when who should walk in but my very own gym crush. I had been so enthralled with ‘trying on’ these other men that I hadn’t even noticed he was here. I took a look at him and suddenly I knew exactly how I was going to have a body like his. I exhaled the breath from the lungs of my new hot bear friend and suddenly was back outside his body and laughing to myself about his confused expression as he wondered how he had gone from the bench to the locker room.
I headed for the showers assuming that’s where my crush was headed and was excited that I would have even more privacy to explore his body. After waiting a couple moments I wondered where he was and went back out to the lockers to see he was no longer there. I left the locker room just in time to see him exit the gym, apparently he was skipping the shower today. I didn’t want to lose a moment so I immediately followed him but missed getting into the car with him. Now that I can float I realized it didn’t matter and I could just tail him until he reached home.
After about 20 minutes of following him while he drove, we made it to one of the nicer condos downtown. I watched him go inside and then followed him floating up the stairs behind him. He unlocked his flat, dropped his bag, and went straight for the bathroom, stripped, and hopped in the shower. I was still so floored by the sheer mass of his cock and how his balls looked so damn heavy too. I watched him while he showered that sweet sweat off his skin and just as he was finishing up I made my move. I thought all about how badly I needed to be inside him and all of the dirty things I wanted to do with his body. Somehow, that didn’t seem to be enough this time. He must have felt the same tingling sensation as that bear of a man did earlier and he managed to fight me off. No matter, I kept thinking about all of the holes I could wreck with his long girthy cock, the hours I’d spend worshipping his muscles, and how good it would feel to get him to cum. He continued fighting me as he stepped out of the shower but now I was beginning to gain some control. It wasn’t just enough to want it, I had to prove it. I fought his spirit and began to work hard to flex his muscles, it was pretty convenient that we were now in front of the mirror so I could see us struggling:
Finally, I had him. I let my new hands explore his big meaty pecs that he kept so smooth and hair free. Looking at him, or rather myself, in the mirror was getting me so turned on. I gave his nipples a quick squeeze and found that they were very sensitive. I let my hands explore down lower and felt his rock hard abs, they were so thick it was almost like holding a fucking potato. I let my hands work their way back and found a nice firm butt and gave it a good jiggle before finally reaching forward again and grabbing hold of the prize I was so looking forward to. Once again, I felt that electric feeling of using someone else’s body to play with themselves. Somehow, in the back of his mind I knew this stud was enjoying it too. I kept working his pole while watching us in the mirror until I was finally so aroused that I blew a huge load all over the bathroom sink. It was such a massive load that some of it must have been his plus a bit of my own. “I’m going to go find that bear again, hope he likes cream pies” I said to myself before heading back to the gym to begin my hunt for a hole to fill.
