Gym Flow

Hey guys, sorry I’ve been inactive for a couple of months… It’s kind of a crazy story.

It was towards the end of the semester that I joined a gym because the one at the university was closed for students not in summer classes, and then I met… him.

Not really “met”, per say, but I did notice him from the very first day at the new gym. His name was Brad and this is not even an exaggeration when I tell you that he was there all the time. I didn’t always go at the same time of day due to the craziness of retail and its scheduling, but no matter when I went, I always seemed to see him, and I’m not all that crazy in saying that he definitely noticed me, too. At least, I thought that he did….

It kind of started one day when I had finished working out, I saw Brad get into the shower and as I was washing up I saw him go into the sauna, and I had to check if it was all in my mind (if he really noticed me too, that is) so after I finished I followed him.

I sat down and he was relaxed, just sitting with his legs spread (towel on, sadly), and he didn’t even notice that I had come in, but I didn’t care, that didn’t stop me from looking at all of his sexy muscles… He just sat there with his head back, eyes closed, and face towards the ceiling; enjoying the steam after his amazing workout.

So sexy, I just wished I could feel them, I was imagining them, and the craziest thing happened!

Brad lifted his arm and I saw him began to rub his hands across his sexy scruff, and that built chest… I saw and I wasn’t disappointed, I wanted to touch his abs and as I imagined it his hands began to slowly rub across his toned torso…

He didn’t notice me the entirety of our time together in the sauna, and finally I just thought that it was too much of a coincidence and that his muscles were just sore after his aggressive workout, and that’s why he was just massaging them.

Although, that didn’t stop me from engaging in this new routine after my work outs; I was in decent shape, but nothing compared to the years that he had put into sculpting his body. So after every work out, I would shower then follow him in there, and as if by some mysterious force, he seemed to copy whatever I wanted to do to him. The ultimate test came when one day I couldn’t take it and I wanted to see his cock… Now, I’ve definitely heard other guys talking about it in the locker room, but I just figured that was normal, and I wanted to see it, and to my surprise, he unrobed and I was able to see all of it in its flaccid glory! I wanted to feel it, but not as in I wanted to be with him, but I wanted to *be* him. I wanted to feel *my* hands caressing his body sensually, feeling every bit of the stimuli that his hands produced from what seemed to be our fateful meetings… Then his hands began to rub his sac and I could see his junk swelling massively in size, and I wanted to feel it, and as he began to rub his uncut cock, I felt as if it was being done to me, his deep, baritone, moans echoing through the square cubicle that sheltered us. I finally couldn’t withstand the urge anymore and I had to feel it for myself, I reached for him but when a connection had finally been established, I found myself “flowing” (for lack of a better word) into his flesh, he was moaning as if he enjoyed this invasion. That made me want it more, and finally when I felt completely in, I stood up, and stretched, feeling all of the glorious mass that had suddenly come under my control… I ran my new, grandiose hands along his cleanly cut, abdomen and a sigh of pleasure escaped my lips… I couldn’t believe this was happening… I looked around and my body was nowhere to be found… I decided to just enjoy it and I went out to the mirrors and I saw a guy had finished his routine and was stripping down to go enjoy the welcoming embrace of the hot water, washing away the soreness from his duly earned physique. I came up behind him and breathed on his neck, he turned around and he looked down at my junk and I could see him blush, he was speechless but he closed his eyes and slowly raised his beautifully crafted face to meet my gaze, I lowered my lips to his and felt my scruff caress his cheeks… This was amazing… Then as the kiss ended I felt myself flung from his body back into the sauna… Suddenly my body had seemed to reappear.

This happened for about a month and each time, I took his body farther and farther… Until finally I had made it to his home, he lived alone and I saw the hideous wardrobe that he had. Nothing in his closet furnished his beautiful frame and quite frankly, I was offended that none of his adornments did nothing to show off his sexy body. I felt his thoughts, and he worked out just for the health benefits and he didn’t actually wish to be that noticeably buff. Well, let’s just say that all changed the moment I became in charge of his life. I brought all of his old clothes to my house, then I bought him a lot of skin-tight clothing and thanks to my guidance, he was left with no choice but to wear what he had left. When I got back into his body, he just assumed what I had done was himself, and he had not detected any fragment of my presence.

I practiced more and more until I was able to stay inside of his body for days, even weeks. I loved being inside of Brad, and I couldn’t stand being apart from him, and I definitely noticed the drop in confidence at the gym when I wasn’t inside of him. It was always draining when I got kicked out of his body and I had to wait for a couple of days to get back in, but I still maintained my psychic hold over him (which I found had extended to not only him, but whoever I wanted, even when inside of him!). I loved going out to the clubs and feeling all of those sexy hands across this sexy flesh bag (both men and women!) and I could tell that Brad loved it when I was inside of him, and as I spent more time inside of him, he actually *fought* to keep me inside of him, he didn’t want the party to stop.

The truth is that Brad was terribly shy, and all that I had done, was actually something that he had longed to do for a long time but lacked the confidence. We bonded, and he never wanted me to leave. I lived his life normally, worked, gym (God, I loved working those muscles…), I ate right, didn’t drink too much, and together we were a lot better than we were apart; When we went to bed and I was sleeping, I could feel him regaining control, and he never felt complete without me there with him.

So one day I went to pull out so that my family would know that I was okay and he wouldn’t let me leave. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being inside of him, but sometimes it’s nice to get back to my life, which I had to try my best to do and he found out about my true identity and when I’d get out, he’d follow me around the gym and beg me to get back inside of him, and every time I assured him that he was perfectly able to do all of the actions that I had done while inside of his body, but one day he followed me into the locker room, and he embraced me; he pulled me into a tight hug. So much so, that it was suffocating, and I could only hear him murmuring in my ear to get back inside of him, I began to pass out, and as I did, I felt his flesh give way to let me in, except it wasn’t me pushing in. It was Brad. I fought to pull out and he wouldn’t let me.

I wouldn’t find out until much later, but after Brad forced me back inside of him, while I was dormant he had gotten an anti-possession tattoo, which both served to guard against unwanted spirits, but also to trap whatever spirits inside of his corpse, there. I tried to contact people but Brad had grown so used to my presence that he could occasionally take control when he wanted, but ultimately he still surrendered his will, and body to me.

I worked every day to convince him that he was better off without me, but he loved me, he adored me, and he never wanted to be apart. I took my frustrations out at the gym, and day by day, his arms grew bigger, and as they got bigger, I felt his entrapment growing weaker.

Until one day, his muscles were so much bigger that his muscles had become distorted and I was able to leave. He collapsed instantly, being exhausted from being used so much.

I’m not even home right now… He knows where I live and I know that as soon as he awakens that he’ll go searching for me. But I found a nice guy near the gym to hide out in and it’s with his body that I’m currently writing you all this… I just had to let you know what happened while I could! Oh crap, I just heard a knocking on the door, I’m going to post this so that you guys know what happened in case I can’t post for a while… Please tell me how you’ve been… and if you have any stories that you’ve missed or want more of… I’ll try to get back on it if Brad hasn’t… you know….