TGIF: Jerry's Gym, pt 2

by TS Escher

 

 

ACT I, SCENE 2: ENTER, LEO

READ PT 1 HERE

Jerry flipped the ‘open’ sign as Evan hung out at the front counter, checking people in. The gym was his now, after all. Evan studied all of the new raw material checking in, practically bathing himself in a pool of potential bodies.

Unbeknownst to them, some would serve as "the muscle." Drug runners that would keep his operation going. And one lucky guy would be his new, permanent home. Someone intimidating. Someone commanding. And more importantly, someone no one would fuck with.

As the day wore on, Jerry kept a weary eye on Evan, unsure of his next move. Passing by a mirror on his way to the locker room, he forced a smile. He was relieved that the overly-trained ginger in the mirror smiled back.

I'm going to get us out of this, he promised his reflection in silence. And Jerry’s gym will belong to us again.

The trouble was, he had no idea how.

“There will be an end to this, you know,” Evan piped up.

Jerry whirled around, facing his new foe.

"We just have to make it through one deal, and we're done. I need your help getting started; then I will let you keep running the gym. Everything will be as it was. Well, almost."

Rolling his eyes, Jerry charged back into the locker room. Evan was not far behind.


As Jerry passed his regulars, he gave them all a hearty greeting and introduced them to the Evan as instructed. "A close friend." He hated abusing their trust this way, but it was necessary.

Finding his way to his locker, Jerry popped it open and began changing into his workout gear. A black cap and dark workout shorts with a red stripe up the side. Now where the fuck did his tank-top go?

"Looking for this?" Evan called, swinging around Jerry's shirt. Mischievously, he took a big whiff of the pit, then scrunched up his nose. "Freshly washed." He pushed the fabric against the deep crease between Jerry's pecs. "Gonna need you to stink this up for me; then I'm gonna ask for it back."

The gentle giant stared straight ahead, shaking in his boots. Evan wanted to fuck with him more. He slid his hand underneath Jerry’s shorts, playing with the floppy dick that was his earlier that morning. “Ooooh commando. Nice choice.” He licked a bead of sweat off of Jerry’s quaking neck. “By the way, you’re done with showers now. I want you smelling like a real man.”

Jerry continued to stare ahead, stone-faced. Evan followed his stare. An older man, broad-shouldered, watched them with concern. Jerry, suddenly unfrozen, gave the man a little smile and a comforting wave. Never mind that another man’s hand was currently down his pants.

“That’s right,” Evan cooed into his ear. “Keep it up. Just a usual day.” Evan winked at the older man, then craned his neck around the corner. Guys were playfully snapping towels and pulling on their workout gear. Evan whistled in approval.

As Evan wandered away, Jerry nervously listened to Evan's whistle roll into a tune. It traveled farther into the locker room, out of his sight.

Dean, the concerned patron, walked over to Jerry. “Who the fuck was that?”

Jerry swallowed back a cry and repeated silently to his reflection.

I’m gonna get us out of this.

Kicking the plan into high gear, Evan spotted a new potential "body beau." This cocky bastard was strutting toward a private bathroom in a pair of bikini briefs. After catching his reflection by a nearby changing table, he leaned in close and openly admired himself. Evan snapped a quick photo.

 

This fucker is just my speed! Maybe he would like being hot little coed with a perky bubble butt for a while.

 

He was older... probably mid-forties with a fit body, but a little pooch. His head was shaved, and a thick black hair growing across a masculine face. He would need a little sprucing up, but all Evan needed was a starter home anyway.

Evan shot off a text to Jerry as he watched the man enter the bathroom. Dutifully, Jerry arrived quickly. Evan showed him the photo.

“This one.”

Jerry nodded and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Dirk?” Jerry called. “Mind if I step in there for a second? Gotta fix the sink.”

“I’ll let you fix my dick, Jerry,” a burly voice joked as the door swung open.

Dirk's welcoming smile vanished as Jerry's stocky fingers wrapped around his throat.

"Sorry about this, man," said Jerry through gritted teeth. He threw Dirk against the wall and pressed his face against the tile. The bodybuilder, not normally prone to violence, was surprised how little effort it took to overpower someone else. As Dirk squirmed against his death grip, he almost laughed.

He couldn’t wait to do the same thing to Evan. Only then... he would crush him.

Before Dirk could protest, he felt Evan's cold hand press against his back. His abs jerked, holding a tight flex, leaving him short of breath.

A jolt shot through him again. His body began pumping to the rhythm of Evan’s labored grunting behind him.

This time, Jerry watched the transformation from the outside— spellbound. As Dirk began to jerk against his grasp, Jerry watched his face collapse and pinch together. Jerry's hand traveled slowly towards the wall as Dirk reduced in size. Small bubbles of pressure formed on his shaved scalp and shiny black hair burst through in clumps.

As Dirk’s head began to firm up, wrinkles were swept away by an invisible brush. His skin lightened in color, from olive to pure white, adopting the dewiness of youth.

After Dirk’s meaty torso sucked itself inward, Jerry released him.

Wheezing, Dirk crossed to the sink and ran the water, throwing fistfuls into his mouth. Upon quenching his thirst, he looked up into the mirror to find his body standing behind him... and glaring back.

Holy fuck! He's me, and I'm this… boy!

Impatient, Evan snapped his fingers at Jerry. “His underwear.”

Jerry lumbered up to Dirk, now dwarfed by the gentle giant, and ripped off his loose, grey bikini briefs. The man looked on in shock, betrayed by someone he thought was a friend.

“Jerry, what the fuck are you doing? What is this?” he questioned in a higher voice that was no longer his own.

“Sorry, Dirk,” Jerry mumbled with a sigh as he handed the snatched briefs to Dirk’s doppelganger. “Had to.”

Before slipping on his underwear, the new Dirk tried on a cocky grin as he examined his naked body in the mirror. The new Evan watched, horrified. It was almost as if the boy was "trying him on."

“Not sure about this one,” Evan said as he slid Dirk’s dirty underwear over his new, firm butt. “Do you think he’s scary enough? I need someone that can be frightening, but that you also want to bang." He shot a sly look at Dirk. "Congrats, anyway," he said as he slid his hands down his new abdomen, enjoying his new body. "Definitely bang-able."

Evan took a moment to scan his memories. "And you're a dirty, dirty boy by the way." Dirk, grew red with embarrassment. On Evan's face, the scarlet flush looked adorable.

Suddenly the bathroom door snapped open, and another man entered the room.

“Oh, sorry!” he said sheepishly. “Didn’t realize anyone was in here.”

He paused, then shot them all a skeptical look. “What’s with the bathroom party?” He looked to Evan, now in Dirk’s form. “Was he checking himself out in the mirror again? Sick fucker.”

Jerry forced a laugh, pretending everything was normal. He turned Dirk, now a young man, and began an introduction, “Evan... this is Dirk’s brother. Leo.”

"Short for Leonidas. Like King Leonidas," the hottie said with a chuckle.

Horrified, Dirk looked to Evan and could easily read his own face. His old eyes were sparkling. Full of satisfaction. Excitement.

Evan leaned over to Dirk and whispered, “You want your body back? Just do as I say.”



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