Mr. Bunton Goes to the Gym

“Dude… Is that Mr. Bunton?” John pointed across the gym towards our old high school teacher. The older guy had been losing his hair even faster than his muscle. Obviously, his doctor had told him he needed to start doing something to better himself because his obese frame was going to kill him by the time he reached 50. Even after just a few sets from a workout, he’d already started to drip with sweat and his shirt clung to even tighter against his large protruding belly.

“Yeah. I think you’re right,” I replied. “Never thought I’d see him here.”

“Me neither,” John laughed. His voice was a bit louder than it should have been but it’s not like Mr. Bunton didn’t know what John thought about him. All senior year he’d been bragging in his class about how swole he was and how much it attracted the ladies. Then setting it home with how few women Mr. Bunton had been with. It was pretty awful, but technically not against the school rules. “Think he’s trying to get himself some girl?”

“Dunno,” I muttered trying to go back to working out. Before a few months ago I probably wouldn’t have ever hung out with someone like John. His loud arrogant nature was usually rather off putting. But one of my friend’s had gotten himself something called a Chronivac and asked me what I wanted to change. I told him to be a total jock. He’d laughed and said okay. At first it was like nothing was different. I had my muscles, good looks and loved walking around without a shirt on. All the while still in disbelief that this Chronivac thing was real. Then my friend just kept laughing. Saying how I looked so amazing. How my dick was so much bigger. And how weird it was looking up to me. I didn’t know what he was talking about and then he clicked something on his phone and all my previous memories came rushing back to me.

It was crazy. Like I’d done wrestling for years, even some baseball. But then I had all kinds of memories of hanging out playing video games with that guy as a little fucking nerd. It was like there were two sets memories working against each other. The headache didn’t go away for a couple of days. It was hard to understand but I just learned to accept it. Having all the muscle felt really nice, girls checked me out, and I could actually drink more than one beer without getting drunk. All I had to do was workout fairly often and hang out with guys like John from time to time. 

“Dude, I think it is a girl. Look,” he obviously pointed at Mr. Bunton again. The older man was checking his phone. “It’s gotta be. Unless you think it’s a boy.”

“Just forget about it,” I shoved at him. “He can do whatever he wants.” But then something weird happened. I don’t know how to explain it other than my perception shifted. Like everything around me was the same but wasn’t. My brain was telling me that something had changed but then it was all the same. Somewhat similar to when my friend had changed me. I looked around the gym wondering what was up. My eyes trailed around everything wondering what could have possibly been different. But then trying to rationalize that there was no way something as powerful as the Chronivac could be more popular. It was just in my friend’s hands, right?

“Yeah but seriously! Guys like that don’t work out that often unless they’re gay,” John added. “Craig’s way too obsessed with the gym to not be trailing for some man ass. Unless you think he likes to take it…” He tried to stop his laughter but it just wouldn’t. The thought of Craig Bunton taking it up the ass was too much. His thick muscular body made just about anyone intimidated. Not to mention his piercing eyes and square jawline with just a dusting of facial hair. His body just oozed masculinity. Part of him looked like a tough redneck but then another part was high class. It was an odd assortment of features but somehow it all worked out to where either you were staring at him in fear or total lust.

Just like usual, at the start of his workouts, he’d peel off his sleeveless shirt and reveal his tight muscular chest. Not a hair was on his upper body, showing off each and every muscle’s deep striation. The lighting in the gym helped quite a bit. So did the light glisten of his sweat. Just cause he had some good looks didn't mean anyone would want to mess with a guy like that. He wasn’t easy to set off but being on the other side of that fist was a bit intimidating. Of course the staff never told him to put it back on either. Despite it being a clear rule and proper etiquette, no one said a word. The female staff loved seeing him like this and the male staff didn’t want to hear the female patrons complain about it. 

His eyes locked with mine. “Shit,” I realized I was staring. He seemed to cock a grin as strutted in our direction. For some reason the way he did it felt a little bit off. Like he was pretending to be as confident as usual. Thinking about it a bit more, the way he stripped off his shirt was more careful as well. He looked around the gym for someone to tell him, ‘no,’ but like usual it was just a series of women, and some men, staring at him longingly. “Mr. Bunton’s coming this way,” I said.

“Mr. Bunton?” John stared at me confused. “He goes by Craig…”

‘Shit!’ the sudden realization shot through my entire body. I went stiff, seeing that he still had his phone open. ‘There’s no way… No way…’ The thoughts just kept running through my mind as I tried to think of my memories about Craig but they were littered with images of a teacher. 

“Sup?” He cocked his head back and ran his hand through his flowing golden hair.

“Sup,” John mimicked. He hated Craig. There had been a clear rivalry between the two after every girl he’d been with always compared him to Craig. He crossed his arms against his chest trying to look as intimidating as possible but the couple of inches he had on him made it just a bit more laughable.

“Not too much,” Craig smiled. It was still a bit awkward. But it was like he was getting more and more comfortable with his surroundings. “Just saw you two checking out this body of mine,” he threw up his arms for a flex. It was hard not to be impressed. The thick but defined muscles drew eyes all around the gym. He’d been tested several times at school, as they thought no one could naturally build a body like this. All the tests came back negative. Apparently he just has an insanely high amount of testosterone.

I shook my head. That wasn’t right. He looked over at me. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” I lied. It was tough to remember but I had to. Craig still stared at me. 

“Yeah!” John interrupted. Craig shifted his attention back down to him. “Why you showing off like that? You really gay or something?”

“Would that be a problem?”

“I don’t know. Would it?” 

Craig scoffed at the response. “As quick as ever… No wonder Nathan forced me to up your grades…”

“What? What were you doing with Coach Shepard and my grades?” John asked.

“Nothing,” Craig rolled his eyes and went back to his phone. 

“Don’t ignore me!” John raised his voice. Craig kept typing away at his phone. “Hey… Wha—What are you doing?” John’s voice sounded a bit funny. He sounded nervous and a bit scared. But its pitch was off. Like it was higher or something. “Hey!” he tried to assert himself but against someone like Craig it was even more laughable. The high pitched squeal sounded too innocent. “Hey…”

But I was more distracted by the headache running through my own head. Suddenly everything around me felt so different. Like it was smaller. Even someone like Craig, who I always felt fairly equal too, now seemed like he was shrinking. And John to an even faster effect. I looked over my thick muscular hands and they just seemed to be getting thicker by the second. Even my already broad shoulders seemed wider and my arms bigger. My sleeveless shirt clung tightly over my hard earned muscles while my baggy shorts clung to my ass. Even as my dick snaked its way halfway down my leg, I knew most people couldn’t really see it. Then again I didn’t really care all that much either. 

“What’s going on?” John asked. He was wearing some of my old gear. His thin body could easily fit through one of the head hole of the shirt if he wanted to. And the shorts were always threatening to fall down even though he pulled the strings to the tightest they could go. They dangled about halfway down his calves. 

“Going on?” Craig feigned innocence. 

“Yeah! Going on!” John asserted. He poked his finger into Craig’s chest. One quick glare and he instantly backed off. For some reason he seemed to have forgotten his size. Having a good 8 inches on him, someone like Craig wouldn’t be intimidated by someone like John.

“I don’t know what you mean…” Craig laughed. He went back to his phone and started typing again. 

“No! You did something!” John lunged at him but Craig easily defended off any attack. He probably weighed twice as much as John and it was all muscle. “Do something!” John shouted at me. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Another headache came and went but I didn’t pay it much mind. I was too distracted by John’s tiny little body. How he was trying to desperately to look tough but then he was wearing my old clothes that was at least three sizes too large for him.

“Have fun,” Craig smirked as he walked away.

“What the fuck!” John shouted in his direction. He started to rush off but I grabbed him by the collar. “What the fuck! Let me go you moron! He just did… something… to…” John’s eyes turned around noticing why I stopped him. My dick was pressing hard against the shorts I was wearing. I could see him eyeing it up. “Wait a second…” He tried to pull back but not very hard. His eyes were trained on it.

“C’mon,” I cocked my head back. “I’m horny…” 

His eyes went wide with anticipation. “N-nuh-no,” he stammered out. “We need to go get Craig before he leaves.” I let him go to make his decision but he didn’t move.

“You sure that’s what you want?” I adjusted the bulge in front of his face. Clearly he was interested. His eyes wouldn’t look away. His tongue was in a constant state of licking his lips. And his hands kept clenching then unclenching. It was never hard to please his little pecker. Just being in my presence was enough for him to make a mess in his underwear sometimes. Right now I could tell it might have been one of those times. I placed my hand on the swell of his back and led him back into the locker room. 

“But… But… Craig…” he muttered as he looked at the door. But at no point did he try to pull away. If anything he was walking faster than I was.

“Don’t worry about him,” I whispered into his ear. “If you’re so interested then I’ll ask him later. Though I’m not so sure he’s much interested in you…”