Compliant Gains

Phillip knew there was something wrong with his body. He'd been working out for a while, having developed a strong physique and build, but now he was losing it all. Just over the last few months he'd begun packing on weight quickly. Bad weight. He watched helplessly in the mirror as all his definition vanished, his body instead growing heavy curves in the areas he'd been proud of.

He watched as his stomach incessantly pushed forward, fat wrapping his midsection and forming a crease with his pecs that were bulging out too. His waist widened, laden with blubber, each step making his rear jump under his growing love handles. He could hardly flex his chest now, the thick skin wobbling whenever he tried. He could almost see them as tits.

The worst part was his hair. He managed to grow out a beard to hide his lowering chin, but the rest of his body seemed to be losing to all. Hair fell out from his head and all across his body, leaving him smooth as a pig. He thought it might pass eventually, but after realizing he could hardly grab his dick anymore, he finally felt it was time to speak up.

He ended up at the gym with a friend he'd started going with the past year, Phil asking if they'd noticed his body changing recently.

"Nah, you're just bulking" They said dismissively, not paying attention. "Here" They handed a pair of headphones to Phil while keeping one for themselves. They had two sets of earbuds connected to the friend's phone, allowing them to listen to the same music.

"I'm worried though" Phil said, trying to get the conversation started.

"Put the headphones in" His buddy ordered, growing aggressive.

Phil felt like he had no choice, obediently inserting the pods into his ears. It was something he just realized had been happening more often. He used to be more stubborn, holding his ground and aggressive. Now he just went along with whatever his workout partner said, obeying every command.

His friend pushed him forward to the gym floor and Phil felt his mind relax, allowing his friend to take control. It was like whenever he had the headphones in all he could do was listen. His head slowly tuned out the world, thoughts wandering off while letting his body take over doing whatever he was told. The workout felt like it was over in a few seconds, Phil returning to his body exhausted.

After the gym, Phil found himself following his friend back to their car, his friend pulling out a case of syringes and a vial. In a second the syringe was filled, turning to Phil expectedly.

"Bend over"

Phil felt frozen, staring ahead. "What is that?" He asked.

"Just your shot of steroids. Don't you remember?"

Just like that glimpses of memory came back to him, bending over for his friend letting him insert the needle, given a boost to help grow. It was like he'd been made to forget, ordered to forget. Just like he felt in the gym wearing earbuds.

"Doesn't that raise estrogen levels too?" Phil asked, suddenly worried.

His friend just smiled slyly. "Of course, but I don't want my prize pig to be stubborn, do I? Nah, just an obedient passive sow, isn't that right bitch? Now bend over, and don't make me ask twice"

Phil felt his new instinct to obey the command kick in, his body bending over the car and allowing himself to be stuck. He'd become a complaint bitch bear, and there was nothing he could do about it.