#Amateur bodybuilding

[tofugains]

Shoulders

I obliterated my delts today and the pump has me feeling diabolical. I skipped yesterday, so tonight I'm hitting legs w my aunt. I think I'm becoming some sort of masochist bc when I'm not sore, I feel like I'm failing. But when I have my nutrition dialed in and I'm hitting 100g+ of protein, my recovery is much better and I don't really get sore, even when I'm doing mad drop sets and hitting PRs. So I don't feel like I'm ever going as hard as I could be, even when I'm training to failure or pushing past where I think failure is. I don't enjoy being sore but it makes me feel like I've done Something, does that make sense?

[sheruclassicworld]

Amateur Bodybuilding is a sport that requires immense dedication, focus, and discipline. It is also one of the most effective ways to achieve a lean and muscular physique. Whether performed for amateur competitions or personal benefit, bodybuilding can help to tone muscles, build strength, and increase stamina. Amateur bodybuilders compete in different weight classes and are judged on their symmetry, muscularity, and definition. While professional bodybuilding has declined in popularity recently, amateur bodybuilding competition is still strong.

[aces-jacket]

i find it funny that butch hartman is a huge scamming homophobe but he allows the character designers to make big, buff characters with small waist lines.

like okay freakster, you definitely have a thing for curvy waists

update: IM SORRY GUYS I NOW KNOW THAT BUTCH DIDN'T DESIGN LOTS OF THESE CHARACTERS

[jessreadsandreads]

This is such an appropriate post to stumble onto after requesting a spiritual insight reading last night, in which I literally used the words "training montage" in describing the focus of my request... My post-surgery appointment for a physiotherapy lecture yesterday afternoon ignited a big-time urge to slowly and carefully get back into weight-lifting when I heal enough - now I'm wondering if I can do the magical equivalent alongside it.

An essay on why we all get so fatigued trying to do witchcraft, and some ideas on what to do about it.

I've mentioned a few (several?) times that I'm trying to rework my practice to be so much lower energy.

I want to practice a lot. My path has responsibilities and demands. I want to be engaged in witchcraft daily and often.

As a part of this I have had to really sit down and untangle the question of chronic magical fatigue, which then turns in to chronic regular fatigue.

I've come to some personal realizations during this quest. Here is one of them, which I would like to suggest as a concept or hypothesis but not a literal truism:

One of the most vital and basic energy working techniques you can learn is feeling how full your "mana tanks" are.

Magical battery, odic fluid, witch-power, whatever you want to call it. It's finite for all of us (even if for some it can recharge faster than they can use it).

I have yet to see a "daily practice" or "101 energy work guide" provide a resource on how to feel how much magical energy you have, and explain how to avoid over-spending it.

I have also never seen a 101 guide ever really explain that "energy-gathering" techniques which are meant to recharge you are in and of themselves draining.

Techniques which refill your mana tanks are often the same techniques as energy raising and energy programming.

E.g.: "Pull energy up from the earth" (energy raising) "and guide it to your spine, imagining that it refills and recharges your whole body" (energy programming).

This is an actively draining technique.

The only passive energy-gathering technique I'm familiar with is just resting.

As humans, this should be common sense! Eating food requires energy (to find food, to prepare it, to consume it) and then can further tire us as our body redirects resources to digestion.

As humans, when many of us get older, we start to realize our physical limits. You know how far you can get in the day on a single bagel. And for many of us, if you've pushed past your limits, your whole day is thrown off. Refueling might make you crash and nap, not suddenly fill you up with a huge burst of energy!

Yet somehow it's pervaded the 101 energy working sphere that a certain energy-gathering exercise - which drains your magical power - will just fill you up and you can do as much magic as you want again. Warnings about not over-exerting are usually like, "take it easy! Only do 1 or 2 minutes if you can't do all 15, or even take the day off ;)" but no actual instructions about how to feel out your limits and know how to reliably stop before you over-exert.

I think that for a lot of people it would be helpful to divide their energy-working abilities into two categories: Muscle and Fuel.

Your energy working Muscle becomes stronger over time. It has its own muscle-memory, and repetition of techniques can allow you to do them faster and better over time. This Muscle behaves very much like your earthly muscles: it burns fuel to work, but it also becomes fatigued and even damaged with over-exertion. It requires regular periods of rest. Once pushed to the point of fatigue, the necessary period of rest becomes a lot longer.

Your energy working Fuel can be thought of as the little magical calories floating around your energy body system. These units of energy are refilled and recharged as we do normal things like eating, sleeping, and engaging in restorative mundane activities. This Fuel doesn't do anything on its own*. In order to utilize it, you have to engage your Muscle. The more that you work with Fuel-collecting and Muscle-using, the more efficient your energy body system becomes at accepting, processing, storing, and expelling Fuel. You can use your Muscle to collect Fuel and store it inside your energy body.

No matter how much Fuel you have, once your Muscle is fatigued, you have to rest.

I can run a marathon (no I can't, but imagine with me) and be totally exhausted. If I eat an entire pizza, will this allow me to suddenly run another marathon? No, of course not!

Now, let's imagine that nobody brought a pizza to me, but I had to walk down to the corner shops to buy one - now, my poor muscles can barely hold me up. Energy-raising exercises still require you to flex your Muscle, and if it's already fatigued, you are probably just shooting yourself in the foot.

Your Fuel and Muscle are not automatically synchronised. And I think a lot of us out here are abusing our poor Muscles, demanding they work again and again and again, not understanding that they need literal periods of rest - hours and days to be allowed to relax, heal, and regrow to a stronger state. And I think a lot of people do believe that just by Refueling, their Muscles are supposed to "magically" work as if they just came of a week of rest.

In my beliefs, this Fuel and Muscle are the same ones we use for divination, spellwork, and spirit contact :) So if you're trying to do tons of these things all the time and thinking that a grounding exercise can replace rest, you're probably literally just… running yourself into the ground.

I would like to propose that if you are having a really hard time dealing with fatigue and energy levels when trying to engage with your practice**, you should learn two techniques: A way to judge the fatigue of your Muscle, and a way to judge the fullness of your Fuel.

Either of these things can be accomplished with a pendulum on a number line (using a pendulum requires usage of your Muscle, by the by!). Bodily sensations may tip you off - I get a strained feeling in my forehead when I'm close to over-exertion. You can also induce a psychic technique, such as asking yourself where you're at and waiting to hear, see, know, feel, or understand where your Muscles and Fuel are at.

I would also like to propose that metaphysical energy gathering can actually be so tiring that it might be inappropriate for everyday use. Raising a ton of energy and infusing it into yourself or objects for later use is a full day's activity, not a quick act you can shove into a morning routine. I'd like to clarify that here I differentiate between energy-raising, and meditative techniques which provide a "grounded," present-moment focused state of mind.

If you're taking suggestions, I would recommend figuring out how much magic you can do before you achieve a state of 50% Muscular fatigue/Fuel exertion, 75%, and 90%. I believe you shouldn't push past your limits. It just hurts. It feels bad, it's exhausting, and it takes exponentially longer to rest and heal. And I think many of us will be surprised at how little magic we can accomplish when we respect our limits.

*Some people who experience a great over-abundance of personal energy do have weird stuff happening around them all the time; it's the metaphysical equivalent of a cat rubbed with a balloon and set loose in a Styrofoam factory.

**Here, I mean people who notice marked upticks in exhaustion and fatigue when working magic, not people with baseline fatigue which just carries forward.

[bodylinesgym]

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[anthonysperkins]

Clarence "Clancy" Ross, 1st place 🏆, 2nd overall 🥈

Hearst Metrotone News, Jun. 17, 1955: NAMING "MR. UNIVERSE" – The search for the perfect male! In London, husky candidates from 20 countries vie for the coveted title of 'Mr. Universe.' The muscle men of the world, both pros and amateur, are here flexing their biceps like crazy! Even far India is represented; bodybuilding has become an international sport. Some admiring ladies take measurements of Clancy Ross, one of four U.S. entrants. Looks like his has what it takes! But the judges award the professional title to Canada's 35-year-old, Leo Robert, 'Mr' Hercules' for 1955! By the way, here is Mickey Hargitay who takes the amateur title for the U.S.!" Muscle Builder, September 1955, page 22: Weider Men Sweep Mr. Universe Contest – "[...] Here are the highlights of the event. In the professional division, Tall Man's Class, Weider Booster Clancy Ross won the top spot, hands down. In the Medium Height Class, Leo Robert, Weider Pupil and Booster won in a walk-away. The judges who had the inevitable job of deciding between these two perfect men for the title of Professional 'Mr. Universe', finally awarded Leo Robert the title. It was close, and while we are delighted that our pupil Leo won, in fairness to Ross we must mention that the long trip from California to London took a lot out of him. He fell victim to the flu two days before the big event and competed against doctor's orders, weighing only 187 pounds instead of his regular 202 pounds bodyweight knowing that he wasn't in top shape. Only conjecture is possible when considering the outcome if Ross hadn't been ill."

[straightmenobsession]

Bodybuilder Elie Tane Ngnewo.

“My new preparation for the Arnold Classic Amateur 2024.”

[k-marzolf]

[purple rain]

@e-dubbc11 @kayhi808 @terry2227 @snowkestrel @firequeensposts @milea @bookloverfilmoholic @rosaleenablack @firexfate @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @tortilla-chips-and-allioli @cant-help-simping @vaguekayla @idaofinfinity

The first thing I’ve written in a long time…not sure I’m back fully, but I like how this turned out.

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You drew him on hotel stationary in the lobby while your father made conversation with pompous men who thought they were entitled to you.

But not him. Not Blackbird.

He’d seen you trip over a rug, and go flailing down with all your things. Your father kept walking.

But he’d bent down to pick up all your makeup, your art supplies. An amateur artist was what your father’s friends called you. Unpolished.

He flipped through it, curious. And then he pointed to the blackbirds on a tree branch in the winter. “I like this one. It was my callsign in the Marines.” His voice was warm like honey, eyes dark like a starless sky.

You burned as he brushed hair from your face, making your eyes flutter. But he made none of the lewd comments your father’s friend did. “You’re—“

He looked guarded, “Beautiful?” The assumption wasn’t arrogant, only tired.

“Kind.” You finished lamely.

He laughed, “I’m an asshole, but sure.”

“My father who expects a mother from his wife, one to take care of him, that is an asshole. His friends that objectify me are assholes.” You said, watching his face.

He looked angry, frowning. “I can kick them in the balls for you.”

“I already did that. It’s why John keeps glaring at me,” you said, pointing to him, “I did it once, and when he recovered I did it again.” You said, biting your lip playfully.

Billy looked over his shoulder at a tall burly man with a receding hairline. He reminded Billy of a bodybuilder, before he turned back to you, and you both locked eyes, “I take it, muscle Mikey didn’t like that?” Billy asked, before you both dissolved into laughter, until he got pulled away by work leaving you disappointed.

But he kissed your cheek, “Billy Russo, if you wanna find me.” His breath tickled your ear, and you watched dazed as he moved away.

And now you sat, sketching him lazily with blackbirds on his shoulder, wings as dark as his hair.

A representation of freedom.

Maybe you would find him.

[petrssecrethideout]

I found an old VHS as a garage sale. It was completely unmarked, so I decided to bust out my old VHS player and see if I found something interesting.

What I found was "Bobby's Beef 'Em Up!", which was apparently a set of workout videos made to build muscle like the aforementioned Bobby, who was the instructor. The workout was just a pretty standard aerobics workout, and it was a pretty amateur taping, with only Bobby around, but he really stole the show.

He was massive! I know bodybuilders at the time were roided to the gills, but Bobby was on another level. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. While I know that there's no way that Bobby here got that big from just the workout on this tape, I wish I could find more of them. there are really nice to watch, even if Bobby himself makes doing any of the workouts pretty distracting. With all of that muscle stuffed into that singlet, I was surprised it lasted throughout the video.

[octuscle]

Hey, support! I could really use your help. I’m 25 and got a Chronivac on my phone to make myself bigger and more muscular so coworkers would take me more seriously, on top of going to the gym as well. But I lost my phone a few days back at the gym, and after this handsome older neighbor returned it to me, I’ve started changing a lot more. Now I’ve got a blond crew cut even though my hair’s always been brown and pretty shaggy, I sweat like a pig, and I’ve got 5 months worth of beard growth and a forest of blond fur on my body. Speaking of, that muscle growth has almost doubled in the last two days, I look like a bodybuilder now and I smell like an old gym locker. I don’t remember putting any of this in initially, but that older guy from the gym’s been watching me pretty closely. Is there any way to reverse this?

Phew! A transformation was started from your cell phone. Of course, I can't tell whether it was you or someone else. The fact is: you are an amateur bodybuilder with a split relationship to the shower and especially to deodorant and soap. But somehow no one has ever complained about it. Possibly because nobody dares to…

Your neighbor said that you cut a good figure at the photo shoot. You now have your own product line! What a great thing! But your neighbor, your manager, also invested a lot of time and money in you. Lifting iron and marketing yourself on social media are now your main occupations. You're a pro at that. You've been in business for five years as a fitness influencer, personal trainer and fitness model. You're perfect as an advertising figure for your neighbor's company. You're the body, he's the brain. Well, and to be honest: You're the dick, he's the hole. He created you. Exactly according to his needs.

So, what was the problem again? Your body? Your hairstyle? That you're always horny? Or that you're a bit dumb? Dude, no problem, your manager will take care of you!

[pumperpup]

In the bustling heart of the city, Dr. Felix, a small, slender man with striking silver hair and a well-groomed mustache, had just opened his latest venture: a pop-up hypnotism office. Dr. Felix was no ordinary hypnotist; he harbored a unique fascination with inducing rapid, immense muscle growth in his unsuspecting clients. The sign outside his office flickered with the neon words, “Transform Your Fears Today.”

The first client of the day was a timid young man named Mark, who confessed his fear of going to the gym. He felt overwhelmed by the mere thought of working out beside the seasoned gym-goers. Dr. Felix listened intently, his eyes twinkling with a mix of empathy and excitement as he devised a special plan for Mark.

"Let's make your gym visits more... impactful," Dr. Felix suggested with a sly grin. He guided Mark into a deep hypnotic state, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Whenever you hear the phrase 'muscle time,' your muscles will grow stronger, larger, more defined."

As Felix snapped his fingers to wake Mark, the air was charged with anticipation. "Muscle time," he declared with a dramatic flourish.

Instantly, Mark’s arms began to swell, the muscles expanding with a startling rapidity. His shirt tightened around his biceps, the fabric straining as if it might tear at any moment. Mark gasped, his eyes wide with astonishment and a burgeoning delight. He flexed instinctively, marveling at the sudden heft and power of his arms.

Encouraged by the reaction, Dr. Felix repeated the trigger phrase. "Muscle time." Mark's transformation escalated. His shoulders broadened, chest bulged, and his legs thickened to the size of tree trunks. His physique now resembled that of an amateur bodybuilder, the contours and striations of his muscles sharply defined.

"That's enough," Mark stammered, a mix of excitement and anxiety in his voice. He was already larger than he had ever imagined becoming.

But Dr. Felix, caught up in the thrill of his creation, couldn't resist. "Muscle time," he whispered, a wild gleam in his eyes.

Mark's body exploded in size once more, his muscles ballooning to an extreme. He was now the size of a professional bodybuilder, each muscle group grotesquely oversized and veined. His movements became cumbersome; the sheer mass was overwhelming.

"No, please, stop!" Mark pleaded, his voice tinged with panic. He struggled to adjust to his massive new form, his clothes mere tatters hanging off his Herculean frame.

Yet Dr. Felix, driven by a deep, unyielding curiosity and excitement, pressed on. "Muscle time, muscle time, muscle time!" he chanted rapidly, unable to contain his fervor.

With each utterance, Mark grew exponentially. His body became a spectacle of raw, unbridled growth. The muscles were so pronounced that they hindered his movement, rendering him nearly immobile. Mark looked down at himself in horror and disbelief, too large to even comprehend.

Dr. Felix finally stepped back, his breath heavy with both awe and a trace of fear at what he had unleashed, "Perfection." Mark was a giant, a titan of muscle bound by the confines of his own flesh, trapped in a body that was too powerful, too monstrous for any ordinary life.

[camelclutchfan]

Bodybuilder vs amateur wrestler

[gorps]

The amount of misinformation surrounding nutrition is absolutely absurd. If you ask the average person who thinks they know a lot about nutrition, they'll likely have less than 0 understanding of how it works. If you ever have a question about nutrition or exercise, I genuinely cannot recommend Renaissance Periodization enough. The only way information gets put out is if a consideration of ALL the scientific literature is considered, and I have literally never seen them put out any bad info. I've seen Dr. Mike recommend people not buy his powerlifting training templates because he thought juggernaut.ai was better. I have never seen a more honest source of information coming out of the industry. Even people who are similarly respected end up plugging bullshit supplements or, at the very least, will NOT tell you if a competitor is a better source of information. If you ever, for any reason, find yourself thinking you know something about nutrition and that understanding guides how you eat or train, PLEASE look up an RP video on the topic. (they are also an extremely good source of info for bodybuilding and strength building (and yes, bodybuilders are very strong, and anyone who tells you they're show muscles and not practical muscles are 99/100 times weaker than even amateur bodybuilders))

[lou-struck]

Melting the Ice

Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

Prompt: +🧊+ beach

~Your beach plans are in danger if your boyfriend continues his seaside nap

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the Masterlist HERE

23 seconds…

It took precisely 23 seconds for your ice cube to melt into nothingness on the hot sand just outside the safety of your beach umbrella. 

The shade shields both you and your sleeping boyfriend from the sun’s cruel rays as you dip through your now-empty lemonade for another piece to toss onto the shaded part.

It’s not that you’re bored, of course not…

it’s just that this little trip to the beach was Kyojuro’s idea, and your usually energetic boyfriend is fast asleep on the hot sand next to you. The two of you haven’t gotten a chance to do any of the things that you both wanted to do on your beach day. 

All of your other friends wasted no time securing their valuables and tossing their other belongings to the sand in favor of exploring the bustling shoreline and enjoying all it has to offer before you all meet up again for a bonfire in the evening.

Your eyes scan the crowded shoreline for any sign of your friends, spotting a few of them.

Obanai and Mitsuri are walking hand in hand down the beach, trying to find pretty shells, the latter excitedly petting every dog that comes her way.

Tengen is standing next to a large stage, flexing his muscles and getting ready to compete in an amateur beach bodybuilding competition. Something he has been itching for the chance to do for months, and Kyoujro promised the two of you would be cheering him on. Even Giyuu is getting in on the fun, floating in the saltwater with his snorkeling equipment, doing his best not to socialize with anyone unfamiliar except schools of fish and whatever else lurks beneath the depths.

You’re starting to get stir-crazy. 

With a huff, you toss another ice cube onto the sand under your umbrella and mentally time how long it takes to disappear.

You have a whole ocean in front of you, brimming with life and activities galore on the shore, but here you are watching ice melt in… 42… no 43 seconds.

“So bored,” you groan, leaning back against your lounge chair and taking another glance at your sleeping boyfriend, who is still resting comfortably. 

If it weren’t for your spacious beach umbrella shielding him from the rest of the world, you are sure you would have to fend off troves of admirers. He looks breathtakingly good.

His wild red-gold hair is tied up to keep his neck cool in this summer’s heat. His bare chest glistens with a screen of sunscreen as it rises and falls peacefully with each breath he takes. And that big smile of his doesn’t leave his face even as he rests.

Focus, 

It’s not that you don’t just want to look at him all day, but you are painfully bored, and if you don’t wake him now, he may just sleep through the whole day and not get to participate in some of the beach activities he had been excited about doing later.

You place a hand on his firm shoulder and try to wake him up. “Kyoujuo,” you say softly, shaking him. He doesn’t move an inch. It’s almost as if he is so strong he cannot feel you touching him. Rolling your eyes, you shake him again, putting more strength behind the movement. This time he moves, but it isn’t to wake up. Instead, he unconsciously shifts in his seat, trying to get even more comfortable.

“Hey, wake up,” you say, shaking him as hard as you can; little beads of perspiration appear on your forehead from the effort, but still, he rests peacefully. “Seriously, Kyo, if that doesn’t wake you up, what will?”

Defeat rests heavily upon your chest, and you slump back against your chair as you try to answer that very question. Letting your hand drop, you rattle your cup of ice from before, and it gives you a very sinister idea. 

You chuckle as you dig through the cup of ice, trying to fish out the largest one. Once you do, you feel the way it drips onto your skin. It may be scorching outside, but ice is still ice, and you are going to use it to your advantage.

Carefully you press it against the center of his chest, right between his well-defined pecs. The cube begins to melt against his unusually warm skin, and he flinches slightly at the unfamiliar and unwelcome sensation.

At the cold feeling, his brow furrows, and he raises a hand to try and bat it away. Before he can, you let go of the ice cube and watch as it slides down his chest and over his abs before getting stuck in his belly button.

If you have ever gotten an ice cube stuck in your belly button while you were resting, you would no it is a strange and uncomfortable sensation. Something that can definitely wake you up from a catnap.

He flinches and twists a bit more, trying to rid his still-sleeping body of the cold sensation. But the movements encourage you to do something that would really help him wake up.

As you clutch the cup of remaining ice cubes and hover it over his face, you almost feel a bit bad about what you are about to do. Keyword: Almost.

With a quick twist of your wrist, you dump the rest of the cup onto his face, and he jolts up quickly with a gasp, awake at last. His flames colored eyes open wide as he tries to get the dozens of little ice cubes off of him.

You laugh happily, kicking your feet up on your chair as innocently as you can. He looks at you, notices the empty cup in your hand, and knows right away you are the culprit.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He says lowly, his eyes glimmering with a dark playfulness that sends shivers down your spine despite the heat in the air.

Very much so,” you giggle, “I’m glad you decided to join me; I was getting lonely out here and thought you were going to sleep through the day. Do you feel more awake?”

“I do,” he smiles, taking a step closer to your seat, “I feel more awake than ever; I’ll have to return the favor since you look so comfortable over there.” the purr that escapes his lips has you on the edge of your seat, and you watch as he grabs his own half-finished glass of lemonade and drains the rest of it in greedy gulps until only the ice chunks remain. He rattles the cup as he stares you down. “That was tasty,”

You don’t sit long, rolling off of your chair and rushing away from your boyfriend and his cup full of ice. If you’d known this would have turned into an ice cube fight, you would have tossed most of them onto the sand. 

“Kyojuro, I swear If you hit me with those, I’ll ~ ahhhh,” you screech as he pelts you with the first of many ice cubes. He hits you square in the back, and the cube splinters across your skin. 

He only laughs as he follows you, running through the hot sand faster and more skilfully than you do. Gaining ground fast as you make your way down the beach and into the water.

Once you are knee-deep in the waves, you realize you have nowhere else to run, but the water feels soothing against your warm skin. And you struggle to catch your breath from running so much. Your lungs feel burnt.

You are waist-deep when he catches you; you take a look and see that he isn’t even sweating; how on earth is that fair. 

“Haha, It looks like I caught you,” he says loudly, drawing a few curious looks from the other beachgoers. He raises his cup of ice in the air, ready to toss it at you, but as he does, he notices it is empty. Its contents must’ve fallen out during the chase.

“It looks like you’re all out of ice.” you pant, crouching over to catch your breath.

He smiles, “I may be out of ice, but I have something much better.” His voice can probably be heard down the shoreline, but you don’t understand what he is saying until he lunges for you, scooping you up and tossing you in the water.

He gives you enough time to shut your eyes tightly and close your mouth. You hit the water with a slapping sound, your feet can still touch, but you are completely covered in water and a bit of seaweed as you resurface. 

You’re not even mad; a part of you knew this would happen one way or another. And he is laughing so happily at your expense it warms your heart just a bit.

“How’s the water?” He asks, extending a hand to help you up. You notice he does a once-over to make sure he hasn’t hurt you at all, but he doesn’t say anything.

“It’s great, you should try it?” you coo, tensing your muscles and trying to pull him under, but he doesn’t budge in the slightest. “Really? You couldn’t have pretended to fall?”

“Nope, but I am always here to help you back up.” he grins, pulling you to your feet. “Even if you did ruin the best nap I have ever had.”

[transformation4life]

Do The Chul Dance!

"Alright Darren, get ready!" The dance director shouted with his megaphone.

Darren the scrawny white man walked onto the stage.

"Okay Darren, we need you to do something like those KPOP stars now chop chop!" The director waved his baton.

"U-Um sir... I don't... watch KPOP-"

"Nonsense! Just feel it in your body!" The director interrupted Darren.

"N-Not to be mean sir but I'm just a an american white guy..." Darren isn't korean let alone someone that's ever left the U.S. so he wasn't sure how he could "feel it in your body".

Infact this whole gig was weird from the start. Darren was an amateur dancer and was trying to find a bit of work to fund his student loans and this job just came to him on a phone ad one day.

Dance like a star!

Get money and change your life!

K-Star~

The tagline was a bit weird but money is money. But now... he was at a loss.

"Now now darling, how about you put these on!" The director got out of his chair and handed Darren an impressive pair of shades with Darren reluctantly putting the eye covers.

"Let's take it from the top! Show your korean gusto, Darren!" The director shouted into the megaphone once more

"S-Sir... like I told you before I-I'm america-"

"What are you talking about my good chap? Being korean was part of the sign up process. You are 100% one!"

"But I'm not-"

"You are Korean. Always have been," The moment the words left the director's mouth Darren's new shades began to glow and Darren's body began to change.

Darren lost a bit of muscle as he became a bit skinnier while his face was restructured to be much more authentically korean with narrower eyes, a bit plumper lips and slimmer nose. The final physical change for now was Darren's becoming a bit tanner. Memories of being on American soil all Darren's life were replaced with memories of korean city skylines and immigrating at age 20. Despite it all he's somehow pretty good with english but still stumbles from time to time. Darren's mom was always enamored with american names so she named his son with one.

"Ah, right. So sorry! Don't know what came over me!" A korean accent quickly overtook Darren's former voice like it always been there.

"No worries no worries! Now you said your name was Darren correct? That's not a very korean name is it? Why did your parents choose it?" The director gave a curious smirk.

"Oh! Well my mom has always been fascinated with american culture so she named me something american so she felt like it was always a part of her life-"

"Good. Great. Fantastic even. Just one tiny problem with that. It says on this paper here your name is 황철순..."

"Hwang Chul Soon? Like the famous bodybuilder? Oh please the fact we're the same race is more insane than anything let alone me sharing the same name as him-"

"Your name is definitely 황철순," the shades glowed again as Darren's or rather Chul's timeline was changed to fit the director's vision.

Chul's mother never had a knack for american culture. Instead it was just pure coincidence that he would share the name of famous South Korean Bodybuilder Hwang Chul Soon. Chul felt like he never deserved the name and yet he still had it.

"Apologies. I slipped up again... yes... my name is 황철순... But can we get to the dancing now? You've been asking a lot of questions-"

"It's all part of our process for a perfect korean dancer, Chul! Just a bit more now!" The director smiled

"Okay... what else do you want from me?"

"Hmm... how well do you know your korean?"

"I was born and raised there so I would say it's about as perfect as it can be..."

"Excellent! How about your english? Doing good on that front?"

"My english? Not too bad... I do fumble a bit sometimes though,"

"그래서 당신이 말하는 것은 당신이 더 이상 영어를 몰라도 괜찮다는 것입니까?" (So what you're saying is that you wouldn't mind not knowing english anymore?)

"어… 뭐?" (Uh... what?)

"당신은 더 이상 영어를 모른다," (You don't know english anymore.) The shades shining glory returned and absorbed all knowledge of the english language from Chul. Despite immigrating to America he never quite figured out the language so he stayed in mostly korean immigrant areas leading to this korean dance company.

"...더 이상? 그래 내가 영어를 전혀 못하잖아..." (…Anymore? Well yeah I don't speak english like at all…)

"좋아요! 스타가 될 순수한 한국인!" (That's right! A pure korean that will be a star!) The director was being especially loud this time.

"어… 그래? 난 널 위해 한 번도 춤을 춰본 적 없어-" (Uh… yea I guess? I haven't even danced once for you-)

"나는 당신의 조급함을 이해합니다 하지만 여기서 거의 끝났습니다. 조금만 기다려줘 알았지? (I understand your impatience but we're almost done here. Just wait a bit for me okay?) The director gave a look that gave Chul chills in his spine.

"자, 당신의 체격을 어떻게 설명하시겠습니까?" (Now, how would you describe your physique?)

"오, 별거 아니에요 선생님… 저는 평생 체육관에 가본 적이 없어요. 황철순 같은 사람과 이름을 공유하는 것조차 의욕이 없었어요-" (Oh, it's not much sir… I've never been to the gym all my life. Even sharing a name with someone like Hwang Chul Soon I've just never been motivated to-)

"무의미한 말! 당신은 신의 체격을 가지고 있습니다! 누구나 당신이 되고 싶어할 것입니다!" (Nonsense! you have the physique of the gods! Anyone would want to be you!)

"부럽긴한데 근육이 거의없어서..." (I'm flattered but I barely have any muscle… ) Chul twiddled his thumbs in shame

"나한테 거짓말 할 필요 없어 철. 카리스마처럼 근육이 엄청나다!" (You don't need to lie to me Chul. your muscles are huge just like your charisma!)

"선생님… 저는 그 둘 다 가지고 있지 않습니다-" (Sir... I have neither of those-)

"신의 근육과 고기 가득한 근육과 HIGH 카리스마," (You have the muscles of gods and the pecs full of meat and HIGH charisma.) The shades shone like never before as Chul began to pack on muscle at an alarming rate.

First there was the massive biceps, then the faint appearance of a sixpack with Chul's back widening soon as his neck become thicker and his adam's apple more prominent. The star of his upper half began to show itself as his flat rack became massive chunks of meat that could rival the most gifted of women. Chul got a bit taller as his swishy pants rode up exposing the thicker legs that he just obtained. A smirk overcame Chul as his hairstyle become much more suave and he threw his lousy shirt side exposing his new muscle body and charisma.

"알아차리셨다니 다행입니다! 이제 충분히 말하고 더 춤추세요!" (So glad you noticed! Now enough talking and more DANCING!) Chul's new charisma immediately showed itself as Chul began to show his moves.

"내가 찾고 있는 바로 그 철! 나를 위해 밈 댄스를 해주세요!" (That's the Chul I'm looking for! Do a memey dance for me!) Chul nodded and began his routine.

"그리고…. 플렉스!" (And... Flex!) Chul walked up to the stage and flexed to the director.

"잘했어 철! 당신은 당신의 분대에 완벽합니다. 당신은 내일 시작합니다." (Great job Chul! You're perfect for your squad. You start tomorrow.) The director stood up and clapped.

"이런 기회를 주셔서 정말 감사합니다 선생님. 내일 봐요!" (Thank you so much for this opportunity sir. See you tomorrow!) Chul waved goodbye to the director and left the building.

With no one in the room the director began to laugh manically.

"Heh... another transformation complete I almost surprise myself with my power. I'm going to have the greatest bodybuilding dance group known to HUMANITY!" The director laughed even harder.

"Poor ol' Darren..." The director pulled up a picture of Chul or rather Darren.

"He doesn't know anything... how much happier he is now."

[hackoftheyear]

I’ve decided that I am definitely absolutely going to compete in an amateur bodybuilding competition in the transformation category some day. Fully prepared to lose because I just want to compete to be able to say I worked my ass off and had something to show for it that was worth paying to be shown lol. You pay to compete it’s basically a pageant.