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sanzaibian Ā· 5 months ago
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ā€œSir, here are the Beatty files.ā€ The young woman told me, handing a USB key.
I have heard a lot about these files. They were intercepted in the town after which theyā€™re named by the secret services a while ago, but were encrypted in such a puzzling way that only now can we view them. And of course, I am the first one to be able to review its content.
I know a lot of things, as it is my job to be informed of anything and everything happening around the world. I know the plans of China over Taiwan, the successor to the Ayatollah, the contents of the talks between Putin and Kim Jong-un, and all the current US military strategy. In my line of work, everything can happen, yet at no single point could I make sense of the Beatty files. Nor could anyone else for that matter.
I excused the young woman, bidding to her my thanks for the deciphering team, and went to the unused laptop I had prepared. When it comes to matters of national security, I cannot afford to be careless, and let anyone unlicensed to get access to this. So brand new laptop, created by us, which has never been opened, to open these files.
And so I fiddled with the parameters a bit, entering the secret code, and inserted the USB key to view its contents. Inside were a few files, all of which videos. Their names were not informative, since I know for a fact that their original names were not recovered, so I just opened the first file in the list.
The video opened looking down in a white cubic room, meaning it was very likely a security camera recording. In addition, there was the time indicated on the bottom right, yet something felt weird about how it was displayedā€¦ 15:58ā€¦ 15:59ā€¦ 15:60 ???... 16:01, etc. Why is it not counting time correctly ? Nobody indicates time like this ! Itā€™s wrong, itā€™s incorrect ! I just opened it and thereā€™s already something I cannot in any way explain !
Taking a deep breath, I look at the center of the screen, in which I have a good view of a man sat in a chair. He has tanned skin, black hair and black stubble, and a very developed musculature. He looks to be a very attractive middle-eastern man, although I cannot say which ethnicity he precisely has.
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The chair heā€™s sitting on is quite massive, and he looks almost as if he isā€¦ restrained in it ? Yes, there seems to be little handcuffs tethering him to the armchairs. But most striking are the numerous tubes going out from his arms, legs, torso and even head, linked to some types of medical appliances I cannot recognize, as well as to a sort of glass tank.
Suddenly, I notice the deep voice of a man. I up the volume, and hearā€¦ a language I cannot understand.
ā€œTzai en 19/03, 2:17, en tzoujkbruoi odogattzion program en Scipio Labratory. Ny hse Hk. Adtem, tzai widt nyn hskadiais, Sjd. Fingtrosy Ćæ Sd. Vagohs, Ćæ naum wom fill no tzoujketvĆæsn ekspĆærians widt no #1073 bymarjen.ā€
At first I get some German vibes from it, but then it seems to be Polish, and then Frenchā€¦ Whatever that language might be, it is not one I have ever heard. The man in the chair looks around, seemingly half-dazed, as if he was drugged. I donā€™t know what will happen to him, yet I get the feeling that it wonā€™t be a desirable fate.
Suddenly, another voice, that of a woman by the looks of things, speaking in that same strange language.
ā€œHsĆ¼zmalhsĆæv drĆ«l en im.ā€
Then a buzzer sound. There seems to be some white substance flowing inside the manā€™s body, through the tubes from the medical appliances. As it flows, I can see his eyes starting to become more droopy, before fluttering, and then closing. At the same time, his body starts floundering in the restraints, as if he was keeping himself from falling asleep. But as time went on and the white liquid ran dry, all of his muscles were relaxing and his stance become limp, like that of a dysfunctional robot. However, looking at his accelerating breathing rhythm, it seems to my trained eye that he is not actually asleep. Itā€™s only his body refusing to function correctly.
ā€œDrĆ«l ingkatzt. EtvĆæsn harjimĆæll.ā€ Says another voice, deeper than the last one, but not as deep as the first one.
I donā€™t really know whatā€™s happening. If the counter on the bottom-right of the screen wasnā€™t ticking up, I would have thought that the image was frozen. But then, suddenly, I can hear a low sound in the recording. And that sounds starts creeping higher and higher, as if something was charging upā€¦ Yeah, definitively charging up, since I almost saw some lightning sparks going off from the chairā€¦
I donā€™t know whatā€™s happening, but it seems to be malfunctioning. The sparks make themselves more and more intense, and it almost seems as if the machine is ready to explode...
Just as I say that, the first deep voice makes itself heard once again, but this time more in a frustrated or worried tone than an official one.
ā€œSel heont havyā€¦ Go huop sel hstill pĆærdont...ā€
But suddenly, the sparks stop, and while the sound doesnā€™t stop, beige liquid start flowing into the pipesā€¦ from the man to the tank ? What is that thing ? I donā€™t understand ! However, I can hear cries of rejoice in the audience, with all three voices Iā€™ve heard since then saying incomprehensible stuff that I wouldnā€™t even be able to transcribe. I guess they also didnā€™t thinkā€¦ whatever this is would work ?
I take a drink from my water bottle as I keep an eye on the video. However, since I need to reach my bag, I cannot actively monitor it. Besides, according to what I hear, nothing of note seems to be happening... But when I have put down the bottle, I stop the video. I rub my eyes, but even then, I still see it.
The man seems smaller.
Somehow.
I go back in the video to the time where the man with the deepest voice sounded worried andā€¦ Yeah, looking like that, itā€™s even more apparent. The man has been losing mass. And the tanks have been filled by this beige skin-color liquidā€¦ Heh, if I didnā€™t know I was in reality, I would have said that this is muscle-juice, but this is ridiculousā€¦
Especially since the body mass hasnā€™t been the only thing to change.
As I play back the video and continue through the long haul of high-pitch noise and not much else, I notice that the manā€™s stubble seems to be disappearingā€¦ and his head hair growing as well, somehow ? It almost seems as if heā€™s becoming less masculine by the second, if it even makes any sense, even though nothing about this video actually makesanysense. If I didnā€™t know who supplied it to me, I would have said this was a fakeā€¦
As his pecs were shrinking, his arms were thinning, his waist narrowing and his legs slimming, his stance almost seemed to be relaxing further ā€“ if itā€™s even possible. I mean, I donā€™t know ! Itā€™s just the impression that Iā€™m getting ! As the last of his stubble vanishes, at least according to what I can see through the pixels, he almost seems to be getting cuter ? Whence more relaxed ? Fuck, this makes absolutely no sense whatsoeverā€¦
Oh. I know why I get this impression. Itā€™s not anymore weird or nonsensical, but at least in this context it seems to make senseā€¦ I think he also is losing height. Yes, actually. Height. Itā€™s almost as if someone took the textbook definition of a ā€œtwinkā€ and decided to impart its characteristic on this poor fellow ā€“ donā€™t ask me why I know what it is.
As I continue watching in horror, the womanā€™s voice says, gleefully :
ā€œEntzony as hen !ā€
How can they sound soā€¦ happy ? Happy to torture a man like this ? To, quite visibly, drain his muscles into those tanks that look more and more full ? It just goes beyond me ! Donā€™t get me wrong, Iā€™ve seen my fair share of horrible and unethical treatments, and a ton of unethical human experiments. But this by far takes the cake of the most disturbing thing I have ever seen ! Theyā€™re taking away what he is, his identity ! Him ! Thatā€™s the most cruel violation of human rights I have ever seen ! To gleefully disfigure someone like thatā€¦
The tanks have finished filling up, and the sound starts lowering in intensity. The man left looks only like a shadow of who he was. He still looks like himself, except devoid of anyā€¦ meat, may I say ? When the machine was well and truly turned off, the deep voice rejoiced, seemingly announcing the success of that terrible plot.
ā€œFĆæstyfuroll ! Oll fod havy kotzvong !ā€
Funnily enough, the first word made me think of ā€œfeast for allā€, which just feels wrong given the context. On that, they all seem to have left the premises, as a nurse came in and untethered the poor man from all the equipment, and taking with her the tanks filled of muscle juice.
I continued watching, hoping that I would get to see the young man wake up.
And wake up he did, looking around, before standing upā€¦ and immediately falling. Presumably due to him not expecting to be this skinny. He then looked at himself, and had an utterly horrified look in his eyes, as if he was processing the fact that he was irremediably different.
He crawled towards the wall, and using that, he climbed back to standing, managing to take a position so that he could be looking at the camera.
And on that, the video suddenly stopped, leaving me on this freeze frame :
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I absolutely donā€™t know what to do with that. Now I not only understand, but also feel how confused the secret services were by intercepting this message. It just seems wrong in so many ways, so much thatā€¦ it might not even have occurred on Earth for all I know ! The language is unknown, but familiar. The way to count time is disturbing, but otherwise identical to ours. The events depicted are of typical mad experimentation, but in a manner that is unthinkable in my knowledge of the world.
I donā€™t have the strength to view any of the other videos, since theyā€™re likely all the same amount of disturbing. So I close the laptop, and already starts asking myself the question I need to give an answer for my superiors :
Just what the hell are the Beatty files ?!
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keozrb Ā· 2 months ago
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Luma #14-A
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jzp-art Ā· 6 months ago
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grow 174
red sees a new bodybuilder at the gym. decides to give him a little preview on what hard work and dedication looks like, red has been messing with people with his abilities, now he knows how to add fat into his growth drain, he would at least in a green guy be the first to touch his new massive body
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warping-realities Ā· 2 years ago
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A Better Work Environment
Timothy couldn't help but smile at the last photo that Luke, his only source of torment at his job, posted on Instagram.
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Anyone could imagine that the cause of Timothy's suffering would be some kind of aggressive behavior by Luke towards his colleague. Not that he wasn't used to being bullied, when you are skinny as a stick, in addition to being a certified nerd, the teasing and aggression were just another part of the package. No, the problem wasn't that Luke was violent, on the contrary, he was an extremely friendly guy, even though his posts showing off at the gym conveyed a different information. Too friendly, was what Timothy would say.
The truth is that Luke didn't fit in, it was ironic for such a thought to come from someone like Timothy who for most of his life had been part of the outcast group. But it turns out that in that job, a tech startup, Timothy was just one of the guys, while Luke was the outsider. But since he was the brother of the wife of one of the founders, Timothy and his colleagues were forced to put up with his irritating presence.
Turns out it wasn't just the fact that he didn't fit in with the work environment, or the fact that he barely knew what he was doing, getting in the way of everyone else's work, or the fact that he couldn't even follow the dress code of the company, as simple as it was. How could someone not wear the same gray T-shirt every day? And on top of that, showing up to work in the sweaty tank top he wore to the gym! Worst off all, he stank!!! That masculine scent of virility that makes Timothyā€¦very irritable. But that still wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was the fact that the idiot had decided they were friends! Friends! How was that possible if they had nothing in common? Not that the big asshole cared, spouting off stories about his gym workouts,the basketball season, weekend outings with his equally limited friends, and the endless string of women he bedded... extremely infuriating!
But that ended today, if Timothy would be forced to live with Luke, then let be a version he could have an affinity with. It had taken a long time, but he had finally gotten his father to hand him the Reality Warper, an ancient artifact with the ability to reset everything about the person it applied its power to. That particular object had been in his family's possession for generations and could only be used once by one person to impose his will on another and on that person's reality. Timothy's father relented after realizing the truth. Behind all that anger, his son was clearly in love with the other man, although he didn't have the courage to admit it.
So, sitting on a bench in the company locker room, Timothy waited with a smile on his face for his prey to arrive.
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ā€¦.
Timothy smelled him, before he saw his arrival, male sweat mixed with spray deodorant, it was unmistakable.
ā€œHello, Lucasā€ he said, widening his smile when he saw his objective in front of him.
Completely inappropriately dressed in a bright blue tank top and sweatpants, not realizing that soon his entire reality would be reset, Luke smiled back.
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ā€œYo, Tim, my Bro, Whats Up?ā€ He responds by raising his arm to give a fist bump and inadvertentrly coming into contact with the small metallic disc that Timothy was holding in his hand.
ā€œWhat's going on, Lucas my dear, is that you and I are going to have a conversation, a life change conversation, I would say. Take off your shirt and sit down.ā€
Losing control of his body, Luke found himself forced to sit across from Timothy, the smile fading from his face.
ā€œTim, what's going ā€¦.? He started to say, quickly being interrupted.
ā€œHush, there is no need for you to speak.ā€
"Hmmm" mumbled Luke, his lips suddenly pressed together.
"Much better isn't it?" Timothy said, the smile on his face widening.
ā€œYou don't know how long I've waited for this moment Lucas. No more stupid conversations, no more dumb jokes, no more talk about women, no more inappropiete clothes , no more foul smell in the room!ā€
He concluded, releasing everything he had kept inside himself during all the time working with the other man. Placing the small metallic device at Luke's feet and thus starting an irreversible process. Quickly the small disk expanded surrounding him on all sides. Not knowing what to expect and praying for divine help that would never come, Luke closed his eyes.
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Timothy carefully observed the structure that formed around his colleague, a giant vault, almost like a metallic cocoon. With its front part restructuring as if it were made of some kind of liquid metal, before solidifying again, featuring the carved image of a bearded man on its surface. Which made him think that maybe the object wasn't an ancient relic but a very advanced piece of technology from somewhere else. While his mind wandered between the possibilities of alternative realities, time travel or ancient alien civilizations, the "cocoon" changed again, now showing the carved image of a beardless man with glasses.
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After a few more seconds, the surface of the structure became solid and smooth again, then the walls retracted as the reality warper returned to assume its unsuspected form. Thus revealing a completely different man in Luke's place. The toned physique revealed that this was someone who still exercised, but not someone who treated the gym as the most important thing in his life. The clean-shaven face and thick glasses combined with a shy smile gave off a dorky vibe, which was completed when the young man spoke in a nasal voice:
ā€œSorry, Timothy what did you say?ā€
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Timothy was speechless, before him was his ideal man!
ā€œTimothy? I'm sorry, but if you don't mind, I'd like to take a shower. I'm smelling bad after the gym, I hate that feelingā€ Said the new Luke taking off his glasses and getting ready to take a shower.
"Lucas?"
"Yes?"
"Before you take your shower, there's something I need you to do." Said Timothy approaching his colleague.
ā€œOf course, just ask.ā€
ā€œI want a kiss from my sweaty boyfriend.ā€ He said smiling.
ā€œBut I stink, I thought you were disgusted by it.ā€
"Right now I don't care, Lucas."
Smiling back at his boyfriend, Lucas walked over to Timothy and gave him a long, passionate kiss.
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ā€¦.
Timothy's life had completely changed. Lucas was a diligent co-worker with an engineering degree and advanced calculus skills, always completing his assignments with agility and even helping Timothy complete his on occasion. In addition the two spent their free time animatedly debating a wide variety of subjects, from expectations for the Doctor Who anniversary specials with the return of David Tennant and Russell T Davies, or whether Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 3 would be the last Marvel's movie with a soul, or what to expect from James Gunn's work ahead of DC films.
Timothy even allowed himself to be convinced to go to the gym with his boyfriend a few times a week and started a much more appropriate diet under Lucas's influence, which resulted in the gain of some muscles and a much healthier appearance. Not to mention their sexual activity, they might be a couple of nerds, but that didn't mean they were celibate, their neighbors would reveal just the opposite if anyone asked them.
Now they were both in line at the movie theater waiting to watch the new Indiana Jones movie. Timothy wearing a black T-shirt with a geek pun and Lucas the company's gray T-shirt.
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ā€œBabe, you could have at least put on another shirt.ā€ Timothy said to his boyfriend.
ā€œTimothy, you know our work is the most important thing in my life besides you. I wear this shirt everywhere with the utmost pride.ā€
Apparently some things not even a reality modifier device could completely change. Luke's love for the gym morphed into Lucas' love for his work. But Timothy would never complain about that, he got a fantastic boyfriend, a great co-worker and a much better work environment!
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maletransformationfixation Ā· 2 months ago
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Dave B does my fav' kinda muscle transformation an inverse one.
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sanzaibian Ā· 5 months ago
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I look at my watch, itā€™s already 3 PM. He is one hour late, although I feel that heā€™s not as much late as he is not coming.
I sigh, and go back to the locker room. I wanted to surprise him by waiting in the lobby shirtless, but after so much time loitering and being told off multiple times by the staff, I guess I must cut my losses. I knew that he wasnā€™t all that fussed about me wish for a second date in the gym, even if he seems to be a health nut, but still, ghosting me like that really hurtsā€¦
As I walk next to the mirrors in the locker room, I look at my body.
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Honestly, with a body like that, guys should be drooling and yearning to be my boyfriend ! Yet, when I go on Grindr to find dates, I can only find people who will take me for a quick fuck, and never agree to anything further alongā€¦ And this is why, no matter how fat my muscles are, how much hair is dusted on my body, how symmetric my face is, or justā€¦ how conventionally attractive to a gay audience I may be, I find myself waiting for a whole hour for a prince charming who will never come.
With a disappointed face, I walk towards my locker. By now, itā€™s no use to try and squeeze in an actual workout in addition to that whole hour full of variants of nothing ā€“ not that I really want to work out at all. However, as I reach my locker, I suddenly notice Ilham standing there in gym clothes, that he has presumably just put on.
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I guess you can call him a friend ? In the barest of sense ? We do talk sometimes, only the bare minimum, but heā€™s always the one who leads the conversationā€¦ Well, you canā€™t fault me heā€™s so ridiculously hot without even trying, it makes me feel self-conscious even when I look how I look ! And, as if on queue, he notices my gloomy expression, and immediately confronts me about it.
ā€œHey VĆ­tor ! Good workout ? Why do you look so sad like that ?ā€ He asks, way too energetic for the situation. - Ah, itā€™s nothing, I had a gym date, but I was ghostedā€¦ā€ I answer succinctly. I donā€™t want to dwell on it too much. - Ohā€¦ā€ I can almost see the gears turning in his head, as he tries to makes sense of what I say, before he gets it. ā€œOh ! Iā€™m so sorry, bro ! What a bitch to abandon you like this ! Ya know, I know a few girls I could hook you up with, Iā€™m sure they wouldnā€™t do that ! - Iā€™m sorry, girls wonā€™t do.ā€ I smile at his answer. ā€œOnce again, Iā€™m gay ! - Sorry bro, I forgot again ! I swear I can make up to you !ā€ He apologies.
Heā€™s Azerbaijani, and due to how homosexuality is seen over there, he has a really hard time conceiving of masculine gay people. But he tries, and thatā€™s by far the most important.
ā€œDonā€™t worry, donā€™t worry ! But I wonā€™t hold you up too much, especially since I already butchered my workout by waiting for him.ā€ I urge him, as I do want to come home sooner than later. - Oh, too badā€¦ then see you next time, bro ! Have a good afternoon ! - Have a good workout !ā€
He smiles to me while I wave him goodbye, visibly trying to empathize with me, before leaving the locker room in a small trot. This is how far our ā€œfriendshipā€ goes, just simple courtesy when we see each other in the gym, which isnā€™t often since I donā€™t have a lot of time to go in the first place, and nothing beyond. I could likely try to deepen our relationship, but I feel we donā€™t actually have much in common, since heā€™s much more of a social butterfly than Iā€™ll ever be, no matter how eager he may seem to get to know me, with all of these allusions of making me meet people or inviting me to parties.
Finally reaching my locker, I open it and find inside all my regular clothes, my phone and my other belongings, as expected. However, I also find a small piece of paper inside.
Curious, I examine it, and notice that there are actually stuff written on it. Handwritten. A secret message ? In the gym ? Thatā€™s weirdā€¦
It reads :
ā€œYou with no name and no house, do not forget who you are.ā€
I try to find a signature of any kind, but I do not find anything but thisā€¦ warning ? poem ? I donā€™t really know what itā€™s supposed to beā€¦
But whatever it is, it doesnā€™t seem to have much substance. I guess itā€™s not that important for me to take further notice of.
I stick the piece of paper inside my bag and take my clothes. Iā€™m happy to have thought of taking two sets of clothing, since with loitering this long in the lobby, the staff needs to see me leaving, even if it originally was in order to have something to wear for the after-workout date. So I change, I stock everything in my bag, and leave the gym, bidding farewell to the staff at the same time.
Once Iā€™m out of the gym, I look around to find somewhere secluded enough. I wouldnā€™t want to do anything in public, after all. So I walk around a bit, until I find a public bathhouse, in which I enter, since it is perfect for what Iā€™m about to do.
See, I have quite a big secretā€¦ or rather, you know the secret, but you donā€™t know why it is a secretā€¦
Suddenly, my muscles start mellowing out, my abs fading, while the rest seem to deflate. My pecs start retreating inside my body while my shoulders narrow, losing at the same time all the muscle mass making them fuse into my neck. My v-line disappears, my calves and my arms thin out, and Iā€™m losing mass all round. At the same time, the light dusting of hair on my torso starts thinning out, just like my big beard, losing loads of length until only a few short hairs on my lip and on my chin remain. My hair also grows wildly, covering my forehead in messy coiled hair, losing any order it may have had. And as both of these processes come to an end, I lose a few centimeters of height, while my face rearranges to become more square, my facial features arrange themselves in a less symmetrical way, until it all becomesā€¦ wellā€¦ not a modelā€™s face, just a normal guyā€™s face.
Here is the secret : the guy that was in the gym wasnā€™t the real VĆ­tor Nunes. This is the real VĆ­tor Nunes. Just a normal guy, a bit skinny-fat, a bit twinky, a bit nerdy, but most of all an unremarkable guy. And that normal unremarkable guy gets out of his big clothes to go into his small clothes, complete with jeans and a red t-shirt. When everything is secure, I go back out to the street to head to the cafe I go to every time after the gym.
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I think I owe you an explanation.
The way I look right now is the way I always looked ā€“ well, minus aging. However, one day, about a year ago if my memory serves me right, I suddenly gained the ability to transform. I still donā€™t know what caused it, but all of a sudden, when I concentrate, I can change my body to reflect what I have in mind.
Of course, Iā€™m gay, so my first instinct when I discovered this gift was to give myself big muscles, and so they magically grew. God, I loved it, it was so exciting to see my muscles swell in the mirror, itā€™s really a one-of-a-kind experience ! However, this is also when I learned of the limits of this power : itā€™s actually really uncomfortable to maintain another form for too long, especially when itā€™s quite far from my normal form. If you have that experience, itā€™s a bit like when you are in high heels, everything starts to become tricky to do (donā€™t ask me how I know that). Thatā€™s why when I tried to become a woman, it was so uncomfortable I could barely remain like that for a few seconds before I made my boobs go away. Therefore, while I have access to a very hot persona, I canā€™t maintain it forever, meaning itā€™s not actually that useful aside from some kind of party trick.
However, the temptation was always too strong.
I used to be a virgin, both in sex and in romance, and the dream of prince charming was a reoccurring one, especially for someone as lonely as I am. However, with this power, I could spend some time in another body, in a body in which I could look like god amongst men. And so, the VĆ­tor Nunes you saw, the one well-thought out to be as attractive for gay men as I could think of, was born. And itā€™s using his body that I lost my virginity in what could be its own sub-story.
But it never went beyond that, a quick one-night stand, even though I looked very hot and not very picky. I donā€™t even know what I am doing wrong ! Like, sure, when Iā€™m on dates, the other guy always wants to directly fuck, but still ! Suddenly, someone hails me.
ā€œHey ! VĆ­tor ! You hear me ?ā€
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Iā€™m jerked out of my thoughts, and quickly cobble an answer.
ā€œOh, erā€¦ hey, Satoshi ! Iā€¦ didnā€™t notice you here ! - Well, I noticed.ā€ He answers me, dryly.
Heā€™s always been quite dry with me, and I donā€™t know why. We go to the same university, and are in the same curriculum in writing, although most of our classes reflect our different paths throughout this degree. So we talked in the few classes we had in common, but nothing more, really. I guess heā€™s the closest person I could classify as a ā€œfriendā€, and even that is a stretch. Recently, though, heā€™s been acting quite weirdly. I know that heā€™s started attending the gym, and heā€™s also bleached his hair. I wonder if he is trying to impress someone or what...
ā€œWhat are you doing in this part of town ?ā€ He asks me. - Oh, Iā€¦ I was just at the gym, I want to be healthier, you seeā€¦ā€ I half-lie, hoping he will be convinced. - I seeā€¦ā€ He looks at me, squinting. He doesnā€™t seem convinced. ā€œWell, what matters is that you become the real you. Now, Iā€™m sorry, but I need to go. Bye.ā€
What ? What was he mumbling ? I look at him as he continues his way opposite to where Iā€™m heading. He seems to be in quite the hurry, I wonder where heā€™s headingā€¦ Recently, he hasnā€™t got a lot of time, I always find him almost avoiding talking to people, and always disappearing once class is dismissed. Is gym this much of a time-eater or does he also have something I donā€™t know of ? ā€¦ N-not that it interests me this much, of course, thatā€™s his own private life !
Ughā€¦ To save myself from my own thoughts, I enter the cafe and go at the back of the file. When Iā€™m finally at the counter, I go to order, before the woman behind the counter, Sandra, recognizes me. Iā€™m a regular at this cafe, after all.
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ā€œHey VĆ­tor, I didnā€™t expect you this early ! - Yeah, I had something to do with someone, but he never showed up.ā€ I once again lie by omission, though I admittedly give her a more accurate picture. - Oh, Iā€™m so sorry for you !ā€ She brings her hand on her mouth to empathize with me. Sheā€™s always been very expressive. ā€œBut speaking of people not showing up, Iā€™m guessing you want an americano, like usual ? - Yes ?ā€ I answer, unsure where sheā€™s heading with this. - Well thatā€™s great ! Because a kind soul actually bought you one !ā€
Smiling, she gives me an already prepared americano, to which a piece of paper is attached, that I take with a confused look.
ā€œAndā€¦ to whom I owe the honor ?ā€ In ask her. - Well, that person asked to remain anonymous ! But they told me that you should be able to piece together who they are thanks to this piece of paper I attached !ā€ She answers, radiating in glee. Yeah, she also loves drama. - Okayā€¦ well, give them my thanks if you see them, I guessā€¦ā€
I wave her goodbye and take place at an outside table. Another piece of paper ? It must be a coincidence, the consequences of it not being are way too scary for me to dwell on too much. Yet, when I read it, these consequences seem more and more like realityā€¦
ā€œFor you really have a beautiful self, especially when you show your true face.ā€
Itā€™s the same handwriting as the note I found at the gym ! Plus, when putting the two pieces of paper, it really does seem to be directly talking about my transformationsā€¦ But who is it, and what do they want from me ? How did they find out about my secret ? And why this suddenā€¦ flirty tone ?
I sigh, and quickly drink my coffee. Due to the fact that it has already been prepared, it means that itā€™s a bit colder than usual, meaning itā€™s easier to drink. Waitā€¦ if itā€™s barely colder than usualā€¦ does this mean that the one having ordered it was here barely a few minutes ago ? But if itā€™s so, then how could they have slipped another piece of paper inside my locker ?
The caffeine starts hitting my brain, making me mull over the facts and imagine who could be the one to deliver these notes. Whoever they are, they seem to know my routine, since they knew that I would go to this cafe after the gym. It means that itā€™s very likely someone I know, or at least someone whose face I have already seen. They also have been witness to one of my transformations somehow, so theyā€™ve likely hung out at the gymā€¦ or been one of my earlier dates perhaps ?
Everything is confusing, I just cannot find a way to make sense of all of that ! Andā€¦ what will happen now that my secret is revealed ? Am I suddenly going to become a lab rat, as my weird condition is revealed to all ? Am I going to have to perform weird or even illegal tasks to stave off outing of my power ? Am I going to be recruited by a criminal organization in order to perform heists as an unknown person ?
Looking at my empty cup, I understand Iā€™ve now gone too far in my thoughts. Iā€™m likely not going to be coerced by a criminal ringleader to commit crimes. Thatā€™s ridiculous.
I dispose of my cup and head home. Iā€™ve seen enough today, and I really need an actual break. So I take the bus, a few connecting ones until Iā€™m finally back where I live. Before entering, I quickly go to check if thereā€™s anything in the mailbox. And as if on queue, there is, some random account statements and other official stuffā€¦ and another of those papers.
They know where I live ! Now I can actually be scared ! For sure theyā€™re going to make me do crimes or intern me inside a research center, I know it ! Shaking, I take out the piece of paper, and read it. It is written with the same handwriting as the others, so it confirms the fact that they do know a lot about me, butā€¦ erā€¦ eh ? Here is what it says :
ā€œYou are always worthy of love, so never forget the above.ā€
Wait wait wait, from the beginning, the flirty was what it was all actually about ? It is a love declaration ? ā€¦ I guess it does rule out the criminal possibilityā€¦ So who could it be ?
Thinking about itā€¦ It canā€™t be Sandra at the cafe, her shift wouldnā€™t let her go in the gym when I was there, and she was the one saying that they bought the coffee and left me the message. It canā€™t be Satoshi, although he could have bought me coffee, he couldnā€™t put the message in my locker, since I didnā€™t see him entering the gym, and he was actually walking towards the gym when I saw him. Plus, heā€™s so dry with me Iā€™d think he hates me before Iā€™d think he loves me. It canā€™t be Ilham, although he could have put his message in my locker before I entered, heā€™s currently at the gym, so he couldnā€™t buy me coffee. Plus, to my knowledge, heā€™s straight, and heā€™s still learning English, so he couldnā€™t have written such a complicated ā€œpoemā€.
And I didnā€™t see anyone else during my little trip, so it could literally be anyone else !
But waitā€¦ looking back at the three pieces of paper, of the sequence they put togetherā€¦ it reminds me of somethingā€¦ I open my door and quickly make my way to my computer. I need to check something. To check a certain creative writing homework I had in first year.
And finding itā€¦ yes. I was correct. This is directly taken from it. The homework we did in duo back in first year of college. Itā€™s weirdā€¦ is itā€¦ really him ?
I close back up my computer, put down all of my stuff while continuing to mull over this revelation. But all of my thinking leads me to one conclusion and one only : I need to call him. So I take out my phone and do just that.
ā€œHello, VĆ­tor ? Why do you call me ?ā€ He asks, picking up almost immediately after me calling. - I just wanted to askā€¦ do you remember our creative homework, back in first year ? - Yeah, I do, of course I do. - Andā€¦ have you recently used it for anything ?ā€
I hear a sigh. Of course I was right.
ā€œSo you understood that it was me. I think we both have things to say to each other, so let us meet. - I guess we do.ā€
And so I go back out of my house, back to where it all started. Back to the gym. I walk for a bit, take a few buses, and when Iā€™ve finally arrived, none other than Satoshi was waiting for me in front of the gym.
ā€œHello again, Satoshi.ā€ I hail him. ā€œSo, you said we had to discuss ? - Yes. Let me be clear at first : I know that you have a muscular alter-ego that you can become. I donā€™t know why, or how, but I know you do. - Howā€¦ did you know ?ā€ I ask, a bit anxious, while he smiles at my question. - Well, you seeā€¦ since the beginning of the year, youā€™ve been quite absent, and it made me quite worried.ā€ He began recounting, feeling in his way of speaking way more personal and warm. ā€œHonestly, while at first I thought to myself that you can have your own life, and that I shouldnā€™t interfere with it, your presence started to feelā€¦ missing.ā€
Huh, I didnā€™t know that I turned him down this much when I discovered my power. I thought that everything was just going as usual, only talking while in public transports and allā€¦ Yeah, I guess since I started going to the gym to get hookups, I changed my route after class, meaning that it overlapped lessā€¦ I didnā€™t consider thatā€¦
ā€œSo, one day, I decided to follow you. Discreetly, of course, until you went to that gym. Iā€¦ I didnā€™t know why you would go in there, but following you, I saw you entering a changing roomā€¦ and out left a muscular man. It doesnā€™t take a genius to understand that it was you. - So this is how you understood that I had powersā€¦ - Yes. But this is not the end of my tale. Because I then thought of why I cared so much about you not being available. It wasnā€™t the first time someone would more or less abandon me out of the blue like that, but it was the first time I was this agitated. Especially because our relationship wasnā€™t that deep, all things considered. This lead me to the conclusion that Iā€¦ er... want to spend more time with you, and made me realize thatā€¦ in truthā€¦ erā€¦ā€ He blushes, suddenly trailing off and having a hard time to articulate clearly. ā€œThatā€¦ that Iā€™m in love with you.ā€
Although I expected it, I still blush. Heā€™s so straightforward ! Andā€¦ itā€™s so unexpected, all things considered ! I guess I still had in mind the possibility that he was just trying to hype me up, somehow ?
ā€œAnd what really angers me most,ā€ He continues ā€œis that you are overt there trying to be as ā€˜masculineā€™, as ā€˜beautifulā€™ or anything else to woo people, even though youā€™re already great the way you are ! And how you sabotage yourself by catering to this image of yourself you invented, going to the gym and allā€¦ā€
I donā€™t know what to say. I guess Iā€™ve been really focused in being as much of a gym rat as I could, else my cover would be ridiculousā€¦
ā€œIs it like that ?ā€ I can finally manage. ā€œThat people donā€™t bye the muscular self I have ? - No. I- I donā€™t think thatā€™s it. Itā€™s more that you do it too well, so they donā€™t see you as anything more than a gym rat. I guess it all feels wrong and not personal, because itā€™s not you ! Youā€™re forcing yourself to be someone youā€™re not ! B-butā€¦ since I have the privilege of knowing who you really areā€¦ I want to say that the real you is more. Itā€™s beautiful, and warrants loveā€¦ā€ He says, blushing even more. - H-how are you saying this with a straight faceā€¦ā€ I answer, smiling, while being swept by the wave of awkwardness he radiates. - Iā€™m notā€¦ But I really want to tell you what things really are. Because you deserve it.ā€ He takes a large inspiration. ā€œSo. Do you want to go out with me ?ā€
By now, I fully knew what was coming.
And I know my answer.
ā€œYes, I do.ā€
ā€œHey, Iā€™m home !ā€ I announce, coming back home.
However, I do not find any answer to my call, even though Satoshi is supposed to come to my house this evening. Heā€™s likely not there yet, Iā€™m sure taken by his work, meaning that itā€™s going to be at least a small while until he makes it here.
I smirk. I know what to do to him. He will hate that, but it will be way too fun an opportunity to pass up. So I go to my room, completely undress, and take out some of the special clothes I still have stashed in the corner of my cupboard. In particular, I take out a very big par of jeans, the kind that would usually never fit me.
Then, all of a sudden, I feel my muscles tense up. Theyā€™re pulsating, getting progressively bigger and bigger. My pecs are the most noticeable of all of them, rounding up and sagging down in big globes attached to my torso, but everything else gains in mass. My shoulders crack as theyā€™re pushing apart, muscles growing between them and my neck, and a light dusting of black hair starts appearing on them. They descend all over my body, on my torso, beneath my armpits, in my crotch, and on my legs. My crotch also embiggens, the hose hiding inside taking more and more place, while on the rear side my ass cheeks firm up, and gets bigger just like the pecs upstairs.
As it all happens, my face also itches, as the little hairs that are on it start growing, elongating my face at the same time. These hair grow all over my chin into a long beard, while on my lip they only grow denser. At the same time, my face rearranges to become more conventionally attractive, more symmetrical, and my hair starts shortening a bit, and becoming more well-kept.
As the last few details of my transformation arrange themselves, I put the large jeans on, not even bothering to put on underwear before that. Yup, thatā€™s very sexy alright, heā€™s gonna hate that ! And so my muscular self takes place in the living room, waiting for his beloved to come.
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Because this time, I know my prince charming will come.
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Hey ! A story (that was again hard to write) for the last few hours of Pride Month, if it's even still on in your part of the world ! ^^'
I hope we in the TF community can recognize all the colors of the rainbow and all the letters of the acronym, including bi (and similar identities) and trans people ! And I also hope that we can all help to build, each to our ability, a better and more tolerant world (especially in the face of the rise of hateful ideologies around the world, yes I'm quivering at the results of my elections ^^')
So yeah, happy pride, everyone !
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religion-is-a-mental-illness Ā· 5 months ago
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https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/26895269.2024.2353224
Effects of puberty suppression on bone, body composition, handgrip strength and glucolipid profile in early-pubertal transgender adolescents
Abstract
Introduction The effects of puberty suppression for more than 2ā€‰years before the start of gender-affirming hormones (GAH) on bone mass acquisition and body composition are understudied.
Materials and methods Retrospective study on 46 transgender adolescents (20 trans boys and 26 trans girls) receiving a gonadotropin-releasing hormone analogue (GnRHa) from Tanner stage 2-3, followed by GAH around the age of 16ā€‰years. At start of GnRHa and at start of GAH, dual-energy X-ray absorptiometry (DXA) at lumbar spine (LS), femoral neck (FN) and total body (TB), handgrip strength test and fasting blood sampling were performed. Z-scores were calculated using reference values for both cis girls and cis boys.
Results GnRHa were administered for a median of 3.2ā€‰years (Ā± 0.69) in trans boys and 2.7ā€‰years (Ā± 1.05) in trans girls. Bone mineral apparent density (BMAD)-LS Z-scores decreased significantly in both trans boys and trans girls, while BMAD-FN Z-scores decreased only in trans boys. Fat% and Fat Mass Index Z-scores significantly increased in both groups, while Lean Mass Index Z-scores significantly decreased. Handgrip strength Z-scores for the sex registered at birth (SRAB) remained stable in trans boys while they decreased in trans girls. There was no significant influence of the treatment on either insulin sensitivity or lipid profile.
Discussion GnRHa administration for more than two years during the physiological time of puberty decreases bone mass acquisition, mainly at the lumbar spine and induces a general increase in fat mass. Although lean mass acquisition is undermined in both groups, handgrip strength is affected mainly in trans girls compared with age-matched peers for the SRAB.
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keozrb Ā· 2 months ago
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Witch's Transformation EXTRA (part 2)
Some Extra AI Image from The Witch's Transformation that i didn't end up using
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cosmotheo Ā· 9 months ago
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Please Help Me Get Testosterone
Hi, I'm in pretty dire need of some help. I'm a 26 year old cis male, and I have had critically low Testosterone levels for years.
Since 2020, when I started dealing with my medical issues on my own, my doctors have told me I have very, VERY low testosterone. My levels range between 80 - 90 ngdl, which is about 1/4 of the bottom of average range. They aren't sure why, and all of the tests we've done have come back inconclusive. I don't have an adenoma, I'm not sterile, so I don't know what's going on. They want me to travel weekly to a town an hour away to get my shots, since it's the closest place that will take my insurance. Thing is, I don't have a car, and public transportation doesn't get me there early enough. My insurance won't cover the at-home injections, and without insurance it's hundreds of dollars, much more than I can afford.
It has been pretty bad since 2020, but within the last few months it's gotten so much worse. Several times a week I'll get debilitating muscle pains out of nowhere. I am constantly fatigued and out of energy, I put on weight like crazy, and sometimes even standing for too long hurts my whole body. I'm constantly weak and in pain, and I don't know how much longer I can do this.
Please, if you know of anything that can be done to help my situation out, let me know. My doctor has been incredibly ineffective in fighting for me, and I don't have the resources to do this on my own. Thank you in advance for any help you're able to provide.
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mandana-the-service-pup Ā· 2 years ago
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Monday will be my third attempt to try to get answers about my muscle loss. I donā€™t think these doctors understand how scary this is for me. Iā€™ve been thin all of my life but even at my lightest I didnā€™t have this much muscle loss. Maybe itā€™s just a mental thing but itā€™s happening so fast that I feel like Iā€™m watching it progress over the course of months. Iā€™m hoping this image comparison will be shocking enough to get them to take me seriously bc I truly donā€™t know what else I can say to get the point across.
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xanapus Ā· 1 year ago
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My time so far on Ozempic
Left 265lbs ā€“ Right 210lbs Ozempic. Where has this been for the last 25 years that Iā€™ve been heavy? So I started taking Ozempic on May 8, 2023. My doctor prescribed it in late April, but she prescribed Mounjaro, which the insurance wouldnā€™t cover, so finally she changed it to Ozempic in May and I started taking it the same day I got it. So far Iā€™ve lost 55lbs. I think this is such a smallā€¦
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familythings Ā· 2 months ago
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How to Slow Down Muscle Loss while Ageing
Research shows that after age 25, people experience a permanent loss of muscle tone of about 3-5 percent every decade. This decline can be concerning, especially as we age. However, this process can be slowed down and even reversed through proper nutrition and regular physical activity. Understanding Muscle Loss Muscle loss is a natural part of aging. As we get older, our bodies become lessā€¦
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lifechangingtips Ā· 2 months ago
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Understanding the Very-Low-Calorie Diet (VLCD): Is It Right for You?
Exploring the Basics of the Very-Low-Calorie Diet: Is It Your Ideal Weight Loss Solution? A Very-Low-Calorie Diet (VLCD) is an intensive weight loss program that involves consuming extremely low calories, typically around 800 or fewer calories per day. This diet is usually recommended for individuals with obesity or high health risks related to weight, and itā€™s often supervised by medicalā€¦
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projectbatman193 Ā· 6 months ago
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unfilteredrealities Ā· 7 months ago
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Today or tomorrow my new crutch gets delivered and I hope so much that that will give me back some stability in my life atm since I canā€™t trust my right leg anymore that it will safely keep me standing up šŸ„²
I decided Iā€™ll call my new crutch Froggie bcs the handle is green :3 but if you guys have any other suggestions that are better like idk something bad ass let me know!
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