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Gym Membership, Part 8 (Multi TG RC)
🕑 Added 2025-01-20 21:05:54 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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New Life Gym isn’t all that it appears to be, as Jack, Rob, Jenna, and Greg are about to find out. These unrelated persons are all trying to better themselves during the less busy hours, but the changes that slowly occur to their bodies aren’t entirely what they expected, not that they entirely notice what’s happening. As the four of them change gender and appearance, the employees of the gym, once transformed themselves, watch on in amusement, knowing that a New Life awaits the customers this gym has chosen to bless.
Part 8: Coming to Terms
Jenna giggled. She took another hit of the joint, then giggled again.
“This is seriously good shit,” the de-aged woman said. “What were we just talking about?”
“Tits,” Rob answered, though ‘Rob’ didn’t quite work anymore. Having a female body certainly will do that to oneself, especially when one’s mind has also been altered.
Jenna giggled. It was a lighter sound than she was used to, far less raspy. She liked it. “Oh, that’s right. Tits. Mine are so big!”
She cupped them, pushing them up in her dress and displaying her cleavage even more prominently.
“Like big fucking cantaloupes,” Rob said, doing the same to her own tits. “Big ripe fruit. Holy shit. Past me the joint, I need another hit.”
Jenna passed it over, and Rob inhaled deeply.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck, thank God for weed.”
“Thank God for that dealer.”
“My dealer. He knows his shit.”
“Gave us a discount too, gracias,” Jenna said, smiling. “I never get discounts. I get anti-discounts because I am not a hot chica. Now look at me!”
She flexed her muscles, only to nearly topple out of her seat on the couch. Rob laughed, then laughed some more, and Jenna was soon laughing too.
“Why are we laughing?”
Rob was crying by this point. “Because this is insane! We both turned into women!”
“Hey! I was already a woman before!”
“But you’re, well, a hot one now. And so am I. I’m, like, Asian or something.”
“Polynesian, I think. Or Oceanian? I would know but this stuff is potent. Dios mio, it smells.”
“Smells good,” Rob replied. “Like you.”
They laughed again as he edged closer. Rob slumped her head against Jenna.
“Don’t get all flirty again, Rob - Roberta? Roberlina?”
“Ew, no. I hate those. And why can’t I get flirty? You’re not an older lady anymore, right?”
It took Jenna an abnormally long time to puzzle that out. She hadn’t smoked pot since she was a young woman.
But aren’t I a young woman again now, she thought smugly.
“That’s . . . true. But I’m not a lesbian.”
“We were making out hardcoooooore.”
“Oh, right.” She giggled again. “That was ‘awesome’, as you would put it.”
“Yeah, awesome. Have you got a vagina yet?”
She snickered. “I always had a vagina, stupido.”
“Oh, right. Uh, do I have a vagina yet?”
“I don’t know, do you?”
Rob shook her head. “No. I think I’m, like, one change away from being a total babe, man.”
They laughed together.
“Babe.”
“Man.”
That would be pretty rad, Rob thought. Total babe. Hot Polynesian chick. Nice curves. Looking all sexy and strong. Yeah, I could get behind that. Leave my dumb roommates in the dust, man. Probably get way better tips at work, especially with this sweet big ass of mine.
The two continued to chuckle, occasionally roaming their hands over their own bodies, right down to even comparing bust size (Rob wasn’t far from overtaking Jenna, much to the new woman’s own smugness). The weed was a big help in letting them deal with their crazy situation: once the two had returned to Jenna’s place they had begun to freak out, finally able to truly express the bizarreness of their situation. They’d even stripped down to examine their features, and the weirdest thing had been the strange pride that had come over Jenna, and even Rob, at their new forms. It had been so wrong, and yet so damn right at the same time.
This didn’t stop it from being the freakiest thing either could imagine. They could finally remember changing across the previous weeks, and were horrified to realise they had freaked out then only to forget. Now, they weren’t forgetting, even though part of them wished they had. Their passion had unleashed the greatest changes yet, and both were cognisant of the fact that they had let the changes that followed ‘in,’ so to speak. They had wanted the changes, and this knowledge haunted them, especially Rob, who had changed not only sex but race as well.
Which, of course, had led to his brilliant solution. It was the same solution that had carried him through his failed college courses, his failed relationships, and his not-failed but certainly dead end job: some damn good pot, and a lot of it. It had, perhaps surprisingly for the usually stiff and formal Jenna Garcia, been a magnificent help. She wasn’t even stressed anymore, and everything seemed simultaneously calm and hilarious.
“It’s definitely not a dream, then,” Jenna remarked.
“Yeah, we totally made out. Hardcore-like.”
“I meant the transformation, silly.”
“Yeah, these tits are real, and super sensitive. Want to play with them? We could make out again?”
They laughed together for the umpteenth time, only to pause, look into each other’s eyes, and begin to slowly make out. Both could feel that energy, that desire to change even further. The sensation of their breasts pressing against one another, nipples rubbing against the material of their clothing. Rob could feel the miniscule remains of her penis harden.
Kinda wish it was a pussy right now. That would be so damn hot.
Their clumsy, pothead makeout session was interrupted by a series of knocks at the door.
“Did we order pizza?” Jenna asked.
“Yeah, like a ton. But I don’t think that’s pizza.”
It was Jack, who had been very worried about her friends, and shocked to learn that they had changed as well. When Jenna opened the door of her home her eyes widened slowly.
“Wow,” she said, eyes red from lighting up one too many times. “There’s no way you’re the pizza delivery guy.”
“It’s me, Jack! I guess I’m Jacqueline now. I got your messages and came as soon as I could drop my sister off. I changed too. I’m different, I know. Wait, this is Jenna’s house, right? You are Jenna.”
Jenna blinked. “I think so? Dios mio, I don’t even know anymore. I have Rob here, but she’s a brown girl now, very pretty, nice big tetas. Nice culo too. Great lips.”
Jack was more than confused. The new woman was dressed in a casual black tee and pants, ones she had borrowed from her sister to fit in. They were surprisingly snug and comfortable on her muscled form, and part of her muscular midriff was shown off.
Damn, things have really changed here too. Jenna looks . . . very good. But I don’t think I’m attracted to women anymore . . . huh. Wait, what’s that smell?
She sniffed the air a few times.
“Hang on, are you smoking weed in here? Rob, is that your doing!?”
“Guilty!” came a husky, yet undeniably womanly voice.
“Can I come in?”
Jenna welcomed the new woman in, taking a few seconds longer to process what had been asked. Jack entered the main room and was astonished to see Rob was now a clearly Polynesian woman with beautifully thick curves. It would have been a pretty sight, but Rob had turned it into a bawdy, because she was currently playing with her tits and giggling.
“Rob!”
“Oh, sorry! Didn’t see you there . . . um, do I know you?”
“It’s Jack!”
“No way! You too? Damn, you turned out built. I mean, I’m damn fit as a hot Asian chick, and Jenna’s muscled as, but you could give her a run for her money.”
Jack wasn’t sure. She and Jenna both looked like they were packing, though Jenna was clearly stronger in the arms and shoulders while she was more in the abs and thighs. Certainly, the formerly frumpy woman now had a very impressive rack.
All three of us have changed. Does that mean-
“Do you think Greg has changed too?” she asked.
The other two shrugged.
“No idea,” Rob said. “He’s not answering. But I’m betting yes. I think he was changing. We were all changing the whole time.”
“But why?” Jenna said, flopping into the couch. “I’m not complaining. I’m a total bombshell now. A real hot chica. But why? And how can I make Steven know so I can throw it in his stupid face?”
Jack mused. The pair in front of him were clearly a bit tipsy and high.
And are they looking at each other funny, or is it just me?
“Something we ate at Sweetum Eatums, maybe?” she said, trying to get their attention and stop Jenna from stroking Rob’s soft thigh.
“Mhmmm . . . food.”
“Need those pizzas!”
Jack sighed. This was going nowhere. It was a blessing for her, but what of these two? They didn’t seem distraught, but didn’t seem all there either. She was about to raise the possibility of an investigation when the doorbell rang again, then again several more times, followed by some hurried knocking.
“Maybe that’s-”
“PIZZA!” Jenna and Rob cried. They got off of the couch immediately, though Jenna flopped straight into a beanbag and flailed about pathetically. Rob instead made it to the door, stumbling a little as he opened it.
On the other side was Greg and Abigail, the former looking awkward and ill-fitting in her loose male clothing, the latter her regular hot pale-skinned self, though a look of guilt was written across her features.
“Wait, that’s not pizza,” Rob said. “If it’s not here in ten minutes I get it for free. I think.”
“Like, who are you?” Greg said.
“I don’t know anymore! Who are you?”
“I’m Greg!”
“And I’m Rob!”
The two stared.
“Holy shit,” they said as one.
Rob gaped. “You too? Greg, you’re like a hot fitness model or something.”
“And you changed too!”
“I didn’t get an accent though!”
“But you did, like, get hot boobs.”
“Me? You’re bod looks pretty fantastic. Maybe it’s the weed talking but can I see more of it.”
It was Abigail that had to break this confused conversation up.
“Look, are the others in here? I’ve come to explain what’s happening.”
Rob blinked. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Come on in. We’re all going a little stir-crazy.” But then he burst out with joy, jumping in the air, much to Abigail’s confusion.
“Pizza’s here!” she declared.
Good, Greg thought. Cause I, like, think this is gonna take a while. She exchanged an amused smirk with Abigail, and then the two entered together.
***
It took a longer amount of time for Abigail to explain the nature of the New Life Gym and its history than even she expected. For one, the pizza was damn delicious, and everyone including her was quite peckish, but especially the two stoners in the room. For two, there were a couple of stoners in the room. Jack had hidden away the stash and put out the joint they were sharing, which meant they were slowly coming out of it, but a lot of information had to be repeated twice. For Greg, this was the second time around hearing it, so she asked extra questions, particularly as they related to herself.
“Wait, so this gym has always had, like, magic properties, but it mainly changes people in sex? Or, like, race too?”
“Sex is common but not always. We think - I mean, our boss Katherine thinks - that it has a particular, um, sympathy for people born to the wrong sex. It also might be a bit mischievous, so it changes people in race sometimes too. I used to be dark as night, I swear. Took me a while to get used to being a pale chick, but I came around. In fact, I rather think I pull off the look, plus I have the whole goth vibe, which I’ve taken to like a fish in water.”
“But, like, we’re stuck like this,” Greg added, gesturing to herself. “At least, I think we are, right?”
The others leaned in, all eager to hear, especially Jack, who was practically biting her elongated fingernails in agitation, terrified that this blessing might only be permanent.
“Yes,” Abigail said, getting relief from a few members present, though not all, “and no. The New Life Gym - or whatever name it has at any given age - brings forth change in clothes, crafting their unknown ideal body that always lurked in the back of their minds; at least as far as we can tell. But the magic requires reciprocity-”
“What now?” Greg said. She’d never been the most literate type, but her new self was a little more . . . bimbo-like, than her previous self. Perky and wild, but not the greatest when it came to vocabulary or complex concepts.
“She means that we need to want it to finish the change and make it final,” Jack said, turning to Abigail. “Right?”
The goth woman nodded. “Exactly. All of you changed as a result of the gym, and it did so secretly, but at times you were aware. Sometimes you fought it, other times you willingly forgot again. But the final step of the change requires just that; a willing step. You have to want to complete the transformation, otherwise it will slowly revert.”
Silence followed as everyone considered this. It was only broken when Rob giggled. The new brown-skinned beauty was playing with her large breasts again.
“Stop it!” Jenna said, though she couldn’t help but snort herself as well. “This is serious. I don’t know if I want to be . . . like this. I mean, it’s nice and all, and I feel strong, but strength was never an issue for me. I wasn’t attractive, but I owned that about myself. I don’t know that becoming some young, muscular beauty is for me.”
Rob placed a soft hand on the other woman’s thigh.
I guess I feel similarly, she thought to herself. Is this who I want to be?
To Be Continued . . .
