Gym Membership, Part 5 (Multi TG RC)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for GWW1992

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.

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Part 5: The Calm Before the New Forms

The four new gym goers quickly forgot their grievances, the appeal of the New Life Gym sweeping over them, making their awareness of their changes somewhat drowsy. Of course, the magic could only go so far: Jack was very aware that he was getting thinner, just as Greg was aware on some level that he was shorter and a bit more tan. Jenna felt better than she had in years, and Rob was getting fit and slightly curvy in ways that were certainly unnatural. In this way, their understanding that something odd was happening still bubbled to the surface occasionally, but the reality of what was going on remained just so ever slightly out of reach. As a result, the New Life Gym employees continued to watch the changes unfold with excitement, especially Annabelle who made little ‘squeeing’ sounds to herself whenever she noticed further changes.

“I swear that, like, Rob is totally changing race.”

‘Duh,” Abigail remarked, the goth trainer rolling her eyes. “We’ve all discussed this, remember?”

“I know, but, like, he’s changing more and more! I know Greg is, like, going latina or something, but look how gorgeous and rich brown Rob’s getting! Is he becoming African? Asian?”

“I’d say Polynesian,” Nari remarked with her trademark beaming smile. “Look how curvy that body is getting. Used to be such a beanpole!”

It was then that Katherine interrupted with a ‘ahem, ahem.’ The three turned about from the desk, looking guilty.

“Don’t you girls have some actual work to do?”

Nari coughed. “Oh, I’ll just head off and help out Jack!”

“And I’ll, like, stick with Jenna. I really think she likes me despite being so gruff!”

There was a moment of amused silence: Jenna most certainly did not like Annabelle, this much was obvious, but the blonde bimbo type was as optimistic as ever.

“And I’ll go see Greg,” Abigail said, grinning in a vulpine manner.

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “Showing a particular interest in that one, Abby?”

The grin became positively wolfish. “Let’s just say that I’m going to enjoy letting a sexist wannabe alpha-male end up as the ultimate fitness chick.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Katherine said mysteriously, but then she walked off, leaving the three employees to seek out their respective individuals and watch over their training. 

***

Jack was doing sit ups. Actual sit ups. 

I’ve never been able to do sit ups, he thought to himself. Not in forever! I can’t remember the last time I even had the tummy space to do so!

It was a strangely empowering feeling. He wasn’t thin by any means, but it was almost like his obese fat had simply . . . melted away. The blubber that had made it practically impossible to do most things was now reduced enough to give him greater manoeuvrability, but not just that; he also had muscle there now, too. It wasn’t visible, of course, not like Greg’s well-defined abs or even Jenna’s increasingly fit middle, but it was massive progress for the man. Furthermore, the doughiness that remained seemed a bit more feminine in his eyes.

I know they’re just manboobs. Boobs. But they look and feel so much like the real thing. My nipples are bigger for whatever reason. And I’ve got areolas that I swear are getting wider each day, though it must just be my imagination.

More changes had been occurring. Jack’s skin was smoother, hairless, and people walking by on the street would in no way mistake him for being a man anymore if they were looking from behind, or even sometimes from the front. His face had altered a little: his nose was more cute, his eyebrows thicker and defined, and his jaw a little softer. His lips had thickened, but he’d also gained a larger smile. He was taking to smiling in the mirror more often, feeling good about himself, never once noticing that his teeth had straightened to perfection, and even whitened a little also.

It didn’t hurt that he had Jenna on his side too. She was doing her core day as well, but was working on the abdominal cruncher further away. The woman simply didn’t quite, and he admired her can-do attitude. Like Jack, she was getting younger and fitter, but also taller, shedding her short and frumpy appearance for that of an increasingly powerful woman. She just took that to mean that she felt powerful, finding her own fulfilment in herself now that she was living free of her husband and pursuing her own path. But this didn’t explain that her mannish features were looking a lot softer and more feminine, or that her frumpy building was starting down the road to something truly statuesque.

“You’re doing great, Jack!” she said between sets. “It is inspiring me to go even further!”

“You can do it, Jenna!” Jack replied. “You look great! No, seriously, you do!”

Jenna laughed. “I’m still the same doughy old woman, don’t you worry, but it’s true what they say; healthy living is healthy looking, and I feel a lot more healthy now!”

She got back to her sets, occasionally looking down at herself. Were her boobs bigger? Well, they’d always been sizeable, hadn’t they?

Yes, but they were sagging. They drooped. And he always criticised that. Now they’re looking pert. The word ‘ripe’ comes to mind. Imagine thinking of your own pair of breasts as fruit! Ah, but they are delicious.

Her thoughts were in Spanish, but there was a fire to them now, and it had extended to every aspect of her. She was pushing herself harder and faster and further than just about anyone.

It was this scene of the two working out that Nari and Annabelle entered into, the former beaming with pride at Jack, the latter utterly excitable over Jenna’s sheer will.

“Someone’s making real big progress!” 

Jack halted his sit ups, panting heavily. It caused his now-obvious chest to rise and fall, looking like solid B-cups. He ran a hand through his hair, which was still growing faster than expected, and realised that while he used to sweat continuously from everyday exertions, that was no longer the case. He was just a little damp in the hair, if that. 

“Hey Nari!” he said. “Um, yeah, I certainly feel like I’m making progress.”

God, it’s so hard to look at her, his thoughts churned. She’s so pretty. I wish I could look like that. I wish I could be a woman like her. 

Nari could practically sense that desire, and wanted to encourage it further. “You look like you’re getting closer and closer to that ideal body each day now, Jack. I can’t believe how much you’ve shed already, and I think you’re starting to get some definition in your arms too.”

She reached out and touched his arm, just briefly enough to encourage that desire to change more. Jack blushed a deep shade of red.

“Th-thanks, Nari. I don’t know if I’ll ever have my ideal body, though. I mean, I have this idea in my head . . . but it’s stupid.”

Why can’t I tell her? It’s not like she cares much or knows me well. She’d be the perfect person to be honest with and face zero repercussions!

Normally, Jack wouldn’t have had the courage. He would have clamped his mouth shut and made some excuse and probably wandered off. But a mix of knew confidence in his changing body, the power of the New Life Gym, as well as the presence of his three new friends further away in the gym gave him the determination to finally get it off his expanding chest.

“I’m . . . I’m trans,” he said, the words loud enough that Jenna heard and took notice, before returning to her workout so as not to eavesdrop. 

“Really?” Nari said, her voice only sounding a little surprised. “I mean, I didn’t know that about you, Jack. Did you want to talk about it?”

Jack scratched his longer hair. There was a strange pressure in his hips and crotch but he avoided thinking about it for now.

“I wouldn’t want to burden you,” he said. “I’m sorry, you’re a worker here. I don’t want to trap you in conversation.”

“Hey, it’s okay” she said, grinning broadly and lowering herself down to his side. Her face was so unbelievably pretty, especially in Jack’s eyes. “I might understand far more than you think. Does this mean you’re transitioning?”

Jack shook his head. “No. I mean, I’d love to, but it also scares the heck out of me. I don’t like surgery, and I’ve had bad reactions to medication in the past. I don’t know why, but you’re the first person I’ve actually told about this. I guess I just never believed I could do even that until I got the confidence this gym gives me.”

“Hey man, it’s all your confidence. You’re doing swell, and I’ve got to be honest, I can see a bit of woman in you.”

Jack raised his increasingly feminine eyebrows. “You - you do?”

“Oh yeah! I’m not even kidding! You’ve got lovely eyes and eyelashes for one, and you’ve got really nice skin - I know that sounds weird to a dude, but for a woman it means a lot; I have girlfriends who would kill for your complexion, and those cute freckles of yours.”

Jack blushed. God, she’s wonderful.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you a lot.”

“Any time!” Nari exclaimed, perky and happy as ever. “And hey, don’t give up on that dream of becoming your ideal self, okay? You never know, you might just reach that dream sooner and more wondrously than you could ever imagine.”

With that, she gave a wink, and proceeded to do her rounds across the gym. She kept an eye on Jack though, who returned to his situps with even greater enthusiasm. His gut looked just a little smaller, his features a little softer, and perhaps it was both of their imagination, but his hips were starting to gain quite the womanly shape.

Jenna, meanwhile, was trying very desperately to put up with the excitable Annabelle Kind, who was being true to her namesake, but in an irritatingly bubbly way.

God, give me strength. I know she’s not a bad person. I know she obviously knows her stuff when it comes to working out; she’s far more fit and athletic than me, after all! But does she have to speak like that? Does she have to be so chatty?

The answer, of course, was yes. Jenna had no way of knowing yet that the bubbly, bimbo-ish buxom bombshell that was Annabelle had once been the jockiest jock imaginable. Annabelle herself could hardly remember what that life had been like, only that she loved her new form so much more, big chest included. 

“Oh my God, you are like, changing so much! I really do think that you are gonna be totes hot as by the time you’re finished with all of this, Jen.”

“Don’t call m-me J-Jen!” Jenna grunted, continuing her painful ab crunches. “Just J-Jenna. Or M-Mrs Garcia. I suppose it’s M-Miss now!”

Annabelle gasped. “Oh no! Did something happen? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, like, stick my beak in it or anything!”

Jenna sighed as she finished her set. She ran her fingers over her stomach, and was surprised to feel actual muscle there. The flabbiness was almost entirely gone. Hell, even her thighs were looking more sleek, with impressive muscle upon them. She felt more alive than she had in years, despite what Annabelle had reminded her of.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she said, forgetting her frustration for a moment. “My husband left me. It’s just myself and the cats now. He left me for a younger, better looking woman of course.”

Annabelle huffed, her big blue eyes wide and her face contorted into a mix of shock, disbelief, and something like righteous fury.

“NO! No way! I just refuse to believe that!”

Jenna chuckled. “I don’t think it’s that unbelievable. I’m a frumpy older woman who always got made fun of for looking like a man. My Mama even mocked me for it; she called me her ‘little Juan’ from time to time.”

“Nonsense! You’re, like, a total catch, Jen!”

“Jenna.”

“And any man that leaves you is, like, the dopiest moron ever! This is like when I got dumped by Brad Emmerson for being, like, a bit of a valley girl or whatever. You know what I did after I had a really big cry and waaaay too much ice cream?”

Jenna raised her eyebrow further, almost curious. “What did you do, Annabelle?”

The blonde grinned from ear to ear. “I went to the gym, mastered the stairmaster, and then I went out on the town in my cutest blue dress - it totes matches my eyes even though I know pink is, like, my best colour - and landed a much hotter guy.”

“I doubt I’ll be doing that anytime soon.”

“Not with that attitude! You totally undersell yourself, Jen-”

“Jenna.”

“- because you are totally a hottie. You’re an absolute boss who isn’t afraid to tell it like it is or go the extra mile to get your own way. You’re changing each day for the better, and we can all see that you’re making real progress and losing weight and making super heaps of muscle. You’re a total ten by my standards, and if your hubbie left you then it’s too bad for him, not you, because he wasn’t worthy of you and stuff!”

Jenna was briefly gobsmacked. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish, her thoughts racing. She really does believe that, it’s not some pitch or sale or even an overly optimistic naivete born from her stupidity. She really, fully looks at me and thinks I could land any man. She means all those nice things.

The older woman - thought she looked to be in her mid-thirties now instead of in her forties - shook her head, smirking a little to herself. 

“Annabelle, I think it is I who have oversold you,” she said slowly. “And for that I am sorry. Would you like to help me plan an even better workout? I have no doubt you know far more than even my intensive research on the subject.”

Annabelle actually squealed.

So, not quite the bimbo, Jenna thought, chuckling a little. She really is quite sweet. Makes me want to work even harder for a better body, and with a woman like this cheering me on, how can I fail?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the gym, Abigail was having fun with Greg. The tough-muscled and tall alpha male hadn’t noticed how distinctly un-male his body was looking, especially when it came to the lack of body hair, the slight bumps upon his chest, and the general androgyny of his face. It was compounded by the tanning of his skin and the growing length of his darkening hair. He was changing race, much as others such as Nari had at the gym, though only Abigail and the other employees could see it.

“Oh,” Greg said. “It’s you.”

Abigail smirked. “Oh yes, it’s me. Just doing my rounds as a good employee. I hope I don’t bother you by setting up a camera, now?”

Greg swallowed his pride. “Of course not. You set the rules, after all.”

He was already aching across his body from doing so many deadlifts, he didn’t want a sore ego once more as well. And there was also the fact that, as much as he had tried to chew her out before, he couldn’t deny that Abigail was indeed very, very hot. He didn’t exactly go for goth chicks usually, but something about the way her pale skin was accentuated by her dark black and purple makeup, as well as her overall dynamite figure - her prominent chest in her tight sports bra most of all - meant that he was having a hard time getting out of her head.

Jesus, I’m even trying to push myself to the limit in some dumb attempt to show off. Like it wasn’t bad enough getting my pride kicked by a girl, and an alternative chick type at that.

“Good to hear. I’ll be doing some push ups on the mat. You keep doing your dead lifts, big boy. I’m looking forward to seeing how you change. I’ll just be here, checking your form occasionally.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Haze the guy who tried to enforce a rule, I get it.”

She just shrugged, sighed, then stretched in an exaggerated manner that showed off her chest. 

“Glad to see we’re on the same page.”

She got down to exercising, and soon Greg’s form suffered. He wanted to make his body as built and huge as possible, to become as ripped as a total alpha male could be. It was just . . . difficult in the presence of someone like Abigail, especially since she kept throwing teasing smiles his way and complimenting odd parts of his body. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not either, just that the comments she made seemed genuine yet at the same time were focused on things no guy really wanted to be compliments about.

“Nice glutes there, by the way. Hope you don’t mind me noticing, but they’re looking nice and rounded lately. Same as that chest of yours. Very prominent.”

“Uh, thanks.”

They continued to exercise, but a new comment arose.

“You’re certainly pushing yourself, Greg. Your skin is getting all reflective from the sweat - maybe dial it back a bit, honey? You’ve already got a figure most girls would be jealous of.”

Greg winced. Does she know something? I had that dream again last night, about being a woman. It was ridiculous, of course. Just because I have those dreams on and off from time to time doesn’t mean I’d ever want to be a woman. It’s just some dumb nightmare I can’t escape from. A nightmare that feels kinda . . . nice from time to time. But it’s just my fucking imagination!

Nevertheless, when Abigail commented on how ‘luscious’ and ‘vibrant’ his longer hair was, he found himself smiling in gratitude, despite his internal embarrassment. The same was true of when she talked about how ‘trim’ and ‘lithe’ he was looking. The fact that she mentioned she wished she had ‘cheekbones like yours’ only puffed up his ego more. He just wished it was his male one.

Abigail knew what she was doing, however. Greg was already looking quite feminised, but she wanted to see him flourish into full womanhood, and she knew from experience that getting gym goers to actively grapple with their changes, even obliquely, had a way of speeding them up. Besides, he really was looking quite cute, especially with the strong, defiant, yet increasingly female appearance of his face.

“You’ve got good form,” Greg said, bumping her from her thoughts.

“What was that?”

“I said - ugh - you’ve got good form. Just thought I should mention it.”

“I know what I’m doing,” she said, but he quickly put up his hands.

“I meant it purely as a compliment. Clearly I got off on the wrong foot last week. Just saying . . . good form.”

Abigail actually blushed, just a little.

“Well, not too bad yourself,” she said. “I’ll go see how your other friend is doing.”

Rob was doing quite well, in fact. He had always been a bit of a slacker, a bit of a stoner. But ever since his girlfriend had left him and his roommates made fun of him, his determination to be less of a beanpole had only grown more fierce. For him it was arm day, and he was on his back on the bench press, pushing more weight than he ever had before. Abigail was surprised to see his ferocity, especially since he was normally such a laid back kind of guy, but then again, the New Life Gym had a habit of bringing out the hidden emotions in someone as much as their hidden ideal self.

“Can I spot you?” she asked.

“Y-yes please!” Rob grunted, voice sounding simultaneously lower than usual and somehow more feminine at the same time, as if it were veering towards a powerful contralto. “I was going to have to rack soon, but I kinda want to push the limit today. Can’t say why.”

“Maybe it’s just the magic of the gym,” Abigail said.

“Maybe!” Rob replied, hefting the weight. His muscles burned, but it was a good burn. The soreness was present in the rest of his body as well, extending not just to his arms but his pectoral muscles, which had swollen considerably and still getting bigger, and his stomach and hips. His hunger was growing, and he knew he’d need more than just a protein shake soon. Still, he pushed a little further, feeling some kind of urge. He had no way of knowing that this was the gym’s energy coursing through him, increasing the changes. As he grunted, his nipples bloomed just that little bit bigger and darker. It was undeniable that of everyone, Rob was changing the most. He was already considerably shorter, and his waist and general body had expanded a little. He wasn’t getting fat - far from it! - but it wasn’t just muscle he was packing on either. His body was gaining a softness as a woman’s subcutaneous fat settled in, marking his hips and buttocks particularly, and also his chest.

“How are you feeling?” Abigail asked when he finally racked the weights, his body having swelled right before her eyes - his breasts a tetch more sizable, his hips a little wider, his face that bit more beautiful.

“I feel . . . I feel amazing,” Rob said. “A bit shorter, though. Is that weird? I’m not shorter, am I?”

Abigail shrugged. “You’re only as short as you feel.”

“And I feel a bit tan, too. Hell, my skin is olive now! I swear I’m getting darker, and these boobs of mine . . . I never had boobs before . . . is this normal for a gym workout?”

He had full B-cups by that point, and they were still obviously growing. 

“That depends, do you want them gone? Are you worried?”

Rob tried to push his mind through the arcane haze, but simply couldn’t. The ‘rightness’ of his changing body overrode any potential anxiety.

“I guess not. Still, I look a lot better than before, right?”

“Much better! Check out your face - you’d be surprised how much the New Life Gym changes you there, too.”

She left Rob to contemplate his situation, hoping that it would continue the change. Annabelle was particularly keen to see a race change, and frankly so was she. They weren’t as common, and yet it now looked like they were getting not only four changes in one group, but two would-be women who would have quite the cultural alteration!

Rob considered this at that very moment. He checked himself out in the walled mirror of the gym, a little surprised by the features that were reflected back at him. For one, his brown hair was now jet black, and he couldn’t remember dyeing it like that. For two, his skin was definitely olive in tone, and it was rapidly approaching the rich brown of a Polynesian beauty. This was matched by his facial features, which had developed much thicker lips, ones that had turned browner also. His eyes had also changed without him even realising: they were much more almond shaped now, and his irises had clearly shifted to a dark, dark brown. With his prominent dark eyelashes and thick but well-defined eyebrows, it would be very, very easy to mistake the figure in the mirror for an Asian woman. Such an impression was only made more potent by the changes to his body: his figure was shorter and thicker, though Rob perhaps would have described it as ‘thicc’ with the two C’s. That was because his thighs had swelled impressively, taking on lovely and appealing curves, and his hips and rear had expanded considerably. His chest contained the bumps of someone who clearly had breasts - not just manboobs, but breasts - and combined with the fact that the member between his legs felt smaller than ever only made his jaw drop.

“Oh, um, this is a bit much, isn’t it?” he said to himself, his voice sounding a little alien to his ears. “This can’t be just the gym, right? I mean . . . I mean that the guys back at the apartment will be damn jealous of my figure. Ha! Serves ‘em right for thinking this chick couldn’t start looking good. I mean, this man. Soon I’ll have them in the palm of my hand.”

He wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it sounded good. 

And I do feel good, he mused to himself, even his inner thoughts now having a feminine touch to their ‘voice.’ Really good. I think I might go a little overtime. Make these nice biceps even more obvious. Besides, I could stand to be a bit shorter. That’s a normal part of a gym bod, surely?

***

By the time the four left, it was necessary to grab some afternoon lunch. Once more they decided to grab a bite to eat at Sweetum Eatums. By this point all of them had changed further, though this time they were far less aware of their transformations, apart from a vague awareness that things were quite different about their bodies.

“I can’t describe it,” Jack said, voice a little raspy now, but on the feminine side. He ran his fingers through his darkening hair, which was clearly turning black. “I just feel better than ever, like I finally . . . belong in my body. Or at least I’m starting too.”

Jenna placed a hand on his, having overheard his confession to Nari.

“That’s so good to hear, Jack. But if you were to . . . change further, to be your ideal self, we would all support you here.”

Jack gulped. “Well, I suppose I could change a bit more. I mean, if I am to be honest . . .  I want to be a woman.”

Rob raised his eyebrows. “Far out, I had no idea! If it’s any consolation, you look quite lady-like, in a manner of speaking. I could have sworn your jaw has gotten, I don’t know, more feminine or whatever.”

“The makeup too,” Greg said idly. He couldn’t understand why any self-respecting man would want to be a woman - it’s just weird dreams and fantasies, after all, he thought to himself.

“I’m not wearing makeup!”

“Huh, I guess you just got womanly lips or whatever.”

“Well, how are you feeling Greg?” Jenna asked, looking him up and down. “Are you making the muscular gains you wanted?”

Greg frowned. “Still not exactly. It’s the weirdest damn thing though; the harder I try it’s like the more I shed. I don’t know, maybe I need to, like, start looking for other methods. I’ve heard good things about some compounds, and there’s always, like, implants.”

He hadn’t even noticed that he’d started peppering his speeches with ‘like’ occasionally.

“I wouldn’t go that far yet,” Jenna said. “I mean, look at me! I look and feel ten years younger! Not only am I getting stronger, but I feel so much healthier: I’m standing taller and prouder than before.”

“You look ten years younger too,” Rob said, grinning in her direction. “No offence, but you barely look like the same person as before, Mrs Garcia.”

“Please, I prefer Jenna. Or . . . Jen.”

Jen. I always hated that, or was it just because my husband called me that? It sounds much better to my ears now.

She settled herself a little, enjoying the company.

“I’d say we should give a toast to ourselves,” she declared. “May we all have the body we are destined to have!”

The others raised their glasses, and Greg reluctantly joined in, even if his failure to get hugely musclebound was nagging at him.

“Here, here!” cried Jack, louder than the others. 

Something told him he was getting exactly the body he wanted and needed, somehow. 

In fact, he thought, with just a moment’s realisation at how much they had all changed. I think we all are. Even Greg and Rob.

But then that epiphany passed, and the four friends began to settle down to eat and enjoy each other’s company once more. Rob complained of his work, and how the guys there were treating him differently, while Greg’s mind wandered - oddly - to whether he might need a wardrobe change. Jenna was considering the dating life, which brought a bit of discussion of when Jack would attempt to find someone. He managed to drag the conversation to video games, boring Jenna and Greg immediately but engaging Rob, but somehow Jenna managed to wrangle it all around again by asking Greg when he was going to ask out that ‘gorgeous goth girl’ working at the New Life Gym. At that, the man blushed a little - something he didn’t ordinarily do - and was promptly saved by the arrival of food.

Weirdly, they were all quite hungry. If a member of the gym was present, they wouldn’t find this strange, however.

 Transformees always got very hungry right before a big, big set of changes. That was just how these things went.

To Be Continued . . .