Gym Membership, Part 4 (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 4: Brunch

It was another week before the four of them started to come together to form something of a group outside the gym. Their bodies had continued to advance in their changes during this time, slowly but implacable becoming more fit, but also more feminine. Jenna was very pleased with how she looked, though occasionally she wondered just how she’d managed to grow in height, or how her jawline had been fixed, or even how her tummy fat had reduced so quickly. Jack was just as mystified at his own impressive weight loss, another twenty five pounds having been shed already. His hair was now full and dark, reaching almost to his shoulders, and his nipples were taking on greater prominence. He hoped to get rid of his manboobs, but they were also starting to look more like actual boobs, and that made him both anxious . . . and excited. Rob was packing on muscle just as he wanted, but the biggest thing helping him lose his beanpole status was the fact that he had shrunk down to a ‘mere’ six feet or even less, making his body more proportional. Coupled with his much wider hips and thicker waist, and there was a normalcy to his figure. Of course, his skin was noticeably olive now. Noticeable to the employees, that was, but not to him or the others beyond just a second glance. Lastly, Greg had continued his downward trajectory, and looked to be around five foot nine rather than his previous impressive height. His muscles continued to become more reasonably sized, but other parts were growing: his pecs had flattened just a little, but were regaining an oddly soft roundness to them. His rear was swelling also, becoming almost a little peachy in a way that made him both concerned at times - until the fog descended - and strangely proud at others.

All of these changes they would have gone through mostly alone, but for the machinations of Jenna and Rob. Having lost his girlfriend, and she having lost her husband, the two found an amusingly odd companionship with each other. Whereas Greg was obsessing over body building and Jack anxious about his weight loss, they were the pair who seemed the most practical in their shared desire to get fit and start the next chapter of their lives, leaving the previous one behind them. It didn’t hurt that they both had in common a dislike of their current jobs - Jenna was starting to realise that data analytics and entry could be a real obstacle to joy lately - and wanted their friends to see them in a new light.

It was after a particularly strenuous arm day, during which they spotted one another, that a thought occurred to Rob.

“Hey, this is gonna sound real strange and everything, but did you want to get brunch together?”

Jenna eyed him curiously. It was strange, for just a moment, she had a hope.

He’s far too young for me, but is he looking at me with desire? No, don’t be foolish Jenna. He sees nothing of the sort. Get your head in order. But he is looking at you like a friend . . . and I could really use one of those.

“That would be utterly wonderful, Rob,” she said.

Rob grinned. He was about to offer up some suggestions for places - it was a nice, warm Saturday, so there’d be plenty open - when he observed the two others in the gym. He hadn’t interacted a lot with Jack beyond that initial introduction, and the only thing he liked about Greg was that the man had achieved what he too hoped to achieve. And yet . . .

I feel like I should invite them.

“Why don’t we bring Jack and Greg along, if they want?” he asked.

Jenna raised her eyebrows. “Really? I mean, I wouldn’t mind Jack, but Greg is . . . well, he’s not exactly a respectful sort. A brute, if I may say so.”

Rob chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve met his kind before. I bet he wouldn’t care to learn I smoke pot either.”

“Please, that much is obvious from you. I don’t know what’s the point of it, frankly.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it. Okay, so Jack’s in, but I feel like we should at least extend it to Greg. I can’t explain it, it’s like there’s some kind of connection we all have. I don’t know . . . it’s just there.”

Jenna nodded slowly. “You’re right,” she said. “I feel it too. Fine, bring him along. But if he tries to make comments about my figure and what machines it’s too short for, I’ll slap him.”

Rob snorted. “Please, you’re not short. Just like I’m starting to realise I’m not too tall.”
 They moved to invite the others, not even realising the strangeness in the truth of what Rob had just said.

***

Greg chowed down on his steak, leaving the rest to look on in horror at his sheer appetite. 

So good. Need to keep up the protein. Good weightlifting diet.

“What?” he said, mouth still half full.

“I’ve never seen someone order a full steak dinner for brunch before,” Rob remarked.

Greg wiped his mouth and smirked. “That’s because you’ve never seen a real man before, dude.”

Jenna coughed, clearly irritated, but Greg put up his hands.

“Which he will, when he looks in the mirror, because you’re making sick gains, my friend. Seriously, be proud, dude. You should all be. You’re entering the bodybuilder’s world now.”

The other three exchanged a glance.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be bodybuilding anytime soon,” Jack remarked, observing his own still-large form. “I’m not . . . I’m not bodybuilder material.”

“You sell yourself short, dude. Anyone can make the dream.”

“Yes, well, the dream will have to wait until I’m asleep,” Jenna remarked as she sipped from her coffee. “I have no interest in grotesquely sized muscles, no offence - though yours do look better lately. Less oversized, if I may say so myself.”

What the hell? Greg thought. So other people are noticing it too?

“I’m not . . . I’m trying to gain muscle, lady. I’m just hitting up against the ceiling or something at the moment. Happens to every bodybuilder.”

“Well, if you got any tips on how to get there, I won’t be turning them away,” Rob said.

“Or just to lose weight in general,” Jack said. “Though Nari is helping me a lot with that, actually. I’ve never heard of a gym that has such volunteering staff.”

They all agreed it was excellent, though Greg was hit by the painful memory of being upstaged with ease by the snarky goth Abigail.

“They’re a lot fitter than I’m used to as well,” he said. “Well, at least for ladies. No offence, Jenna.”

“I do take offence, actually. But now that you say it, I have noticed that it’s an all-female staff from what I’ve seen.”

“There’s a guy,” Rob said. “I’ve started coming in twice a day. There’s a guy called Rob or Robin or something. He’s pretty jacked. Gave me some good pointers on building core and shoulder strength.”

“I have to ask,” Jenna said. “Was he as attractive as the rest of the crew? I sometimes feel a little out of place among all these goddesses!”

Rob smirked. “Well, I’m not the best to consider it, but he was definitely not bad looking, if I was to judge it.”

They all shared a laugh over that. Evidently all four of them had noticed just how obviously attractive the members of the New Life Gym were. Conversation rested for a moment as the rest of the meals arrived. Jack found it rather easy to consume a small amount of salad and a veggie frittata rather than his usual gluttonous amount, while Rob was surprised to have developed a healthier appetite, wolfing down protein and iron with his meats. His, at least, had bacon and sausages, fitting the brunch aesthetic. Lastly, Jenna found herself having the same thing as Rob, adding to the surprising companionship of the mismatched pair.

It was called Sweetum Eatems, and it was quite the lovely brunch place. It was only two blocks down from the New Life Gym, and given the warmth of the day, a number of them were already thinking of coming here more regularly, perhaps even socially. Certainly that notion was on Jenna’s mind, and on Jack’s. The only thing for the latter was a need to get a job. He had put it off for too long, and the funding he had secured for his accounting scholarship could only get him so far. 

Perhaps . . . perhaps I could even look into working here? he thought. There was a sign up looking for new employees. He doubted it paid extremely well, but surely it would be well enough?

Were he the old Jack, he likely wouldn’t have gone for it at all. The prospect would have made him simply too nervous. Too defeatist. Instead, he stood up after finishing his meal, steeling his features as if on a mission. He didn’t know it, but in the span of consuming his vegetarian meal he’d actually managed to drop a whole five pounds. Muscles were starting to emerge, not quite visible on his form, but it gave his frame a solidity it was badly needing, and the doughiness was melting away by contrast. Perhaps most importantly of all for what came next, his pimples and blemishes disappeared from his face. For just a moment, Greg and Rob and Jenna all saw this, their eyes wide.

What on earth?

What in heaven?

What the fuck?

And then with a slight breeze in through the door, they all forgot what they were thinking, and focused on the increasingly firm (yet simultaneously soft in better places) man before them.

“Where you going, buddy?” Rob asked.

“Yes, is everything all right, Jack?” Jenna added.

“It actually is. I think . . . I think I’m going to apply for a job. Right now.”

He strode forth, and the table watched with interest as he moved to talk to a manager.

“Well, someone’s gained more confidence,” Jenna mused.

“I’ll say,” Rob added. 

“I’m telling you guys, that’s what the gym does for you! It changes you!”

They were beginning to consider that Greg might be right. For another brief, flickering moment, there was another awareness that their changes were going further than they’d thought. Further than they should be. Rob posed the question first.

“Um, does my skin look a little darker to you? And, you know, do I look a bit shorter?”

“You do!” Jenna marvelled. “How did I never notice that before? How can that be?”

“Well, you look like your nose is no longer bent!” Greg said, pointing at her. “And you’re taller! And, no offence, you’ve lost more weight than would be possible in just a couple of weeks.”

“Says the man whose muscle is draining away! And is getting shorter! And for goodness sake, don’t tell me those are a man’s nipples!”

Greg looked down, horrified. “Holy shit! What the fuck!? Guys, what’s happening? This shit is happening to Jack too!”

“It’s something with all four of us,” Rob said. “I - I haven’t smoked pot for days. I’m loving all the exercise. And . . . I think my hair is changing too. My voice is higher.”

They all began exchanging their epiphanies, even as Jack managed to convince himself into an interview at Sweetum Eatems. A growing dread began to manifest, particularly for Greg, who seemed the loser out of all of them, though Rob was no less worried. Questions abounded: how could no one else notice the changes? Rob’s roommates hadn’t said a word! A quick peruse of their driver’s licences showed that even their faces there had changed, adding another spooky factor.

“You don’t think this could be . . . magical?” Jenna asked.

“Magic doesn’t exist,” Rob said. He’d always prided himself on being realistic and rational, perhaps why he got along quite well with the pragmatic Jenna. 

“Then how do you explain this?” Greg said. “I’m losing fucking mass here, man! Hard-earned muscle! And my nipples are weird - and so are yours!”

Rob looked down. “Oh God!”

“Exactly!”

“Shit!”

“Dios mio,” Jenna spat, breaking out the Spanish she rarely used. “What the hell do we do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Rob said, standing up. He curled his first, the one that was looking a lot more olive. “We go to New Life Gym. Whatever’s happening there, they’re behind it.”

Greg too was noticing his skin changes; his surface was looking a little darker as well. “We confront Abigail, I bet. She was smirking at me. I reckon she knows something.”

It was at this point that Jack returned to the group, a broad smile upon his features.

“Hey guys!” he said, scratching at a stomach that was noticeably smaller than it had been twenty minutes ago, and then pushing back strands of dark red hair that was now almost touching his shoulders. “What’s up?”

The rest of the group looked at him, now aware of how he had changed also. They stared in awkward silence.

“Um, guys? Guys?”

It was Rob that broke the silence. “Hey, Jack, have you noticed anything different about yourself recently?”

***

The group marched on New Life Gym, determined to find out what was going on. Greg was implacable in his advance, occasionally pulling at his longer, darker hair with annoyance. Hair in particular seemed to be a sticking point among the men - Rob too was feeling his longer, darker hair - but so was the rather rearward presence some of them had. It was less noticeable for the plump Jack, but Jenna pointed out as they walked that both Rob and Greg now had rather . . . feminine derrieres. Even their hips had shifted in such a way as to sway a bit when they walked, and soon Greg was finding it hard not to possess a slight feminine gait. His nipples rubbed against his shirt, feeling oddly sensitive, and the same was true of Rob and Jack.

Don’t touch them don’t touch them don’t touch them, Rob thought, his mind repeating the mantra over and over. They feel huge and sensitive and weird but don’t touch them!

Greg had no such willpower. He touched them multiple times, annoyed at their nuisance.

Goddamn it, he thought. How can I pick up hot chicks looking like this? I’m not meant to have girly nipples!

And yet some deep, hidden part of himself was also oddly fascinated with them. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have actual breasts topped by those nipples.

Is that where this is headed? Am I becoming a chick? Is that what Abigail was talking about when she was making fun of me?

She had been quite forward, in the breast sense. Had she too been changed?

No, that’s ridiculous. They’re doing that to us. And we’re gonna stop ‘em.

The only one with a bit of hesitation as they reached the entrance to the gym was Jack. He was losing the weight he’d wanted to get rid of for years, and he was starting to wonder if the magic was also making him more effeminate, given his face and voice and shrinking genitals. It was terrifying, but it was also . . . wonderful, in a way. 

Maybe it’s a blessing? Or even if it is a curse, maybe the ones cursing us don’t know that I want to be a woman?

Jenna had made a similar calculation when it came to her own figure. It hadn’t escaped her attention that a number of wrinkles had faded on her face and arms, or that her stomach didn’t have the flab and lines of age either. She looked . . . younger. It was confronting to even think about, but it was true! And yet she still advanced towards the gym, frustrated.

I may like these changes. Hell, I might even love them. But I didn’t ask them! I didn’t consent to them! They’ve happened against my will, and who knows what kind of person I’ll be turning into? I don’t want to end up changed into a man like these men are clearly turning into women. No way, Jose.

They reached the entrance of the New Life Gym. 

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Jack asked.

“For fuck’s sake, man,” Greg spat. “Look at you, you’re growing tits! We all are - or big frickin’ nipples, anyway. There’s no way in hell I’m giving up my hard-earned gains to this place.”

“But what if - what if they try and stop us?”

Rob hesitated. “They wouldn’t hurt us, would they? Like, this isn’t a government experiment?”

Fitting for her character, it was Jenna that burst right in. “For goodness sake, where is the courage and foolhardiness of the young these days? After me, then!”

Rob followed after her like a loyal lieutenant, and Greg shouldered his way through as well. Jack sighed, and entered after the rest, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He could feel a strange pressure in his body, almost like a magnetism to this place, a yearning for change.

Is it the place, and not just the people? Something in the air feels like it wants me to be here. Like I’m meant to be here.

The others felt a similar calling, but pushed past it as they approached Nari and Abigail at the counter. The former beamed to see them, and the latter waved idly, half-concentrated on her phone.

“Hiya!” Nari called.

“Yo,” Abigail said without looking their way.

“You’ve got to fucking reverse this or else!” Greg called.

The two women paused and exchanged a glance. It was Abigail that spoke: “What are you talking about?”

Jenna stepped forward. “Don’t play stupid with me, young one. We know we’re changing. Our bodies, even our minds. Who’s behind this? Is it you? Is it her?”

She indicated to Abigail, who chuckled darkly. “Lady, I just come here for the fireworks. Though in this case, it seems they’ve gone off early.”

Nari tried to shush her, but Abigail continued.

“Oh come on, Nari, they recognise their changes! This happens with multiple jobs, and you know it. It just happened early because there’s four of ‘em. I’ll give Katherine a call. You guys can see her and she’ll explain everything.”

Rob swallowed, looking down at his darkened skin, his slightly thicker form, at the way his pecs pushed out against his shirt a little more than he would have liked.

“Are you saying it’s real? We really are changing?”

Nari gave a sheepish grin. “Um, kinda? Well, yeah, actually. You very much are. But please don’t panic! We all changed! I used to be a guy, and Abigail here looked totally different and was way older.”

Greg coughed, horrified that he’d been attracted to someone who could have been a grandma or something. “Older? How older?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the goth girl teased, pressing her breasts together suggestively so that her cleavage was full in her low-cut exercise top.

Fuck, even knowing she’s still hot. Hot damn, those fine, pale tits and dark purple hair. This whole situation is freakin’ nuts!

“What about Annabelle?” Jack asked, now even more aware of his changes, especially the way his lips felt fuller than usual. “Did she change too? Who was she?”

The gorgeous Asian woman sighed, obviously trying not to release too much information and freak them out. “Look, I’m going to be completely honest with you, she used to be kind of like Greg here.”

“WHAT!?”

Nari put up her hands as she continued. “I just mean in the sense that she was a guy, and was big into bodybuilding. Um, not as much as you, obviously. But she was a linebacker, or a quarterback - she struggles to remember as she doesn’t care about sports now-”

“WHAT!?”

“-but she was definitely a football star. But she’s much happier now!”

“Was she always so . . . empty-minded?” Jenna asked.

Nari bit her lip. It was Abigail who answered, still typing on her phone.

“Nah, she was way smarter. Not, like, academic or anything, but she had a scholarship. She became a total bubblehead, God bless her. We love that woman.”

“And she’s happy how she is!” Nari said, now looking very nervous. 

By this point even Jack was worried; how much would their personalities change? Would they even be them anymore, if the changes went too far? The group erupted in a series of questions, demands, and angry statements. They all wanted their memberships cancelled, and the tirade - which Nari was struggling to control and even Abigail was starting to feel a need to properly respond to - only halted when a new figure appeared, opening the staffroom exclusive door. 

This was not the first time any of them had seen Katherine Hearns, but it was the first time she had properly interacted with them, and so dramatically at that. The tattooed woman, tall and authoritative and beautiful, clapped her hands together.

“Well, it sounds like we have a lot of grievances here. Jack, Jenna, Rob, and Greg, I am happy to answer all questions and even cancel your membership fees. But please, let’s not discuss this here. Let’s hit the gym together, and let it calm our nerves. You want that, don’t you? A little bit of exercise to calm the nerves, be your true self, and then work on this problem? How about that?”

The group of four took in her words. Really, it shouldn’t have made any sense. They were angry, they were confused, they were upset, and most of all they were scared. Apart from Jack and a little part of Jenna’s subconscious, they all wanted their bodies back, and even Jack was concerned about the kind of woman he might become, if he was becoming a woman at all. They each geared up for another argument, but then something very strange happened; there was a shift of something in the atmosphere around them, and Katherine’s words seemed suddenly agreeable. Very agreeable indeed, actually.

Jack thought, Maybe I should hear her out after I lose a bit more flab. What’s the worst that could happen? I might walk out a little thinner and feeling more like my . . . true self.

Rob thought, I guess I’m not much of a beanpole anymore. This whole situation is crazy, but it’s got me so worked up I won’t be able to argue for what I want back until I’ve done my pushups.

Jenna thought, This is absurd. They can’t do this to us. I’m going to finish my exercise regiment WITHOUT anyone’s help, then go find a lawyer. I doubt this woman has anything valuable to say, but I should get the most out of what I’m paying before I leave.”

Greg thought, Fuck this shit. I’m out of here. I am . . . damn, I didn’t finish my go on the Stairmaster. You can’t skip leg day. You can never skip leg day. I’ll - I’ll just finish up, and then I’ll rip these employees a new set of assholes if they don’t stop this!

“Fine,” Jenna said, appointing herself the spokesperson for the group. “We’ll go work off some steam, and you come to us with some proposals. Because we demand to be changed back, and to have all our questions answered. Got it?”

“Of course,” Katherine said, smiling pleasantly.

The four wandered off, staying close to one another now, comparing their workout regimens, spotting each other, and helping one another with their sets. As they did so, the knowledge of their changes slowly faded, their focus on their own fitness taking centrestage. The power of the New Life Gym flowed through them, drawing them into the mental fog, and taking away their concerns. Their bodies had been as they always had been, as far as the four were concerned.

Nari was gobsmacked. “How did you know to do that, boss?”

“It’s what I did once with you dear, and you as well, Abigail. The power of the gym is stronger when being used as just that, a gym. As they focus on their bodies, they’ll go back to forgetting their changes . . . for now. But let’s be vigilant. You remember how it is?”

The pair of them nodded. Abigail in particular grinned.

“That’s right. The further you are in the changes, the quicker and stronger they come.”

“Exactly. Our friendly quartet are about to hit the big transformations. And we’ve got to be ready for them.”

To Be Continued . . .