Whitewood: Hitting The Gym

This one is dramatically larger than most of my captions. The story went WAY longer than I intended and instead of spend a lot of time editing, I just decided to make the caption space huge and upsized the text to fit it. My apologies for any inconveniences.

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In the heart of the town of Whitewood, the FitLife Gym pulsed with activity as Arnold, a obese man determined to conquer his weight struggles, stepped inside the iron-clad walls. The room buzzed with the sounds of clanking weights and rhythmic panting, but it seemed to go completely silent as he wedged himself between the doors, clad in his sweatpants and sweatshirt (the only things that were big enough to fit his frame). He tried to ignore the judgemental stares, most hateful but some full of pitty, as Arnold made his way into the gym proper, and towards the women's equipment. But as the activity resumed and most went back to their workouts, one set of cruel eyes continued to follow Arnold. Arnold knew who those eyes belonged to, and silently prayed that for once in both of their lives, the asshole would just leave him alone.

But Chad wasn't an empathetic individual and never passed up a chance, not even after they'd both graduated from high school and had entered college, a chance to go after one of his favorite bullying targets. Rich and privileged, he took sadistic pleasure in belittling others, especially those he deemed weak, which often meant Arnold was his first target of choice. With a sneer Chad pointed a finger at Arnold, his voice dripping with mockery. "Hey, look at the fatty over there, trying to squeeze into women's gear!" Chad's words echoed through the gym, a malicious grin etched on his face. His taunts grabbed the attention of the other gym-goers, who turned to Arnold with judgmental smirks and amused laughter.

Arnold clenched his fists, feeling the weight of years of torment resurface. Chad had been a relentless tormentor since high school – a spoiled rich kid who never faced consequences. Their animosity had only deepened over time, a festering wound that refused to heal.

"Real subtle, Arnold. Maybe if you work harder, you'll finally fit into those skinny jeans," Chad jeered, his voice carrying across the gym. The cruel words hit Arnold like blows, but he held his head high, determined to push through.

Blocking out Chad's taunts, Arnold approached a leg press machine, his heart pounding. He adjusted the weights, focusing on his own reflection in the mirrored wall. His jaw clenched, determined to silence Chad's words through sweat and effort. As Arnold began his set, the laughter and insults from Chad and the others mingled with the pounding of his heart. Each repetition was a declaration of his strength, a defiance against the years of torment he had endured. He drowned out their jeers, lost in the rhythm of his own determination.

Chad's voice cut through the air again, this time louder and cruder. "Careful you don't break anything, lard ass!"

Arnold's grip on the machine tightened, his knuckles turning white. The anger fueled his resolve, pushing him to prove Chad wrong – not just in the gym, but in life. With each press, Arnold felt the weight of the years lifting, replaced by a newfound determination to rise above the cruelty.

"Who do they think they are, making fun of me just because I use the women's equipment!?" Arnold steamed as he struggled to lift the light set of weights with his rather massive and blobby legs. This was HIS attempt to better himself, not just to impress a bunch of no-lifers with muscles larger than their brains! So much for gyms being full of empathetic people that just wanted to support each other...Arnold squinted back tears as he continued to slowly push the weights of the leg-press back upwards.

Across the gym, Chad continued his loud assault against Arnold as a raven-haired woman walked out of the women's locker room. "Yeah, fatty's a total perv! Back in high school, he got caught in the girl's locker room twice! He's probably just using the equipment here to perv on chicks or hoping one feels sorry enough to come talk to him!"

The howls of laughter continued to drown out the background music of the gym as the witch, who hadn't seen Arnold arrive but was immediately disgusted by his bulk, frowned. Chad was a regular and clearly knew the new guy...And no man in their right mind would use the women's equipment! After a moment of thought, she decided to cast a spell; the more the overweight man worked out on the women's equipment, the more feminine he'd become in both mind and body! And everyone would find him so attractive that the new woman would constantly be perved upon and catcalled! A wiggle of her fingers and a flash of purple magic, and the curse was cast, and the witch left the gym, certain that justice had been served. She stepped out in the Whitewood evening and headed home.

Meanwhile, the magic went to work. Over the course of two hours Arnold’s body began to change, almost as if he was sweating off his form as the heavy layers of fat and flab readjusted themselves on his every shrinking body…Or just vanishing in heavy drops of sweat entirely. The only thing Arnold noticed was that the weights he was using were beginning to become lighter and easier to use despite his rapidly changing frame. By the time he was done with the leg press, Arnold had shrunk nearly four inches, and his legs were extremely shapely, the former sweatpants were now a bright red pair of spandex that hugged the hairless curves of his womanly legs perfectly. The next equipment that Arnold used were the squats, and with the newfound power in his new legs, it was a breeze. Each descent caused his ass, once a shapeless blob, to tighten and shrink, though by the end of his set it was still relatively large as it strained against his new spandex. Arnold then shifted to the dumbbells, curling the irons with stronger and stronger pumps as flabby arms shook away until all that was left were slim and toned limbs that ended in small hands.

 A cool-down was next, and Arnold helped himself to several cool drinks of the water he’d brought, each swallow causing the rolls of fat and the multiple chins to fade away with each drink. The unaware and changing man splashed some water on his face, savoring the refreshing coolness as the rivulets sculpted the pock-marked and greasy mass of flesh into a ridiculously attractive female face. Squinty, piggy eyes became large, open brown orbs, cheekbones that had been hidden for most of their existence rose to prominence, giving Arnold’s face an attractive angled look. Wide, rubbery lips shrank into rich, plump lips beneath a cute nose that had once been home to numerous pimples. Gone was Arnold’s ugly, scraggly beard and sickly, pale skin; now there was perfectly smooth and tanned flesh that covered the entirety of his body.

And then it was back to work, Arnold permanently setting his feminine face after dabbing away the remaining water with a towel and giving his head a shake, mousy, ugly brown hair erupting in a mane of blonde that he immediately styled into a long ponytail, again, completely unaware of what was happening to him, much like the rest of the gym. The only difference was that where the stares were once cruel, now they were becoming lustful, many of the men, Chad included, taking any change they got to check out the new chick’s rocking body.

The final machine that Arnold wanted to use was the lunges. Taking hold of the hanging straps, the mostly feminized man became leaning forward, each lunge causing his obese torso to shake and jiggle dramatically as the weight continued to drip away. Soon, all that was left were two large breasts, straining against the blue tank-top that Arnold was now wearing, his sweatshirt having made the same changed fate as his pants. But again, the changes were completely missed by everyone in the gym. In fact, the final changes, as Arnold’s already diminuitive penis began to shrivel upwards into a growing slit, were settling in.

“HEY BABE! WHY DON’T YOU COME SPOT ME! MAYBE I CAN BENCH YOU!” Chad’s voice, still cruel, roared from the other side of the gym, and Amelia just gave him a quick glare before turning back to the lunges. Other pick up lines and catcalls echoed from different men and more than a few women, and despite not facing any of them, she could feel dozens of pairs of eyes wandering up and down her sweating form. 

This was why Amelia HATED coming to the gym. It was already hard, being one of the prettiested women in town (especially at work) but she had at LEAST wanted to get in a proper workout on proper equipment without being harassed! This seemed to always happen, and despite hot he was, Chad has clearly never stopped being the asshole she'd dated in high school! If she'd known this was Chad's gym, she might have just stuck to doing yoga at home. The prices one had to pay to look as good as she did!

“So many damn perverts here!” The new woman, in mind, body and soul and the rest of reality, muttered, was SO ready to be done with her workout!