So, you’ve been working hard to move up that corporate ladder, but it’s left little time for the gym. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you had spent more time working out instead of working on presentations and reports. You sigh.  The computer chimes – another e-mail. This one has a video attachment. You click play, and an intense light zaps you from the screen. What was that?

As you feel your body for damage, you realize it has changed! It’s hard, as if you have spent hours each week at the gym since your youth! You start to start unbuttoning your shirt and smile at the amazing abs you now possess. As you find a mirror to further check yourself out in, you  begin to feel more confident than you ever have before.

You even feel more powerful as you further admire that upper body. Your shoulders are so broad. Those pecs so solid. Fuck it feels amazing. Fuck it’s starting to make you so hard. You know you should finish that presentation but it’s hard to remember what that was even about. You’d rather just admire your new body.It doesn’t take long for you to realize that your dick is as hard as your muscles are. You think of how much more you’re going to use that more! You’re just such a total stud, loving the thought of going out to the bars and finding hotties to hook up with. You start dancing and stripping with your shirt to the music coming out of your computer. You forgot that video was still playing but damn does that beat make you want to move.

Heh, it’d be fun to get to do some moves on stage you think. Just having money thrown at you for showing off that body. Fuck yeah. So much more fun than this boring job. Maybe just a quick e-mail to say you quit the corperate life. Corparite life? Damn that squiggly red line. How you spell? Fuck. You quit! But the tight suit looked good on ya, so you figure you’ll keep the clothes as part of your act. You lose yourself to the music for a bit, just dancing away. Damn, there you go again stripping in some guy’s office. You just can’t help being an exhibitionist. Where is this guy you were supposed to meet with anyway? Dude’s so fucking late. Probably some nerd who spent all his time studying. Fuckin’ bozo. Should have spent all his time in the gym. Then he’d have his priorities right. Muscle, sex, and flex!

You throw your clothes back on and head home, but they quickly come back off again as you hop in the shower. Any lingering old memories seems to wash away. All unneeded intelligence seems to go down the drain. You’re just a total meathead making a living off of his muscles now. Part of you is getting ready for your shift tonight but you’re also getting ready for a visitor. When the doorbell answers, you somehow know you owe this man everything. I mean, he introduced  you to weightlifting all those years ago and helped to get you your job, right? And so you’re so very thankful for Coach.
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While your transformation might not be this instantaneous, isn’t it nice knowing you’re already going to work out more for Me? See you soon, meathead 😉