Fooling Around at the Gym

"So tell us, Gerry, what do you want to achieve today at the gym?" I said, affecting a deep news-reporter voice.

Gerry was having a hard time suppressing a giggle as he stood there, naked, his hand cupping his crotch.

"Come on dude, I only have twelve minutes of battery on this thing!"

"Sorry, sorry" Gerry said. He had to take a few deep breaths before he was able to speak. "I just, you know - I wanna get big, beefy, strong. I just wish exercise came a little easier for me." That was all he could mustered before he broke down into another giggle.

I shook my head as I approached Johnny, standing upright by the dumbbells. "Mr Johnny, what about yourself?" I asked him.

"Oh, oh, well, Mr Reporter, you see, at the end of a hard working day, all I'm looking for is a sense of camaraderie and connection with my fellow men. In all sincerity, I just wish to be able to feel closer to my good comrades here at the gym, to feel the manly energy emanating from all of us, men, doing manly things." That was enough to make me crack. Johnny did comedy at Uni and he always knew how to make me laugh my ass off.

As I recovered and continued recording, something weird happened. Gerry was bending down on the floor, his skin taking on a greyish hue. His cock was growing hard... In fact, it just kept on growing and growing. I approached him and touched him on the shoulder to see if he snapped out of it, but as soon as I made contact he just moaned.

"Shush, man! You're gonna get us caught."

"Touch me again, dude. Just... use me" he said. I turned to Johnny to see if he had any ideas and... Really, there wasn't much Johnny left. His skin had turned a deep purple, the texture cottony and porous, and his entire body was shrinking, dwindling by the second as he compressed more and more.

"Can you... touch me too?" he said, before his mouth vanished in his mesh of a face.

"Johnny, what the hell? Gerry, we need to - Gerry?" Gerry's curvaceous frame had thinned out beyond anything imaginable, his arms and legs bent in strange shapes, his cock flat and completely turned black.

I was about to run away when I felt an urge to... to wear Johnny? I walked towards him as I took off my boring grey boxers. All that was left of him was a pair of purple compression shorts, which I diligently put on. I could feel him - feel them - shaping around my thighs and massaging my cock and ass. I then started walking towards Gerry, my legs having a mind of their own, only to find a rowing machine waiting for me. As soon as I sat down I felt the seat - which I believe used to be his cock - vibrating, purring as I placed my ass on it.

...well, at least they got what they wanted, right? And I've got it all recorded in tape.

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