Downgrade at the Gym

You were the textbook definition of handsome. Trimmed beard, neat hair, always sporting a 3-piece suit, you were absolutely dashing. On the sidewalk women all shapes and size would turn their head as you passed by, a stunning stranger. And you loved it, you loved provoking such reactions in strangers. You needed to be the center of the attention, the dark handsome fellow everyone wanted to know more. Tall and fit, you oozed masculinity. This is what charmed your many one-night stands that you would enrapture at classy hotel evenings and such, to bring back to your place for a night of passion, only to discard them once morning came. You were living the bachelor lifestyle, and you absolutely loved it.

But anyone who pretended that this was all effortless, that your looks came naturally, was a bumbling idiot who did not know how hard it was to maintain such a standard of perfection. You visited you barber at least once a week, more if you had important events, to keep your hair styled and your beard trimmed perfectly. You spent thousands of dollars on suits yearly, simply to keep your wardrobe fresh, new and in style. You were also at the gym almost every day, slaving away to make sure that your body did not have an ounce of fat, and that your remained at your fitness peak. That is where the incident happened.

You were doing your usual workout routine, carefully planned out to rest muscles between sets, a balance between cardio and build. As you were reaching the chest fly machine, which there was always only one of for some reason, you noticed a larger woman sitting there, sweating and out of breath hogging the machine. You waited a few seconds, impatient, as you stared at her. Not only did she have barely any weight on, she was doing the whole exercise wrong! What she was doing was practically worthless, and time consuming. And this was basically the last exercise you needed to do before doing your cardio cooldown, so you couldn’t just skip it and come back later, this is all you had left. So after a few minutes of waiting, you burst out.

“Come on fatty! There are people who actually know how to work out that are waiting for the machine! And seeing how absolutely exhausted you look after all that, I bet you won’t even coming back here anyways, so just save us the trouble and go home a chug a tub of ice-cream or something. Because face it, you’re never going to lose all that weight.”

She was livid, horrified and ashamed. Not saying a word, she got up from the machine and ran to the lockers, not even bothering to wipe up the puddle of sweat she had left there. Disgusting. You wiped it off quickly using your own towel, reminding yourself to wash it thoroughly once you got home, you sat down and performed your exercises, under the indignant stares of onlookers who had witnessed your outburst, and who were shaking their heads in disapproval. You finished your set quickly, and then cooled down a few minutes on the treadmill, before heading to the locker rooms to get changed quickly. You never took your shower at the gym, you found it filthy, so instead you just got changed and headed home to take it there.

But this time, when you stepped in the locker room, you felt a strange ripple, as if you had stepped through a bubble. Weird. You headed to your locker to grab your change of clothes, when a woman stepped out between two rows of lockers. She had tanned skin and long dark hair, with kind of a Latina look. But unlike the woman you had insulted earlier, she was a bombshell, long shinning hair, a firm toned body, with gravity defying breasts, and a round ass that you would have loved to tap.

“You know that this is the men’s lockers right lady? You’re in the wrong room.”

She smirks.

“Yes, I know, and no, I think I am exactly were I need to be, and so are you. Stop Moving.” 

She raised her arms, and you felt pressure coming from all sides, keeping you from moving.

“What the hell is this? What are you doing to me you bitch!?”

“Silence! No more speaking from you, I think you have spoken quite enough as it is. You see, you insulted my cousin out there, who is doing great efforts to get back into shape. You are a douchebag that bullies people that are just trying to better themselves. And you, deserve to be taken down a notch. You are privileged and have had every opportunity in the world to be good, but instead you became vain and self obsessed, putting down others instead of bringing them up with you. Let’s switch things around shall we? How about we make a Girl out of you?”

First you find yourself unable to speak, as the air around you constricts your mouth and throat, preventing you from uttering a single sound. And so, you can only stare and listen as the woman utters the next word. Another ripple in reality, and you find yourself completely changed. No longer a man, but a woman instead. You would gasp in horror, cry out in protest, maybe even charge the woman who did this to you, but still you were stuck in place. You could feel your breasts heave up and down as you breathe, your heart shaped ass sticking out behind you, and the emptiness in the front of your trousers, even if you cannot reach with your hands and feel it, you know that your dick is gone, and replaced with a pussy. You even feel your long brown hair trickle down your back, and distinct lack of facial hair over your soft girly features.

“There is still something missing… How about some Women’s Workout clothes? Ah yes, that looks better! Strike a pose! Nice and girly, I love it!”

She laughs as your clothes reshape into a tight yoga pants and a bra-like top with spaghetti straps, barely covering your breasts, leaving your long slender arms and midriff bare. You feel your body move itself against your will, your right hand grabbing a handful of hair and your left hand resting on your waistband, as you cock your hips and turn your head, taking a dainty feminine stance, generating even more laughter from the witch changing you.

“There we go! Girls have it much harder than men you know? No, you don’t, but you will! Denied opportunities, catcalled, payed less, you will see, your life is about to get much harder! But not as hard as I want it to be. How about we make you a visible minority? I think you would look great as a Latina. And I think you should have really Huge Tits and a Massive Ass, with Very Tight Workout Clothes, that way you can clearly feel your new ample curves, and what it feels like to be a woman. No hiding those curves now honey, you are really stacked now!”

This change is less drastic than the previous one, but you still feel a high amount of pressure around you as you are changed once more against your will. This time you become shorter, skin darkening and your hair changing from a light brown to a deep black. You feel your hips and ass spilling out, becoming exaggerated curves while your previously modest breasts balloon out into immense globes, raising themselves so you could see them in your field of vision without having to lower your frozen eyes, giving you a vague idea of your new proportions. Your clothes tighten even further, pressing tight against your new plump assets, accentuating them in a feminine way. And still you couldn’t move, couldn’t resist as your body, your identity was being taken from you forever, changing you from a white man to a curvy Latina. But she wasn’t done yet.

“A real Latina bod with killer curves! Boys are going to be all over you! In fact, this is still too good for you... There is one more thing I want to take from you, and face it, as a woman you have No Discipline or Willpower. You said that my cousin was never going to come back and lose all that weight, but she will, because she is strong and has people to support her. But you aren’t. In fact, you are a bit of a Slob, which would explain why you are so Overweight. Now you are the one who is most likely never going to come back here, and just go home and chug a tub of ice cream. It is what you deserve for bullying someone who is trying to become better. Now you will know what it is like, and You Will Never Be Able To Do Anything About It. Forever at the bottom ladder, just a chubby Mexican girl, who Barely Speaks Any English, Only Knows Spanish, looking to quench her craving for food, not taking care of her appearance. This who you are now Juanita, and I really hope you never get used to it.”

You felt your stomach gurgle, and then expand. Despite your voluptuous body, huge tits and massive bottom, you had remained still quite fit and toned, with a nice thin waist and more muscle than fat on your arms. That was about to change. Your whole body began to fill out with fat, your belly drooping, arms becoming flabby, tits and ass losing their round a firm shape, becoming even bigger but less defined, more jiggly fat than toned muscle. Your face took on a round shape, and your thighs thickened until they were like two trunks, touching and rubbing forever, forever without a gap. But that wasn’t all. Your hair became greasier, losing its smooth silkiness, becoming slightly curled and shiny and oily, a tangled mess. You also felt acne pop up on your face that hadn’t been taken care of properly in years! And a pungent smell manifested, indicating that you clearly hadn’t taken a shower today yet, and maybe not even yesterday. And the change was done, gone was the old fit you, replaced by a short fat Latina with not discipline or willpower whatsoever, more likely to spend her evenings snacking and watching TV than doing anything productive.

“There that should do it. You can Move And Speak Again now Juanita, and you should get out of here, since you clearly no longer belong. Go home, lounge all day, eat some food. That’s all you are good for now.”

You barely understood what she said, your comprehension of English being greatly diminished, but still you walked out of the locker room, and out of the reality bubble, sealing you in your new life and your new fate. The old you had never existed, all that was left was Juanita, the new you. You could try and turn your life around, prove her wrong, rise back up to the top, become fit and successful. But it all seemed so... hard. Your life had just been turned around, changed forever and completely. You deserved to take some time to contemplate that, rest a little, maybe grab something to eat. Yes, that would definitely help. And so began the circle of self-indulgence that would never end, leaving you forever stuck as a slobby obese Latina girl.