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The Gym#1.2: John, Jen & the Plan
By DrLoVe
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This morning came on a Saturday that, luckily, bore the promise of not going
to work which would have been devastating for Johnny's self-consciousness.
Jen, who was aware of John's fear of losing his laboriously built stature
and his concern for the opinions of others on the subject, was ever-ready to
pander to all his resentment and dissatisfaction. She was not much of a cook
but she gave it her best.
This was the main reason John Grisham woke up to the smell of pancakes that
morning. On the carpet, fanning out the musky odors of sex, he found himself
alone. Absent-mindedly he grazed his wide hips and stroked his tapered legs.
He imagined that he is stroking a woman's thigh and mellowed out. With a
jerk, he got up and went into the shower.
"Jen, you know I don't eat sweets," he complained when he eyed the oiled and
syrupy yellow towers of scrumptiousness raising their delectable heads
toward him.
"But you like them, Johnny," was her reply, "You've cut down on the sweets
because you were trying to preserve the definition of the muscle, but now
what have you got to preserve.down there.I mean." she was stumped. She did
not want it to come out that way.
John watched his brown legs ripple and quiver softly when he talked.
"You'll have to work out anyway to slim down, right?" she thought she'd
found an escape out of the awkwardness, "So a couple of pancakes won't make
much difference, will they?" she grinned and hugged him. "Honey, the sex was
wonderful, if anything." said Jen.
John smiled condescendingly, "Well, seeing that you cooked and everything, "
he agreed.
They sat down at the table.
"Listen John, I've been thinking, " said Jen, "If this was magic and all."
she peered at him intently. He was gobbling up the pancakes as though he has
not eaten in days. "How are the pancakes?"
"Mmmm-mmm," he mumbled inarticulately.
Jen smiled. "If this was magic, we could, say, get some occult books and try
to figure out how to reverse it. What do you think?"
John was watching his plate and with one hand playing with his hips,
swiveling them one way and then the other. "I don't believe in that bs," was
his answer, "But I'll agree to anything that'll get me out of this. I can't
go back to the gym this way and I've gotta work out 'cause I have the
Championship in three months."
"Good, 'cause." she got out a fat, dusty book from under the table and
flopped it by his plate causing shy clouds of dust rise into the air, "I've
gone out and found one while you were sprawling on the floor."
His reaction was that of indifference, "Yeah, so?"
"So? " she drawled slightly irritated by his coolness, "So?" She made an
arcane gesture with her fingers under the table and said something under her
breath.
"What?" asked John.
"I said I've been reading this thing, "she pointed at the book, " And it
says that it is impossible to remove a spell for someone who has not put you
under it or has not the finesse of an accomplished magician."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"At least ten years of spells and hexes," she answered shrugging. "What can
I tell ya? It's a weird book. But then so is what happened to you."
"So that means I'll have to find that bitch, " he munched on the last
pancake and then slacked in his seat a trickle of syrup running down his
chin. He looked at Jen who was boring him with her stare, ".Witch." he
corrected himself since he knew Jen to be against any sort of cussing. "
Find her asap."
"We," she said, "We have to find her." Jen sat upright and looked him
straight in the face, "But it is not urgent, you know."
"How so?" he asked about to get up.
"Well, this book shows a great deal of magical transmutations of flesh. So I
was thinking to somehow put another spell on you instead of lifting the
original one-which we cannot do- a modulatory spell, you know?"
He straightened up in his chair. "No! No. Absolutely not! I will not go
through that any more. In addition, you can't know what you are doing-book
or no book."
She nodded meditatively. "Ok," she said, "But you can't contest the point
that you'll have to go out there," she waved in the direction of the window,
"Somehow and you can't expect to find her in this.um.'condition'."
"What are you saying?"
"I am simply saying that if you want to approach her, you'll have to be in
disguise-that's all I am saying."
John's head bobbed bemusedly. But in a few seconds his upraised eyebrows and
gaping mouth cued her in on his recognition of her intentions. "No-no you
wouldn't!" He yelled watching a coy smile appear on her lips. He bent down
and inspected all of his body meticulously and rashly. "What have you done
to me? You've done something to me, haven't you?" He grabbed her arm and
squeezed.
"Hey, hey, hands off, big palooka, 'cause I'm gonna give you something more
than the tush to think about!" she warned.
He let go of her arm, venting airs of disappointment, "Really, Jen, I
wouldn't expect something like this from you."
"Simmer down, John, it's completely reversible."
She placed her hand on his chest and brushed his pectorals. "I do think it's
working, " she then said, "Look."
John watched as she pointed at his nipples that grew darker and heavier by
the minute. This ticked him off completely. He bolted to the bathroom and
locked the door.
"John!" he heard Jenny shout out, "Don't be like that. I wouldn't hurt you,
you know."
John Grisham was feeling betrayed. He tore at his gown, slightly parted in
front, and threw it on the floor. His nipples now were considerably darker
than the rest of his body, but it was changing too. His stomach bulged a bit
and his abdominal muscles became much less well-pronounced, now
buff-colored, now the shade of a walnut. His biceps grew smaller and the
muscles of his neck slimmed down to a feminine slenderness. The shoulders
hulked closer and became rounder and smoother as did his face, catching the
tawny color emanating from the small potbelly that took shape without his
noticing. His normally hazel hair turned wholly black although not growing
any longer than his regular crewcut. John peered in the mirror at his face
but did not find the recognizable features of his former self nor were they
expressly black as he expected with a flutter in his heart. Were
they.Hispanic? He thought in wonderment. A pull at his chest disrupted his
train of thought. He cupped his nipples and felt the flesh under them
shifting and building up in soft layers, one upon the other. There the skin
pushed forward and languidly increased in mass. Taking his hands away
revealed a pair of shapely, but not overly-developed breasts. John felt the
muscle under them melt away as they grew bigger and bigger until they
overfilled his palms and spilled out, quivering and trembling as real to the
touch and feel as any pair of breasts he had touched. He panted vociferously
and heard his voice rise in pitch as well until it sounded like Jen's
moaning in the middle of a building orgasm. He stopped abruptly, frightened
and distraught.
John Grisham looked his body over with one quickly cast glance and was on
the whole dissuaded of his worst fears. The new body was more or less petite
and much of his muscle did stay so he looked like a rather well-built,
athletic female with a tad of flab here and there but that was barely
noticeable. He groped at his genitals but found them unchanged. He sighed a
sigh of relief, hearing Jen laugh reassuringly from behind the door, "Honey,
I said I wouldn't change you where it mattered. But bear with me for a
moment, " she added rashly as she heard John whimper, "It is only temporary
until we find her and then."
"And then-then what?" John swung open the door with a violent pull appearing
in the sash in all his feminine splendor to much of her surprise, " Then we
will force her to reverse the spell. Confirmar! You wanted to say that? How
do you suppose to do this? Ha? She is a witch, she'll abolir us with a
single stroke of her finger. Abrogar!"
Jen was taken aback, " Johnny, dear, what is it with your face? O, boy,
you've got an accent too!"
"What the hell's malo with my face?" he roared growing red.
" Well, I was going for African American and I can see is-is Latino? O dear,
I think I messed up the race-change spell." She said, "Let me see what I can
do." She reached for the book, but John with one fast sweeping motion
prevented her reaching for the book, wrestling it from her hands and hiding
it behind his back. "Have you gone loco, muchacha? No mas of that hocus
pocus!"
John put his hands over his mouth hearing the foreign words issue from his
tongue, which was a rather feminine gesture he was not wont to do normally.
"Wow, " Jen said noticing it as well, " This will prove an excellent case
for my sociology presentation."
"Silencio, mujer!" John shouted, " Stop blithering! This is all so weird I
can't get my wits together." John went into the living room and heavily fell
on the sofa, which caused his fist-sized breasts jump up and down agitatedly
somewhat arousing him.
"Compose yourself, Johnny. This is only for a while, "Jenny continued
unflappably following him at every step, " Being a woman is not all that
bad, you know. Look at me. Now you love me, don't you? Do you find me
beautiful, Johnny?" She put her hand on his cheek and pondered at how lithe
and smooth it became. "Do you find me attractive?" Jennifer attempted to
catch his elusive gaze seeing him soften on the inside.
After a minute or so of indecision, John Grisham raised his eyes to meet
hers. "Well, yeah, you're very attractive," he mumbled, " Although it
couldn't hurt to be a tad taller, seeing that you're so much shorter que
yo.than I, I mean."
Jenny blinked at him inquisitively and said in a softer voice, "Everything's
gonna be fine."
"So let me guess, you do have a plan, right, shorty?" he asked smiling
playfully, putting one hand over his left breast.
"Sure, Johnny," Jen picked up enthused, "Now the only way to find her since
you only know how she looks is by going back to the gym and praying that she
will return, " she raised a cautionary finger preventing his objections,
"There you can lose all the weight you want-at the gym-plus noone will know
who you are so you should not feel embarrassed going back there." She took
John's hands in hers, " So what do you think about that, honey?"
"Hey-no of that girly shit, Jen, you know I hate that!" John growled,
warning ringing in his voice.
"O Johnny, didn't mean anything by it, " she laughed it off, cupping his
right breast and squeezing his nipple in a mute testament to her words.
So what is your part in all this will be?" asked John who thought that the
only good part of this entire plan was that he was going back to the gym.
"I will do some investigating of my own. You know I've got connections-all
over the town, " she finished almost spelling out "all over the town," for
it seemed that John's breast was slipping her grip as though growing
smaller. Sitting next to him on the sofa, she gauged his height with a quick
glance and concluded that he indeed was shrinking in size, slowly but ever
so steadily. After a moment's hesitation she uttered, " Johnny.you should
know something."
His wandering gaze, apparently occupied at the moment by grim ruminations
regarding his future gym visitations, halted on her face quizzically which
made him look almost adorable with that short haircut and oblong, brooding
eyes and very the feminine, luscious, kissable lips of his. " What now?"
Something stirred inside her. Could that have been longing? An eerie
emotional perturbation that she felt was different from all she experienced
before. It was good and squishy and warm between her thighs.
"N-nothing.nothing dear," she watched his hands dwindle to the size
comparable to hers and his trunk shed sizes like Monica on SlimFast.
"What? What?" he demanded capriciously pouting his thick rosebud-like lips.
"Nothing dear, " she sang, "I love you."
(to be continued.)
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