Scott headed over to the gym and as usual both signed in at the front and flirted, hot and heavy, with the woman at the front desk. He figured what his girlfriend did not know would not hurt her. Such was how he usually carried himself. Sure he was a bit of a lech, but he told himself that every guy if he was as buffed out and hot as Scott would do as Scott did. He had no clue how the curse was going to change him over the course of the workout.
He got his start on the stairmaster of course, wanting to tone up and keep strong the glutes that made him such an excellent lover. Every thrust deep into the pussy of his girlfriends was enabled by a tight, strong ass. Sure he got shit for it from his other jock friends, but if Scott cared what they thought a masculine man looked like, he wouldn't be half the casanova he was!
As he got his workout going, he didn't even notice as, if anything, the muscles across his build strengthened and toned even further as he aged a year. A ring of arrows tattoo etched itself into his bicep, the result of a choice he had not yet made. His stubble thickened a bit on his face, and his pale countenance lightly tanned up from a variety of adventures. His pecs pushed out more, and his shoulders developed even more of a rounded and strong countenance. He just chalked up these differences to looking cut due to cardio.
Heading off of the cardio machine after a good twenty minutes, Scott felt amazing - he jumped right in and ran for the shoulder press machine. By all logic he should've seen the next year he aged; his abs thickening as he went on Human Growth Hormone and developing a certain look to them. His face strengthened further, developing an even more masculine scowl. His treasure trail grew thicker on his stomach, but not by much so far.
He got up after a 4 x 20 set...and then jumped back on the weights, and hammered out 35 reps on a dropset, almost screaming as he aged another year upon completing the final rep. He felt amazing, strong and macho - maybe the additional enhancements he'd undertaken at this point in his life had something to do with it? His glutes pumped up and his traps developed the tell tale signs of steroid based enhancement. But for Scott? He was in heaven, and barely noticed.
His cock was painfully erect in his pants, and even as he went on a bench press 4 x 25 set, he found himself repeatedly needing to alter and up the weight to accommodate his strength. He felt on top of his game - like he'd never felt before.
He again powered out a drop set, and swaggered over to the deadlifts area in time for another change - another year older, and his lifestyle changed. Scott shivered as he felt a slight ache in his ears, but figured it was just ringing, not the ear piercings it turned out to be. His shirt at some point as he piled on weight for the deadlift went from a typical tank top to an extremely showy stringer with a flirty logo on it. His shorts became very short shorts, designed to show off huge, jacked quads.
Scott for his part barely noticed - so consumed was he in his workout.
The weights went up and crashed down, 315 lbs barely felt like a thing to him at this point, so he went up to 365, there it was...he kept going, through an abominable 8 x 10 rep circuit, more ink coming into being on his upper arm and shoulder. He couldn't see what it was, but even if he did see, he was so into this---
Scott felt a white hot flash of sudden embarrassment as the last change hit him strong enough at the end of his workout to make him drop the weight. He cursed outloud in a number of expletives as his semen jetted from his too aroused cock into a corner, leaving a trail to mark Scott's shameful over-excitement. He ached all over, and his hair was in a weird configuration... Thanking whatever God was watching that the gym was mostly empty, Scott hurriedly rushed out to cover for himself. What the hell was wrong with him!?