Keith crept nervously down a darkened hall. He was very nervous about being here. This place had to be haunted, and just because the last guys here had been changed for the better didn’t mean any changes for them would be good too.
Seeing a light up ahead, he went towards it, and found the door it emanated from. Keith was stunned to see a full-fledged gym, looking shiny and new. How could this be?
He saw a table with bottles on it that looked like Gatorade. Keith looked closer and saw they had images: a football, a baseball, a basketball, a soccer ball, two silhouettes wrestling, one silhouette swimming, another running. He wasn’t sure why, but he was terribly thirsty so he grabbed the football one and drank it.
Instantly Keith felt an intense desire- no, need- to work out. Despite the fact that he had no idea how to use much of this equipment, he moved according to some inner guide.
Keith headed for the leg machines, and was surprised by his capability. He didn’t feel his leg muscles swelling up as he used it, straining his jeans.
Next, the dumbbells, where Keith curled some pretty big weights, causing his arms to bulge as well, his sleeves putting pressure on them.
Then a core workout with a medicine ball, which caused the slight fat on Keith’s belly to melt away and reveal a toned 6-pack.
Finally, the bench. Here Keith lifted an astonishing amount of weight. He couldn’t believe how strong he was…
Ping! A button popped off his polo as his chest grew to a huge size. Only now did Keith see what had happened to him. His jeans had holes, his polo was tearing in places. He flexed and it shredded right off of him.
Keith was amazed. Stepping on a scale, he saw he’d gone from 135 to 220 pounds. He was taller too, now 6’4”.
Suddenly a light swirled around him and his ruined clothes. At first Keith was shocked to see he was naked, but then a jockstrap formed over his massive dick and balls. A pair of tight but enlarged jeans appeared, followed by a black tank and finally a red football jersey.