Gains

The camera clicked and flashed as Neil posed and pouted for the man snapping pictures of him. Neil enjoyed being a model, his lithe frame, tall body and sculpted jawline made him the prime candidate for runways and fashion shoots. The twenty one year old would often be shirtless, his hair styled but still a little scruffy and his signature face was having his chin down while looking up with his lips pouted to make them look bigger and more voluptuous. Plus, while Neil enjoyed the work, he also loved the lifestyle; all the clubs and beautiful people meant he was always out having fun, meeting hot girls, eating great food, drinking fancy drinks and doing wild and expensive activities. This weekend he was being flown out to Bali where he’d be doing an appearance and a bunch of modelling on the beach but it also meant incredible hotels, amazing sights and out of this world parties. Neil couldn’t wait, however he was becoming just a little bit self-conscious as he heard his phone buzz and that’s when a wisp of green smoke danced behind his ear.

Neil walked to the side of the set and grabbed his phone as the photographer went to look at the lighting arrangement. It was a message from his agent letting him know more about the trip and some more names of who else would be attending the shoots and parties. This is what was bugging Neil, a lot of the men named were people he had heard of or seen before and all of them fitted more into the category of fitness models rather than runway models. As Neil scrolled down the list he recognised more names, men who had appeared on the cover of men’s health, men with huge fitness followings on social media and Neil was shocked when he saw the names of a couple of bodybuilders on list. He was going to be the skinniest guy there which made Neil worry, although he was proud of his body and look; other guys outside of the runway were not so cool about it. Never did he fit in with the jocks at school and rarely did he mix with the bigger dudes at the gym, they were more about using their body for strength and purpose while his was built for the purpose of looking good. Plus with all of these bigger, bulkier guys he was bound to fade into the background, why would anyone look at the skinny, lanky runt when there was a whopping great big bodybuilder to look at. Neil’s frustration grew as he kept on looking over the list; his trip was going to suck now. Neil didn’t know what was worse, he was either going to be ridiculed and humiliated by a bunch of dumb, muscle morons for being skinny and slender or he was going to be overshadowed and left in the background because the spotlight would be on someone else. As Neil’s anger and annoyance grew the billows of green smoke took hold, the petulant nature of the selfish model and the undying need to fit fed the hungry magic.

Neil started an angry reply to his agent and pondered his upcoming trip. “How in the world am I going to be able to avoid these idiots ridicule and be the centre of attention around such lumpy meatheads.”

Yet, before Neil had finished his e-mail the green smoke had surrounded him and pulled him into the ground, leaving the photographer puzzled by the empty room and the phone buzzing alone on the ground.

The sensation the Neil felt was unworldly, he was falling and the colours shooting by him were iridescent, sadly Neil did not have time to appreciate the sight and feeling as he was too busy screaming as he frantically tried to figure out what was happening. Neil screeched and shouted as he panicked thinking that any moment now he would fall to the bottom and his life would end, but after a few moments and having ran out of breath Neil realised that not all was what it seemed. If he was truly falling to his death then he should have been able to feel the cold air racing by him but he felt nothing, if he was truly hurtling towards the ground then he would have heard the world around him rush by but all he heard was silence and if he was tumbling through the air he would have felt the force push at his body but as Neil experimented he found he could move his body freely. Instead of freefalling Neil could only liken the situation to that of skydiving indoors in one of those wind tunnels. It was odd and Neil couldn’t help experiment as he moved his arms and legs and even spun around, it was actually quite enjoyable, but how Neil had ended up here was still troubling and more importantly how he would get out, after all the only thing he could see was colours shooting past him. However, Neil didn’t have time to ponder his escape or how he got to where ever he was because as he continued to move his arms and legs he realised they felt different. Curiously Neil moved his hands and arms in front of him and was shocked to the see that they had changed, they were bigger.

Neil looked fearfully at his bigger arms and hands; it seemed while his hands had grown in size his arms had become more muscular. The sleek, slender arm he had before now had a noticeable bicep bulge, in fact as Neil checked the rest of his body it seemed that all of him had grown either in size or with muscle. Confused and worried Neil reached out and prodded his new bigger arm and felt the larger mass of muscle. How could this be? Could it be real? Was this some sort of weird hallucination? Neil thought as he looked at his arm and flexed a little, but as Neil flexed his bicep he saw that his muscles had certainly got bigger and that they were still growing. Neil stared at his arms as gradually the lump of muscle started to rise and the size of his arm grew. In a frenzy Neil looked around at the rest of his body and anxiously saw the growth continue as his flat chest grew a pair of plump pectorals, his stomach grew deep grooves of abdominals and his legs grew fatter and wider as muscle was pumped into them. Neil started to become hysterical as he looked at his body, he began pushing at the growing mass of muscle appearing all of over him, he couldn’t be this big, he just couldn’t. His career as a runaway model required him to be slim; he needed the lithe form to model the clothing and to create the perfect silhouette if he had huge biceps and giant thighs he’d look like a lumbering buffoon. Yet, no matter how agitated Neil got his muscles kept on growing, his butt started to jut outwards as more muscle packed into his ass cheeks, his stomach started to distend as more mass grew around his abs and his thighs started to touch as muscle appeared in every place. Neil was in tears as he continued to watch as his body packed on the pounds of hard muscle, his career and lifestyle at risk with every flex. However, Neil’s increasing mass soon became the least of his worries as he saw the hair on his head fall down in front of his eyes and then disappear into the colourful void.

Instantly, Neil reached up to his head and grabbed at the remaining strands but even in his grasp they lifted from his scalp and disappeared. Neil sobbed as he looked at his fistfuls of hair and watched as they turned grey, he then looked at the back of his hands. Wrinkles, lines and grooves had appeared all of over them, as it became apparent to Neil what was happening and it made him scream. Neil simply wasn’t growing with muscle, that would be to easy; to get the type of mass and size Neil was currently growing to you had to work out in the gym for years and years, and that’s exactly what the void and green smoke was taking from him. He wasn’t just simply falling, he was falling through time.

By now the 21 year old had lost fourteen years of his life and gained nearly 150 pounds of muscle, but it seemed the void wasn’t quite finished yet. All Neil could do was scream and cry for help as he fell and the years slipped by, his body growing in mass and aging. While his pecs became fat muscular tits new wrinkles appeared on his face, while his thighs expanded and rubbed together a new dull ache appeared around his lower back and while his biceps became the size of bowling balls his stubble became peppered with grey hairs. The changes finally stopped when Neil had reached a staggering 280 pounds of muscle and at the age of 43 he looked good, but not for a previously 21 year old, 150 pound runway model. Neil sobbed as he looked at his ruined, cumbersome body, never again would he walk a runway as all he could do was waddle. Never would he wear designer suits and clothes as they would never fit him and never again would he model with his wrinkled face and bald head. Neil was on the verge of a breakdown, how had this happened to him? Why had this happened to him? And if he had stopped changing, then why was he still falling? The last of his questions was soon answered and Neil bawled as he found out why. While he now had the body of a 43 year old man, he was yet to receive the memories. Neil was heartbroken and defeated as the memories crammed their way into his brain. For 22 years Neil had trained intensely at the gym, going two or three times a day which meant never did he go out to parties, never did he stay out late and drink alcohol and not once did he go out to a nightclub. For the past twenty two years Neil had been dedicated to his body, he eat only chicken breast and rice, his treats were flavoured protein shakes, friendships and relationships now took a back seat and Neil started crying again as he now recollected that he had not even masturbated in the last two decades. He had become a professional bodybuilder, his size was unwieldy and clumsy and his lifestyle was repetitive and boring.

Neil was in tears as he prayed for all of this to just be some fucked up dream, that he had passed out at the fashion shoot and he’d wake up any minute in front of a worried photographer, but sadly as the falling stopped and the colours faded Neil found that it wasn’t the case. Standing dumbfounded Neil looked around at all the people rushing past him, with tears in his eyes he looked down and he wanted to cry out to them all to help but he couldn’t. Standing in nothing but a shiny pink posing thong and white flip flops the older, bulkier Neil waited for a third application of spray tan.

The young, runway model was pushed to the back of his mind as the bodybuilder took control, he had to be in the zone, he had to win this competition. Neil sobbed internally as his body had control now as he checked his phone and looked excitedly as the invitation to the magazine shoot in Bali, looking at the list of people invited he was going to be the biggest guy there and if he won this competition he’d also be the most popular.