Chronivac AI Part 04

To Brandon’s surprise, the gym was incredibly active. He didn’t know what he should have expected, but the idea of a bunch of college guys waking up at 8am to workout was not something that he thought would happen. Especially on a Saturday morning after so many of them had probably been drinking the night before.

That didn’t seem to matter as sweat poured out of their bodies and coated their shirts. The dank smell filled his nose. To his surprise, he actually kind of liked it. Something about it just smelled right, and he gave a big whiff of it before he scolded himself for being weird. Even if it was just him breathing, if any of the guys here noticed, he’d never hear the end of it.

“YO!” a loud boisterous shout called over to him. It was Trenton. His massive arm was waving back and forth  “See coach! Told you he’d fucking make it.”

“Uh-huh,” Coach Sanders was shaking his head ever so slightly in embarrassment at the over excited nature of Trenton. He was a bit of an older man but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. If anything, he was more. His steely gaze could pierce through even the toughest of men and they would often do exactly what he said.

“Damn… I wish I could have seen him in his prime…” Brandon muttered to himself as he stared at Coach Sanders. Even if he wasn’t as wide and tall as Trenton, he still had a thick beefy body.  He’d clearly been working out with the students and making sure to be able to keep up with them. But with age also comes the inevitability of weight gain. Muscle had been packed underneath a layer of fat. However, he looked solid. With years of weight training, he was able to keep it trimmed up to a decent degree and channel a lot of it in his shoulders and arms. 

“So,” Coach Sanders looked down at Brandon. He was about 6’1” but Brandon thought the distance between them should have been a little greater. “You’ve been the one teaching Trenton here?”

“Yes sir,” Brandon’s whole body stiffened as he heard the light gravel coming from Coach Sanders’ voice. He nearly saluted as he chanted his reply.

It caused a bit of a grin to appear on the older man’s face. “Good boy,” he said. “Now I just need to get the rest of the guys’ grades up and we’ll be good.”

“I can help with that,” Brandon said. He didn’t even realize it’d come out of his mouth until it was out there. “I mean... I'm a pretty good tutor. Right?”

“Right!” Trenton added. He bent over and wrapped his arm around Brandon. “Taught me everything I know.”

Coach Sanders’ faint smile was just a tad bit more present. “Uh-huh,” he was fighting looking up to the ceiling in disbelief. “I’ll take your word for it. If some of the other students need help, I’ll send them your way.” He outstretched his hand.

Brandon accepted it. The hard calluses on his palms made him seem all the stronger, but he knew not to put too much strength behind. “Thank you sir,” Brandon said.

“Not a problem,” Coach said. He turned around and headed back towards his office.

Trenton let out a squeal in delight. His grip tightened against Brandon’s shoulders. “See! He’s finally off my back and now I can start to go out on the weekends again!” Brandon gave him a confused look. “Not on our study nights though.” He paused, really thinking about it. “Promise.”

“Ok?” Brandon replied. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say in response. If anything, he figured that the study sessions were going to start going down, not up. He was a little disappointed at the thought of not seeing Trenton all the time, but figured it would have to come eventually.

“Ok!” Trenton cheered. He flexed his whole body as he did so. “Let’s go get you changed and then we can work you out.”

It took quite a bit for Brandon not to let out a chuckle as Trenton sounded like he was on some kind of work out video. Though, his enthusiasm was still a bit contagious. Seeing just how excited the bulky giant was to get Brandon into the gym, almost made Brandon want to work out. It wasn’t something he’d ever done, but with Trenton it might have been a bit fun.

Brandon followed the big guy into the locker room and dropped his bag on the bench. He pulled off his shirt, but then felt really self conscious all of a sudden. Trenton was staring at him. Looking up and down his body in shock. “What?” Brandon pulled his shirt against his chest.

“Damn,” Trenton smiled. “I didn’t think you’d look like that…”

“Look like what?” Brandon was genuinely confused. He was supposed to be flat, maybe even a bit lumpy. But that’s not the way Trenton was looking at him. There was genuine surprise in his voice. Brandon quickly found a mirror and understood why. He would have expressed the same if Trenton hadn’t first.

Somehow his stomach was was pulled tightly against his hips. There was a small outline of six abs starting to form with two pecs right above them. Nothing too impressive for most of the guys in the gym, but his body was far more developed than he thought it ever should have been.

“You been lying to me?” Trenton’s taut belly jiggled while he laughed. His big hands rested on the protruding fat. “I thought you weren’t going to have any muscle. But there you are.”

“Yeah…” Brandon uttered. He lifted up his arm and gave it a flex. There was a muscle there. Not a big one, but bigger than what he thought it should have been. His bicep curled up into a bit of a ball. He’d never seen that before. At least not on his body.

“Got a new project?” A snide voice came from the other side of the locker room. Scott entered the locker room and dropped his bag on the bench with a thud. He had quite an attitude. Mostly because he’d become untouchable. He was good in football, wrestling and baseball. And none of the teachers were going to give him not passing grades. Not unless they wanted to speak to three separate coaches and the president of the university.

“Huh?” Trenton looked over. “Nah man. I just wanted to show him around. See if he’d like working out.”

“Sounds like a project,” Scott said. He was changing in the locker room like he didn’t have a care in the world. Maybe that’s because he didn’t have a reason to care as his firm trim muscles were sculpted to perfection. And the soft rod swinging between his legs, left nothing to the imagination. “Just try to keep him out of the way. Got it?”

His attention turned to Brandon, who replied, “Got it.”

“Good,” Scott nodded and headed out of the gym.

Trenton walked over and dropped down to his level again with his arm around his shoulders. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s just… Dedicated.”

“If he was more like me, he’d probably lose the attitude,” Brandon muttered.

“Maybe,” Trenton shrugged. “But let’s go get you a workout!”

“Right,” Brandon nodded. He finished putting on his workout clothes and headed back up into the gym.

They headed over to an open area of the gym and Trenton started to walk him through some stretches. Brandon went through the motions feeling his body start to loosen up. He was a lot more flexible than he thought he should have been. But his focus was more on the other guys currently working out. There were so many of them around and he thought he’d be worried about them glaring at him or something. To his surprise they were all so focused on their own workouts that it was like he didn’t even exist. Yet, for some reason, now he was craving their attention.

He swatted down the thoughts when he saw Ken. He didn’t expect someone like that to be down here. At least not during a peak time with so many of the athletes around. But there he was, down at the 15 pounds dumbbells going through exercises like everyone else. His smaller frail body made him terrible at sports, but something must have happened to where he wanted to make a change. It was clear that even after a year of working out, he’d only made it up to 15. But then again, that also meant that he at one point probably found the 5 pounds weights to be difficult.

“Hey Chronivac,” Brandon said. He’d pulled out his phone with the app open. “I think I’d like to make a change.”

‘Of course,’ the app wrote back. ‘What would you like to change?’

“I’d like to see Ken get huge. Like bodybuilder sized.”

‘Of course. But may I offer a suggestion?’

“A suggestion?”

‘Yes. Based on my data there are a few other things that could make it more interesting. Would you like me to add those?’

“I don’t know… What are they?”

‘With each rep Ken will grow more and more muscular than he currently is. He will only be partially aware of the changes but his personality will change as he grows. As he grows he will eventually muscle his way past Scott, who will stare at him with envy.’ The app paused for a second. ‘Please reply yes if you would like to make those changes.’

“Yes!” Brandon raised his voice in the excitement. That was so much better than what he was thinking. He could already feel himself getting a little hard as the thought of it washed over him. The amount of detail made it far more interesting than he would have ever imagined. And with him still stretching he had the perfect view.

Brandon watched as Ken picked up the 10 pound weights. The small guy looked a bit tired. But the moment he pumped out a few reps with them, confusion swept his face. He pumped out a few more reps then looked down at the weight again. The confusion was even more prevalent. Ken knew he picked it up. He knew he wanted to work out with it. But it was so light.

He went to 15 pounds. Then it was the same thing. His face scrunched up as his nose twisted slightly. ‘Why am I using this?’ the question was firmly planted on his face. But at the same time his body was slowly starting to change. The thin almost anemic muscles on his body were starting to develop. There was an ever so slight change but it was clearly there.

Then there were the 20s. Those had to be too much. Right? He’d been too nervous to even pick them up. But with how light the 15 pounds weights were, they couldn’t be that bad. He stared them over like they were going to bite him. ‘What are you doing?’ the question rang in his head and he fought his fear. He picked those 20 pound weights up and banged out another 12 reps. The first rep was a bit of a struggle but it seemed to get easier with each one.

Ken stared at them. This didn’t make any sense. ‘Why am I using such light weights?’ Then that question didn’t make sense. Wasn’t 20 pounds too heavy? But now it’s too light. He rolled up his sleeve and gave his arm a flex. There was definitely a bicep now. Nothing too big, but it balled up into a sphere. But the same was happening to the rest of his body. Every muscle in him was developing into something far stronger. If he’d pulled up his shirt, he would have seen abs. Or his developing pecs. It was the same with his butt as it rounded out and filled out even more.

‘So 25 it is,’ Ken told himself as he picked them up. Then it was the same as it had been. But even on the first rep they already felt almost too light. He went past the normal 12 reps and up to 15, but it still didn’t feel like anything. Barely even a warm up. “What’s wrong with me?” he wondered as he stared down at the light weight. It didn’t make sense. But at the same time, he knew that it was too light.

He looked over his body again, currently stretching out his medium sized shirt. He’d liked wearing this super hero shirt when he started out because one day he wanted to see himself like that. Apparently that day had come far sooner than he’d expected. And to make it even worse, that meant this old shirt would have to eventually go into the trash. He could already feel it stretching around his biceps and when he’d pull his arms up, it’d rise up showing off his bottom abs.

Part of him was wondering how he’d still get it on over his body. And another remembering how it always felt so large on him. ‘Enough reminiscing, you have a workout to do,’ Ken told himself. And then answered with a dutiful, ‘Right.’ His eyes wandered over to the 30 pound weights and he gripped them. But before he lifted them up, he knew they were too light. 35 it is.

Ken gripped the 35 pound ones and pumped out another 12 reps. However, as he was approaching 12 he could already feel the superhero shirt straining against his muscles. With each rep, it threatened to rip just that much more. The seams stretched and whined under his growing arms. But as he hit 12 a loud rip rang through the gym. He looked down to see the divot between his pecs where the shirt had once been.

He used his hands to rip the rest of the shirt down the middle while his biceps had already broken free from their confines. “Damn… I look good,” Ken praised his body. Two firm pecs were in front of him while a solid set of abs adorned the rest of his torso. He could see the Adonis belt dipping into his shorts and used the shirt he’d been wearing as a rag to wipe off whatever sweat was on his body. He gave himself a flex, showing off his 15 inch arms, but quickly turned around to pick up his shirt.

It had the logo of one of the companies he’d bought protein powder from. There were so many bodybuilders online who had the same one and he wanted to make sure he looked the part. Even if he wasn’t as big as them now, maybe one day. But right now he had to get that shirt on or get yelled at by one of the coaches. The large shirt fit pretty good on him, plenty of room to grow into.

Ken looked down at the 40 pound weights. Those were way too light. But the 45s were taken by Scott. He was currently going through his warm up. ‘I’ll just go to 50s then,’ Ken told himself. He wasn’t even fazed by the jump. It took a bit of effort to get past Scott, but Ken eventually muscled his way over to the 50s.

“Hey asshole. I’m working out here,” Scott growled.

“Yeah, and I’m going here,” Ken said. He pointed down at the 50 pound weights.

Scott looked back at the other man. Something about this situation didn’t sit right with him. He recognized the man as Ken, but he was also staring eye to eye with the man. “Well I’m about to move up to those. So don’t use those.”

“Dude,” Ken rolled his eyes. There wasn’t a hint of fear in them. “Don’t be a dick just cause I’m stronger than you. I’ll just use them for a second then put them back. Okay?”

“Like Hell you’re stronger than me!” Scott pointed his finger into Ken’s chest.

Ken just laughed. “It’s fine man. I’ll just go up to 55 pounds then.”

This only offended Scott even more. “You calling me weak? You think I won’t be using those too?”

But Ken didn’t react. At least not the way Scott would have wanted him to. Instead of cowering in fear, he just snorted out a laugh. “Dude,” Ken said, trying his best to sound reasonable. “I’m just trying to work out.”

That wasn’t enough for Scott. He seemed to be gritting his teeth in anger. Something about Ken pissed him off, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. “Then how about a challenge?” Scott offered.

“Challenge?” Ken chuckled at the suggestion. He was just trying to use some weights but Scott was getting so emotional about it. It didn’t seem normal, but that also didn’t mean Ken wasn’t down for one. “Like what?”

“A lifting competition dumbass. Guy who can lift more gets to use the weights,” Scott said.

Ken snorted. “Sure man. As long as I get my workout in, I don’t give a shit. Start with these?” He picked up the 55 pound weights and went through 12 reps again. Surprisingly, these were too light too. And they only seemed to get lighter with each rep. At the same time, any space in his large shirt that he was wearing was rapidly starting to disappear. He could feel his arms starting to tug at the sleeves and his chest was pushing out even further than it had before.

Scott rolled his eyes at the display and picked up the same weights. He wasn’t going to be shown up. Not by someone like Ken. Twelve reps later and Scott give a defiant, “There.” Then dropped them back down on the rack.

“Now 60?” Ken smirked. He could already see the sweat starting to form around the other man’s brow. Scott had already started his workout, so this little challenge probably wasn’t the best time for him either. But to Ken, he still felt like it was the start. Like his muscles were barely even sore and he could still go for another 2 or three hours. And even more strangely, he felt like he was looking down at Scott.

Being 6’2” though, there weren’t too many people who Ken would look up to. But there was that nagging feeling that Scott was supposed to be big. The thought just made Ken’s smile broad. He picked up the 60 pound weights and pumped out another 12 reps. With each rep he could feel the shirt closing in on him. It rose slightly above his shorts, but then grew another size up. But that didn’t seem to change the fact that his 18 inch arms still filled his sleeves. It still hugged tightly to his chest but dangled loosely around his much thinner waist. His short had changed as well. Now gripping his massive quads and going all the way down over his diamond shaped calves.

Ken took a step back and held his open palm towards the weights. Scott glared at him as he picked up the 60 pound weights. He picked them up. However, it wasn’t nearly as easy as the 55 pound weights had been. His muscles burned with each rep. Almost feeling like they were on fire. “Damn it,” he grit his teeth making sure to get the last rep out.

“Woah… You’re not getting tired on me, are you?” Ken mocked. He could see through Scott’s red faced glare. His attention went back to his work out. A thought about his sponsor shot through his head. He could have a little bit of fun, but still needed to make sure to get in a decent workout.

He grabbed the 65 pound weights and pumped out another 12 reps. Each one made his already round bicep bulge with even more power. The sleeves on his shirt were starting to strain against the growing size. Each rep pumped him up just a little bit more. Already big bloated muscle somehow grew even more. Then he finished. “You’re turn.”

Scott looked down at the weights. Suddenly he felt something weird. A feeling he never really felt before. It was fear. The more he looked at the weights, the more he didn’t even want to try picking them up. But he’d been there before. He’d lifted them plenty of times. But something was telling him not to. “Quit being such a pussy,” he insulted himself.

It seemed to motivate him enough to grab the weights and pick them up. To his surprise they were far heavier than he expected. Scott powered through as much as he could. There was no way he was going to let someone like Ken show him up. He wasn’t some pussy ass bitch. But he couldn’t do it. By rep 8 he felt his biceps give out and he had to set the weights back down on the stand.

Confusion covered his face. “What the fuck… I was able to do that last week…”

“It’s alright big guy,” Ken said. He pulled his phone out and snapped a picture. “I’ll make sure to get you some of my special protein powder.”

Scott looked more confused than ever. He didn’t know what was going on. On a conscious level he knew Ken was being sponsored by some big company but for some reason that didn’t seem right. And moreover, what was this strange feeling he had when Ken’s sweaty body touched him. Scott did everything he could to ignore it, but the feeling only grew stronger.