Teaching A Lesson In Respect

So, fun fact, this is based on something I overheard in the gym last week. Needless to say it got my brain thinking about what I would do if I had the power to get a little revenge on folks who still use homophobic slurs in daily conversation and this was the result...

 “You can go heavier - don’t be a fag about it!”

That single sentence startled me out of the focused state I was in, promptly causing me to fail my rep on the chest press and quickly drop the dumbbells to the floor. It took a moment for me to realize that the words hadn’t been addressed to me at all but years of being insecure about my sexuality had led to a hyper-awareness of even the slightest trace of homophobia in public. My anxious brain had been quick to presume that the comment was directed towards me but I should have known better seeing as it came from the mouth of one of the most popular guys in the gym and he had never even looked twice at me before.

Truthfully I didn’t even know the guy’s name or anything about him, just that he was well-muscled, had a handsome face and was a self-employed personal trainer conducting business out of the gym I had frequently visited over the last two years. Given his size and physical beauty it was unsurprising that I had found myself watching him a fair few times during my own training sessions but that single sentence had exposed an ugliness that immediately turned me off and even sparked a righteous flame inside of me. It was twenty-nineteen for god’s sake, who the hell was still throwing around homophobic comments under the guise of ‘banter’?

Despite previously promising myself that I wouldn’t use my transformation powers on anybody in the gym, I knew that this tool had crossed a line and needed some level of punishment. If he thought that it was cool to throw words like ‘fag’ around so freely without considering who might be hurt by the term then he deserved to experience it from the other side of things. It was so easy to reach out to him with the magic I was concealing and initiate a transformation that would for sure cause him to consider his words more carefully in the future.

As he stood beside his client - almost as equally well-muscled - and barked orders, the young man began to feel a little light-headed. His stomach turned and he felt unsteady on his feet for a moment so chose to lean on the nearby weights rack to steady himself. He had no idea what had come over him in such a short space of time but how could he? It wasn’t as if he ever expected consequences for anything he said, he was the type of guy most people laid down for and let walk all over them, but not me. I had a plan.

With every curl of the barbell his client’s muscles were beginning to expand, his biceps bulging and thighs pushing his shorts to their very limit. Meanwhile the obnoxious white boy who had earned my ire stood by, unaware that he was beginning to lose muscle mass. Indeed it was being transferred to the guy who had been paying for his training services for the last few months without ever getting his full attention. I’d seen the way the he acted around his clients, always dismissing them in favour of chatting with his friends or sneaking in his own reps. I couldn’t possibly imagine why anyone would choose to pay for his services but I was confident that it wouldn’t be an issue for much longer.

By the time the client finished his twelfth rep and dropped the barbell to the ground he had far outgrown his trainer’s original size and now dwarfed the other’s diminished frame. Rising from the bench, I admired the nearly seven-foot giant as he pulled a few poses and then pat the smaller male beside him on the head in a patronizing fashion. “I think I’ll take it from here, little guy,” he declared, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers through my spine. Now that was a man! He walked off, leaving the stunned former personal trainer stood alone in the free weights area, dwarfed by absolutely everyone. His eyes wandered to the guys all around him and I could see the rising confusion in his look as he realized that he was no longer seeing them as his friends but rather objects to fuel his desire. 

Sensing his unease, I waved him over. “You feel like spotting me?” I asked, picking up the next heaviest set of dumbbells. I suddenly felt much more up for the challenge, particularly knowing that now I had broken my promise of using magic in the gym it wouldn’t be long until I used it to improve my own muscle mass. As expected the other shuffled closer, meekly introducing himself as Ellis, and unsubtly placed his delicate hands on my triceps as I began to push the weights up from my chest.

By the time I finished my set and dropped the weights with a deep grunt of my own, my new friend was sporting a tent in the shorts that now hung loose around his slender waist. His cheeks flushed pink as he realized that I had noticed his predicament but I was quick to reassure him that it was fine. It wasn’t uncommon for little guys like him to be attracted to bigger guys like him. Before I’d have my fun with him in the locker room though, I was going to convince him to try and flirt with some of the guys he used to hang out with. It wouldn’t just be to teach Ellis his lesson, but rather for my own entertainment and to see just how many other closet homophobes we’d find along the way who needed to be taught a similar lesson...