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You sound frustrated! I can hear your thoughts all the way from the other side of the gym as though you were shouting.  I wondered where they’d been coming from but I can see the two of you now.  

Oh my, I see what you mean.  He’s certainly something, isn’t he?  That muscle shirt of his doesn’t leave much to the imagination.  I’m surprised he hasn’t broken in half with pecs that big and a waist that small, but I’m sure those round, solid cheeks help balance things out.  Though I have to admit, if I was flat on my back staring up at that impressive bulge like you are, I don’t know that I’d be thinking about his brain.  But, to each their own.  

He does have a rather bright, innocent smile, doesn’t he?  It seems to come so easily, and there’s not a single worry line on his smooth, young face.  That’s an oddity even for someone in their early twenties.  

You’ll be happy to know that your assessment was spot on.  Your handsome friend there really doesn’t do much reading.  As you’d expect, he spends his days sculpting that eye catching body and his nights reaping the benefits of that hard work.  He’s not unintelligent, per se.  Simple is a better term.  It’s not that he isn’t smart enough to read, he’d just rather have his big hands on a woman’s, or, that’s a pleasant surprise, man’s body than a book.  He’s a purely physical creature.

You were slightly off in your thinking that he wants others to be like him.  Right now, while you’re straining and sweating, he’s thinking about the redhead he hooked up with last night.  But if you’d like to change that, we certainly can!  Fortunately for you, unlike the buff young man, I’ve read plenty.  

Consider yourself lucky that you’re not within earshot of my chanting.  I’m trying to keep it to a whisper, but this poor man on the treadmill next to me will probably have nightmares for weeks.  But, as the saying goes, you can’t alter reality without breaking a few psyches, right?  

Pay attention, now.  The changes on his end will be subtle.  See him shake his head and blink like that?  His smile is fading, too.  Those sparkling blue eyes of his are starting to be ringed in by crows feet, and are those slight creases forming above his furrowed brow?  It can’t be comfortable to suddenly feel like you’re waking up and looking at the world for the first time.  All those things he never noticed or gave a second thought to are starting to jump out at him.  

You, friend, are one of those things.  He’s starting to notice how stressed out you seem.  Your form is tight and rigid, and he can see all those spots where you’ve been carrying tension around with you.  Now would probably be a good time for me to mention that this spell involves a bit of feedback.  You got to alter him, but in return he gets a crack at you.  I know, it’s not perfect, but it’s the best I could do on short notice and you seemed desperate.  

I think I jumped the gun earlier when I said he didn’t want people to be like him.  Looking at you, he’s thinking how much happier you’d be if you were the carefree kind of guy he used to be.  You should be flattered!  He’s thinking that you’re a good looking guy.  With a bit more muscle and less to worry about, you’d be perfectly happy.  Oh!  He’s taking it a step further.  You really won’t have much left to worry with...I mean, about.  Clothes?  Just a bother.  Job?  Who needs it.  Just build that body and then share it with everyone.  

Your shirt faded right away, didn’t it?  Not that it could have contained those broad new bowling ball shoulders of yours or that slab of a chest.  I just hope your shorts change before….there they go!  That wasn’t the direction I was expecting.  Instead of getting bigger to contain all that growth, those baggy basketball shorts shrunk right down.  They’re so small and tight on your inflated thighs that I can see the straps of your jock pressing out against them.  

Now that’s a smile!  All that worry literally just melted away from your face.  I’m sure the sudden drop in IQ didn’t hurt...ignorance is bliss, as they say.  Instead of listening to the demands of your brain, you’ll be driven by the demands of that hunky new body.  Just be careful!  Those tiny new shorts don’t leave much to the imagination and I can see that meaty hose twitching from here.  

Ah, the way he’s pulling you into the locker room it looks like he has the same idea.  It’s only fair that you help him relieve some of that tension his new cognitive capacity brought with it.  And don’t worry; those lingering shreds of your old self will fade quickly.  By the time your shorts are around your ankles there won’t be room up there for anything else, and by the time you two are finished you wouldn’t have it any other way.