Sam Matthews (Patreon)

He felt like his whole body had been through a full length tumbler program, his mouth was dry and he could see the room was brightly lit even before he opened his eyes. What the hell was going on? He was on his way home, was he not? Had there been an accident? Was he at the hospital?

As he adjusted to the blinding light, he quickly realized this was no hospital. Not a patient bed room at least. This looked like a gym. Better than a home gym, but smaller than a normal, commercial one. Only one of every machine. He was sitting in an abductor machine, the only machine here that could keep someone unconscious from falling out. He recognized the machine, and many of the others, from his X-fit place, though he barely ever used any of them. He’d tried them out a few times, but it was the climbing wall he kept going there for.

The room had black rubbery floor and all the walls he could see from where he was sitting had mirrors on them. Oddly he couldn’t see himself in the mirror. Instead he could only see some bare chested massive muscle freak oh my gods what has happened?!

In disbelief he looked down on his alien body. He didn’t recognize hardly anything he saw. Huge pecs above rippling abs and Adonis belt, pointing towards his huge bulge in his grey sweatpants. His? He had never seen them before. Never even heard about the gym on the logo. “One More Rep Academy”

He sat up properly and gazed into the mirror in front of him. His hair was different too. His face was different. What the hell was going on? There was a dorky necklace around his neck that created a reference point to show how enormous the rest of his upper body was. He moved his right arm around. A wave of pleasure flooded as the stiff and sore muscles got some movements in them. The massive muscles turned into footballs as he flexed his arm. He was weirdly disgusted and aroused at the same time. And confused. And sad. There would not be any more wall ascents from now on. How much heavier was he now? 50% more?

He stood up and walked around the big room. Except for the wall with the door, there were mirrors all around him. No windows. Damn, he was sore. But moving around felt really good. Absentmindedly he sat down again, now at the biceps curl machine, or whatever it might be called, and started doing a few reps. The ache was instantly drown out in waves of pleasure as he worked the muscles. He stopped and moved the peg down a bit. Never before would he even be close to that weight setting. He didn’t count, but it must have been at least 20 reps. As if he had completely forgotten that he was in an unfamiliar room, in unfamiliar clothes, in an unfamiliar body, he went through several more machines, working through the major muscle groups.

It was almost like he reached post wank clarity, though he really needed that as well. Panting lightly, he regained the realization of his situation as he caught himself staring at the door. He didn’t know why his first thought hadn’t been to rush out through it. Why had he spent so much time basically doing a work out routine? He walked to the door, opened it and stepped through.

Stepped right in front of a business casual young guy with a clipboard.
- Good afternoon, I’m Matthew Harrison, legal aide at Viral Moments Inc.
- What the fuck is going on?
He didn’t intend to come off so strong, by his booming voice took him by surprise. Looking to his side he could see cameras pointing in through the one way mirrors.
- You are the participant in a segment being recorded by Viral Moments Inc. I’m here to inform you of your rights as stated in the Paul Logan act of 2036.
- The Prank Act?
- Some call it that. The hidden camera part of the segment is now over. As stated by law you are guaranteed fair reimbursement for any damages and in addition SAG minimum wage. We go one step…
- SAG?
- Screen Actors Guild. We go one step further and award you a 15% revenue share of any residuals stemming from your participation. Given the channel size is almost 4 million subscribers, that can quickly be a lot. Just sign this release and indemnification form for me.
- I…. I don’t understand.
- Sign this paper and we’ll send you money.

He vaguely remember the Paul Logan act from his social media class in high school. “Always take the offer” was the only thing he remember his teacher had said. Mr Andrews was it? Hesitantly he signed the paper.

- Great. Here is your receipt. Next up is lunch. You must be hungry, with that body. After that we have styling and fitting, followed by photo shoot for the web site article and thumbnails. Finally a post prank interview by Brad and Tommy. Don’t worry, you’ll get the exclusive One More Rep guest duffel bag, filled with merch.

Sam barely paid any attention, and was just staring at the receipt. Most of what he could see under procedures were incomprehensible to him.  “Rhinoplasty”,  “DermaLox” and so on. But at the end were a few procedures he could understand. “Cognitive pattern shaping: Muscle workout 1-5″ and “Cognitive pattern shaping: Physique model 1 & 2″. What had he really agreed to?