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Thanks to @rowdy317 for creating this video. 💨💪

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Nerdy Film & English teacher here, I feel like some Red would really revitalise my life right now, especially since so many things seem to be going wrong for me these past few weeks!

Since Israel and Iran had declared war on each other, Henry had been afraid that a new world conflict might break out. He was sleeping worse and worse and struggled to stay on his feet throughout the day. One day, he came across an advertisement for a new energy drink called “Red.” He figured it might help him stay focused while teaching his English classes.

He had just finished his English class and could already feel the fatigue setting in. He grabbed a can of “RED” and drank it all, hoping to regain some energy just like the advertisement had promised, before heading into his next class.

No sooner had he finished the can than the drink did exactly what it was made to do. A thick cloud of red smoke poured from his mouth, and all his memories came rushing into his head. He had no idea what was happening to him.

He saw himself as a child again, with his parents, moving house once more. His parents had just been transferred to another military base. As a kid, it had been hard for him to make friends — he was constantly changing schools because of all the moves. He hated his parents’ job because of that.

They, on the other hand, were proud to be in the military and to serve their country. But Henry didn’t feel the same way. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he would never join the military.

As a child, he found escape in superhero movies. He loved them. He bought every bit of merchandise he could find.

Henry was gay, and he embraced it fully. He remembered the first time he met his boyfriend — at the cinema, during a screening of a Marvel movie. His boyfriend shared the same passion, which instantly brought them closer.

He also remembered his first day on the job as an English teacher. For him, it was an honor to do that work. He had always wanted to share his knowledge with others.

And more recently, he saw himself at home, watching the news as the conflict between Israel and Iran escalated. It triggered an irrational fear in him — the fear of a potential world war. He was terrified that one day, he might be drafted into the army to serve his country, just like his parents had been.

The smoke kept pouring from his mouth, and a wave of heat washed over him. His memories began to shift.

He saw himself as a child again, raised under the strict discipline of his parents, who had forced him to undergo military training to toughen his character. He had hated it, but he admitted that, during his teenage years, it had helped him build a strong physique — which, deep down, had made it easier for him to attract other guys.

He had still met his boyfriend at the cinema, during a screening of a Marvel movie, and they shared the same passion. But he had kept their relationship a secret, afraid of what others might think… especially his parents.

Even at work, as an English teacher, no one knew anything about his personal life. He preferred to keep all of that to himself.

When the conflict between Israel and Iran was announced, he hadn’t been all that surprised. And if it ever turned into a world war… he knew he’d be ready for it.

As these new memories erased the old ones, his body began to change. He became a more muscular, more assertive version of himself — as if this rewritten past was now reshaping his reality.

As the smoke kept flowing from his mouth, strangely, he felt less stressed about the conflict between Israel and Iran. He hadn’t slept in days and was completely exhausted, but now, it was as if, in the blink of an eye, all his anxiety had vanished.

Then, another wave of heat surged through his entire body — raw, intense, almost uncontrollable energy. His memories began to rush through his mind once again.

He saw himself eagerly going through the military training his parents had once forced on him. And this time, he loved it. He craved the adrenaline it gave him. He loved it so much that he eventually asked his parents to enroll him in a military academy.

There, he built a solid, powerful body. Later, joining the army had felt like the obvious path. He had only one passion in life: the military. He was obsessed with it. At home, he had a collection of replica weapons, miniature vehicles, and model warplanes.

One day, when a new war movie was released in theaters, he went to see it. On his way out, he crossed paths with a slightly effeminate guy who had just seen a Marvel film. He looked at him with disgust. He couldn’t understand how a man could love another man. To him, a man had to be strong. Alpha.

These new memories reshaped his reality one last time.

His already muscular body grew even more massive. And his clothes transformed into a full military uniform.

The smoke finally faded, giving way to Henry’s new reality.

Today, he stood in a classroom — no longer as a teacher, but to speak about his career as a soldier. He explained that there was no need to fear a new world war: the army was there to protect them.

And if they wanted to, the army was recruiting.

He even offered the students who were interested the chance to join the ranks, adding that anyone who signed up would receive a can of “RED” as a gift.

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Can I have a case of red? Im tall but skinny. Wonder what efect the drink will have on me?

Thomas was on his way to work, cutting through the city stadium.He had just received his order of “RED.”

He’d seen a somewhat narcissistic YouTuber talk about it, praising the energy boost the drink was supposed to give.

Thomas was very tall and skinny.His body burned through energy fast, and he often experienced crashes during the day.So he figured it was a good idea to give it a try.

While sipping on his can of “RED”, he thought back to that YouTuber, boasting about all the positive effects the drink could provide, and wondered if he’d feel any of them himself.

More than anything, he just wanted to get through a workday without that usual, crushing fatigue.

He drank the can to the very last drop.

He enjoyed the sparkling red berry flavor.

As soon as the can was empty, Thomas started coughing up a cloud of red smoke. Completely shocked by what was happening, he saw his memories swirl around in chaos.

It started with his rough teenage years.

His height and thin frame had always been a source of insecurity.Like most teens, he hadn’t escaped ridicule. They used to call him “the pole” or even “the skeleton.”

He’d always struggled to gain weight. His body demanded way too many calories, and because of that, he constantly looked a little sickly.

After finishing high school, he had no real ambition for the future.He didn’t know what kind of work he wanted to do. It’s now been eight years since he started working at the small convenience store in his hometown. At first, it was just supposed to be temporary — a stopgap until he figured things out.But in the end, he never left. He hated the job. Seeing the same village faces every day, running into former classmates who had clearly succeeded in life… it made him feel a bit more pathetic every day. He lived alone.

He knew his life sucked. But unfortunately, his metabolism held him back in everyday life. Any motivation to change would quickly fade.

Then he felt a powerful surge of energy course through his body — like a wave of intense heat. He had never felt anything like it before. That energy… the one he had always dreamed of.

New memories began reshaping his reality. He saw himself as a teenager again, still mocked by others… but this time, he fought back. He started working out to change his body. After years of dedication, he managed to build a muscular frame. Still slim, sure, but no longer sickly-looking. He had gained confidence.

He still worked at the village convenience store… but no longer as just an employee. This time, he was the owner. Two years earlier, his boss had offered to sell him the place. It wasn’t his dream, but owning his own business was a solid opportunity.

He was in a relationship with a woman he had met at the shop. They had recently moved in together.

He wasn’t sure if all of this was real… but he liked these memories. This life felt good.

And as the memories settled into reality, his body continued to transform. He became more muscular, more confident.

He didn’t understand what was happening. But just as he was starting to grasp that his body had changed, that energy returned — stronger than before. It was like an adrenaline explosion. The sensation was incredible. He felt powerful. And while that rush flowed through him, the memories kept shifting.

He saw himself again in those teenage years, mocked for his appearance… but this time, he didn’t back down. He remembered the massive surge of anger, that moment he charged at the group of teens and beat the crap out of them. Adrenaline had taken over. He lost control. And he’d managed to scare them. In fact, everyone was scared now…

For Thomas, that was the turning point. He would never let anyone walk over him again.

He changed everything: his diet, his routine. He ate massive amounts of food to bulk up and threw himself into weight training. And now those rewritten memories were taking physical form. His body morphed into a mountain of muscle. He lost his hair from a flood of testosterone, but a thick red beard grew in, giving him an impressive look.

He owed that physique in part to the city’s rugby club, where he had enrolled. He quickly became a key player — a cornerstone of the team. They called him “The Mountain.” Few teams ever managed to beat them.

Thomas was fully dedicated to his club. He even coached the younger players.

He had bought the convenience store where he used to work, but had turned it into a bar. He wanted to transform the place he once hated. And he did. It became the team’s headquarters — always buzzing with people, full of life.

He lived with the woman he’d met at the old shop. But sadly for her, she had become the most cheated-on woman in the village.

Thomas had an endless sex drive. Probably another side effect of all that testosterone. He didn’t care if it was with women or men.

He’d already slept with a few of his gay teammates — they’d even given him a nickname: “ The Ass Breaker.”

The transformation came to an end. His clothes turned into a rugby kit. Old memories faded. New ones took their place.

And the new reality came to life.

The smoke stopped pouring from his mouth. The skinny Thomas was gone. Now, only the rugby-playing Thomas remained.

He grabbed his can of “RED” before heading to training, and with a smirk, wondered whose ass he’d be taking after practice.

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hey, I would like to order some Red. I've heard it tastes amazing. I've always been your average small guy. I look up to everyone. I've always been one of those tech nerds. Never seeing the outdoors much

Ben was a geek, passionate about video games and new technologies. He had a YouTube channel and streamed live on Twitch. That night, he planned to stream the latest game released on PS5. He wasn’t much of an athlete—quite the opposite. He rarely went out, didn’t like sports, and was rather skinny. But, as usual, he was counting on an energy drink to keep him awake all night. In his emails, he had come across an ad for a new energy drink, designed for athletes and available in limited quantities. He figured that, like the others, it would probably help him stay awake for his stream. And sure enough, his order had just arrived.

There was a slogan printed on the back of the can: “Awaken your power, activate the RED.” Even though he knew all energy drinks were more or less the same, he was curious to see if this one would give him more energy than usual. The drink had a red berry flavor—sweet with a slightly tangy edge. He drank it to the last drop before launching his live stream.

As soon as he finished the can, the side effects began. Ben didn’t understand what was happening to him. A thick red cloud of smoke escaped from his mouth, and all the memories of his life began flashing before his eyes.

He saw himself as a child, one Christmas morning, receiving his very first gaming console. It was his best memory. His parents didn’t have much money at the time, but they had saved up just to get it for him.

From that day on, he became a huge fan of video games, spending all his free time in front of his console. He had a soft spot for role-playing games—especially those with vast immersive worlds like The Witcher, Final Fantasy, Elden Ring… They were more than games to him—they were worlds where he could escape, become someone else, someone strong and powerful.

Despite his introverted side, he was a kind person who genuinely liked people. During his teenage years, he wasn’t the most popular kid, but he was still well-liked, despite being a bit of a geek. He hated PE at school. He remembered a soccer game where he took a ball to the face and became the laughingstock of the class. From that day on, he avoided sports as much as possible.

Later, he started his YouTube channel to share his love for video games and new tech. During his livestreams, he always made sure to engage with his community and answer all their questions.

But the drink kept working, and Ben felt a powerful energy surging through his body. New memories—ones that hadn’t existed before—started to appear and blend with the old ones.

He remembered that same Christmas when he received his first console… except this time, he got a soccer game with it. It wasn’t the game he had wanted, but he ended up enjoying it and became really good at it. He even became a football fan. When he wasn’t on his console, he was out playing soccer with his friends. He developed a passion for sports games, and at school, PE became his favorite subject. He was popular, and everyone loved him. Later, he created a YouTube channel dedicated to sports games, which became a big success.

As those new memories took shape, Ben struggled to figure out what was real and what wasn’t. But this new reality started to grow on him… and soon, his body began to change as well. He became more muscular, his clothes transformed, and even his overall look began to shift.

A new surge of energy—stronger than before—rushed through his body. He felt excited by this strange force. The red smoke kept pouring out of his mouth, and his memories continued to change… and then vanish.

He remembered that same Christmas again… but this time, he didn’t get a console at all. His parents couldn’t afford it. Instead, they gave him a soccer ball. He was so angry that he kicked it with all his strength—straight into a window, which shattered. Of course, he was punished. It was the worst Christmas of his life.

He never discovered his love for video games. Instead, he found his passion for sports. As a kid, he spent all his time outside, playing soccer with his friends.

He had a complicated relationship with his parents, who could never afford to give him what he truly wanted. As a teenager, he became selfish and arrogant. He was the jock in class. Some admired him, others feared him. He wasn’t exactly a good person, but he had charisma—and that made him the most popular guy in school.

He loved sports. He loved the adrenaline of training, the rush of power it gave him. He built a strong, athletic body. He knew he was attractive, and he used it to his advantage.

He launched a YouTube channel to share fitness tips. It was a massive hit. But that wasn’t all—he also created an OnlyFans account where he uploaded his workout routines… fully nude. That, too, was a huge success. He made a fortune.

Thanks to the body he had built, he could now buy everything he ever wanted. As his old memories vanished, along with the red smoke still pouring from his mouth, his new reality fully took shape. His body became even more muscular, his clothes turned into workout gear, and his bedroom morphed into a fully equipped gym—where he now filmed all his videos.

The old Ben, the geek, was gone. He had never existed. Only the athletic and arrogant Ben remained in this new reality. He was just about to start his fitness livestream, and he fully intended to talk about this new energy drink—RED—which he now found incredibly effective for training.

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Red

Red is a limited edition drink. If you’re interested, feel free to place your order with me.

(No worries if I take a little time to write the stories.)

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New reality part 3

The product designed by Philippe, meant to revolutionize physical performance, turned into a nightmare when it spread into the air as a red mist. This vapor radically transformed both Philippe and Director Duval, rewriting their reality: once a brilliant scientist and a respected businessman, they became arrogant gym rats, obsessed with their bodies, oozing testosterone, selfish, and sleeping with any man they came across.

In this new reality, Pierre — the former director — sold off the family pharmaceutical company to turn it into a massive fitness complex, a place dedicated to his training and new lifestyle. The lab itself was completely transformed into a gym, perfectly aligned with his new existence.

But the strange red mist didn’t just rewrite the lives of Philippe and Pierre. Once Pierre’s new identity took hold, the entire building was swallowed by the thick red fog. The facility slowly reshaped into a sports complex, altering the reality of everyone present inside. Among them were Bastien and Greg — two scientists caught in the middle of their workday.

When the mist seeped into their lab, Bastien and Greg barely had time to react. Within seconds, the air was filled with the strong scent of sweat.

The reaction was immediate: thick red smoke escaped from their mouths.

For Bastien, memories flooded back at high speed. He saw himself again in the modest apartment where he grew up, raised by loving parents who worked hard to give him a better future. Thanks to their sacrifices, he had left the tough neighborhood behind, made it into good schools, and eventually became a scientist at Duval Labs. He remembered his childhood friend — the one he had always secretly loved — whom he eventually married.

For Greg, the experience was just as brutal. He relived the bullying he endured every day at school for being gay. The mockery, the isolation, until one dark night when he tried to take his own life. His mother stopped him just in time. After they moved, he pursued his education in silence, hiding who he truly was. He graduated, joined Duval Labs, and kept his romantic life a secret.

The red smoke kept pouring from their mouths as memories continued to shift — some fading, others taking their place.

Bastien now saw himself growing up in a rough neighborhood, hanging around bad influences — the very people his parents tried so hard to keep him away from. Despite their efforts, he ended up admiring the older, tougher guys from the block. In his late teens, he eventually pulled away from that lifestyle and focused on his future. Boxing and bodybuilding helped him gain respect early on. He was still in a relationship with his childhood best friend, despite a complicated history between them.

Greg remembered the boy who bullied him relentlessly, calling him slurs. One day, in tears, he ran as far as he could. That moment felt like a release — like something inside him had been freed. Sports saved his life. Over time, he faced his abusers head-on and embraced being gay. Eventually, the bullying stopped, and people began to admire his impressive physique.

As these new memories rooted themselves, their bodies began to transform — swelling with muscle, growing more imposing by the second.

The red mist dug deeper, reshaping their past entirely.

Bastien now remembered trying to steal a car with some local thugs. His parents had failed to keep him away from trouble. He never finished school — too busy dealing and running the streets. He idolized the older guys with muscle and presence. Boxing and bodybuilding gave him that same powerful image. One day, he met Pierre Duval — a rich kid who offered him a boxing coach position at his new gym. It was the perfect opportunity: doing what he loved, well paid, in a space that matched his personality. Years of bad influences had hardened him — confident, but not someone you could easily trust. He never saw his childhood friend again; she had cut ties. When it came to relationships, he identified as bi — some of the guys he admired, he ended up sleeping with.

Greg’s past had twisted as well. He remembered that same bully, but now, he was the one who snapped. He flipped the script and became the aggressor. The other boy eventually attempted suicide. After that, Greg’s parents transferred him to another school. But Greg didn’t care — he swore he’d never be a victim again. He embraced who he was, built up his body, and earned the admiration of his peers. Years later, he ran into his old bully and learned the truth: the kid was gay too. They began seeing each other and eventually became a free couple. Greg was truly happy.

He got a job as a coach in the newly transformed sports complex — a revolutionary gym where he could meet new guys, have fun, and enjoy life with his partner’s full support.

As their new memories fully took hold, overwriting the past, their physical transformation intensified. Their features sharpened, their bodies bulked up, and their posture became naturally confident — almost cocky.

Their new reality took over completely, erasing all traces of their former lives. The red mist slowly faded, revealing a fully redesigned space: the lab had become a cutting-edge gym. Bastien and Greg were now ready to coach any man striving for the perfect body — and explore pleasures far beyond training.

The red mist had changed everyone present that day. Philippe would never know, but he had triggered it all.

And though the red cloud has vanished from sight, it hasn’t truly disappeared.

It found another way to fulfill its purpose. Quietly. Elsewhere.

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New reality part 2

Director Duval, enthusiastic about Philippe’s recent progress, was eager to see this revolutionary project come to fruition. Suddenly, he remembered he had left a folder with the latest developments back in the lab. Without wasting any time, he decided to return to retrieve it.

Just as he was about to open the lab door, a thick cloud of red smoke suddenly billowed out. Director Duval froze, horrified by the scene unfolding before his eyes. A pungent, acrid stench of sweat filled his nostrils, making him instinctively recoil.

The dense red cloud spread rapidly, engulfing the entire hallway. Caught off guard, Director Duval felt his nose assaulted by the nauseating, persistent smell — a mix of sweat, iron, and stale locker room. For a brief moment, he had the strange sensation of stepping into a cramped gym, saturated with sweat.

A sharp, violent pain shot through his stomach. Director Duval tensed, his face contorted in agony. The acrid smoke he had unwittingly inhaled seemed to trigger strange and unsettling effects within him. Terrified, panic surged through him.

The pain grew unbearable. Wracked with spasms, Pierre Duval felt a burning surge rise in his throat… but instead of vomiting, a thick red cloud of smoke burst from his mouth. Horrified, the director staggered. Memories came flooding back: his gilded childhood in the vast family mansion, the privileges of his status, the legacy of an empire built by his father, founder of Duval Laboratories. Prestigious schools, a carefully mapped-out career… He saw himself again, an ambitious young man, becoming his father’s worthy successor, propelling the company to the pinnacle of the pharmaceutical industry. Always hungry for success, he excelled at scouting talent — like the brilliant Philippe and his promising project, the one meant to make him even more powerful. But now, the future wavered, lost in this toxic haze…

The memories blurred and twisted. Pierre Duval was no longer 59… he was 30. Amidst the chaos in his mind, the truth emerged: he had never been a wanted child, an accident born late in his parents’ lives. His father, whom he lost at a very young age, never had the chance to show him affection or recognition. This absence consumed him, driving him to excel in a desperate quest for the posthumous love of an absent father. Despite his youth, he had become one of the brightest directors in the pharmaceutical world, elevating the family business to the top. But now, as his body transformed and inexplicably rejuvenated, his mind wavered…

More memories flooded in. As a teenager, Pierre had turned to bodybuilding to channel the anger and emptiness left by a distant father. He had always known he wasn’t a wanted child. Upon his father’s death, he inherited the family business — a burden he had never wanted. His professional dreams lay elsewhere, but the weight of the Duval name forced him to take the helm. Though lacking passion, he managed to keep the company afloat — never the market leader, but profitable enough.

As these memories surged, he felt his body changing. His muscles swelled, his frame became more massive, more athletic. Under the mysterious smoke’s influence, his physique rapidly evolved, reflecting the determined young man he had once been and the strength he had patiently built over the years.

Pierre’s memories blurred and shifted. He now saw himself as an arrogant teenager, shaped by the privileges of wealth. Time and again, he had narrowly escaped expulsion from public schools, saved at the last moment by his family’s fortune. The hatred between him and his father was mutual. The elder Duval had tried �� unsuccessfully — to bring his son into the company. But Pierre preferred the pleasures of Ibiza, squandering his inheritance on wild parties and encounters with men — an orientation that only fueled his father’s rage.

After his father’s death, Pierre maintained some control over company decisions, ensuring the profits continued to fund his decadent lifestyle. As these rewritten memories cemented in his mind, his body kept transforming. His features sharpened, his hairstyle changed, giving him a more confident, assured look.

The transformation was nearly complete. Pierre, the spoiled rich kid, had always preferred indulging in the family fortune: extravagant parties, countless male lovers, and, above all, endless hours at the gym. After his father’s death — a man he had never truly connected with — Pierre made a bold choice: he sold the pharmaceutical empire and turned it into… a gym. A place that reflected his passions, where he could train and meet attractive men.

There, he met Philippe — a kindred spirit — who had an idea for a revolutionary energy drink designed to boost physical performance. Convinced, Pierre invested a large part of his inheritance into the project. As his final memories solidified, his body completed its transformation: he now wore the attire of a seasoned athlete, his skin adorned with tattoos, symbols of the new life he had embraced.

The old Pierre was gone. The strange smoke had rewritten his reality entirely. Now, he loved who he was: a confident, powerful man, accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. And at that very moment, the thought of taking Philippe on one of the gym machines was making him rock-hard under his shorts.

To be continued…

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New reality part 1

In the high-tech laboratories of the Duval pharmaceutical group, excitement was in the air. After months of research, Philippe, a talented young scientist, had just developed a first prototype of a drug designed to enhance athletic performance. Curious about the results, the CEO himself, Mr. Duval, came down to discuss it with him.

- Well, Philippe, how is that famous sample coming along? Are the initial results living up to our expectations?”

- Yes, Mr. Duval. The formula looks very promising. Preliminary tests show a significant improvement in endurance and muscle strength. So far, no major side effects have been observed.”

- Excellent work. Keep going. This product could truly revolutionize our industry… and our market share.”

In the quiet of the lab, Philippe continued his trials. Focused, he carefully analyzed the red solution he had just synthesized. The goal was clear: to stabilize the formula and create a solid version, easier to use and more effective. But for now, the product remained too unstable. Philippe stayed cautious: he still didn’t know what side effects might occur.

While handling the sample, Philippe accidentally dropped it. The flask shattered on the table. Within seconds, the liquid reacted violently with the air, turning into a thick cloud of red smoke. Panicked, Philippe stumbled backward, horrified by what was unfolding before him.

Within seconds, the entire laboratory was engulfed in a dense red fog. The air became heavy, saturated with a strange scent — a mix of locker room sweat and gym odor. Philippe, frozen in panic, tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Suddenly, a violent pain struck Philippe’s stomach, as though his intestines were being crushed from the inside. The acrid, nauseating smell grew unbearable. Clutching his abdomen, he had no idea what was happening to him.

The pain became unbearable. Bent double, Philippe suddenly felt a thick red smoke burst from his mouth. In a panic, he couldn’t grasp what was happening. Memories came flooding back: a childhood marked by loneliness, teased by classmates for his shyness, distant parents who didn’t understand him. A brilliant student, he had found refuge in his studies, eventually being recruited by the Duval pharmaceutical group. But in his personal life, Philippe had remained a loner — few friends, one short-lived relationship… Even now, he never quite knew how to connect with others.

The memories kept shifting… something was changing. New images began replacing the old ones: yes, he had been a lonely child, but during adolescence, he had chosen to turn that loneliness into strength. He had started bodybuilding, seeking acceptance — from others and from himself. He could no longer stand the sight of his weak, frail body in the mirror. Though no longer top of his class, he had graduated and been recruited by Duval.

As these new memories rewrote his story, a new reality took hold: his body was transforming, muscles growing, his shape evolving. Philippe, confused, could no longer tell what was real and what was not.

Philippe’s memories — and reality — kept shifting. He now remembered always having been intelligent and popular. Arrogant and vain, he had embraced bodybuilding to sculpt the perfect physique — one he admired in other men, as women had never interested him.

His grades, though average despite his high IQ, had never mattered much next to his passion for sport. He had pursued a career in research to develop products that would push the body’s limits. The Duval group had hired him not for his grades, but for his charisma and ambition.

As these memories took root, his body kept changing: his muscles swelled, every fiber reshaped, reinforcing this new version of himself. Philippe could no longer tell what was real and what was imagined.

Philippe’s reality kept rewriting itself. He had never been particularly bright — academics were never for him. Sport was his world. Arrogant, self-absorbed, he had built a dream body, overflowing with testosterone. Proud of his sexuality, he was 100% gay and obsessed with the perfect, muscular male form.

One day, determined to create his own line of energy drinks for athletes, he had ended up in the Duval group’s laboratories. Now, as his body continued to transform, his clothes changed too, morphing into tight gym wear — the perfect reflection of who he truly was.

The transformation was complete. Now, it was as if the old Philippe had never existed. Only this new reality remained: a confident man, proud of his sculpted physique. He loved showing off his muscles — every pose a display of power and masculinity.

To be continued…

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A special kind of cannabis part 3

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A special kind of cannabis part 2

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A special kind of cannabis part 1

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Bouncer Muscle 2-@tfalpha88 made another stunning sequence of a nerd becoming a bouncer. Thought I would bring it to life.

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Homophobia can hide another reality. 😈💨💨

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Love 2/2

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Love 1/2

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The wedding : conclusion

He was supposed to be married for life — they’ll end up friends for life.

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