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Well, I can't exactly say I feel very sorry for Mr. Reissvatner, or I guess it's Ms. Dichreider now, but anyhow, make sure you're not an asshole at the gym ladies and gentleman, especially not in Shadeville! After all, you never really know just who might be a gym witch.

And I'm back from a rather long hiatus! I still can't guarantee any consistent posting schedule but I hope I'll be posting more often! Also, I have a question for all of you, do you prefer anime captions, or realistic captions?

I do not own this image.
It belongs to its owner or owners.

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Ethan Reissvatner was the perfect image of masculinity, chiseled chin, clean crew-cut, a permanent nine o'clock shadow, not to mention chiseled muscles that would put even a greek god to shame. When he walked the streets of Shadeville, women, and even some men, turned to stare. There was only one thing preventing him from dating any girl he wanted, being that he was completely and utterly insufferable. He was particularly fond of the idea that a woman's place was the kitchen, and that they were overly emotional, entirely incapable, and that they were all sluts. His overwhelming and unhidden misogyny immediately drove any woman that he spoke to out of his reach, leading him further into his rabbit hole of misogyny. Ethan was in no way lacking in confidence, striding about the streets of Shadeville as if he owned them. However, there was one place he truly thought of as his kingdom, the Shadeville Gym. It was there that he threw his weight around, forcefully taking machines from others instead of waiting his turn, harassing other gym goers in the locker room and spa, and even openly staring at women as they worked out. He was able to get away with all of this due to his intimidating physique and generally bad attitude, all of the workers saw him as a nuisance but were entirely unable to prevent him from coming to the gym. However, poor Ethan was about to receive an important lesson in that he was nowhere near the biggest or baddest thing in Shadeville, and that magic always overcomes brawn. It was late on a Saturday night that Ethan would receive his comeuppance, as he and a certain woman were the only two left in the gym, as the employees were preparing to close up for the night in the back. Ethan was not attempting to hide his stares as he ogled at the voluptuous woman on the cycle, even letting out a whistle from time to time. Morgana had finally become frustrated with this brute's attention and snapped at him, "Do you mind? Some of us are trying to work out here." Ethan merely smirked at her and spoke in a slimy tone, "What's wrong, sweetheart? I'm just enjoying the show, after all, you wouldn't dress like that if you didn't want any attention." Morgana stopped her workout and sat in shock at the audacity of this man for a moment. Her face turned tomato-red with anger. She had been thoroughly reprimanded last time for using her magic on a civilian, but at this point, she no longer cared, this man needed to be taught a lesson. "Wh-What is wrong with you?!" She splutters, enraged. "Oh, you'll like the attention alright..." she mutters under her breath followed by an incantation. Finally, Morgana storms out before she has to deal with the consequences of her actions. "Come on, baby, it's okay, you don't have to pretend you're not a slut to impress me!" He calls after her. "Picky bitch..." He mutters under his breath as he moves to finish his last machine of the night. He sets the machine to his usual weight as he begins to do his reps, and Morgana's spell activates. Ethan falls into a daze as he continues to rep the machine, lost in his thoughts. With each downward push of the machine, his muscles and height shrink away, as slowly but surely his once intimidating 6'4" physique is replaced by a petite and girly 5'2" frame. His clothes begin to change as his white wife-beater begins to shrink and tighten down to only cover his upper chest, turning a cute shade of pink in the process. Along with it, his gym shorts followed a similar pattern, shrinking and tightening into pink, tight shorts that uncomfortably hugged his member, but he was much too out of it to notice, much less care. Slowly but surely, even that discomfort faded as each rep of the machine ushered Ethan further into womanhood. Now it was Ethan's face that became the subject of change, as his hair began to grow out and his facial features began to soften. He licked his lips as porn star levels of makeup applied themselves to his face, and showed to any who saw that he, or rather she now, wasn't in the gym to work out. Finally, the last part of her womanhood began to emerge, as, with each downward push of the weight, her chest puffed out just a little bit more. AA cups. A cups. B cups. C cups. D cups! And finally stopping at DD cups as the bar got hooked on her sizable bosom. "Hehe, like, why am I at the gym right now? Oh em gee, I could totally be sucking Jason's cock right now! Maybe if I message him right now he'll still be down..." The slut swayed her hips on the way out of the gym, tapping away on her phone as she walked.

A few hours later...

Morgana giggled to herself as she stalked the social media account of her most recent victim. "I know I'm not supposed to... but I'm sure there's nothing wrong with getting rid of an asshole or two! Plus, I don't think Ella Dichreider seems to dislike it too much, after all, she is on her third guy of the night." Morgana thought to herself for a moment, and a diabolical thought entered her head. "Maybe it's time Shadeville got its first all-female gym."

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Well, I can't exactly say I feel very sorry for Mr. Reissvatner, or I guess it's Ms. Dichreider now, but anyhow, make sure you're not an asshole at the gym ladies and gentleman, especially not in Shadeville! After all, you never really know just who might be a gym witch.

And I'm back from a rather long hiatus! I still can't guarantee any consistent posting schedule but I hope I'll be posting more often! Also, I have a question for all of you, do you prefer anime captions, or realistic captions?

I do not own this image.
It belongs to its owner or owners.

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Ethan Reissvatner was the perfect image of masculinity, chiseled chin, clean crew-cut, a permanent nine o'clock shadow, not to mention chiseled muscles that would put even a greek god to shame. When he walked the streets of Shadeville, women, and even some men, turned to stare. There was only one thing preventing him from dating any girl he wanted, being that he was completely and utterly insufferable. He was particularly fond of the idea that a woman's place was the kitchen, and that they were overly emotional, entirely incapable, and that they were all sluts. His overwhelming and unhidden misogyny immediately drove any woman that he spoke to out of his reach, leading him further into his rabbit hole of misogyny. Ethan was in no way lacking in confidence, striding about the streets of Shadeville as if he owned them. However, there was one place he truly thought of as his kingdom, the Shadeville Gym. It was there that he threw his weight around, forcefully taking machines from others instead of waiting his turn, harassing other gym goers in the locker room and spa, and even openly staring at women as they worked out. He was able to get away with all of this due to his intimidating physique and generally bad attitude, all of the workers saw him as a nuisance but were entirely unable to prevent him from coming to the gym. However, poor Ethan was about to receive an important lesson in that he was nowhere near the biggest or baddest thing in Shadeville, and that magic always overcomes brawn. It was late on a Saturday night that Ethan would receive his comeuppance, as he and a certain woman were the only two left in the gym, as the employees were preparing to close up for the night in the back. Ethan was not attempting to hide his stares as he ogled at the voluptuous woman on the cycle, even letting out a whistle from time to time. Morgana had finally become frustrated with this brute's attention and snapped at him, "Do you mind? Some of us are trying to work out here." Ethan merely smirked at her and spoke in a slimy tone, "What's wrong, sweetheart? I'm just enjoying the show, after all, you wouldn't dress like that if you didn't want any attention." Morgana stopped her workout and sat in shock at the audacity of this man for a moment. Her face turned tomato-red with anger. She had been thoroughly reprimanded last time for using her magic on a civilian, but at this point, she no longer cared, this man needed to be taught a lesson. "Wh-What is wrong with you?!" She splutters, enraged. "Oh, you'll like the attention alright..." she mutters under her breath followed by an incantation. Finally, Morgana storms out before she has to deal with the consequences of her actions. "Come on, baby, it's okay, you don't have to pretend you're not a slut to impress me!" He calls after her. "Picky bitch..." He mutters under his breath as he moves to finish his last machine of the night. He sets the machine to his usual weight as he begins to do his reps, and Morgana's spell activates. Ethan falls into a daze as he continues to rep the machine, lost in his thoughts. With each downward push of the machine, his muscles and height shrink away, as slowly but surely his once intimidating 6'4" physique is replaced by a petite and girly 5'2" frame. His clothes begin to change as his white wife-beater begins to shrink and tighten down to only cover his upper chest, turning a cute shade of pink in the process. Along with it, his gym shorts followed a similar pattern, shrinking and tightening into pink, tight shorts that uncomfortably hugged his member, but he was much too out of it to notice, much less care. Slowly but surely, even that discomfort faded as each rep of the machine ushered Ethan further into womanhood. Now it was Ethan's face that became the subject of change, as his hair began to grow out and his facial features began to soften. He licked his lips as porn star levels of makeup applied themselves to his face, and showed to any who saw that he, or rather she now, wasn't in the gym to work out. Finally, the last part of her womanhood began to emerge, as, with each downward push of the weight, her chest puffed out just a little bit more. AA cups. A cups. B cups. C cups. D cups! And finally stopping at DD cups as the bar got hooked on her sizable bosom. "Hehe, like, why am I at the gym right now? Oh em gee, I could totally be sucking Jason's cock right now! Maybe if I message him right now he'll still be down..." The slut swayed her hips on the way out of the gym, tapping away on her phone as she walked.

A few hours later...

Morgana giggled to herself as she stalked the social media account of her most recent victim. "I know I'm not supposed to... but I'm sure there's nothing wrong with getting rid of an asshole or two! Plus, I don't think Ella Dichreider seems to dislike it too much, after all, she is on her third guy of the night." Morgana thought to herself for a moment, and a diabolical thought entered her head. "Maybe it's time Shadeville got its first all-female gym."