If you concentrate real hard you can almost remember who you used to be, but its harder every time with the sunlight draped over your skin and the fresh tickle of grass underneath you, the hot breath of the light wind against your face. Its almost like every time you close your eyes you feel your muscles growing. The more sunlight you can get on your skin the more the muscles grow. You start wearing less and less, youre excited to wear less and less. At first it was shorter sleeves, tighter against your growing biceps. Then it was sleeveless shirts, cut off right at the top of the shoulder, then it was tank tops, then one day you just felt it, felt it right in your middle, just yanked out the scissors in a frenzy of no-thought action, almost attacked that red t-shirt you hadn’t worn in forever, sliced the sleeves right off, and then went even further, carved two big holes right down the sides of the shirt. “Natural air conditioning,” you shrugged to your gawking friends as they made fun of you. “It’s hot.” It isn’t an excuse not for you.
And how long has it been since you wore anything but compression shorts, you cant even remember can you. Anything else would just feel weird, boxers – why even bother? Oh yeah that sunlight on your skin. You spend so much more time outside now that you joined the local baseball team, you dont really have any time for the friends you used to hangout with, and they werent any good for you anyway. Drinking too much, smoking too much, so fuckin negative all the time. Theyll get old glued to their barstools blinking in the afternoon through a haze of drunk and pot while youve been up since sunrise, pumping at the gym, swinging on the field, maybe havin a beer or two with your new friends, yes your new friends, the ones who clap you on your shoulders and exclaim at how much your bodys changed since you started training with your trainer and man how glad they are you joined the team, youre just fuckin dominating the game, bro, and it just fills you with this golden feeling like the sunlight draping over your skin and the warmth pressing down on the crown of your head, pressing down on your ballcap that you never seem to take off – team loyalty you know – and before you know it, your life has totally changed, maybe not in the blink of an eye but you almost didnt notice it happening, and now it’s already happened and here you are in the sunlight and it just feels SO FUCKING GOOD you cant help but clench a fist and flex your bicep and grin grin so fuckin big that it splits your face in two and time rushes by and you hear your bros callin your name from the dugout.
It might just be a fantasy now but it won’t be. You’ll see. It happens so fast if you just get on the train. You dont get off because the doors close too fast and you’re just havin too much fuckin fun as your body changes and your mind changes and your life changes and everything just becomes so much … clearer, like the sun comin out from behind the clouds, hitting your closed eyes, glittering and dazzling, paralyzing your brain and invigorating your muscles … yeah, you’ll see. It aint just a fantasy. Its the future.
Muscle Tf Lover 