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Locker Jocker

You see those doors? Yeah, I’m talking about the lockers. I’m not stupid, bro. Just ... different. I used to be like you. Nosy, smart, self-centered. Well, I still am that last one.

Huhuh. Yeah, bro. I’m cocky. What’d you expect? Got a lot to be cocky about with a bod like this. You think I’m juicin’, right? No way I could get this way on my own. Tryin’ to find evidence.

See, bro, I used to be like you. I used to hate big guys like me. And I get it. Really, I do. I’m a cocky fucker who loves to show off and teach people just how ALPHA I really am. But at least I know what I am. I admit it. And no matter how much people like you try to shame me for it, I love being a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD. There’s nothing wrong with being a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD. This place, ... well, it’s where I was reborn.

It’s where I became a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD.

And bro, I’m never going back.

So, how’d I do it? Well, I figure I’ll show you. Off the record. Trust me, bro, you won’t even know how to put it on the record after I’m done showing you.

Huhuh.

Nobody’d believe it.

*SLAM*

That’s locker one. Don’t worry, bro. I’m not gonna hurt you. That’s not what I do. Nah. Just gonna show you my side of things, you know?

*SLAM*

S’funny, really. You know the old trope, right? Jock bully locks a poor flimsy nerd in a locker....

*SLAM*

And the nerd just gets--

*SLAM*

--Locked away. Huhuhuhuh....

See, bro, BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS like me don’t hurt their bros.

*SLAM*

We help our bros grow.

*SLAM*

Not gonna hurt you, bro. Just gonna make you feel a little more comfortable. Go on. Unbutton that shirt of yours. Better yet, tear it open. It’s more fun to show off. Trust me. All you gotta do is stretch just a little bit. A small stretch and a tiny FLEX.

And suddenly,

*SLAM*

POP goes the button.

Huhuhuhuhuhuh. And that’s not the only thing to pop, bro.

*SLAM*

S’like a chain reaction, a reflex, bro. Can’t fight it, bro. Like a jumpscare, y’know? It just happens, and suddenly your whole torso just tenses and flexes. Your chest just gets so tight. And before you know it, your pecs are just bouncing back and forth, bro.

*SLAM*

Back and forth.

*SLAM*

Back and forth.

*SLAM*

Pop. Pop. POP!

*SLAM*

Huhuhuhuh. And it feels so good, bro. Like a firework going off in your brain. Or ... maybe from your brain. Idunno, man. I’m just a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD.

All I know is--

*SLAM*

--It feels good to flex, bro.

And the more the muscle POPS the harder it is to stop.

*SLAM*

To stop flexing.

*SLAM*

To stop enjoying the moment. Because, bro, working out your body feels so awesome.

And all that fear and anxiety, that worry about what others think, what you think. It just gets...

*SLAM*

Locked away, bro.

Huhuh. Just ... shoved into a locker.

*SLAM*

And forgotten.

*SLAM*

Actually, no. I didn’t forget about it, bro.

*SLAM*

I abandoned it.

You know why? Because it feels so fuckin good to just GROW INTO A BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD, BRO.

*SLAM*

Flexing.

*SLAM*

Lifting weights.

*SLAM*

Just ... not thinking for a while.

*SLAM*

Bro, it’s the most incredible feeling in the world. Just like ... like the brain gets tied to the muscle and it’s not just about flexing. It’s like ... like every time you grow bigger and stronger, your muscle, your meat, rewards you.

Symbiotic relationship, bro, you know? I put my focus into my muscles. And because I put my focus into my muscles, they reward me with pleasure.

*SLAM*

Pleasure to not think, bro.

*SLAM*

Pleasure to just be a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD.

And not even care what others think about it.

To just ... be you.

Confident. Cocky. Carefree.

*SLAM*

And you know why we can do that? Why we BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS can just not care about what others think or judge?

*SLAM*

Because BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS don’t care. We just shove it into a locker, just like I said before.

*SLAM*

Scared of bein’ dumb?

Shove it in the locker.

*SLAM*

Worried about what others will say?

Shove it in the locker.

*SLAM*

Bored of your reps?

Shove it in the locker.

*SLAM*

Outgrowing your clothes?

Shove ‘em in the locker.

*SLAM*

You can borrow some of mine, bro. I always carry spares.

*SLAM*

You wanna join me on the gym, bro?

Huhuh. Yeah, bro. You look good in a tank top. Shows off your muscles.

*SLAM*

Come on, bro. Smile for the camera. BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS love to show off.

That’s it, bro. One more locker to go.

You wanna do the honors?

...

...

...

*SLAM!*

Good choice, MUSCLEHEAD. Huhuh. Let’s pump you up, bro.

You wanna get pumped, right, bro?

...

You know why, bro?

...

Cause you’re a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD, just like me bro.

C’mon. Say it, bro.

Just like me, bro.

Say it now.

I KNOW YOU WANT TO....

Credit goes to @musclecorps​ is for this image before he shut down his tumblr and I lost a massive chunk of images I had stored in my likes for use in future stories and series. XD That’s how the cookie crumbles sometimes. Anyway, for some reason, someone decided to flag this chapter of Endemic Evolution. And tumblr decided, in all its wisdom, not to notify me of the fact. I can’t appeal it now, because that time limit has long since expired. I only recently discovered this problem today, because I was looking through my previous posts to see what might need clearing out, etc. Oh, and here’s the real kicker. It wasn’t even shown in my flagged posts section either. I wonder why that is? Can anyone explain that fact to me? Or is this one of those signs of tumblr blatantly trying to silence anyone it deems doesn’t adhere to its vision, despite following their guidelines perfectly? I’ll let you readers decide that for yourselves. Anyway, because I know how one-sided an appeal will be from previous experience, and the fact that no one will actually let me talk with and discuss the ruling with anyone from their content management department (other than being notified that the content management department has decided to let the ruling stand and give me cookie cutter links to their guidelines telling me to look there for more information when I’ve already looked there and want to dispute the claims with an actual PERSON using the language found in said guidelines. Does it hurt to ask for a little accountability and justification from that team, @staff?), I’m cutting out the middleman by deleting the original and reposting it. This time, I’ll even include a disclaimer, so readers can understand the fact that this chapter is intended for an older audience.

...

*Ahem.*

DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

This chapter is written in the form of a medical journal entry recording. As such, there will be references to human anatomy, symptoms of the fictional illness, etc. There will also be some language involved, and there will be signs of the doctor who is speaking in this recording manifesting some of those very same symptoms that he is listing. There is no sexually explicit content in this story. However, there is frank language used in describing the patients and their symptoms, and (as I said earlier) there is reference to human anatomy and patient behavior. While the word “masturbation” is used in the chapter, there is no description of that act being performed. It is merely a reference of symptom manifestation as the fictional disease progresses, and is listed as such. You have been warned. Please, do not flag this post. I’ll even make sure to close off the content below with a read more link, just to be on the safe side, so only the people who are really sure they want to proceed can read it.

Thank you,

~ Omni

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Previous Chapter: https://omnitf.tumblr.com/post/181040364417/endemic-evolution-as-you-can-see-weve

Next Chapter: https://omnitf.tumblr.com/post/181128775917/endemic-evolution-chapter-3-doctor-lee-chen-barton

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Endemic Evolution Chapter 2

“This is Doctor Simmons reporting in. I have opted for a video recording for this particular report for the sake of observation and for other reasons which I shall elaborate upon shortly. First, a recap and report of more personal note.

“It has been approximately two weeks since my first contact with these carriers of the disease we have chosen to classify as Meatheadosis. It was not my idea, but I wasn’t brought on scene at the beginning of the outbreak, so I suppose I don’t get to complain. Our generous host Mister Malloy fell prey to his infection shortly after our first meeting began. The effects of this phenomenon are positively astounding. If a means could be developed to isolate and control the virus’ effects, or at least tone them back, this disease could work miracles across the globe.

“Due to the lateness of the Holiday Season, I have had no choice but to cancel my plans for Christmas with the family. This has received mixed results, but it has to be done, for research and for the sake of our country’s future.

“Accommodations here are wonderful. Malloy has been kind enough to offer me one of his best suites. I feel more relaxed and loose than I have in over a decade. The others have also enjoyed their own rooms.

“Now on to the main report. Initial observation indicates that this virus attacks and rewrites the synapses in the brain, breaking down old connections and building new ones associated specifically with muscle memory and other such more physical things. Due to this forced rewiring of the brain, the subject becomes less and less focused on previous passions and ideals. It is not accurate to say so much that they have become dumber as it is to say that their intelligence has been reallocated into an obsession with physical perfection that borders on zealous.

“Indeed, the loss of intelligence that has been noted previously appears to only occur as the subject focuses more on enjoying and enhancing his body. Symptoms include absented-mindedness, repetitive daydreaming, subconscious flexing, personal worship, flexing, muscle worship, posing, spontaneous laughter, flexing, a distinct lack of complex sentence structure, degradation of vocabulary, and flexing.

“Some have taken to repeating various mantras and prose to give them motivation. It’s very catchy. For example: One, two, three, four. Growing muscle more and more. Five, six, seven, eight. Work out, get swole, bulk up, inflate.

“The sheer unity they demonstrate is positively mind-boggling. It’s almost as though they were functioning in a pack or a hive mind of some sort, but of course that’s not possible. Still, it does stick, doesn’t it…?

“Ahem. Anyway, It’s my theory that those effected have the electrical impulses of the brain muted when it comes to activities that … mmmph, don’t contribute to this new mode of lifestyle. Then, when the individual utilizes weights or performs some other form of physical exertion, like say a flex…

“Oh, that felt good. Where, uh … where was I?

“Oh, yes. The impulses. I believe the electrical impulses are released into the new synapses to trigger intense pleasure and other sensations that reinforce their newfound aggressive and, dare I say, brutish behavior. For example, lowered inhibitions contribute to behaviors such as openly scratching or ‘cupping’ one’s manhood, heralding immature behavior such as belching with cheers and approbation, and giving in to one’s baser sexual instincts by masturbating to ‘take the edge off.’

“It appears that the more the subjects indulge in these actions, the faster they degrade. I have designated the levels or stages of this disease’s progress into distinct categories from the first symptoms to the farthest gone. The earliest ones who are just starting out are known as Pledges. Part of this has to do with the meathead frat mentality that is rapidly becoming more prevalent in the subjects. It seems that those who are farther along in this … metamorphosis have the ability to home in on those who have contracted the disease somehow, granting them the ability to tease, heckle, and otherwise (for lack of a better word) haze an individual before they begin to progress, or perhaps regress is the better term.

“Next comes the Jock stage. Men in this stage still retain most of their former hobbies, habits, and behavioral patterns, but take a keener interest in sports and fitness than they have previously. Muscles will harden and expand, fat will burn away, and inhibitions will begin to die as other men farther along tease and encourage. Eventually, the Jock will grow accustomed to these modes of address and adopt them for himself.

“Excuse me for a moment. I need to take a selfie for my wife. … There we go. I think she’ll enjoy that. I know I did. “Now then, back on topic. In due course, the moniker of Gym Rat is earned. At this stage, the subject cannot stop thinking about their personal fitness. The gym essentially becomes their home. Fortunately, this hotel comes with a fully stocked top-of-the-line gym complete with equipment for our patients to use. The subject will become obsessed with diet and getting as much lean protein as possible to bulk up. It is generally around this stage that the manhood of the subjects begins to swell and increase in size. The extra testosterone that is the inevitable result of this stage triggers their development into the next one.

“The Meathead is essentially the finished product. At this point, the mind degrades to only want to discuss ‘manly’ things. Weights, anatomy, sex life, etc. They are quite literally muscleheads in every sense of the word. Cursing, swearing, and various other modes of language are often another indicator of their loss in intelligence. These can occur as early as the Jock stage, though the Pledges usually either do or don’t due to their previous life choices, not as a result of their metamorphosis.

“Now we come to what I believe would be considered a mutation of sorts in the usual strain. I speak of what we have chosen to dub the Alpha. These Meatheads are in a class all their own; the largest, burliest, most aggressive and dominant of their flock. This makes them the de facto leaders of their fellow Meatheads, and they make sure the others know it regularly.

“One of their favorite pastimes is comparing size and encouraging others in their growth in their own ways. Malloy quickly ascended to this kingly position. Considering he was the owner and manager of his hotel, it only makes sense that he would be. However, it seems he took a liking to me and Barton before he achieved this most coveted of positions.

“Communication with them requires me to channel my inner highschooler. Fortunately, I’m well endowed, or as they would say it, hung as fuck. Mmm … it does look nice pressing out against the crotch in my sweatpants, doesn’t it? I’ve taken to patting it and smirking at the ‘higher-ups’ to make them think I’m conforming. This usually allows me the ability to interact with others more freely as we exercise. I will admit that I can’t help but compare my size every other day or so, though. Even I am not immune to the vain desire to reach that ideal male aesthetic of large and satisfying anatomy.

“Mmph … maybe just one more for the missus.

“The gym is never closed, and Barton has reported sightings of, if you’ll believe it, sleepwalking subjects that perform exercises in their sleep. This, in turn, wears them down mentally with tiredness and makes it easier for them to fall under the influence of an Alpha or other higher ranked subject in a form of what seems almost to be hypnosis.

“By the next day, they’ve usually jumped a rank.

“As for me, I am striving to match the ideal rank of Jock. It’s not too far along, and my healthier frame is an almost perfect fit, while most of the research team is too out of shape. I’ve even been practicing my dumb laugh. It’s surprisingly simple. Then again, simplicity is kind of the point with minds like this.”

“Yo, Simmons, Malloy wants to see you!”

“… And that would be my cue to go. Wish me luck. I go to meet the council of Alphas. I wonder. Should I start with the double flex or perhaps the crab pose…? Mmph … so much to choose from. I can hardly think which would be best.”

“Come on, coach, let’s go!”

“Hmm … hardly think. Must be … nice….”

“Coach?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, Barton. My mind was … elsewhere. Come on. Let’s go. Don't want to keep our patients waiting.”

“Ready for the flex-off?”

“Huhuh. I’m always ready for a flex-off….”

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He shrugs. “That may be part of it. I don’t know. And honestly, I’m not paid to know, so I don’t really care. What I care about is growing and helping my trainees to grow.”

“And what would you say your success rate is?”

“I’d say I rank a solid Poppins.”

“… A what?”

He smirks. “Practically perfect in every way.”

You cock your head. “Huh. Didn’t pin you for a Disney guy.”

“Most folks don’t.” He strides toward you and stares down over the shelf of his massive pecs. “So, a few ground rules. You can call me Big Bro, Bro, Sir, or Jeff. Whatever makes you comfortable. When we’re training, I’m going to push you hard. I’m not always so nice as I am in casual conversation. This is a professional relationship, and I expect you to understand that and respect that fact.

“My job is to push you to your limits and help you exceed them. We’re going to be crossing a lot of lines and breaking through a lot of barriers. You’re going to be sore and tired for the first few sessions we have. I’ll be encouraging you to push past that fatigue to increase your endurance and other capabilities. That encouragement can be positive or negative, depending on the situation. I don’t abuse my clients, and the same will hold for you. I mentor them. I train them. I push them. But I will never deliberately hurt them or you. If you turn into a zealot, I will stop you, though. There is such a thing as working out too much. I can help build your body to handle those kinds of loads if that’s the goal, but if you go too far too fast, you’ll do more harm than good. So, I expect you to listen to me and follow my instructions to the letter. Are we clear?”

“As crystal, Sir,” you say with a playful smirk.

Jeff smirks back. “Careful. That just might become a habit.” Then he turns toward the gym proper and a series of mats before a floor-length mirror. A casually waving hand draws you in tow after him. “Come on. We’ll start off with some basic warmups. Stretching, a little cardio. Then we’ll see about setting up a baseline for your plan.”

“My plan?”

“How else am I supposed to train you if I don’t know where to start?”

You look at the mats, where several men and women with varying body types are working either with dumbbells, stress bands, or just testing their flexibility. Some are watched over by muscled figures like Jeff. Others seem to be looking at their neighbors and following together. Some chat playfully or casually. Others remain stony and silent as they focus on their tasks.

“Quite a menagerie here,” you note.

Jeff grins. “Welcome to the zoo, Mister Winters.”

Jeff is definitely not the same kind of man as James or some of his other more muscular employees. His voice and demeanor may be blunt, but his whit is sharp. He might not be a bad connection to form a rapport with here. Time would tell that. For now, however, you decide that at the very least, Jeff is someone that you could grow to like. “Where’s the tiger pen?” you joke back.

Jeff’s grin widens. And then you begin.

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BORN VS BIRTH

The concepts, of both words of "born" and "birth", are not one in the same.

Birth is solely a somatic capacity, whereas born is a psychic activity.

When a female gives birth, she'll say unto herself, "A child is born!" However, that child won't be born until finally 'self-aware' is activated, and the child begins to "be born" by integrating with somatic properties, and its extending environmental circumstances. In this way, being born is becoming through integration and embodiment.

So when a female gives birth to a child, she simply gives birth, not born. Born comes way later, when awareness comes in. Hence, until then, the child that was given birth will remain "unborn" until self awareness is activated.

Born = integration/embodiment.

Birth ≠ born.

For mnemonic purposes- these are some of my favourite gems. 😍🖤🤍💜✨✨

Stress Relief Stones #2

Smoky Quartz

Kickstarts inner strength

Keeps you grounded

Rhodonite

A nurturing crystal 

Helps overcome trauma

Amazonite

Turns negative emotions into positive

Eases tension in the body

Fluorite

Brings joy

Helps you let go of thoughts

Blue Lace Agate

Helps you to speak up

Nurtures self-confidence

Howlite

Helps encourage sleep

Shifts feelings of anger

1970.

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