New Year. New you. In the gym changing room, Dominic tugged on the tight spandex workout gear and began psyching himself up for another workout session. So far, he was crushing his New Year resolution. to pay off his mortgage, though it had cost him a lot of blood, sweat, and tears.<br /><br /> &nbsp; &nbsp;But mostly blood.<br /><br /> He snapped the dialysis bracelet around his muscular forearm. Needles slid from its inner surface to pierce his arteries and veins, rerouting a portion of his bloodstream through the device. He wiped the trickle of blood off his forearm and headed to the weights section. He selected a 30kg dumbbell and began bicep curls until his heart was beating fast and the blood pounding in his ears. A trickle of blue liquid started to fill the vials that studded the bracelet.<br /><br /> New Year was when a bodybuilder could make bank, assuming they were comfortable building other people's bodies for them. It was that time of year when slobs swarmed the gyms, suddenly desperate for the perfect manly bod. And with HDT, human-derived testosterone, the hottest supplement on the market, there was money to be made.<br /><br /> The spandex tightened around his chest with every pump of the barbell. Perspiration poured down his body, washing away his body hair as it went. A rhythmic pneumatic hiss came from the dialysis device as it filtered away his masculinity.<br /><br /> He switched to squats to work the muscles of his core and legs and felt his buttocks and thighs swelling. The men in the gym paused to watch, eying him up like a prize cow, eager for his 'milk'. Many were previous customers, boasting impressive bodies of them own grown from his manhood that flowed in their veins.<br /><br /> Only one part of him was immune to the feminizing effects. As his testosterone dwindled, his testicles worked to correct it, his cock engorging as his body rerouted resources into hormone production. His oversized bulge jutted through the leggings, misplaced on his curvaceous body. It would ache for days.<br /><br /> When he caught himself returning the lustful gazes of the men, he knew he'd done enough for one day. He checked the bracelet. Four vials sloshed with masculinity. Not a bad haul! The gym facilitated sales, and he deposited them at the front desk for his fee before heading to the men's changings rooms to shower.<br /><br /> A few more workouts and I'll be debt free! he thought ecstatically as he soaped his supple breasts. He stared forward, trying to let neither his thoughts nor gaze drift as the wet, chiselled bodies of the other gym-goers brushed past him.