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Day 10: Matter over Mind

"Feel accomplished"

By Patrick D. Lambert

The small otter took one flask after another. He poured a green liquid, then a blue one. The sound of boiling water invaded the room. And his moves became more and more exaggerated as he approached the final result, with his factions only illuminated by the Bunsen burner before him. In his green eyes was the look of a male who wouldn't care about the consequences of playing to be God.

The mad scientist smashed the table with both hands when his potion was complete. His sick laugh froze the blood of the tall tiger standing behind him, who stepped back in fear of whatever was about to happen. He saw him take and hold the test tube over his head, then turn with the most maddening expression on his small and cute face and claimed.

"Behold! My best creation yet! A potion that will give you power! Fame! Love! And the best part of it...," the mad look on his face disappeared completely after he moved down the tube to smell it, "it tastes like pineapple."

A white light flooded the dark room. A walrus dressed in grey overalls was standing under the threshold on the other side, his hand still resting against the light switch.

"Oh, excuse me. I thought it was empty," he apologized.

"No worries, Bob. We're about to finish," the otter, named Jimmy, greeted the janitor with a smile.

The walrus walked in and began to work, putting on his headphones. Meanwhile, the tiger, a living calculator named Oswald, observed the white, thick-looking liquid inside the test tube.

"And are you sure it's gonna work?" He asked, adjusting his round glasses.

"I'm gonna answer that after you drink it," Jimmy offered his friend a wide smile, one that showed his white pearls.

"That doesn't make me feel safe," Oswald said with a frown.

"Science isn't about safety. It's about progress!"

"... you are wearing safety glasses."

Jimmy made a pause, then quickly threw the plastic glasses away. "What glasses?"

Oswald rolled his eyes and sighed. His fingers doubted for a moment, but he still took the test tube from Jimmy's hand to stir it in front of his face.

"This looks like c-"

"Don't say it!" The otter quickly interrupted him. "Just drink it. It's gonna work, I promise. It's the same formula I used for the football team...," then he looked in the opposite direction, twisting his mouth a little, "with some small modifications, but only to speed the process."

After another sigh, the tiger resigned and drank the liquid. He cringed at the consistency, which was exactly what he thought, but his expression quickly changed after he swallowed. Eyes wide open, he looked down at his friend.

"Hey, it does tastes like pineapple."

An excited Jimmy jumped before him, holding his small fists against his chest.

"I know, right? And the best part is that it should take only two weeks to take effect. So we can go to the beach house, train, and by the-"

"We?" Oswald interrupted.

The small otter shrugged. He then looked up at his friend failing to offer an innocent smile.

"Someone has to be there to record your progress?" He replied, unsure of his words.

Luckily, he was Oswald's best friend. So the tiger only giggled and patted him between the ears.

"Well, you're not gonna be of help spotting me, but is not as if I have someone else to invite."

"Oh, but you will after this. Smart AND strong. Your popularity will go off the chart," he made sure the janitor wasn't close to listening, then winked at Oswald. "Catherine won't say no anymore."

Oswald was flustered at the mention of the tigress he had a crush on since their first year at the campus. She was the kind of female a nerd like him could only dream of.

"Let's start packing!"

And without saying anything else, Oswald took his friend by the hand and led him out of the laboratory, leaving the janitor alone. As soon as he heard the door close behind him, he took off his headphones and chuckled, happy that people always assumed he was listening to something.

"Those two better get a room soon," he said to the empty room.

With two vacation weeks to spend, the two friends originally planned to stay each one at their houses playing video games to escape momentarily from studying and being nerds. But with the new supplement Jimmy developed, things changed completely, and the vacant beach house--property of Oswald's parents--became a more attractive place to stay. After all, it was private and included a gym, which they would need for their purposes.

There was a lot of boring scientific mumbo jumbo behind the mysterious liquid Jimmy created one night, and neither the coach nor the team cared to listen to it. "It unlocks body and mind's potential so muscles could develop faster", that was the otter's explanation. The coach asked if they were steroids, and Jimmy said no, and that's all he wanted to listen to.

The new version was meant to work 10 times faster, exactly what Oswald wanted to stop being a nerd and... well, become a strong nerd. After all, he was particularly weak for a tiger. And the girl he liked didn't want weakling. So this was a win-win scenario for both of them.

The duo ignored most of the amenities the fancy beach house had to offer, and spent most of the time in the small but well-equipped gym. One of Oswald's friends made a routine for him, and the tiger started the rigorous training, with Jimmy providing him the supplement each morning.

Now, you might've expected two of the best students of X University to be smart enough not to try experimental drugs. They were smart, but also young. And being smart doesn't save you from doing stupid things when you're young. Oswald didn't get sick during the first two days, and that was all the proof needed.

Attired in a white tank top and black short pants, the slender tiger followed a routine that covered all muscle groups, always starting with 30 minutes on the treadmill. The first 3 days were particularly hard due to the lack of physical activity in his life--with cardio being the only type of exercise he did with a certain frequency. He ended up sore and regretting his life choices. Luckily, Jimmy was there to remind him of his goal, and that got him back on his paws.

But the small otter wasn't there only to put the image of Catherine in his head. As surprising as it might sound, those little hands knew how to give a massage. And after all their years of friendship, Oswald felt safe to allow Jimmy to put his hands on him without having to say the classic "no homo".

Aside from that, the otter acted as his trainer, showing him videos of the proper way to do each exercise and giving him courage during the routine. Jimmy was always there with him, as he had always been.

"You're doing an excellent job, buddy. Each time you lift this weight you're getting closer to your goal. Each rep is proof of your success and your dedication. No one is more capable than you to reach the next milestone. You are brave and strong."

A lot wouldn't have endured his motivational speeches, but Oswald liked them. After all, the otter had been his best friend since they were children. If there was someone who wanted the best for him, that was Jimmy. And those silly speeches were proof of that.

5 days later and the results began to manifest. He called Jimmy one morning, and the otter rushed to his room only to find the tiger wearing nothing but his boxers and flexing in front of the mirror.

"Holy fuck, look at this! I have pecs now!" The tiger yelled full of joy.

"I see that," Oswald inspected his friend and whistled. The slender tiger vanished and his friend had now an average friend. Even his orange fur got brighter thanks to exercise and his diet. "Results should appear faster from now on. You're not gonna be massive, but the change would be notorious."

Oswald wasn't listening. He was too absorbed in his reflection, clearly happy to see a change in his appearance. And all thanks to his best friend.

"Well, we better move to the next level of your routine," Jimmy got closer to offer his friend a small vase with the thick, white liquid.

The tiger stopped caring about the aspect. He drank it all and even cleaned the vase with his tongue.

"We're getting closer to our goal," the otter finished. And the new routine started.

The exercises weren't that different, albeit with more weight. And Jimmy's speech changed too, although the message was the same.

"You can feel your body changing. You are getting bigger. Stronger. You are becoming the best version of yourself. Each rep you make gives you a feeling of accomplishment that you never experienced before. This is new. And it's better. And you like it. You like feeling this way. Bigger. Stronger. You feel accomplished. You feel excited. You feel great."

He did feel great. He was a prodigy in math who couldn't lift his own weight. But now he had biceps. Actual biceps. He knew his way with numbers and how to solve complex equations with ease, but he couldn't find a solution for his lack of strength. And now his body was changing right before his eyes, and he could feel it. He could feel his muscles growing each day.

"You feel accomplished. You are doing something you couldn't do before. You're changing. You're growing. And you want to keep changing."

It was silly to hear Jimmy's motivational speeches, but he liked them. His slow tone. His serene expression. The way he held him by the shoulders. It all gave Oswald a confidence he never experienced before. And he wanted the otter to keep talking to him. That motivated the tiger to increase his routine.

During the night, it was time for Jimmy to give him a massage. The little otter insisted on always doing it on the beach, and Oswald never found a reason to refuse. It was relaxing to listen to the waves, as Jimmy said.

"You are so strong. You can notice that as I touch you. Your muscles are solid rock. Feel the pressure put by my fingers as I move from muscle to muscle. You can feel each and every one of them. Feel the tension caused by your effort. Don't see it as something wrong. Be proud of it. It's a sign of how much you have changed. And now it's time to make that tension disappear so you could rest and start again. Breath deeply. Listen to the waves and breath at the same pace. Feel my hands as I remove the tension from your body. Feel it and breathe. It makes you feel accomplished."

And that's what Oswald did. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths as the otter massaged his sore body. And the tiger loved that. He loved to feel the tension and how it disappeared under the skilled hands of his little friend. As it all made him feel... accomplished.

His body continued changing. His muscles became bigger with each passing day. Oswald stood before the mirror and admired the changes he went through. Nothing exaggerated but still noticeable, just like Jimmy said. And the tiger felt proud of that. He indulged himself into flexing for longer periods of time, as Jimmy suggested during another speech.

"Take a good look at yourself. Take a good look at your shoulders. Take a good look at your biceps. Take a good look at your abdomen. Take a good look at the male you are becoming. Big. Strong. Handsome. You are proud of yourself. You are proud of how you look. And you are the first one who should enjoy the fruit of your effort. So please allow yourself to admire the body you have. It makes you feel accomplished."

And that's what he did every morning before the little otter walked into his room to give him his supplement to drink.

"Take deep breaths. Fill your nose with your own smell. It's strong. But there's nothing disgusting about it. It's evidence of your effort. And you are proud of your smell. So take a deep breath and fill your lungs with it. It makes you feel accomplished."

And that's what he did. As the tiger became stronger, his musk did the same. And he let the strong scent fill his nose. He took deep breaths and lost himself in the smell of his accomplishment.

As the second week went on, Jimmy's speeches changed too. But Oswald couldn't see anything suspicious about it. He was focused on what the otter told him and nothing else. And his voice made him feel accomplished during each routine.

"Forget about everything. Clear your mind of any thought. Focus only on the effort you are putting in here. Focus on your muscles. Focus on your body. Focus on how good this makes you feel. Nothing else but this makes you happy. Nothing else but this makes you feel stronger. Nothing else but my voice makes you feel accomplished."

On day 10, his outfit changed. Jimmy said clothes didn't allow him to admire his changes so he made him wear only a jockstrap. And Oswald felt so good about it. So good that he couldn't stop from feeling excited during his routine. But Jimmy never complained. And Oswald felt comfortable with him staring at his boner. After all, Jimmy was his childhood friend. And he made him feel accomplished.

On day 12, he removed his jockstrap too. And the buff tiger did his routine naked, with the little otter walking around and touching his strong body, repeating the same speech. And Oswald listened. He cleared his mind of any thought and focused on his effort and his body and his muscles and his erection. And his little hands moving all over him, reminding him how strong he was, made him feel... accomplished.

On the final day of his training, while Jimmy was massaging his body, the little otter gave his final speech...

"Listen to the waves. Feel my little hands. Focus on how good this makes you feel. Focus on how strong you are right now. You can be better. You can be bigger. You can be stronger. And I will help you. No one else but me can help you become better. Clear your mind of any thought. Take a deep breath. And relax. Whenever someone admires your body, you're gonna clear your mind of any thought and come back to this moment. Whenever someone touches your body, you're gonna clear your mind of any thought and come back to this moment. Whenever someone tries to get intimate with you, you're gonna clear your mind of any thought and come back to this moment. To this night. To the pleasure I'm about to give you. You are going to come back to me."

No one could believe the change. The weak nerd that once Oswald disappeared, and a beefy, sexy tiger took his place. Males and females alike admired him as he walked across the campus in a tight tank top that highlighted his musculature. How did that happen? No one cared. All they wanted was to approach him to share a word and, with some luck, get his numbers.

Jimmy, who walked next to him, was proud of the success of his friend, and giggled when Catherine finally approached him for the first time.

"Just as I promised, your popularity is off the chart," the otter said.

"And all thanks to you," he replied in a whisper before the tigress arrived.

Jimmy only gave him a pat on the back and left him with Catherine, the tigress who ignored him for so long and that motivated him to get buff. He knew his friend was in good hands, after all. He looked over his shoulder as Catherine ran his delicate hand over Oswald's pecs, and continued his way with a smile.

That same night, Catherine would experience rejection for the first time in her popular life. She was left naked, unsatisfied, and offended by a tiger who, in the most polite way, told her he had something else to do. No matter how hard she tried, nothing stopped him from leaving in a hurry.

Fifteen minutes later, that same tiger was on his fours, enjoying again the pleasure caused by the only person he could trust. A little otter with tiny hands that knew how to make him feel... accomplished.