Monkey Head (POV)

Abe hadn't been taking the protein shake 'Monkey Head' long before he started noticing a major difference. He had always been big, but never had any definition until now. He couldn't get enough of seeing his body in the mirror, sharp toned curves forming under his skin from his calves up to his shoulders. His arms had changed the most, his biceps growing permanently visible above his widened forearms. He could see his veins ripple simply by flexing his fingers.

He could tell it wasn't just his body that changed. He felt he had more energy in the gym, barely growing tired doing his normal sets. He began staying longer and longer hoping to reap monumental changes on his body. He couldn't deny the results as his figure began to develop faster, swelling wider. He never thought about how time seemed to go by faster in the gym, not acknowledging how his thoughts seemed to take a backseat while habitual instinct took over.

He assumed the crazy amount of perspiration he now sweat was due to his increased time spent exercising. He had never noticed his body odor much before, but now he felt it cloud heavily around him, sticking to him, becoming much harder to wash off. The longer he spent time sweating, however, the more he became used to it. It wasn't long before he began to love it, associating it with his hard work in the gym. He didn't mind being a huge smelly brute, finding pride in the stares he garnered by anyone passing him.

What scared him was when he began forgetting things he had never thought about before. He forgot how to get to the store he always went to despite how simple the directions were, now needing to pull up a GPS every time. Then the gym. Then simply getting home. He began trying to spend as long as possible on the weights where he didn't have to think, at least, until he had to figure out where the locker room was. He'd have to walk the whole perimeter of the floor in order to locate it.

He never noticed how his thoughts had simplified, his dialect altering as well. He needed to take extra moments to think about what was said to him before responding, losing focus if whatever was said to him was too long. He would only respond in grunts and simple phrases, not wanting to ask whoever he was talking to repeat themselves. He wouldn't be able to remember it no matter how many times they did, hardly able to keep an idea in his head for longer than a few seconds.

For whatever reason, he couldn't keep away from bananas. He was sure there was a reason he had avoided them before, but now didn't have the capacity to care. He'd sit in the car after the gym, taking the time to fill his body with the fruit. If he could, he would have wondered why he was hungry for this primal food. He would have questioned why his thoughts were simpler, how his instincts felt more animalistic. Instead, all he could focus on was the yellow item in his hand, a monotone hum in his mind as he took the time delecting in his treat.