Lucas, Marc, and Étienne shared a common destiny, each engaged in a metamorphosis orchestrated by Dr. Moreau. Their physical transformations, though distinct, followed a common thread: the gradual alteration of their identities under the doctor's thumb.
The gym had become Lucas's sanctuary. Every morning, he plunged into it with almost fanatical determination, his muscles responding to the demands of the doctor's draconian bodybuilding program. Regular anabolic steroid injections accompanied his sessions, and the resulting throbbing pain was eclipsed by the satisfaction of watching his body sculpt itself. Little by little, his veins bulged, his muscles swelled, but the pride of this transformation was tarnished by a growing dependence. He couldn't stop.
Marc, for his part, found himself in the tattoo room, where the walls adorned with intricate designs seemed to whisper to him new possible identities. The first tattoo, a majestic phoenix, covered his entire back. The pain of the needle traced a new existence, a rebirth, on his skin. Then came the piercings, scattered across his body like so many marks of his commitment to this process. Each ring added was one step closer to a point of no return, an affirmation of his submission to Dr. Moreau's directives.
Étienne, meanwhile, was exploring a different territory. The aesthetic treatment room became his space of transformation. Each day, he ingested the prescribed hormonal treatments, feeling his body slowly reshape under their effects. His features refined, his hair grew, his figure altered. Then came the cosmetic procedures: Botox injections, hyaluronic acid, everything orchestrated with clinical precision. His reflection in the mirror was a fascinating work, but he no longer knew if he was the artist or the subject.
Despite their differences, one thing united them: permanent hair removal, the final step in their transformation. All three lay on the treatment table, exposing their skin to the burning flashes of the laser. The intense heat, the tingling, the pungent smell of charred hair… These sessions were an ordeal, a ritual in which each saw the last traces of their past disappear. Little by little, their bodies became smooth, conforming to the doctor's demands.
The days passed, and with them, their old identities faded. Each oscillated between pride and anxiety. They had become new creatures, shaped by an external hand, yet incapable of stopping. Lucas couldn't live without bodybuilding, Marc was losing himself in the adrenaline rush of body modification, and Étienne saw his body detaching itself from the one he had always known.
Prisoned by an insatiable quest for perfection, they were inexorably moving away from their humanity. Dr. Moreau, spectator and sculptor, watched, satisfied. They were exactly where he wanted them.
