"25' Brady grunts and lowers his body to the ground. "Must have been the workout this morning. I feel drained. You got some more water?"
You, on the other hand have never felt so energized. With each pushup your muscles kept pumping up. You reach your arm out to give Brady a hand up. Your arm is noticably thicker with muscle. Brady's arms is thick as ever but instead of firm mulges of muscel his arm is upolstered with fat.
"Thanks, Buddy." Brady says taking the bottle of water you offered. "I just need to catch my breath."
You watch with amazement as you see the change in the overmuscled jock. The over-developed chest has softened and sagged whille his eight-pack has rounded into a soft belly. Oblivious to his transormation, he scratches the soft bulge thoughtfully.
Meanwhile you flex your chest which has bulked up and filled your baggy t-shirtto skin tight and your shorts are too big..
Brady looks up and smiles.
"You've been working out haven't you, Bud? Looking pretty buff."
You grunt, "Yeah, I guess."
"You should have told me. We could work out together . It's always better when you've got a partner."
"Yeah, I guess." you reply. "I'm just not in your league. Figured you'd have better options."
Brady stood up and you take in your neighbor's changes. He's still big but now the size is fat and muscle.
"I've got an idea." he says. "Maybe we can find an open window and break into my house. Get me my clothes and give me a hand."
Brady pulls on the sweat drenched spandex shorts over his now softer thighs and butt. Then the shirt, still form-fitting but showing off the softer curves of moobs and belly.
"Come on." he tells you.
You follow the jocks softened ass around the side of his house as he checks the windows. The only unlocked window is in the bathroom, a slider over the tub.
"You got a ladder?" he asks.
You watch him climb the ladder, panting softly from the exercion.
"It's open," he grinns hoisting himself up to shimmy inside then hear a thump after his soft ass squeezes through.
"Brady." you call. "You OKAY?"
"No damage." The big man answers. "Meet me at the patio."
The patio slider is open by the time you get around. You go inside.
"Get yourself a beer and make yourself comfortable while I shower and change. Then I'm going to take you out for a big lunch to celebrate.
You hike up your sagging shorts and swagger inside, feeling the heft of your bigger shoulders and arms. Feeling pleased you get a beer and settle into Brady's lounge chair to wait. You hear the shower run the sounds of your neighbor getting dressed. Then the big man appears wearing a wifebeater and cargo shorts. His broad shoulders are rounded and bulging but without the definition of muscle and his pecs softened and sagging over a soft beginner belly.
"I'm starving." he grunts. "Let's get something to eat."
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