"I can't believe your progress, Fred. You've really come along."
Fred was on the bench looking up at big Brady who'd been spotting him.
"You've been a great mentor." Fred lied. "I couldn't have done it without you."
The last statement was true because Fred, with Daira's help had been gradually steeling Brady's muscles. They'd only been workout partners for a month but skinny, flabby Fred had transformed into a buff, bulky muscle guy, losing four inches around his waist and gaining 10 inches to his chest.
Fred looked up at Brady. Brady had changed as well. He hadn't lost any bulk but it had shifted considerably. Fred couldn't ven see Bardy's face because of the soft sagging gut hanging over his shorts.
"Your turn." he told him. Fred bounded up from the bench feeling powerful and energetic. He'd never been in such good shape in his life. Now when he was out and about, the ladies had begun to give him the eye. He watched his neighbor settle himself on the bench, belly rising higher than his chest these days and his softened pecs wobbled as he positioned himself. He gripped the bar eady for the lift. Daily, as Fred had taken muscle his guns had turned soft and his lifts became harder. These days Fred was working harder than Brady to get those weights in the air and Brady was sweating and grunting. Then the bar fell pinning the big man to the bench.
"Ooof." he sputtered. "It slipped."
"You hurt, big guy?" Fred asked.
"Think I strained a muscle. Help me get this bar off. Better call it quits today. Don't want to do any more damage."
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Fred had easily lifted the weights off Brady's chest and was helping him sit up all the while draining a bit more muscle from him. "Why don't we go for a run. Then we can eat."
Brady perked up. Lately the weights had been giving him trouble and Fred was catching him fast but he loved to run. He was fast for a big guy.
"Let's do five miles. You get started while I hit the john. I'll still get back before you."
Fred nodded. He'd never been much of a runner but with each infusion of muscle, he was getting better. Fred heads out the door and starts his run.
At the halfway point,
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