"Alright good to go..." Dean said looking at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a black wife beater ans gym shorts that hugged his body. He loved to show off his hard work and why shouldn't he. His hard work and discipline had paid off. "Hey Sammy how you doing?"
"Ugh I think I'm all set." Sam waddled out of the stall. Dean didn't think it was possible but his gyms clothes were even tighter than his work clothes. A white wife beater that couldn't hide his belly button. His moobs presses up against the fabric. Dean didn't even realize how... perky and big they were back at the office. Sam's thunder truck things competently took of the leg holes of his gym shorts as well.
"You sure you're good buddy?" Dean asked him. Sam kinda looked a little stuffed in his clothing.
"Yeah this should be fine.. oh almost forgot my drink!" Sam went back into a stall and grabbed a 2 liter Sprite.
"Oh man that's a lot of water." Dean said.
"Water? Oh no this is soda." Sam gave the bottle a shack showing off the carbonated bubbles rising to the surface. "Helps me stay energized during the workout."
"Huh well whatever works for you." Dean was starting to realize just how much work was going to be needed to be done on Sam.
While Sam had been initially reluctant doing to the gym so soon, Dea were able to coax him to go, his charisma paying off.
Meanwhile working out was the last thing on Sam's mind but getting closer to Dean seemed ideal, also hopefully it would work himself up an appetite.
******
Dean wiped the sweat off his forehead. "How ya holding up Sammy." Dean said between breaths. For their first excerise they decided to run on the treadmill. Dean wanted to see how much endurance Sam had.
Dean glanced over to Sam to see his face was red, his wife beater covered in seat, his belly and moobs bouncing as he jogged.
"I'm *huff* holding in there..." Sam said before he took a quick sip from his soda.
*****
"Alright let's try some weights." Dean said. He put a 25 lb. weight on each said of the bar and let Sam lay down on the chair. His belly sprawling over over the sides. His moobs squeezed together jutting out from his chest.
"I think this will be more of my thing." Sam said as he grabbed the bar.
*CLANG*
Before Sam could even start his first rep the chair collapsed under, Sam fell to he floor with a thud. "Shit Sam you okay?!" Dean said as he lifter the bar off Sam.
"Ugh yeah, I think my moobs cushioned the landing of the bar..." Sam said a little dazed.
Dean looked over to see se people looking and what happened and whispering to themselves. "Take a few minutes for yourself while I take care of this woth the owner."
"Sure... uhh... could you help me up?" Sam asked.
"Sure buddy." Dean said grabbing Sam's hand. Dean had to give a few tugs before Sam could find the strength to pick him up.
*****
"Okay Sammy let's try a deadlift now. I'll spot you." Dean said.
Running and lifting may have not been Sam's thing but he was having a good feeling with dead lifts.
"Here goes." Sam squatted ready to pick up the bar then....
*RIPPPPP*
Sam turned beet red as he felt a draft on his butt.
Dean's face turned the same color as he then quickly stoofld in front of Sam's butt.
"Uh Dean..." Sam said.
"Yeah?" Dean said.
"Did my shorts just ripe?" Sam asked.
"Oh definitely, by the way like the burgers and fries on your underwear." Dean said.
"Thanks... I think I've had enough for today." Sam said.
"Me too..." Dean said.
Sam head back to the locker room with Dean doing his best to cover the ripe in Sam's shorts.
******
Dean got out of the shower drying his hair. There was nothing like a nice hot shower after a workout. "Much better" Dean said to himself as he started to dry himself off.
Suddenly a loud growl echoed out of the locker room. "What the..."
"Sorry just my gut letting me know it's hungry." Sam said coming out of the his stall with another large wife beater that couldn't hide his navel.
"Oh wow...: Dean said surprised.
"Oh yeah get big as me and you get a big appetite!" Sam said giving his gut a jiggle for emphasis. "I had plans with my best bro Ian to go to a buffet after the workout today to refuel, wanna come with us?" Sam asked.
"Ugh I don't know, been trying to cut back on..." Dean said looking for an excuse not to pig out on fatty foods.
"It's just one say it won't kill you. I took a step put of my comfort zone coming to the gym, I think you could do the same coming to the buffet with me."
Dean couldn't argue with him there. "Alright fine, but I'm gonna watch what I eat."
"Fair enough." Sam said. With that the two guys headed out to the gym and to the buffet.
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