“Workout Buddy” by Nemo

 
Brock had just finished his gym routine and was starting to cool down, his body was glistened with sweat and all his muscles were pumped. The gym was nearly deserted, the only other occupant, only Brock's buddy Marshall who was still finishing his last set of reps. Brock was taking a long drink from his water bottle, when he became aware that someone else had approached him. He looked around and saw Neil, a slim guy who hung around the gym a lot, but never seemed to put on any muscle.

"Excuse me" Neil asked Brock, "but I was wondering if you could help me."

"What's up little dude?" asked Brock

"Well it's just I've been watching you use the weights and you're obviously such a pro. So I was thinking..." Neil stepped in closer to Brock and lowered his voice "I was thinking," he continued "that must mean the suit serum worked exactly as we planned."

Brock looked at Neil with a blank expression for a few heart-beats, long enough for Neil to start to worry, before a huge grin broke out on his face "It's amazing!" he said in a hushed but excited voice "Not only does the suit give me the same strength as Brock's body, but I've got access to all his memories as well. I can do his full routine without skipping a beat. And it's not just that, I can walk like him, talk like him, no-one suspects a thing."

"Oh Mike, baby!" sighed Neil, "I can't wait to get my hands all over your new body" and he reached out and touched Brock gently on one forearm.

"Hey Faggot!" A shout rang out from across the gym. "Get your hands off my buddy" continued Marshall, as he walked over to the pair. "Is this fairy bothering you?" Marshall asked Brock, moving towards Neil.

Brock put a hand out and stopped Marshall "Relax dude, he's just after some work out tips."

"It's more than that." said Marshall "He and his faggy little pal Mike have been staring at you the last few weeks." Marshall turned round to face Neil "That's right faggot, I know all about your little boy crush on my buddy."

Brock shook his head gently "Marshall, dude, you've got to relax. So what if he's been staring at my body. I mean face it, when would a kid like this ever get a body like mine.. " Brock flexed his arm, popping a huge biceps ".. or yours." he finished, gesturing at Marshall. Marshall, unable to resist a challenge, threw his arm up and flexed his arm, straining to make his bicep bigger than Brock. After a minute the two, realising they were equally matched, relaxed. Brock threw an arm around Marshall and steered him away from Neil. "You know dude, I don't think that latest batch of roids agreed with you, you've been flipping out all the time. You should try the new stuff I've been using" Brock reached into the pocket of his gym pants and pulled out a syringe of bright blue liquid.

Marshall reached for it. "What is it?" he asked.
"Some sort of new hormone shit." said Brock "Don't know exactly, but dude I've felt like a new man since I started using it. Go on, give it a go." he urged Marshall.

Marshall glanced around the gym, ignoring Neil, but making sure none of the gym staff was around. He flipped the cap of the needle and with practiced ease, jabbed it into his leg. He handed the syringe back to Brock and massaged his leg "So how long before this stuff starts to kick in?" he asked Brock.

"Bro, it works totally fast. You'll be a new man before you know it. Come on, lets hit the showers." As the two muscle men walked towards the changing rooms, Brock flashed a quick wink at Neil. In a few minutes, Marshall would be all hollowed out and ready for Neil to slip into. The shower block would be the perfect place for the change to take place. At the thought of Neil slipping inside Marshall's body and what the two of them would be able to do in their new bodies Brock/Mike began to stiffen inside his pants...