Erick Stratton: GYM BUDDY

“Hey man, I hate to be that guy, but you could totally be working out with heavier weights.”

“Huh?” Jared removed his earbuds and turned his head to see a much smaller guy standing beside him.

“I mean, obviously, I’m the last guy who should be giving workout advice,” he stammered, “But look at you. You’re huge.”

“I’m Jared,” he said, extending his hand, “And I’m kind of new at all of this.”

“You’re joking,” the smaller guy laughed, “I’ve seen you in here tons of times before. Not to be weird, but you’ve kind of been an inspiration to me. I mean, I’d love to be your size. Sorry. I’m Mike.”

Jared smiled confidently. On his handsome face, it almost came across as a sneer.

“It’s just, I noticed the past couple of times you’ve been here, you’ve been working out with much lighter weights that usual,” Mike continued, “And not really doing your usual routines. Sorry. That really makes me sound like some sort of a stalker or something. It’s just, like I said, you’ve been kind of an inspiration to me, and maybe this is just part of your training or something? Working out with lighter weights and practicing form? Sorry, I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

Mike could feel his face turning bright red. Jared just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He enjoyed watching Mike squirm.

“Mike,” he finally said, hardly able to contain himself any more, “It’s me... Dustin!”

He checked the room to make sure there was no one else around and then he tugged at the edges of his mouth. Jared’s face distorted and pulled away, sliding up and over Dustin’s head. He let Mike take it all in for a couple of seconds. His head on top of Jared’s muscular, gym-pumped body.

“You like it?” he grinned as Mike stood there stunned, “I noticed you were checking him out the past couple of times we worked out. I thought you might like to have him as a gym buddy instead of me.”

Dustin pulled Jared’s face back up over his own. He couldn’t risk having someone walk in on them like this. He pressed the features back into place, gave a few blinks, and stretched his jaw. He pushed his shoulders forward and the big, round pecs of the Jared suit jutted out from his chest. He flexed each of his biceps and then pulled them up into an impressive pose.

“Dustin?” Mike was still dumbfounded, but couldn’t deny what he’d just seen, “How?”

“Remember that potion I ordered online last week?” Dustin said with Jared’s voice, “Well. It worked. The hardest part was slipping it into Jared’s protein shake, but once he chugged that down, he flattened completely out. Became completely wearable. Looks good on me, huh?”

To prove the point, Dustin lifted up the muscle shirt he was wearing and flexed Jared’s tight eight-pack. He gave his torso a twist to accentuate the defined muscles.

“Oh, and I forgot,” he said, “There’s just enough of the potion left to make one more suit. I thought maybe you’d like to pick out one of the guys here to try it out on.”

“No way!” Mike’s jaw dropped, “I mean, wow. Really?”

“Yup,” Dustin said, “I was thinking maybe that hot jock who we always see when we come in the mornings. The blonde one. How about we plan on getting up early tomorrow and coming in to get him? We shouldn’t have any problem getting the potion into his water bottle now that I look like this. I can strike up a conversation with him about what he’s been doing to build his arms, or whatever, and you can pour it in. What do you think?”

“I guess you’ve really thought it all out,” Mike smiled, already picturing himself in the body of the blonde jock, “So, big guy, do you wanna maybe finish this workout, show me a few of your moves? Maybe go home afterwards and show me a few of your new moves there, too?”

“You got it, bro,” Dustin said, puffing out his chest and taking on all of Jared’s cockiness, “I just hope you can keep up with this.”