Obesity ran in the family, so I was very pleased that I'd managed to lose so much of my fat. I'd gone down from six hundred pounds to three hundred of muscle. And while three hundred pounds of muscle might seem like a lot, this actually made me the smallest man in my family.
Body building was a great thing for me. I spent about eight hours a day working out; so my family's unnatural and eternal hunger worked for me. Taking tens of thousands of calories wasn't a bad thing if you also burnt tens of thousands of calories in a day. My large biceps nearly ripped through my shirt and my neck was wide, thick and full of tendons. My once flabby hands were muscular and gently cradled a teacup.
My mother could not have been more pleased with my transformation. "Jas, I'm so very proud of you for looking after your health. I've struggled for so many years to get your father to slim down but each year all my effort is wasted."
I laughed as I sipped my tea, "It's not wasted mom, it worked for me."
My mom Esme just laughed and patted my father on the shoulder. My father patted her hand and sipped a tea that was more sugar than actual liquid. Sitting down, dad was already starting to outgrow his suit, his belly nearly touching the floor and pushing open the buttons of his suit. "But I still hope you'll join us for thanksgiving dinner, I don't want you to be on your own eating only protein bars."
I nodded and laughed to dad, "Yes dad, I'm not going to survive thanksgiving on kale and protein powder alone."
It was nice to see my parents again, and as bad as it sounds; Dad's growing waistline made me feel all the better about my body.
It was getting closer to thanksgiving, but I hadn't let up on my workout routine one bit. I'd managed to find a job as a model for a men's fitness magazine and I indended to keep the job. My wife working in fashion had gotten me the job once I beefed up enough and for that I was grateful.
The private gym in our house had become my second home and my muscles were growing larger than ever. After powering up on a bike for cardio training, it was time again to work the legs. four hundred pounds total on the leg press made my legs feel like jelly; but it was worth it.
Bench pressing two hundred pounds did the same to my arms and I almost slipped.
It was a great feeling, my muscles throbbed and it felt like all the male hormones were increasing my penis size and sex drive. More than once in the passing weeks I'd shagged Alice until she couldn't walk. Poor pixy of mine, though she always recovered and came back wanting more. We were perfectly matched in that way.
But I was really going to need a partner.
Secretly I was a shy boy, and the public gym wasn't somewhere I wanted to work out. But I'd have to go there to try and find a spotting partner. I definitely didn't want to have one of those bone headed work out accidents that sent you to an early grave.
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