Gary headed out of the office, jogging with a much livelier step than he had come in with. Practice was over for the day, but Quantrain knew that Gary would go straight to the gym right afterward in hopes of making some headway into his muscle development. Well, if the formula was half as good as the doctor was anticipating it to be, then he'd see much more than he'd ever dreamed of.
The gym at the school was large and luxurious, with fancy and very new equipment, much like everything else at St. Gerstman's. Quantrain didn't want to waste too much time, so soon after Gary left, he quickly left his office, heading down a half-hidden stairwell at the back, and out the building, across the lawn and to the athletic building.
The room where the free weights were had a ceiling-to-floor mirror running across the back wall, but what most, if not all, of the boys didn't know was that the mirror was actually a two-way mirror, with a small secret hallway running behind it. It was this hallway that Quantrain made a beeline for in order to observe the effects that the formula had on the boy. As he arrived, Gary was one of only two boys working out, the other being a burly senior who Quantrain recognized as one of the tight ends from the football team. Gary had just finished stretching out and was beginning to start doing squats. A small amount of sweat had formed on his brow, but Gary still appeared to be energetic.
As he started lifting, Gary soon realized that he was able to do rep after rep with much less effort than before. He blew through the first set of ten, and as he placed the bar back on the stand, he scratched his head, looking down at the weights with a puzzled look.
"Did I put on the wrong plates?" he said aloud. The senior barely turned his head, and let out nothing more than a grunt in response, but Gary wasn't really wanting a response anyways. He stretched out his arms again, went over and grabbed some plates from the rack and slid them on the bar, and then turned to face the bar, lifting it and starting to do some curls as a test. These were also much easier than he was anticipating, and he set the bar back down and flexed one of his biceps, looking at it closely.
"Holy shit!" Gary muttered under his breath, as a hint of a smile started to form, and for good reason. Quantrain noticed that the sixteen-year-old already was starting to look much more muscular than he had before, and was inching up in height as well, though the boy hadn't noticed this yet. However, the short sleeves on the t-shirt he was wearing were starting to hug his forearms a bit tighter, and his mesh shorts were being filled by significantly thicker thigh muscles. Gary just shook his head in delight. "Finally, after all this time, some results!"
As Gary turned back to the weights, Dr. Q. just chuckled to himself. "Results? You've barely begun to see results, Gary."
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