Gawain's undies split apart, his engorged, pre-dripping dick reveals itself to the three lizards. Trent and his sons just stare with shock and arousal in their minds as Gawain just keeps pumping the bar up and down. Derek was itcing to reach out for a feel, "Holy shit..."
Trent quickly interveins by grabbing a coat of his from the dryer and covering Gawain's privates. "Alright, you two, get out."
"Aw come on Dad!", Derek remarks. "You're gonna hog all this to yourself?"
Trent glares at his eldest son, "Hey! It's bad enough Gawain seems to be hypnotized! The last thing I'd want is for him to come out of it and see me and my two sons fondling his dick!"
Derek slowly nickers at ol' Pop. "...So you were thinking it to."
"Just please get the fuck out!" Derek leaves the room with that usual smirk on his face. He sure got him.
Simon on the other hand walks up to his father while putting Gawain's drink on the floor. "You think you can wake him up?"
Trent gently taps his son away to leave, "I'm gonna try. So I guess screaming isn't going to work."
"Well we've tried almost everything. Derek smacked him a few times, he tried to take the bar away but he wouldn't budge, he even socked him once in the jewels and it seemed to only increase his productivity!"
"Huh. Well, Derek may have tried everything...", The father lizard raises a strong, thick arm to flex to his son, "...but now it's your old man's turn. Now, go ahead get ready for school." As Simon takes his leave, Trent takes this time to look over the perspiring sheep. His muscles were becoming much more sinewy and robust, but isn't all this taking its toll on his body? "Better wake this guy up quick." He now stands in front of the jumping bar. After one more rep, the rippling lizard takes a firm hold of the pole before Gawain could do another. For a growing ram, he sure had a lot of strength in him. Trent actually neeeded to put his Olympian-like arms to the test. The last thing he'd want is for the sheep to burn himself out. "HNG...! Come on you sonovabitch... Snap out of it!"
Gawain was sure dukin' it out on his end. The hulking lizard could feel the metal bending in palms. Just how much weight was this guy pulling? At this rate Gawain would be able to lift Trent on his own. ...Actually that would be one of Trent's personal dreams, but on to pressing matters. With another good heave Trent manages to snatch the heavy equipment away from his dazed pal, nearly losing his balance as the barbell shoots to the ground. In a flash, Gawain snorts his nose and is immediately taken out of his funk. "'Gack!' The fuck...? What the hell's...?"
Trent brushes himself off a bit. "Hey. Good to see you're finally up."
"Trent?! Wha-what are you doing here? URGH! And why fuck do my muscles ache so bad...!" Poor Gawain. He couldn't even sit up properly. He sure worked himself out a storm, doing well over a hundred reps in a few hours. "Shit... I feel like I'm gonna pass out..." The worried reptile walks up to console his achy friend. He merely taps him on the back, and Gawain's upper body jolts forward. The mere tap only felt like a thousand thorns stabbing him at the same exact spot. "Augh...! That hurts! That hurts...!"
"Woah now, easy." The hefty lizard then sits himself behind the sheep, letting his body rest up against his. "Just gonna give ya a light massage." Trent begins rubbing down the ram's shoulders. It was stinging pretty bad at first, but for being a behemoth lizard, he sure knows how to rub a guy the right way. No pun intended. "So Gawain, gonna be blunt here. What the fuck's going on with ya? I wake up to see all my protein supply is gone, and then I see you heaving weights like you're some sort of fuckin' robot."
Gawain sighs with worry. "Honestly, I can't say I'm sure. The guys have been noticing this too. One minute I'm working out on my own, the next--AH-AH, too hard, too hard!! Ugh... The next I've been getting smacked around by folks because I can't seem to take control of my workout sessions. NGH...! Not to mention the shitty way I feel after a workout... Luckily I seem to be requesting protein while I'm out of it, that way I get fed and don't literally feel like complete shit after."
Though Gawain's tale is worrisome, Trent couldn't argue that he was liking where this was going. Gawain's muscles seemed to have gained a fourth-of-an-inch all over. Just by working out while hypnotized! Still, he'd rather have a conscious workout buddy than a senseless one. "So, would you know what might be causing this? Why you don't seem to be aware once you start work out?"
"Hell if I know.", the sheep responds uneasy. "I first thought it was because I just had the drive. I had something really close to me whom I wanted to match sizes with." That was a no-brainier to Trent there. "...But now I find myself entranced whenever I grab the bar, and then having to get it taken away from guys like you and Alan. I've also been creeping them out a couple times..."
"Heh. You've been creeping out my kids too.", Trent chuckles, not forgetting the severity of this situation.
"Wait, your kids?! Holy shit!" This is the first the ram's gawked at his own thickening manhood. "Did your kids see me like this?! Great... Way to make a first impression.", he groans.
"Ah don't worry. They've seen bigger." Gawain turns his head back, giving Trent a pompous look. Realizing what he just said, he quickly fake-clears his throat. "Er, AHEM, uh... Sorry..."
"It's fine.", he assures. "Just...try not to bring them up in stuff like this. It can hard to be horny and think about your kids at the same time."
"Noted. Is your muscles feeling any better?"
Gawain softly grins. "A little. Thanks a lot. You wanna know what else seems weird? Even if I do end up spending hours in workout dreamland, my muscles only ache for a couple hours."
"Really? Lucky you.", Trent boasts. "I push myself a lot but I hated feeling like shit for days in certain areas." At this point, Trent's meaty hands were massing around the ram's flaring lats. He was amazed by his mate's muscularity and definition. He then reaches around and fawns over Gawain's meaty chest, rummaging his fingers all around his thick pecs. "Plus, I never really had anyone to give me back massages and such."
Gawain mildly moans under his breath, taking notice of how interested his lizard was getting with his bulk. It may hurt when he moves around but it's not so bad to just flex. "Heh, maybe I'll get to do you someday.", Gawain smirks, bouncing his stout pectorals to show off. One hand from Trent roams down and over his chiseled abs. It's impressive how deep the ridges were to have his ab muscles were pop out. His pec-groping hand then reaches lower to forage over his robust leg and caress his mighty thigh. His other hand slowly reaches further down for the goods, gingerly stroking his flaccid meat. "Aaah..."
"Shit. Can't believe how big you've been getting down there too." Trent uses the tip of his claws to graze the shaft back and forth, sending waves of bliss all over Gawain's frame as he groans quite eloquently. The ram's dick elongates in response right beneath his fingers, gently clawing the tip as it rose to it's hardened peak. It looked to be a solid foot at least now! And he could see Gawain didn't look like he could hold it in for long...
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