Jack was looking down at the trash on the floor, and then looks up at me. "Hey, I thought I told you to take out the trash!"
I let out a heavy sigh, rushing down the stairs to pick them up. "Sorry. I forgot about something upstairs."
My brother crosses his beefy arms. "I'm sure it would have taken you longer than this to take out the damn garbage."
"Jeez...", I groaned. I could tell he was being sarcastic with his tone. He's never really let go of the fact that one of the reasons I was so scrawny was because I was taking too long to do anything. I gave one last glance at my hefty bro, without him seeing the glare in my eyes, and then finally heaved the trash outside. "Why does he have to be so uptight?"
Without thinking, I ended up tossing one of the trash bags into the can. To my surprise, not only did it feel even lighter, but I actually made a perfect 3-point shot. With one hand! I then started to feel my body start to get warm again, looking at my arm to see the muscles throb and contract right before me. "The ring...", I whispered. Looking down at the other bag, I decided to give it another shot. This bag on the other hand was heavier than the first. Must be filled with a weight or two that my brother felt he outgrew. Didn't matter though, because as soon as I lifted the bag, I began to feel my body start to warm again. "Ooh~"
I thrust that trash bag with all my newfound strength, making it reach probably 10 or 20 feet into the air. Sadly, it lands a few inches away from the trash can. "Aw..." This didn't upset as much though, being that my body may have gained a couple pounds in muscle mass. "Whoa!" My arms didn't look so twig-like anymore. My shoulders looked broader, my biceps and triceps were ascending and my forearms looked perfectly pumped. My chest and back became wider, my stomach now had a set of washboard abs and my jeans were starting to feel tight down there. My thighs and calves even displayed themselves quite nicely.
I raised an arm to flex my now 5-inch bicep, "Wow.. This is all too crazy!" I wasn't anything special at the moment, just someone who looked like they have been working out for a good week or so. "And it's all because of this ring?" Looking at my hand, it seems the ring was also growing with my body. "Hmm... I wonder what would happen if I take it off." I then slipped the ring off my finger, expecting the effects on my body to wear off immediately, but nothing happens. "Huh. Guess my muscles won't go away so easily. That's perfectly fine with me."
I slipped the ring into my pocket, for now, and then reached down to appropriately slip the bag into the trash. As I slipped it inside the bottom of the bag suddenly stretches and tears up underneath. "Yuck! Well, at least it's in the trash can now." Cocking a brow, I notice there being a 15-pound dumbbell inside that I then reached in to pick up. 'Blech' Why doesn't he just donate these instead of tossing them away?"
My eyes darted left to right, seeing no one was around, and then decided on doing some arm curls with it, while covering my nostrils with the other hand of course. It actually felt pretty good. So this is what my brother was always yammering on about when he works out. He would sometimes do it in front of me to get me to partake, but then I would always ignore him in return. "Martin? What are doing?"
My body immediately froze. I quickly dumped the weight and then turned to face my brother. "J-Jack! I-I was, y'know, taking out the trash."
The larger reptile scratches his head, "Have you, always looked this pumped before?"
I gulped...
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