"Uh... my what?"
Hannah rolled her eyes, though a smile was still plastered on her face. Apparently Jack being a somewhat forgetful dork was something that hadn't changed with his size. "Don't tell me you forgot. You had an interview scheduled for that personal trainer position at the bodybuilding gym at 4:30, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, right!" Jack said this with renewed enthusiasm, though he didn't really have clear memories of scheduling an interview... or much at all that had changed, really. At the same time, though, he felt like the memory was there, just hidden behind a hazy fog in his mind... maybe there were more memories there, just waiting for him to discover? This was more complicated than he thought.
"Hey, why are you wearing those old clothes? I thought you outgrew those a couple weeks back..."
Jack looked down at his own mighty chest, being reminded of just how tight his current shirt was, the Batman symbol stretched out probably too far. "Uh... well, I just thought these clothes showed off my muscles well. That's important for a job at the gym, right?" It looked like he would have to improve his lying skills if he wanted to avoid suspicion...
Hannah, luckily, just chuckled a bit at his excuse. "Oooooor you just wanted to show off... as usual," she replied, though he tone indicated she found it more endearing then annoying. His girlfriend then went into their apartment's living room, flopping down onto the couch and turning on the TV.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Jack looked over at the clock. It was a bit past 4 now, giving him a decent amount of time to make it to his interview. Plus, showing up early would be a good thing for him, right? It wasn't like he had much preparing to do...
Heading into the bathroom, Jack grabbed some spray-on deodorant, spreading it all over his pits and chest. The act definitely took longer than he was used to, with all the new space he had to cover. It was a tiny thing, but he loved the way his biceps smooshed up against his pecs as he brought the can across his body. Every movement he made seemed to send a jolt of energy up his superpowered body, and it was AMAZING. After that was done, Jack dug into the cabinets, pulling out a comb to make his hair all nice and proper. While doing this, he noticed another change, though minor and unexpected. Whereas before, his shared bathroom was filled with about 80% Hannah's stuff, 20% his, now it was more of an even 50/50 stuff. He didn't even recognize some of the stuff that was apparently his! Apparently he was more focused on his looks now... not that he would blame himself.
For now, all he did was wet his hair and comb it all to one side. Looking at himself in the mirror, Jack couldn't help but grin. In the attractiveness department, he was still far from perfect, but the stronger look to his face was definitely an improvement in his eyes. At the same time, he was still recognizably... Jack.
He headed out of the bathroom, grabbing his keys and wallet and stuffing them into the tight pocket of his shorts. He paused... then went back over to his desk, grabbing the button and stuffing it into his pockets as well. There was the chance he could have another use for it... and even if he didn't, there was no way he was letting something that powerful out of his sight. Confidence filling him up, he puffed out his large chest and headed out of the apartment.
The gym was only a couple blocks from the residence, so Jack decided just to walk. Immediately, he noticed more changes. He felt himself walking with a bit more swagger to him, as well as a bit faster due to his longer strides. But most importantly, he noticed the stares. Before, he wasn't much to look at, so he was practically invisible when he was out on his own. But now he could feel eyes immediately attracted to his immense frame, and he could see the differing emotions emerge on people's faces - amazement, envy, jealousy, disbelief, lust... all of them just put a big grin on the hulking guy's face.
In no time at all, Jack reached the gym. He pushed open the double glass doors that made up the entrance, finding that he needed to open both of them to squeeze in comfortably. Immediately, he noticed a man waiting in the lobby. He was dressed in a decent suit, but it did little to hide the bulging muscles that were underneath. Though he looked maybe a little soft, like he was out of season, the guy was clearly a bodybuilder or weightlifter of some kind. He was the sort of person Jack would've felt intimidated just being near before - he could hardly believe that he was BIGGER than him now.
"Jack, correct? I'm Will Evans, great to meet you." Up close, Jack could see that the man had a tanned complexion, a near constant smiling face, and gelled up black hair. In a blink of inspiration, he remembered that Will was the owner of the gym.
Will stuck his hand out for a handshake, and Jack smiled, doing the same. As he grasped the other man's hand, instincts suddenly kicked in to tell him not to squeeze too hard. Jack found this odd, considering how he normally shook hands, but once he had actually gripped and started shaking, he could see why he held back. Even when not using full force, he had an iron grip, prominent veins bulging out on his arm. There were so many little intricacies he had to learn...
Will drew his arm back, flexing out his fingers a bit. Just how strong WAS Jack? "Come on, we'll talk in my office." Jack nodded, following Will to the back of the gym.
The owner sat down in his modest office chair behind his desk, letting Jack sit in a chair opposite it. Luckily, such an impressive gym considered that they might get some very large patrons, and the chair had no problem holding Jack's weight. As he sat down, Will laid his arms out on the desk in a relaxed position.
"So, Jack, I figure if you want to help our gym's members find the best way possible to get healthier and stronger, maybe you should tell me about your personal routine first."
For a second, Jack's mind froze. His routine? His workout routine? Thanks to the button, he had gotten this body despite barely having picked up a weight in his life... he didn't know half the words one would even use to describe a workout routine. Was he just going to look like a big idiot in front of this guy.
And then... the words started coming out. Like a waterfall, Jack opened his mouth and started monologuing about a very intense, rigorous routine he went through every day. It was a weird feeling... it was definitely him saying the words, but he felt like he was on autopilot. Still, wasn't like he was complaining - the crisis had been averted, after all. And it was interesting to hear himself talk about what he did to keep his size - did he really jog 5 miles a day?
Will seemed please with it, nodding his head the whole way through. "Very impressive. With a routine like that, I can see why you're so big." Jack couldn't help but chuckle a little, resisting the urge to cockily flex some of his muscles; doing so would probably rip the shirt he was wearing. Still, he was oddly proud of himself.
The interview took about an hour, with the two discussing how to best help customers, what the hours would be like, pay, benefits, all that sort of thing. When it was all over, the two stood up from their chairs, Jack giving the owner a big smile and a firm handshake before he left. He felt incredibly confident that he had the job in the bag.
Standing in the lobby of the gym, Jack couldn't help but sigh happily. He had never felt so good in his life. He was huge, had a nice job lined up, and everything seemed to be going his way...
... And yet, his attention was drawn back to the all-powerful button. As if acting on instinct, he pulled the little device out of his pocket, turning it around in his strong, meaty hand. This was all great... but why not try for better? He didn't know of any limits the button had, so why not have some fun with it and improve his life even more?
Grinning almost uncontrollably, Jack's mind spun through the infinite possibilities, eventually landing on one to wish for. He could always reverse it or do something else if he felt like it, after all. Looking down, Jack let his finger hang over the button in anticipation.
"I wish I was..."
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