This time you decide not to protest, having learned the futility of trying to say no multiple times by now. Instead you just fall in behind Lynsey, admiring the way her yoga pants cling to her butt. Admittedly you never had much interest in going to the gym but it's obvious she does, and it's definitely paid off. You think it may not be such a bad idea to come out with her a bit more often now.
Lynsey leads you to a rack of free weights and hands you one marked 25 in big white numbers. She takes another one for herself and says, "Okay, give it a shot! Try lifting it to your shoulder without moving your upper arm, just bend your elbow." You do your best to follow her instructions, and after a bit of straining manage it once, but no matter how much you try you can't get it halfway up the second time.
"All right, watch me and then I'll have you try it again, this time at a lower weight," Lynsey instructs. She does one exactly how she described, then goes for another. As soon as she gets it up to her shoulder you feel a little lightheaded and somewhat dizzy. Lynsey continues, and by the fourth rep you realize that she seems to be getting bigger each time - not necessarily more in shape, just taller. After she finishes her full ten you barely come up to her chest, making her seem like a small giantess to you.
"Lynsey I don't feel so hot, maybe I should sit this out and just watch," you say while she's shifting the weight to her other hand.
"Oh stop being a baby," she chides as she continues lifting with her left hand, making her grow even larger. "I don't feel like coming here every day either," another rep, and Lynsey enlarges a bit more, "but I know that in the end it's good for me." The nonchalance of how she's speaking while doing this with her off-hand amazes you. Does she even know she's growing right now? You look in the mirror to see how big she's gotten, standing on your toes to peer over the rack and see that you're about eye level with her belly button right now.
Wait, peer over the rack? It occurs that since she's nearly doubled in size by now the weighs should look absolutely tiny in her hand, but from what you can tell it's been growing with her. Now it dawns on you that she hasn't been growing - you've been shrinking! With each rep she does more than you, you've lost an inch. When you turn your head back to her directly she's just finishing up with her left hand, and your eyes are below the top of her taut butt.
"There, that didn't look so hard did it?" she asks teasingly, apparently unaware of your new situation. Including the two from when she blocked your path earlier you'd say that you've lost 21" already, making you a mere 42" - three and a half feet tall. You watch her bend over and momentarily tense up while she lifts a 20 pound weight off the rack for you and turns around. Briefly she looks where you would have been before turning her head further down and spying you by her waist. You look back up at her, feeling more than a little intimidated by your friend, and wait for her to say something.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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