This guy has dark brown hair, a full beard, and massive pecs that were practically the size of my head while my Greg was a five foot nothing skater boy with long, blonde hair. I call him Greg, because he reminds me of a guy I knew back in college. Well, I have no idea what his real name is, but. Budget-Jason-Momoa was my favorite, but Almost-Tom-Holland-With-Wide-Shoulders was a close second.Īnd then there was Greg. The beefcakes were completely oblivious to my wandering eye, which allowed me to consume as much eye candy as I desired.
Now that the machines were less crowded, the gym rats were free to return to their natural habitat. Honestly, at this point, I think the only reason I was still going to the gym was the amount of free eye candy. I was going through the motions without actually putting in any effort, so of course I wasn't going to see any results. I showed up, played around on the equipment for a few hours without really breaking a sweat, and then called it a day. well, I wasn't sure if protein shakes were legit science or just overhyped consumerism, but I wasn't buying any of those, either. I was still eating ramen for lunch and dinner almost every day, my daily food intake was completely devoid of any fruits or veggies, and. I really wasn't changing any other part of my lifestyle. Which, while that did feel something to be proud of. Most of the New Year's Eve crowd had given up a few weeks ago, but I refused to let myself become part of a failure statistic. So, I decided to join the massive throng of people who made a resolution to work out more in the New Year. Now that my college days were now several years behind me, it was becoming painfully obvious that I was growing more and more out of shape. Damn you couldn’t wait to get home and fuck I hope you enjoyed your subway ride.ĭedicated to my Valentine, the lovely fact that I was still trying to work out at the gym a few days a week was a testament to my sheer stubborn force of will. You grapped his hand and pulled him towards you and kissed, your dick getting hard as you did. You turned and saw your husband standing there. But you didn’t know what until you heard a familiar voice call your name. You called his name as you moved to the door and stepped off.Īs your flip flops hit the ground you felt a strange sense that you were missing something. You stood up looking for your boyfriend but you couldn’t see him. He looked at you and made a face before getting up and running off the train. A stranger with black hair, blue shorts and a body that looked pretty toned under his polo shirt sat there. You turned to go tell your boyfriend except he wasn’t there. The kind of body that you’d write about merging with. Suddenly the train was filled with light and you saw your reflection in the window. You felt your dick begin to get hard as you felt your muscles. You felt your stomach moving and slipped a hand under your tank top to feel as a six pack began to emerge to match your new pecs. Freckles exploded across your face as your hair changed color and shortened. Your feet expanded to match the new height of your changing body and your face began to shift becoming more defined. What was happening to you? In your panic you didn’t notice as your legs stretched out and your jeans reformed as swimming trunks giving space for your dick to grow longer. You run one hand up and down your arms and the feel bigger, almost more muscular. In fact you notice you don’t even have sleeves anymore.
You slip your other hand out of your boyfriends grasp and run it up and down your shirt but you can’t find any buttons. You raise your hand to unbutton the top button but couldn’t find it. It felt almost like it was tight and didn’t fit. The train was feeling strangely hot, and combined with your wet shirt, you were getting uncomfortable. You feel your boyfriend grab your hand in the darkness. The carriage was plunged into darkness as the train left the station. You both step on to the train just before the doors close and sit down as it begins to move. Both of you run to get on it rather than take your chances with the rain again. As you get to the bottom of the stairs you see a train pulling in. Your boyfriend pulled you into the entrance to the subway to get out of the rain. You’d had a cute night at a low key bar by the water front but left before the clubs began to start overflowing with college aged kids hooking up on the streets.Īs you walked down the streets it began to rain and your button down shirt began to get wet. You and your boyfriend were walking back to your hotel talking about tumbr story ideas you could write that night when you get back.