Nick put the clothes back down into the box and stared blankly at the gym in his living room. Since Matt had left the thought of working out had been in the back of his mind slowly drawing itself closer to the front. Thoughts about new clothes were just distractions. What he really needed to do was work out. Something inside him still tried to fight the sensation but that was rapidly losing as he stepped back into the gym.
The second he touched the equipment that feeling inside him was gone. Seeing those clothes in the boxes were not the wrong size. They just weren't his size yet. It gave him a goal. A destination as he started pumping out a series of exercises on the machines in his room. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. It didn't matter that his heart was racing at an inhuman speed. Or that sweat dripped from every pore of his body. Feeling the weights in his hands and moving them up and down was all he wanted to do.
It was a feeling that he'd never felt before. A constant drain of all his energy that was revved back up. In mere seconds he would feel like he should have been done but then a second or two later like he was well rested. Like he hadn't been working out at all. And the weights just kept getting heavier. Even when he'd started, they were weights that Nick had never thought he'd even be able to lift.
What would have been normally weeks amount of muscle development and growth were happening in mere minutes. As he looked in the mirror he could almost see the growth after each rep. Even though he was only working one muscle it was like his entire body was growing larger and more rounded. Veins pushed out of his skin as blood pumped faster and harder through him.
He let out a growl as he felt the large shirt starting to strain against his body. His chest was pushing far out in front of him while his shoulders pushed to the side. Traps pushed the shirt higher up around his lats making it show off the bottom set of his even blockier abs. Normally he would have just taken the shirt off as it became too small for him to wear but all he could focus on was trying to flex it off. A shirt that would have dangled off of him mere days before was now stretched so tightly against his body that he could hear bits of it starting to tear. Each new movement tested the seams ever so slightly more.
Nick let out another growl feeling it tense against his body. It was so close. The fabric wasn't going to hold. And then it snapped. All at once, the shirt fell from his body in tatters. There was no way the fabric could hold the massive power or size of his upper body as he flexed ever so slightly.
"Oh fuck..." Nick groaned. His body suddenly felt so heavy as he set down the 90 pound weights onto the rack. "Jeez... What a workout..." Slowly he made his way to his room and then plopped down onto his bed. It creaked underneath his new weight. He didn't care. His body was too tired to think about anything other than sleep.