Although Mrs. Krauss watched the distribution like a hawk, she hadn't noticed the company van's backdoor hadn't been entirely closed. Inside were still small pallets of Muscle Tech-X neatly stacked and begging to be used.
Rachel brought up her boyfriend's Honda Civic to the van's side before turning off the ignition. While Jeff still didn't feel entirely comfortable with the plan, his relief at being able to exit the cramped space was palpable. Rachel had only barely allowed him enough time to adjust the seat before she swung out of their parking space. Unlike anything else, it had really brought home how much difference a single cup made.
He wanted more. So did his girlfriend, just a little more than he did.
She did look stunning however, more vibrant and alive as she flashed him a reassuring smile with the skin around her green eyes creasing in the way Jeff always had found attractive about her. She stretched also, feeling how constricted the short car ride had been. Lifting her muscular and thick arms high, clasping her hands together before pulling them back. Her t-shirt lifted over her washboard abs, showing them taut and defined over her exposed stomach. They had been going to 20 Fitness Gym for months, but she had worked toward for a more limber and lean look than building the pure and bulging muscles she had now.
Rachel let the pose linger, knowing full well the effect it had on Jeff. His muscles had grown too. All of them. One of which they had yet to try out. Turning him from merely athletic to something closer to Tyson with a corded and sculpted strength, a little like a Grecian statue with bronzed olive skin and black hair. Jeff tried to distract himself as he made his way to the van to open the ajar door, wondering how many of his old clothes fit him now. Krauss and her pair of friends had also handed out company labeled unisex t-shirts and shorts with a wry expression once he and everyone else and finished gawking at themselves, clearly expecting this.
After a while Rachel brought her hands down, brushing past her short, scarlet-formerly-auburn-with-a-red tint hair. Then, with hardly any effort, lifted up one of the small ballets of half-a-liter bottles and stuffed them into the back seat with a satisfying grunt. Following few more rounds between Rachel and Jeff carrying their ill-gotten haul, they had almost filled the backseat of their car and trunk.
It felt like a blur. At first they had just decided on taking a pair of bottles, but this didn't feel too bad. So long as they were sly, perhaps they could sell the rest?
Their car hummed to live and with a screech of the tires left isolated parking lot.