Hmmm, if his memory was correct, then Janet would take about 10 to 15 minutes to get here, depending on traffic. Meaning there was enough time for Brad to give his body a more thorough look over. Brad got up from his bed and returned to the mirror to continue flexing.
Pose after pose, the former track and field star hit, trying to look at his body in all directions. He absolutely loved how his new body was looking and the strength he had. He felt like he could beat up ten of those purse snatchers all at once. It was a shame that he was probably going to get kicked out of the track and field team, but perhaps he could say on for the strength-based competitions. Barring that, maybe he could switch to football to get a scholarship there. Brad was sure that his experience in track could come in handy.
Okay, that was enough posing now, as it was time for some more "personal" explorations. Brad started by cupping his new pecs. Wow, this sensation was something else. Brad never had pecs that stuck out enough for someone to squeeze. Not only that but they were nicely shaped too. Round, but masculine. If Brad liked this feeling this much, he could only wonder how it would feel like if his girlfriend or someone else were to squeeze them instead. Oh, this thought was turning him on so much. He couldn't help but paw at his hardening manhood again.
Though, just before the new muscle man could continue, however, he saw that Janet had arrived and was slacked-jawed at the sight of her boyfriend's new appearance and muscles. She was ahead of the curve for her average arrival time. Brad really hoped Janet obeyed the traffic laws during her commute.
"Oh! My! God! Brad. Bradley DiLaurentis. Really you?" Oh, that stary-eyed look in Janet's eyes. She had never looked at him like that before. Usually, it was reserved for the guys in the magazines she had. This pretty much made Brad's confidence go through the roof.
"Yeah, it's me. Just way hotter than you last seen." Brad flexed an arm again causing Janet to swoon. There he was, Bradly but no longer a skinny jogger, but a muscle man of her dreams. There was something familiar about Brad's new muscles though, but Janet really didn't think about it too hard. She needed to touch him. Now!
"Less, talking more touching!" Janet then decided to start with his abs. She slowly dragged her hands down the front and to the sides of his obliques. She wanted to take in every ridge and striation Brad now had. The muscle fan especially loved how deep the groves were. They gave her enough room to be able to squeeze every individual ab.
"No more 'thin boy' abs here."
Oooh, Janet running her hands on his abs felt so nice. It felt exactly as Brad had imagined... if it wasn't for the fact that something felt off. He had no idea how to describe it, but it felt like something in the back of his head was saying no. That this what wasn't what he wanted. But this was the reason why Brad bought those tapes, right? Needless to say, this contradiction in his brain led to him feeling confused rather than turned on. His girlfriend, perhaps sensing her boyfriend's confusion, stopped touching him and changed the subject.
"So, you got to dish. How did this happen? I want all the details, just like if you were writing a report." Well, Brad wasn't expecting that change of topic, but he oddly enough felt relieved for some reason.
"Well, honestly, I don't remember much of it," Brad started, "I remember that I popped in one of the VHR, and then it felt like I was in some sort of trance, or maybe a dream? Anyway, I remember hearing this voice; I think they said their name was Vertael or something. But after that everything sorts of blends together. I think I remember seeing myself working out and also another name, but I can't... quite remember."
Oh, that name was on the tip of his tongue, but no matter how hard he tried to remember it, the name just escaped him. It was just like how he felt trying to remember one specific detail in his dreams, and it was annoying. Janet, for her part, was listening to her boyfriend's words quietly and thoughtfully, before returning to her perky demeanor.
"Well, where are the tapes, I want to watch one!"
"Huh, you want to watch one? But why?"
"Well, I just want to understand these tapes better, and the only way I can do that is by watching one myself!" Janet had a point, but should Brad really allow her to watch one of the VHS tapes? Who knows what could happen?