Guy tossed the ointment down on his desk. “I look like a fucking kid again!” he said to himself over and over again. Somehow it was still too crazy of a concept for him to get a grasp on. Looking in the mirror again, he mourned the loss of his size, his maturity, his body!
The longer he stared at his reflection, the more paranoid he got. “Oh my God! Am I still getting younger?” he wondered, a worried look on his face. Running into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, he stumbled into the shower. “I gotta wash this shit off of me!” he yelled, turning the shower on.
The noise of the running water drowning background noise out, Guy missed the knock at his door.
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“Hey Guy, you in here dude?” Steve asked loudly. Knocking again, “Come on Guy! I know you’re in there, you gotta quit sleeping in man!”
Guy’s longtime lifting partner at the gym, Steve was a massive man. A hulking 6’6” and 310 pounds, he had the body of a true Atlas. Not only that, but a strikingly handsome face to go along with it. In every respect, he felt he was God’s gift to the women of the earth and never turned down the chance to prove it. Three years older than Guy, he had served as Guy’s mentor at the gym. After moving to the area, Guy had hired Steve as his personal trainer. Under Steve’s expert direction, Guy had put on 30 pounds of hard lean muscle. As Guy became more comfortable in the gym, he stopped his paid sessions with Steve. Since they got along so well together, they usually worked out together when Steve had free time from clients. The two had become good buddies, eventually sharing friends, women, and keys to each others apartments. Since Guy lived closer to the gym than Steve did, sometimes in the morning Steve would stop by on his way to bring Guy along with him.
This happened to be one of those mornings. “Guy! Come on man, I only have an hour until my first appointment today, I need to get my workout in!” Exhaling deeply, Steve shook the keys in his hand, fingering the key to Guy’s apartment. “Don’t make me come in there and wake you up!”
Knocking again, Steve shook his head, sliding the key into the lock. Still in the shower, Guy was busy scrubbing his skin as hard as he could to make sure he rid himself of all the ointment. His soft skin was turning a bright red color from the irritation.
Opening the door to a seemingly empty apartment, Steve dropped his gym bag on the floor near the doorway. “Guy?” Steve’s answer came in the sound of the running shower. Making himself at home, he decided to wait around until his buddy came out of the bathroom.
Steve sat down at Guy’s desk. Glancing over the objects on the desktop, his eyes settled on the open jar of muscle ointment. Steve chuckled, Guy was always into supplements but this was new. Picking it up and holding it in his big meaty manly hands, Steve raised it to his nose, breathing in the soothing lavender scent. “Man, this stuff smells good….”