I finished cleaning up as quickly and as quietly as I could, all the while ideas were bouncing around in my head. Who can I change next? How shall I do it? What all can I do?
Just as I returned, Nate, who was still playing Halo, said to me, "You know, I'm still willing to take you working out one of these times if you'd like."
Sensing an opportunity to see if I can change myself, I said, "I think that would be fair since it was me who encouraged you to start lifting in the first place. We'll get to see if you've finally caught up to my size, little man."
Almost immediately, I felt my pecs swelling underneath my newly formed muscle shirt. It was a pleasurable feeling, but not enough to make me moan. The feeling spread to my stomach, where I felt each of my eight abs become more firm and rigid. My arms ballooned with muscle, my biceps forming impressive peaks without even flexing. My back grew larger as my shoulders pushed outward, making a perfect v-shape. My quadriceps grew impressively, looking like there were large ropes underneath my skin. My calf muscles buffed up and became chiseled as my legs lengthened, bringing me up to 6'6".
New memories began replacing the old memories. I now knew that I had started lifting five years ago and had finally convinced Nate three years ago to start lifting. At first, we worked out together, mainly because Nate really didn't know what to do. Later, as Nate got the hang of it and our schedules became much more different, we worked out on our own. But we kept track of each other's growth. Now, Nate was at a solid 213 pounds with 16% bodyfat. But I am a massive 254 pounds with only 10% bodyfat. I always tease Nate about how he is smaller than me, and it gives him extra motivation to keep working out.
Nate smiled and rolled his eyes, saying, "Watch you say there, man. Just because I am still smaller than you doesn't mean I'm not able to lift more than you."
"With what bodypart?" I asked before continuing. "Your..."