"So, what's your major?" I asked him.
"Physical therapy," Phillip replied.
Surprised, I asked, "Is there no major for bodybuilding?"
Phillip chuckled and said, "No unfortunately."
"So you're a double major with physical therapy and bodybuilding," I said, helping the love of my life out.
"That's correct," Phillip confirmed with a twitch and a smile. "What's yours?"
"Astronomy and bodybuilding, too," I answered, feeling my muscles grow larger. My pecs ballooned, my arms swelled, my legs thickened,
and my water turned into a protein shake. I was big, 189 pounds big, but not nearly as big as Phillip.
"Really? Bodybuilding?" Phillip asked in near disbelief, his smile making my heart melt. "How come I haven't seen you in any of my
classes? Or in the bodybuilding club"
"You're a third year student, right?" I asked him. He twitched and nodded. His body got a little larger. Oops. I didn't know that he wasn't.
Oh well. "I'm a second year student. I haven't done the bodybuilding club because I wasn't sure if it was for me. I'm reconsidering it now
though."
"Great!" Phillip said enthusiastically. He put his arm on my shoulder. His touch was electric and so tender. With his other hand, he
grabbed by hand, caressing it with his thumb. I was in heaven, and it was clear that he was too. We were in love.
"So," he asked, messing with my athletic shirt a little bit. "How much do you weigh?"
"209," I said without thinking. No! My muscles grew larger still. I liked it when I was smaller than him! Not so much now that he's smaller
than me.
"It really shows," Phillip complimented. I blushed, not because he complimented me but because I felt ashamed for having him become
smaller than me. "I'm only 201." Here's my chance to fix it.
"Only 243?" I asked in feigned disbelief. "At 6'5", that's impressive." Phillip grew right before my own eyes. His legs lengthened and
swelled with more muscle, especially on his calves. His torso lengthed a little, allowing room for his back to widen even further. His
shoulders were about half the size of my head. His arms also swelled to an even more impressive size. He had just gained 42 pounds and
7 inches in height. I was now five inches shorter than he was; the perfect height. I leaned into him, resting my head on his massive
shoulder without even craning my neck to do so. He kissed the top of my head.
"I appreciate that," he said, still caressing my hand with his thumb.
I thought about what I should do next.