Sweaty Gym Slobcks (WIP Preview)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Male Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)

   Slamming his car door shut, Holt put his toned legs to work and ran towards the gym. Making his way inside the building, his fast pace took a hit as he reached the front desk. Coming to a screeching halt, he took a moment to let the female receptionist gawk at his toned, tanned chest outlined by his white crop top. Flourishing his short brown hair, he made sure to give her one last look at his tight butt within the confines of his blue gym shorts before making his way to one of the back exercise rooms. As he expected, he was the last of the group to arrive, a fact that his friends were very eager to remind him.

   Jonathan was the first to approach, standing a full head above Holt. Putting his hands on the sides of his whiteshorts, he gave a wide grin as he flicked about his black dreads. “About time you showed up,” he said, stretching out his gym top to show off his well-built, brown-tinted muscles. “Me and Tiago were placing bets on how long you would waste time modeling for the receptionist.”

   Right on que, Tiago stepped from behind Jonathan wearing a similar outfit, but with his black hair styled into a long ponytail. Though he was the shortest of the group, he more than made up for it with his bronzed skin being stretched by his bulging biceps. “Was it five or ten minutes?” Tiago asked, stroking his black beard and moustache as he joined the other two. “If the latter, Jonathan owes me $20.”

   “Come on, I’m not that bad,” Holt replied. “Besides, do we really have time for this? I’m already late as it is.”

   “I wouldn’t worry about it,” Jonathan commented, gesturing for the other guys to follow him. “Our personal trainer is a no show. Knew the deal was too good to be true.”

   “Let’s give her a few more minutes,” Tiago spoke up. “Even if it’s a total fluke, we still have access to the gym equipment. We can always pick up the slack if we need to.”

   Proceeding through the door, the group of jocks were pleased to see that their personal training area more than exceeded their expectations. Various pieces of gym equipment were spread throughout the area, ranging from exercise bikes to weight lifting sets. A wide, soft mat took up a corner of the room, making it the perfect place to practice yoga or just do simple stretches. Out of all the supplies, the one thing that stood out was a corner of the room centered around showing off a massive television screen. Seeing as how the TV was surrounded by a number of bean bag chairs and a long couch, the guys assumed it was for relaxing after their strenuous workouts.

   Swiveling their heads back and forth as they surveyed the area, the guys all at once focused their attention on a window peeking into an adjacent room. The opening was setup up like a serving booth one would see at a baseball park, complete with a collection of devices to create drinks and a large variety of snacks. Among these various indulgences stood a woman wearing a pink crop top that demanded their attention with her head of wavy, pink-dyed hair and her wide grin.

   “Hello gentlemen,” the woman said with a small bow. “So glad that you could make it tonight. I was beginning to think you got cold feet.”

   Holt smirked and stepped forward. “Unlikely. Don’t think I could forgive myself if I missed out on seeing a pretty face like yours.”

   “Ohhh, well aren’t you a charmer?” the woman asked, simultaneously swelling Holt’s ego and making the others groan. “Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I know all of your names from your profiles, but you aren’t aware of who I am. My name is Jeanie Summers. I’ll be the one in charge of the experiment.”

   “Experiment?” Tiago asked, he and Holt turning towards Jonathan. “You never said anything about an experiment.”

   “I didn’t think it mattered,” Jonathan replied with a shrug. “We get a chance to help develop a new exercise routine and we get free stuff for doing it. Don’t see much of a downside.”

   “My point exactly,” Jeanie spoke up. “Over the course of my testing, you will be given a full exercise routine to adhere to, but aside from that this room is free for the three of you to use at your leisure.”

   “Sounds, great,” Holt replied, a glance at Jeanie’s smile doing wonders to get him to join in. “How do you want to start? Sit ups? Running laps? Measuring my muscles?”

   Jeanie let out a childish giggle. “I appreciate your enthusiasm to hit the ground running, but the first step of my program is proper nutrition.” Ducking below the window, she rose back up with her arms laden with three drink cups. Each of the containers was about the size of a man’s head. Looking over the brim, the jocks grimaced at the strange, green substance that occasionally bubbled up.

   “What is this stuff?” Tiago asked.

   “A specially designed nutrition shake I created myself,” Jeanie proudly proclaimed. “I have carefully concocted these drinks to provide you with everything you need to reach your ideal body types.”

   “Doesn’t look very appetizing,” Jonathan commented, taking a whiff of the drink only to turn his head away.

   “It is a prototype,” Jeanie explained. “I’ll make sure the next batches are more palatable to your smell and sight. However, I assure you the flavor is more than satisfactory. Now please, drink every last drop. I would like to get started on your program as soon as possible.”

   When neither of his friends stepped up to guzzle the sketchy shake, Holt was more than happy to play the role of the brave hero and grab his cup. “Well, don’t be rude,” he said, hoisting up his glass. “The lady is doing all of this for us, the least we can do is play along. That is unless you’re a bunch of wimpy cowards.”

   Falling prey once more to Holt’s taunting, Jonathan and Tiago took their own shakes in their hands.

   “If this kills us, we’re not talking to you anymore,” Jonathan said.

   “Ditto,” Tiago replied.

   “Whatever. Just shut up and drink,” Holt said, clinking his cup against the others’ before chugging it down.

   Through Holt’s bravado, he had fully expected to be drinking down something similar to raw sewage. That made it all the more astounding the pleasantness of the shake’s flavor as it slid down his throat. Egged on by the unparalleled flavor, he drank it up as easily as he chugged down beers back in college. Slamming his empty cup onto the counter, he couldn’t hide his smug smirk as the other two finished a few seconds after him.

   “So,” Jeanie asked, leaning forward with a notepad and pencil in hand, “what did you think?”

   “Pretty good,” Jonathan commented. “Although, I couldn’t quite figure out the taste.”

   “Yeah, what did you put in it?” Tiago asked.

   “That’s classified information,” Jeanie said as she scribbled down some notes. “I’ll reveal the contents of your shakes when or if the study requires it.”

   “I don’t think it matters,” Holt said. “It tastes good and I’m sure it gives plenty of fuel for a hard work-BWOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPP!”

   Jonathan and Tiago backed up as they got caught in the lingering cloud of Holt’s burp.

   “Really man? You couldn’t hold it UUUUUURRRRP!” Jonathan belched.

   “Jeanie, BWOOOOORRRRPPP I think there’s something wrong with the drinks,” Tiago said, rubbing his stomach to try and get rid of his indigestion.”

   “There is admittedly a side effect of added gassiness, but it’s nothing serious, I assure you.” Stowing the empty cups back behind the counter, she unflinchingly leaned through the men’s lingering burps clouds to hand them each a docket of papers. “Now please follow the routines described in these packets. I’ll be over here gathering notes in the meantime.”

   Holt smirked as she skimmed through his papers. “Just make sure you UUURRRP keep your eyes on the prize,” he said, giving a smack to his butt before heading off towards the weights.