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🕑 Added 2018-11-11 03:33:09 +0000 UTCJackie was so excited to have finally gotten a date with Henry. She’d seen him at her gym for months now and scheduled just about every workout she had around whether or not he was going to be there. Then every chance she’d get she’d show off for the bodybuilder. It didn’t matter what he was doing she would be a machine or two away doing something to show off her firm butt. She was always jealous of the other girls who had larger breasts but figured her more fit body could also attract a pretty good looking guy. It just took a lot longer than she expected.
He seemed more interested in working out than her. Henry focused so much on his body and Jackie just didn’t understand it. He craved to be bigger. Stronger. She didn’t mind watching him workout but there was a question in the back of her mind of how much it control his life. Jackie just brushed it off. There was no reason to worry about it. There’s no way he could think about working out more than he’d think about her. Especially once they started dating. All she had to do was drink the potion and then touch him and it’d be perfect.
She saw him enter the restaurant and come towards the table. He tipped his head back, taking notice of her. She smiled coyly and shifted the hair out of her face. Even if he was just in a sleeveless shirt and shorts she didn’t mind all that much. All she’d put on was a cute dress that went down past her knees. It might not have been a perfect date but it was still going to be the first of many. Taking a quick drink of the potion she stood up and went in for a hug. However the hug was never completed. Instead the waiter had gotten between them and she’d given him the hug instead.
“Makes me feel loved,” the waiter joked. “But I guess that wasn’t for me,” he laughed uncomfortably. He was just a scrawny college guy. Someone Jackie would never even look twice at.
“Huh?” she realized who she was wrapped around. “Get off me,” she pushed him away and went to hug Henry instead. However she found her hand gripped in his as they did a shake flexing their biceps. “Yo!” in sync with Henry.
“Man sorry I’m late. Just got done watching someone do a killer workout on Youtube. We’re going to have to try it sometime,” Henry’s smile broadened as he said it.
Jackie’s mind started to race about what it could have been. She’d been watching him workout for so long she didn’t know what he could have watched. “Eh-hmm,” the waiter coughed getting the twos attention.
“Oh sorry bro,” Henry said picking up the menu. “I just want a water.”
“Me too,” Jackie added. She felt a little odd ordering it. Normally she’d gotten something a little more alcoholic to help loosen her up a little bit. But right now she was really feeling like getting water. Something about it sounded really good. But more importantly her body suddenly felt kind of sore. Like she’d just done an intense workout and she didn’t know why. Just water seemed like a better bet at the moment.
The waiter left and Jackie caught herself looking at him walking away. Even if he was so scrawny he did have a nice ass. It was tucked tightly around his khakis and she could see each globe bounce as he walked away. “Yo. I think he’s interested,” Henry laughed as he flexed his arm. “He wouldn’t stop lookin at us. Wanna play with him?” Jackie just looked at Henry confused. “C’mon… It’ll be fun. I know you’ve got a type.” Henry almost seemed to be mocking her as he said it. She wanted to interrupt but Henry stopped her. “Just play along man.”
The waiter came back with the two cups of water and set them on the table. “Are you two ready to order?” he asked. His eyes drifted up from the notepad and stayed stationed on Henry. The waiter obviously taking his chance to get a good look.
A coy grin crossed Henry’s face. “I’m not sure… See, I’m trying to go into a bulking phase right now and don’t know what to get. I need plenty of protein and probably some potatoes. Need to get nice and big,” Henry added a flex to his arm showing off the bulging bicep.
“B-big?” the waiter caught himself, “Don’t you mean bigger?”
“Oh?” Henry taunted. The bodybuilder had a way of making himself sound so open. “You think I need to be bigger?”
“What? No! It’s just…” the waiter lost his cool for a second as Henry ran his big hands over his even bigger bicep. The rough hand crossed over his smooth skin. “It’s just,” the waiter was trying to keep his face from turning red. “It’s just you’re already pretty big.”
“Oh. I’m just pretty big,” Henry joked. “He just thinks I’m pretty big Jack. What do you think?”
“I think he’s right,” Jackie insulted. There was a pang of jealously that she wasn’t being paid attention to that shot through her body. But as she thought about it she didn’t know whose attention she was craving. Looking up at the waiter she felt something weird. Moreover she felt something weird between her legs. It grew stiff and hard. He separated them feeling it rub up against each leg. It just felt better to sit with his legs wider open. The thick muscle between his legs was pushing up against something. He couldn’t quite tell what it was.
The waiter laughed at the joke. “So you just think I’m pretty big too?” Henry chided.
“Ehh… Pretty big… It’s just you’re still a growing boy. I’d just say order something off the kiddie menu. That’s about all the calories you need,” Jack joked. He cocked his back. Something about it made him feel more dominant. His broad shoulders filled the side of booth but his thick neck made that difficult too. “Maybe a small plate of meat and potatoes. What I need is about what twice he’s getting.” Jack didn’t know what he was saying. The constant flow of insulting jokes just kept flowing out of him. He couldn’t stop. But with each joke he felt less comfortable in the booth. It was like there was less space around him. Like his body wasn’t designed for something like this.
“Oh? So I should go get a kid’s menu from up front? The dino nuggets are really popular,” the waiter laughed.
“Haha.” Henry mocked. “Come on. You really think I’m just pretty big? Go on and test your strength.” He held his arm out and flexed it. The bulge tightened. “Go on,” he gave it a slap.
“Uh… I don’t…” the waiter was getting bothered again.
“It must be cause you want to feel this one,” Jack held up his bicep and flexed. As he did so it was almost like it was growing. Getting bigger even as he flexed it. For some reason he’d felt like it was small but the 20 inch arm was anything but. Ink pooled in his skin in a series of loops forming a tribal tattoo down his arm. He gave it a slap as well. “Mine’s bigger,” he bragged.
“But mine’s stronger,” Henry said. The weird competition between the two had the waiter’s mind going wild. He just laughed uncomfortably but chose Jack’s arm. He gave it a squeeze. He pressed with all his might but the muscle refused to move. Jack just smiled. He could feel his own dick harden as the little guy tried to show off.
“He’s strong,” the waiter finally said. The red on his face wouldn’t die down. He tried to keep his composure as he took the guys orders but with the clear tent in the front of his khakis they knew what was on his mind.
“Guess you won this one,” Henry whined as the waiter walked away.
Jack just smiled. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to worry about the tip. I’ll more than happily give him more than he’s used to.”
