All he saw was himself staring back, but for some reason the sight was turning him on a bit. He felt himself start to get warm in the groin and the… nipples? He shook his head and went back to his bedroom. He had to get some rest before the live-stream.
He laid in bed for almost an hour. Each position seemed strangely uncomfortable, and he kept shifting around. Laying on his back or sides was causing a pain in his lower back, and laying on his stomach made his nipples uncomfortable. Finally, he gave up on sleeping and decided to do something productive.
“Fuck this. I’m going to the gym.”
Max grabbed his keys and went out to the car. He had to adjust his seat before driving. Someone taller than him must have drove it last… maybe Thomas. As he drove, his clothes changed to red booty shorts and a matching low-cut crop top. When he got to the gym, he swiped in with his card and went straight to the kettle bells. He wanted to work some biceps and back, so he decided to do some kettle bell rows. He tried to lift his usual starting weight and couldn’t move it from the rack. He tried again and it barely budged.
“That’s weird.” Max checked the side to make sure it was the 35lb weight. He confirmed the weight and tried again to lift it to no avail.
He looked up in the mirror to see some teenage boy staring at his ass.
“Hey buddy!” Max shouted. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, sorry.” The kid shook his head and walked off to the treadmills.
Max shook his head and turned back to the weights. He grabbed a twenty pound kettle bell instead and even it was heavy. He carried it over to a bench and bent over. He put one knee on the bench and one arm, grabbing the weight with his other arm. Little did he know, this position attracted a lot of attention from the male gym-goers, especially in such a skimpy outfit. After a single set of eight reps, he was exhausted, and figured he must be getting sick or something and decided to leave. As he walked to the car, he thought he noticed the teenage boy from before quickly look away. As he drove back home, he noticed an ice cream stand and realized he was quite hungry. He pulled over, his clothes changing to even shorter white booty shorts and a rainbow spaghetti-string crop-top. He swayed up to the man at the stand and glanced over the menu. Little did Max know, the man was glancing over his very revealing top.
“Hi. Can I have two mango tango’s?” He asked, holding up two fingers.
The man just nodded and blushed. “It’s on the house.” He scooped out two cones and handed them over.
“What really? Thanks!” Max grabbed the cones and walked back to the car smiling.
