Gym

The day passed with a few minor hiccups, mainly due to Tricia, although Morty was already starting to get a better handle on his girlfriend's voracious libido.

But something else caught young Smith's attention: his arms felt thicker and harder. He also noticed more toned abs, as if he were working out.

"You're seeing it, Morty... Burp... your spaghetti body is starting to absorb the compound."

"Awesome, I feel strong too... not super strong, but stronger than before."

Taking advantage of a moment alone in the bathroom, Morty and Holo-Rick discussed Morty's improvements.

"It will be a slow process, but rest assured, the final result will surprise you. Although, I have a suggestion to explain the transformation you'll undergo."

"Yeah... I think I'm going to need it. Any ideas?"

The hologram let out a groan of frustration.

“As always, I have to do everything… Burp… I don’t know, maybe spend a few days a week at the gym… say you want to focus on your health or some other stupid thing.”

“Oh… good thinking, it’ll be fun to try these improvements. Maybe I’ll stop by after class, and I should also get ready for the party.”

Outside the bathroom, aside from Tricia’s interactions, which once again caused astonishment and disbelief among those present, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Once classes ended, his girlfriend left to buy things for the party, saying goodbye after giving young Smith his well-deserved French kiss.

“I hope you don’t get bored without me, love.”

“I… will try… hehehe.”

About two blocks from the university, there was a gym where fitness enthusiasts and athletes usually went. As expected, once inside, Morty felt out of place; he was completely unfamiliar with that environment.

Weights, dumbbells, treadmills, and hundreds of muscular men who saw him as an intruder in their territory. He wandered around hesitantly, more like a lost child, until Holo-Rick spoke to him to calm him down.

"Come on, kid, they're not going to kill you. Just act like you're not about to soil your pants...burp...try something simple like weights."

Breathing more easily, he went for the smallest 6 lbs he could find. At first, he thought they would be difficult, but they didn't feel that heavy. He spent about 20 minutes lifting and lowering the weight, alternating arms, getting used to the rhythm.

"Wow, it's so...simple," Morty murmured to himself.

"You can feel it, kid, the more you work your muscles, the more they will evolve, gaining better firmness...burp...there will come a time when you can lift the triple without problems."

After finishing with the weights, he wanted to try the treadmill. He adjusted the console for a gradual walk. First, he started at 2.0 mph gradually increasing to 4.0 mph. Despite being quite tiring, he managed to last longer than he expected.

Although he got off the treadmill exhausted, he found it pleasant to feel the tension in his muscles along with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Ohh…it was…it was incredible, I never thought I could run so much.”

“And remember, this is just the beginning. When your DNA fully assimilates Alpha Morty, this will be child's play…burp…for now, this is your limit.”

“You're right.”

Thus concluded his first day at the gym, a day that served to gauge the extent of his improvements.