After you squeeze out of your house, you chuckle to yourself and look around the street as you take in a deep breath. It's quite a nice day! Perhaps you should show off this new body of yours somehow. You flex your arm with a grunt and see that, even with the fat, you still have quite a bit of muscle built up now. This was going to suit you rather nicely, you think.
You smirk and strut to the sidewalk, looking at the people who stare at you as you go by. They're clearly in shock at someone so big so casually strolling down the street. It feels good, though. You enjoy being seen and having people stare at you as you go by. It makes you feel even more powerful, after all. You can feel your shorts get tight as you get hard simply at the though of being so impressive to these people around you.
"Yeah, I am big... I'm the best, too. Fuck these puny runts," you think to yourself as you come up to the big gym you usually just pass by day after day.
The place has a sign with a cartoonish silhouette of a bodybuilder behind the name of the gym. Through the big windows, you can see men working out on machines or with weights. This was the place a lot of the more built guys went who were serious about getting strong and seeing gains. They definitely weren't the usual New Year's Diet crowd from the gym you used to go to. This one was for the pros.
You push the doors open and stomp your way inside with that big grin on your face. The guy at the front desk hangs up the phone and smiles to greet you but his face turns to shock when he sees you. His cheeks go red and he smiles.
"Uh... are... are you a member, sir?" he asks.
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