Jim's mind whirled with questions, not the least of which was how instantly the law of conservation of mass had been chucked aside to allow him to become much larger, or even a consideration of how his wardrobe had automatically adapted to preserve some semblance of modesty. The orb properly puzzled him -- even the detail of it simultaneously being black and glowing -- but he was in no mood to stand around and stare, he wanted to DO something.
Oddly enough, though he felt a kind of sexual tingle all through his new body. he (for once) was not particularly concerned about sex. He needed to think, and was sure that exercise would aid that.
He went back to the gym, the one known as Bodyfix. It was widely infamous as a hangout for the so-called Boobyfoxes. The Boobyfoxes were damn-pretty big-busted hot-bodied maneaters of the first order, who always tittered and cackled and chortled over the men they worked their way through, shameless in their open and blatant female chauvinism. Jim had long ago summed them up as the Sex and the City girls on crack -- hell, they were Samantha Jones on crack. Ranging from haughty upper-class milfs to adventurous divorcees to spoiled models to even an occasional queen among strippers, they made no secret of their favorite song being "It's a Woman's World" occasionally overheard from their iPods.
Jim was vaguely aware of them as he re-entered, his new condition curing him of his earlier cloak of invisibility in Boobyfox eyes -- and yet, he was not even particularly concerned about them. Rather, he simply had to test his new body. He benchpressed more and more, then tried barbells and kept piling on the weight. His new body astounded him, as he took on the most intimidating challenges with ease, without even breaking a sweat. At last he decided to take a good old cardio run and allowed his mind to wander.
It was suddenly all too clear to him that his life thus far had lacked ambition. He had settled -- into his job, his income level, his original state of health and appearance, even his relationship, which indeed was with an attractive younger woman but simply wasn't going anywhere. His old-self-pity over turning 44 suddenly evaporated as he began to imagine bold new vistas before him. He knew it all had something to do with the orb, but somehow its origin or even its agenda (if any) did not particularly matter to him. It was an opportunity, and he was seizing it.
Jim was in fact so preoccupied that he had no concept of all the slack-jawed awe he was inspiring in every Boobyfox in attendance. Their eyes glided slowly all over his arms and chest and abs and ass and thighs, and while he did try to keep his most private business tucked neatly away, with each great stride he took there was no missing the long stout bulge suddenly appearing over and over against his elastically clasping knee-length trunks. Yet even greater than the sheer visual entertainment he offered was his downright superhuman display of stamina. He ran very hard, and yet after ten minutes showed no sign of slowing or even sweating. He gave every indication of being some giant living perpetual motion engine. It was this combination of size and power and stamina that held every Boobyfox enthralled.
Jim became vaguely aware of one Boobyfox stepping up to him.
"Excuse me -- you must be new around here."
"Not really, I've been here before," Jim said offhandedly, maintaining his long stride.
"I'm positive I would have had the pleasure of remembering. I'm Kim."
"And I'm Jim."
"How appropriate. I mean ... your being in the gym and all."
"I suppose so." Jim was still wondering what sense to make of the orb.
"Listen, some friends and I would like to get out of here in a little bit and buy you a drink."
"I look like I need a drink?"
"Well ... maybe you look like you could stand to relax a little."
"Good point. I accept."
Jim stopped after a few more minutes, then showered and dressed, and once back out in the lobby immediately found himself greeted by several Boobyfoxes.
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