the thought of food and his mouth watered at the prospect of a big juicy steak, tender and rare, covered in delicious smoky barbecue sauce. Not that he'd find one in the fridge, that was for sure, but that was what he fancied right now.
He picked up a weight, a really heavy one. He didn't use the heavy dumbbells very often. Maybe once a week. He had never particularly wanted to build a lot of muscle before, just keep what he had toned and well developed. But he now realised, with genuine pleasure, that he liked being this new bulkier him. He lifted the weight up from his side to shoulder height, flexing his deltoids at the top of his arms. He did ten more. The weight literally flew up in the air as if it were a handful of feathers.
Absolutely fucking amazing...
He did some rapid bicep and triceps curls. Same thing there. This was an inhuman strength. But then again, that's what he was now, wasn't it? Inhuman. His veins popped up, feeding the newly formed muscle with blood. He chuckled like a crazy guy as he stripped and dressed in shorts and a vest, putting on his trainers and leaving his room.
He ran down the stairs humming the Rocky theme to himself and calling Martha.
“Hey girl, come on... let's go...” Martha came running out of the living room, closely followed by his mother. To his surprise, the dog growled at him and shrunk away, hiding behind his mother's legs. “Martha, come on, don't be silly, it's me...” He approached her but she shot off, back into the living room. He shrugged at his mother as if confused, but in truth he knew why she was avoiding him only too well.
“Surely you're not going out running?” his mother enquired with a look of concern. “I heard you were really sick this morning. Hung-over on Phillip's best wine, no less,” she added accusingly. She cast her eyes over his face and shoulders slowly, as if noticing he looked different, but not quite sure why exactly.
“The wine was a mistake, I'll buy him another. Look, I'm fine now. It's just for five minutes, and I won't go far, I promise...” he replied, trying to placate her, on all counts. She stared at his arms, her eyes widening.
“Kyle darling, I have to ask you this. Are you taking bodybuilding steroids? You look a lot bigger than you used to, not so long ago.”
“NO... Of course not. I've been working out more, that's all.”
“Well don't overdo it. Now before you go, I want to talk to you... about Melanie.” she said with a very displeased tone.
“There's nothing to say Mum. We hit it off. She was about to end it with Chris anyways. I just pre-empted it, that's all.”
“He's completely distraught.”
“You're kidding! He goes through women like they're going outta fashion. He'll have another 'Mel' in a few days.”
“No Kyle. He won't. He was very keen on her. He told me he was thinking of settling down with her, you know.”
“ What ? Chris settling down? I can't imagine that for another ten years at least!” he joked outwardly, but inside he felt so bad. He was almost wishing the Melanie affair hadn't happened. He'd help to break the two of them up, and for what? He couldn't carry on seeing her, could he? Not now.
“Well that's what he said to me. And one last thing. About this door,” she said, pointing behind her, “What's all this I hear about wolves coming in here and you being bitten by one?”
“Been having a good old chat with Chris then,” he said in an annoyed tone. The two of them were thicker than thieves. It was funny that it was like that, as Kyle resembled his mother more and Chris, his father. They both seemed to get along with their opposite parent far better.
“It's a tall story Kyle.”
“Look, it was Martha. I was joking with Chris about the wolves. He's got no sense of humour whatsoever, has he? She went a little crazy, scratching at the door, I don't know why. Perhaps it was the full moon rising or something?” he laughed as naturally as he could. “I ticked her
He picked up a weight, a really heavy one. He didn't use the heavy dumbbells very often. Maybe once a week. He had never particularly wanted to build a lot of muscle before, just keep what he had toned and well developed. But he now realised, with genuine pleasure, that he liked being this new bulkier him. He lifted the weight up from his side to shoulder height, flexing his deltoids at the top of his arms. He did ten more. The weight literally flew up in the air as if it were a handful of feathers.
Absolutely fucking amazing...
He did some rapid bicep and triceps curls. Same thing there. This was an inhuman strength. But then again, that's what he was now, wasn't it? Inhuman. His veins popped up, feeding the newly formed muscle with blood. He chuckled like a crazy guy as he stripped and dressed in shorts and a vest, putting on his trainers and leaving his room.
He ran down the stairs humming the Rocky theme to himself and calling Martha.
“Hey girl, come on... let's go...” Martha came running out of the living room, closely followed by his mother. To his surprise, the dog growled at him and shrunk away, hiding behind his mother's legs. “Martha, come on, don't be silly, it's me...” He approached her but she shot off, back into the living room. He shrugged at his mother as if confused, but in truth he knew why she was avoiding him only too well.
“Surely you're not going out running?” his mother enquired with a look of concern. “I heard you were really sick this morning. Hung-over on Phillip's best wine, no less,” she added accusingly. She cast her eyes over his face and shoulders slowly, as if noticing he looked different, but not quite sure why exactly.
“The wine was a mistake, I'll buy him another. Look, I'm fine now. It's just for five minutes, and I won't go far, I promise...” he replied, trying to placate her, on all counts. She stared at his arms, her eyes widening.
“Kyle darling, I have to ask you this. Are you taking bodybuilding steroids? You look a lot bigger than you used to, not so long ago.”
“NO... Of course not. I've been working out more, that's all.”
“Well don't overdo it. Now before you go, I want to talk to you... about Melanie.” she said with a very displeased tone.
“There's nothing to say Mum. We hit it off. She was about to end it with Chris anyways. I just pre-empted it, that's all.”
“He's completely distraught.”
“You're kidding! He goes through women like they're going outta fashion. He'll have another 'Mel' in a few days.”
“No Kyle. He won't. He was very keen on her. He told me he was thinking of settling down with her, you know.”
“ What ? Chris settling down? I can't imagine that for another ten years at least!” he joked outwardly, but inside he felt so bad. He was almost wishing the Melanie affair hadn't happened. He'd help to break the two of them up, and for what? He couldn't carry on seeing her, could he? Not now.
“Well that's what he said to me. And one last thing. About this door,” she said, pointing behind her, “What's all this I hear about wolves coming in here and you being bitten by one?”
“Been having a good old chat with Chris then,” he said in an annoyed tone. The two of them were thicker than thieves. It was funny that it was like that, as Kyle resembled his mother more and Chris, his father. They both seemed to get along with their opposite parent far better.
“It's a tall story Kyle.”
“Look, it was Martha. I was joking with Chris about the wolves. He's got no sense of humour whatsoever, has he? She went a little crazy, scratching at the door, I don't know why. Perhaps it was the full moon rising or something?” he laughed as naturally as he could. “I ticked her
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