Becoming His Gym Bunny (2/4)

It had been a few weeks since Elliot first started training with Adrian, and the gym was finally starting to feel… less terrifying. He still didn’t exactly feel at home in the stretchy tops and clingy leggings Adrian insisted on—but he wasn’t jumping every time someone glanced his way anymore, either. The stares had mostly stopped, or maybe he was just getting used to them.

They had a routine now. Adrian always met him at the same time, the same easy smile, the same steady confidence. Without fail, he’d press a cold bottle into Elliot’s hand at the start of each session—a thick, creamy shake, already mixed and waiting. He never explained it. Just expected Elliot to take it, like it was as standard as stretching or racking weights. Something about the way he handed it over—casual, practiced, automatic—made it hard to question.

Elliot took the bottle like always, sipping as Adrian set up the first set. The shake was thick and smooth, sweet in a way he’d gotten used to. He could never quite place the flavor—maybe strawberry? Some kind of soft fruit with vanilla, maybe. Whatever it was, it always left a faint tingle on his lips by the time Adrian was cueing up the warm-up set.

“Alright,” Adrian said, clapping his hands. “Same set as Monday. Legs and glutes. Let’s keep building that base.”

Squats were first. Heavy bar, loaded on the rack, Elliot’s ponytail bouncing lightly as he slid underneath. He lowered himself slowly, thighs stretching wide, the slate-black leggings clinging sleek over his curves. Adrian knelt beside him, both hands at his waist, fingers barely grazing him—light, almost teasing, never quite still.

“Back straight. Push through your heels. No wobbling, you’ve got this,” Adrian murmured as Elliot rose. “Perfect form.”

By the time they got to glute kickbacks, Elliot was already sweating, hands braced against the bench as he extended one leg behind him in slow, deliberate pulses. The position wasn’t exactly dignified—bent over, ass up—but Adrian said it was perfect for isolating the glutes.

“Keep that motion smooth,” Adrian said from behind him, one hand resting lightly at his lower back. “You want to feel it right here…”

His hand slid lower and gave his ass a firm squeeze, fingers pressing in like he was marking the exact spot.

Elliot’s breath hitched, his knee faltering for half a second before he caught himself and kept going. His face flushed as he stared at the bench beneath him.

“Yeah,” Adrian added, tone calm and professional. “That’s it.”

They kept working for a while longer, one exercise flowing into the next, until Elliot was finally spent—chest heaving, legs shaking, arms hanging limp at his sides. As he stood catching his breath, Adrian stepped in behind him and gave his ass a brisk smack.

“Nice job today.”

Elliot blushed, cheeks nearly as pink as his water bottle. He felt the jiggle from the impact—an unfamiliar, squishy bounce that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago. The workouts were definitely doing something...

His hips had started to widen—nothing dramatic, but enough that he noticed when pulling on his leggings. His waist had cinched in a bit, just enough to make his figure look vaguely hourglass when he caught himself in the mirror. And his arms… well, they were still slim, but his skin was softer now. And smoother.

Adrian had told him it was all part of the process. “It’s normal to lean out a little before you start to bulk up,” he’d said, with that same easy certainty. “You’ve got to strip down before you build back stronger.”

That made sense to Elliot. And maybe he was starting to bulk up—his pecs had definitely started to come in.

Though they were a little softer than he expected. Squishier. And lately… a lot more sensitive to the touch.

Still, progress was progress.