Placebo pt 1

I’ve known Jenni since we were kids. She was always pretty and athletic, and was a gymnast in high school. She was only about 5’4”, but had a dense 135lb athletic frame. I’ve always sort of had a crush on her but never told her so. There was something about her lithe, athletic figure that always got to me.

When she told me she was getting involved in a trial of a new muscle-building supplement, I was surprised. I had no idea she was into bodybuilding.

“Well, Steve,” she said, flexing a cute little bicep, “how do you think I keep this athletic body?” she giggled. “It’s not from sitting behind a desk at work!”

“So you go to the gym?” I asked a bit incredulously. I was never much for working out myself, being a computer geek who wrote code by day and played video games by night.

“Sure, every day!” Jenni said cheerily.

“Do you want to become a bodybuilder or something?” I asked tentatively. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but something deep inside me found it.. Compelling.

Jenni rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Just going to the gym doesn’t make you a body builder. I just like being in good shape, and why not get a little help while getting paid to be part of a trial group?”

I nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

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The next time I saw Jenni, I definitely noticed a difference. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts, and her legs and arms were really showing a lot of definition. To my surprise, this turned me on more than I could have imagined.

“Wow, Jenni,” I said, taking in her new more muscular form, “those supplements are really working!”

Jenni flashed a big grin. “They sure are! Check it out,” she said flexing up a lemon-sized bicep.

My eyebrows rose and I reached out. “Can I…”

“Go ahead!” she said, grabbing my wrist and placing my hand on her bicep. It was big and firm, a lot firmer than I thought it would be.

Jenni saw the look in my eyes and smirked. “Hey, you like this, don’t you?”

“Huh, what do you mean?” I asked, pulling my hand away quickly, embarrassed.

“This *muscle*” she said, punctuating her statement with another little flex. “You like it!”

“I… I guess,” I said, a little taken aback.

“Good. Me too!” she said with a grin. “My parents think it's weird, and my brother said it was gross. They don’t get it. But it looks like you do!”

I nodded. “Sure, I don’t see the issue.”

Jenni chuckled. “I think it’s more than that. You *like* it,” she pressed.

“Well… I guess I do,” I said, giving in.

“Good,” Jenni said with a sly smile. “Because there’s more in store!”