"Damn." Jack deliberately hadn't checked his weight since he was still able to button his 34's . Sure he still sported a gut but it was firm and round. Was it bigger? Jack didn't know and, right now, didn't want to find out. Still this wasn't the way he had planned. He figured that his weight would drop now that he was working out. He rationalized that the new weight must be muscle. He would live with being bigger so long as it was muscle and not fat. He posed showing his guns. They looked impressive to Jack.
"Guns are growing, big man."
Jack dropped the pose and turned to see Craig.
"I like that." Jack said. "But I gained ten pounds. Not sure where it went."
"Arms and chest from what I see." Craig answered. "But you still have the belly. Gonna have to eat better to slim that down."
"It's just taking time." Jack answered. "I've got it under control."
Jack changed into his street cloths, noticing that it was a struggle to get the waist buttoned. He sat down to tie his shoes and rrrrrrrrrrrp, his but blew out the seat of his slacks.
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