Can I Have My Weights Back, Please?

GLKnight · April 16, 2021, 09:06:21 AM

Another short one for you guys.
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Jace had had enough of this day. First it was a rude customer on the phone as soon as his shift started. Then it was some opportunistic birds swarming him for his food. Then after lunch, he was blamed for not noticing when Kai , one of his employees that worked in the warehouse, double counted everything and was caught stealing stock from the loading bay he was the supervisor of and nearly fired. Then his car was stolen right in front of him, and the cops immediately told him it'd be a loss. It was one shitty moment after another, and all he wanted to do was get back home to his girlfriend, lift some weights and take a nice long hot shower.

After a $70 dollar ride home that only rubbed salt in the wound that was his day, he rushed into the house and made like a bandit to his room. Throwing off his work outfit, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped, looking at the progress he had made so far. Eighteen months ago, he had begun to work out when Chantelle, his girlfriend, made one too many "chubby hubby" comments that set him on this path. Within a week, he had bought weights, changed his diet, began running every morning. He had even convinced Chantelle to join him, which he found she immediately enjoyed. And now, not only had he lost nearly 120 lbs., but he felt better about himself, had more energy, plus the increased style options didn't hurt. But as work began to demand more of his time, he saw Chantelle less and less. Especially as she spent more and more time working out.

Slipping on some shorts and a tee and sneakers, Jace was ready to dive into his nightly routine.

"Finally," he sighed, rubbing his hands. "Now I can relax and-"

He flung open his closet to pull out his weights, only to find that, once again, Chantelle had snagged them for her own workout. Leaving just the bars and pins.

"Honey?", he called out, hoping she would hear him. But he knew that she was lost in her own Lifting World by now. Which meant there was only one place she could be.

Rushing into the backyard, he saw that the lights were on in the shed in the backyard. A full day project when he began, he purposefully built it to be big enough to house the equipment and keep everything dry. But as time went on, Chantelle affectionately started calling it "HER room", spending more ridiculous periods of time in there when she wasn't at the gym.

"Honey," he called out again, hoping she'd hear him. "I'm coming in, okay?"

All he heard was a grunt that seemed to give approval as he threw open the door, and was immediately overtaken by a humid wall of heat that carried the scent of sweat. Recoiling slightly, Jace looked in and saw his girlfriend Chantelle once more blasting her muscles as she pushed out rep after rep on the bench press. Grunting in perfect time like a machine counting out the reps, stopping at fifty after blasting through the set before racking the weight and sitting up.

"What's up?", she asked, her raspy voice chipper as she toweled herself off.

"Babe, you took my weights again. Today was awful and I need a workout. And since you took over the shed, I have to have my own set. Can I please have them back?"

"Come on," she begged him, flexing her 18 inch biceps for emphasis. "You know your stuff is perfect for my light days!"

Jace looked at his jacked girlfriend as she stood up.

"And you can't use the weights you have in here because...?"

"All I have are hundreds and fifties for the plates! Yours helps with the middle ground for my plateaus!"

As Chantelle walked towards him, he looked her up and down to take in how much she's progressed. At the beginning, she was so thin. 5'1, barely under 100 lbs., no confidence whatsoever. But looking at her now, she was a veritable idol of might. She walked with a swagger from her thick legs, her body was a work of art at 203 lbs. of highly sculpted meat. He even had to admit, some of the side effects of her steroid usage were a plus, like how her facial features had changed just enough to put her in that sweet spot of androgynous that only enhanced her attractive details, and how her voice now had that Eartha Kitt like purr to it. He was just lucky she didn't get acne or increased body hair or anger issues.

"Still, it's not cool that you keep taking my plates. How am I gonna get in better shape if I don't have weights to work with?"

Wrapping her arms around him, Chantelle gave him a loving but firm hug.

"You could always lift with me in here," she said, looking up at her love.

Jace shook his head, smiling.

"Chantelle, I know you would love that. But you remember the last time we did?"

"Yeah," she said, remembering how she kept getting impatient and taking the plates off his bars, mid-lift. and adding them to her own. Nearly causing an accident on the third weight set her started before giving up.

"Until we can move into a bigger space and get some more weights, we'll have to keep doing it this way."

Breaking the hug, he looked down at Chantelle, who was slightly pouting to make him change his mind. But he was resolute.

"Can I have my weights back, please?"

With a sigh, she hung her head in resignation, walking over to the bench press and removing the plates.

"Do you want me to put them back on?", she asked. Jace only nodded as she carried all 235 lbs. of free weight plates back into the house.

"By the way," Jace said, opening the sliding glass door for his love. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Chicken and rice?", Chantelle replied.

"Again?", he asked. Making Chantelle give it some serious thought.

"Grilled LEMON Chicken and GARLIC rice?"

"That sounds like a plan," he said, planting a kiss on her prodigious shoulder as he escorted her inside.