Building - Eva's Journey

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[srielley]

Love reading about her "evolution ". Cannot wait to read where she goes next.

[Frydon82]

Part 8: Pump:

As Eva lay down underneath the bench press, she could feel her enhanced back muscles press into the soft cushions. She smiled. Although she was in for another insane exercise, the results of her new training had definitely starting to show the last 2 months. Her old training outfit, which had dutyfully hidden her developing body from the outside world since the start of her bodybuilding journey, was fitting tighter than ever. The sleeves streched over her larger shoulders, biceps, and triceps while pulling tightly underneath her armpits, accommodating her growing chest and widening back. It felt good though, filling out clothing that previously felt baggy and loose.


Looking to her right, she saw Rick load two plates on both sides of the barbell. Her small hands gripped the iron that rested patiently above her. As Rick commanded her to lower the weight, her muscles tightened and were forced to move the weight up and down again and again. Eva moaned as she felt her pecs fill up and expand. As she pushed through the final rep of the exercise, she suddenly heard the zipper of her hoodie pop open as it couldn't hold back the size of her inflated chest anymore.


Eva felt her abs press against the fabric as she raised herself up from the bench and zipped her hoodie up. All though the intensity of the workouts hadn't diminished, she recovered more and more quickly, no longer being utterly depleted after each exercise.


As she walked away from the bench toward the dumbells in front of the mirror, Rick couldn't help but stare at the show that Eva unconsciously put on display.


The training had pushed her body into offseason fitness model territory. Her muscles were stretching the old hoodie wider than it could really handle, showing the thick traps and v-shape of her upper back. Her moving glutes stood out prominently as they rebeliously flexed and tugged the gray fabric of the sweat pants apart. Her quads, hamstrings, and calves completely filled out the old training clothes, bulging and tensing as she walked. Looking in the mirror, Rick could see her muscled upper body pull up the hem of the hoodie, clearly showing her developed lower abs.


"You really should go shopping, Ev." Rick finally said "Besides the fact that your gym clothes have been soaked in sweat during every workout for the last couple of months, they also kind of look painted on by now."


"I think It looks kind of hot", Eva replied as she grunted and started to do side raises with the dumbbells she pulled from the weight rack. "It makes me look big." Her shoulder muscles swelled as she moved the weights.


"Think of it this way," Rick added as he walked around the bench press toward Eva's flexing physique. "You need to give that body some more room to grow."


Eva seductively bit her lower lip as she imagined herself even bigger. She felt blood flow forcefully through her tiring shoulder muscles. Her entire body pumped up. Finally, the old hoodie could not take it anymore. The seams on her right shoulder tore open as the zipper in the front sprang apart, revealing the abs and pecs of Eva's intimidating body.


Unfazed, Eva continued lifting, looking at her exposed body in the large mirror. Rick stared at her; he couldn't remember her lifting this much weight during this exercise before.


Eva's eyelids fluttered as she kept raising her arms—another rep, and another. Her thickening right shoulder tore the gap in her hoodie even wider as it swelled with an insane pump. She felt her crotch tingle as she continued, intense feelings of pleasure washing over her. The image of herself ripping out of her clothes had triggered a feeling she hadn't felt since she fantasized about starting bodybuilding in her apartment so long ago.


Rick looked at the girl in front of him. It was hard to imagine that this feminine stack of muscles was a timid and frail girl just a five months ago. Thinking about the road of possibilities that still lay in front of her, he couldn't help but get hard.


Suddenly, Eva moaned hard as she threw her head back into her swollen traps, climaxing right then and there, her hips thrusting and moving her thick glutes in her tortured sweatpants. Her gutteral echo carried itself through the empty gym.


"That..was..intense," Eva sighted, as she slowly opened her eyes and put the dumbbells in the rack in front of her. She turned around and smiled. "It seems I'm not the only one who enjoyed the show." As she seductively walked past Rick, she slowly followed the length of his swollen member with the tip of her index finger. Rick tensed up as he tried his hardest not to come right then and there.


"Such restraint," Eva said, as she winked at him as she walked towards the changing rooms. "Guess I'll have to try harder next time." She paused for a moment and looked over her pumped shoulder. "Or get a bit bigger, of course.".


As she disappeared behind the locker room door. Rick just stood there, dumbfounded, wondering if it was all a daydream.

[horst11]

Wow, that was amazing!!! Love it. Thank you
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[Wookey]

Thank you. Fantastic work. K++++

[Frydon82]

Part 9: Failing Fitting

It was an early Thursday morning as the ruffling of the birds outside Eva's bedroom window awakened her from another good night's sleep. Since she started training, she'd slept like a log every night. Her body craved rest as it worked hard to restore itself from every workout it endured these last 5 months. Winter break had started, and Christmas was approaching fast. Classes had ended a week earlier, and Eva had more spare time on her hands.


She stretched her stiff body, sticking her feet out from underneath the warm blankets. Her muscles still ached from the workout the day before. Since her pajamas had become too constricting for her body, Eva had taken to sleeping in the nude. Smiling, she kicked off the blankets, allowing the winter sun to kiss her trained body.


Eva stroked the sides of her hips as she proudly looked down, admiring the fruits of her hard work. She looked so jacked. Peering over her pecs, she saw her cobblestone abs and thick quads push out like flowing hillsides. It was impressive, but nowhere near the size she had envisioned for herself. Her gains had slowed down somewhat as her body quickly adapted to the new training routine Rick had developed for her. Sure, she was still getting stronger, but she wasn't growing the way she experienced in the first 3 months of her new 'lifestyle.' Maybe she'd reached the genenetic potential Rick had spoken of earlier, or maybe she simply had been reveling in those beginner gains everyone was always talking about.


Putting the worries out of her mind, she hopped out of bed and into the shower.


While the last drops of water were dripping from her still-drying hair, Eva stood in front of her closet. Since her little clothes-ripping adventure in the gym, she hadn't really followed up on the advice Rick gave her to buy some new clothes. Sure, she still had her trademark dark hoodies and sweatpants, but as for actual, normal, pretty clothes, she didn't have a lot of options left.


"Too many muscles on this body," Eva mumbled to herself as she flexed her biceps and smiled. Rummaging through the closet, she found some old, strechy jeans and a simple black sweater. Carefully, she slid her arms through the sleeves of the top as he pulled the rest of the item over her head. Eva cooed as she looked at herself. The sweater was skintight. Shoulders, traps, pecs, and abs were clearly visible as they fought to escape the black confines of their polyester prison. She couldn't help but bounce her pecs a bit as she observed the power she exuded from within the old shirt.

The pants were next. Eva let herself fall backward onto her bed as she tried to fit herself through each trouser leg. The clothing aggressively coiled around the muscles on her curvy legs. Her glutes were the most challenging part, as she used her new upper body strength to hoist the pants over the two firm, developed mounts. The waistband was the easy part, as it fit perfectly on her hourglass figure.

Eva lept on her feat and walked toward the mirror. Moving carefully not to rip anything, she could feel her body protest against the stretched clothing. She hardly recognized herself. The mirror reflected a gorgeous 20-year-old girl, but with an uncharacteristically trained and strong body. No item of clothing that she had could now contain her jacked physique any longer.


After eating her breakfast, Eva put on her short leather jacket, grabbed her carkeys and strut out the door. It was time for a new wardrobe.

[tapion]

Wow I love this story. So well written !

[Frydon82]

Part 10: Looking back

Jill shivered as she waited for the shutter in front of the shop to open. The clothing shop was still cold from the night before, and, as usual, it took forever for the central heating to warm up the place. One of the many downsides of a beachside property during the winter. As the shutter opened, she looked at the snowy pier that revealed itself on the other side of the glass. This place was so active and vibrant during the summer months, but now it just looked lonely and depressing.


Jill remembered how she had fought with her parents about dropping out of college and wanting to open her own store at the beach. She wanted to earn real money to support her true passion for fitness—crossfit, to be more specific. Being from a more traditional Hawaiian household, she was expected to be humble in her appearance and focus on academic success. Sure, she was smart, but ever since she started gymnastics at a young age, she found that expressing herself physically gave her a real rush and, in her eyes, a path to true happiness. Crossfit culture didn't really "jell" with the image her parents had for their daughter. Intense interval and weight training in revealing outfits in front of a stadium full of people wasn't really subtle or humble. According to them, she was simply throwing away her potential. But when it came to crossfit, she had just that: potential. The powerful and compact stature she'd earned in her years of gymnastics gave her the ideal build for the sport, and soon the prizes were rolling in.


That was until she broke her knee when she fell from a particularly high rope climb a few years ago. Gone was her dream of becoming a champion, and all she had left were some unfurfilled ambitions and this old store. Jill sighed as she wiped a strand of her blonde-dyed, shoulder-length hair behind her ear. She looked past the neat stacks of folded sportswear into the mirror of the fitting room, and couldn't help but frown. She still looked pretty fit, but the reflection was a far cry from the competitive physique she had a few years ago.


"No customers and no perspective," Jill thought to herself. "Maybe dad was right. Maybe I should just sell the place."


As she contemplated just shutting down the shop and quitting on the remainder of her dreams, the sharp ring of the bell above the front door broke Jill's train of thought. A feminine, peppy voice pierced the silence of the store: "Good morning! Are you open yet?"

[Frydon82]

Par11: Ripped

The shopping spree Eva envisioned for herself wasn't really panning out the way she wanted. Most of the stores in town were stocking their new collection for the winter season, so she wasn't spoiled for choice. Her measurements were the real problem. Being just 5'2, finding cute clothes was a challenge on its own. If she could find something nice to wear, it was usually a size XS, or an S if she was lucky. A few months ago, she didn't have any curves to speak of, so she was often forced to buy tomboyish clothes that hid her features rather than accentuate them.


But that was over 5 months ago now, and training four times a week for two hours a day, lifting heavier and heavier weights until her body couldn't move anymore, yielded results—lots of results. Supported by the amount of calories she had to eat every day, she managed to pack over 22 pounds of muscle on her frame. Her legs were carrying most of it, so pants were the biggest problem. If she could find trousers that fit her length, her leg size made it impossible to pull them up past her quads. Sweaters and tops were easier though, but the material was less forgiving. She looked down in her shopping bag at the two sweaters she did buy. Not because she wanted to, but because she ripped out of them in the fitting room.


But the looks were all worth it. The response of the clerks as they saw her trained body revolt against the narrow, constricting clothes was an enormous turn-on for Eva. They were so in awe of her and the strength she exuded. She felt like a freak, but in a good way. And then there were the looks she got from people on the street as they stared at the new curves that Eva boasted beneath her old clothes.


As she walked past the window of a small clothing shop near the pier, she looked at the wellness-sized legs that moved and bulged underneath her streched jeans. Her glutes stood out proudly below the waistband of her leather jacket.


Eva smiled. 'Nice, and I'm not even wearing heels", she thought with a grin on her face, imagining what they would look like in a few months. As she looked at her reflection, her attention was drawn to the letters that were drawn on the window of the shop. "Athletewear," Eva read out loud. With renewed enthusiasm, she walked into the store.

[Frydon82]

Part 12: Pump-cover

Yes, we're open!" Jill replied as she moved toward the front of the store. "Can I help you?"


"I sure hope so." Eva replied, "I haven't been very successful up until now."


Jill smiled at the girl stepping inside the store, still brushing the fresh snowflakes from her short hair. She stopped in her tracks to take in the sight that had just entered her store. As they met each other's gaze, Jill looked at the beautiful girl with the dark brown eyes in front of her. But that wasn't what really caught her attention. She could see a noticeable bicep move beneath the sleeve of her jacket as she brushed through her hair. Her legs were thick and muscular, ready to rip themselves free from her streched jeans as she balanced herself from one foot to the other.


"I can see why," Jill replied with a confident smile, still looking at Eva's legs. "Damn girl, you must lift some serious iron."


Eva stared at Jill with a look of surprise in her eyes and started to blush. Nobody, not even Rick, had commented so directly about her muscles before.


'O sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," Jill replied, noticing Eva's reaction. "I meant it in a good way; you look impressive."


Eva smiled as she registered the well-intentioned compliment. "It's that noticeable, huh?"


Well, yeah, but your clothes are way too tight, so it's hard to miss," Jill replied as she stopped staring at Eva's legs and looked back into her eyes.

Well, that's why I'm here, hopefully," Eva replied. "Most stores in town don't really have any fitting clothes for me anymore."


"My little store specializes in just that: Clothing for athletes of all sizes," Jill replied proudly. "It stretches, but it's also very form-fitting. So most of my clients are into crossfit, powerlifing.."


"And bodybuilding?" Eva replied as she finished Jill's sentence.


"Yeah, bodybuilders too," Jill awnsered, as she looked Eva up and down. "Are you a builder?"


"I'm trying to be; I've been training pretty intensely the last couple of months. But I'm still upping my game every day," Eva responded as she looked at the floor, thinking of the workouts that she still had to undergo to achieve her dream physique.


"Nice, and still wanting to grow bigger, I'm guessing." Jill asked with an inquisitive look on her face. "So we're not only looking for something that fits, but will still fit in a couple of months."


Eva nodded enthousiastically as she met Jill's eyes with a catlike gaze.


"Well, let's see what we're working with; would you mind taking off your jacket?" Jill responded while she pulled her measuring tape from her back pocket.


Slowly, Eva unzipped her jacket to reveal the tight sweater underneath. Her arms bulged and twitched in unison with her pecs and shoulders. As she turned around to throw her jacket on a nearby chair, Jill noticed her widening back and firm glutes pushing against the fabric.


Jill couldn't help but stare jealously at the muscular canvas in front of her. This girl had a lot of potential, and it reminded her of her own glory days as a competitive crossfitter.


"Do you lift also? Eva asked Jill as she started taking her measurements. "You look really fit."


"I used to be a crossfit competitor a few years ago," Jill replied while she wrapped the measuring tape around Eva's chest. "But I busted my knee."


The two girls shared stories about themselves and their passion for training as Jill finished measuring Eva and showed her the different available clothes. Eva tried them all on. Strechy jeans, loose sweaters, skirts, tank tops, and even a form-fitting dress or two. Jill looked in awe as Eva's pumped body filled all the items out nicely.


As they both stood on opposite sides of the cash register, Jill could barely see Eva behind the huge stack of clothes on the counter. Only her shoulders peeked out from both sides of the clothing pile.


'Umm, I don't know if I can afford all this," Eva said with a hint of shame in her voice. "I'm still a student at the college nearby."


"Really?" Jill replied as she scanned the different clothing labels. "I thought you trained at the Silver Gym near the beach".


No, I train at the old gym on campus. They have a special training facility there," Eva replied proudly.

Jill's expression turned cold as she looked past the clothing pile at Eva. "Really?"


'Yeah." Eva's enthusiasm waned as she looked at the hint of anger in Jill's eyes.


Suddenly, Jill snapped back to her happy, open demeanor. "No problem," she replied. "You can pay in installments. But on a more serious note,' Jill whispered mysteriously as she slowly leant toward Eva. "You should really get a job if you're planning on getting any bigger. New clothes can be expensive, you know."


Eva laughed. "Thanks for the tip, coach. And if you want to get some help for your knee, come see me at the training center. There's a trainer there that can get you back to competition shape, maybe even better," Eva added as she raised her arms in a double biceps pose.


Deal," Jill said smilingly.


Eva threw the bags over her shoulder and waved at Jill with a smile as she walked toward the front door. Jill looked at Eva's curvy behind as she exited the shop, her tortured look hidden behind the blond hair that covered the left side of her face.

[Frydon82]

Part 13: Helping out

As Eva walked up the stairs of the apartment complex, she could hear the fumbling noise of cardboard boxes hastily being stacked on top of each other. Her legs were burning. She'd been out and about the entire morning, and all the shopping had left her devoid of her usual energy. The intense workout the day before didn't help either. All that lifting had made her stronger, but picking and trying out new clothes was a demanding activity on its own. As she carried the bags of clothing up the last few flights of stairs, she saw a few cardboard boxes neatly placed in front of the apartment on the opposite side of the hallway. The door stood wide open, eagerly awaiting the household items of its new owner.


She wasn't really looking for a conversation with a new neighbor right now. The only thing she wanted was one of her protein-rich meals and a hot bath. Besides, she was fed up with the tight pants that had been digging into her legs the entire morning. Sure, they enabled her to flaunt her new gains easily, but it still hurt like hell. Silently, she snuck past the boxes toward her own apartment.


The covert operation was a success, as nobody noticed her entering her apartment. She took off her clothes, threw them in the corner, and started to organize her new clothes in her closet. Looking at her new collection, she grinned. "Finally, room to grow," she whispered to herself in anticipation.


After taking the hot bath and eating the meal she promised herself, she put on a comfy pink sweatsuit and dopped on the couch. She was still a student after all, so slacking-off was still part of the lifestyle. Remembering the advice Jill gave her at the end of their conversation, she wondered what kind of job she could apply for. As she peered at the closet full of new clothes that stood proudly in her bedroom, she thought of the expenses that her new lifestyle demanded.



"God-fuckin-damnit!!" A deep male voice echoed through the hallway.


Ignoring the frustrated swearing outside her apartment door, Eva quickly turned on the TV.


Oh, come on! Really??!" A loud thud followed as something heavy landing at the bottom of the stairway.


Eva turned the volume up, still trying to blot out the drama that was interrupting her well-earned afternoon of relaxation.


"Maybe if I, AUCH, fuck'n hell!"


Sighing in frustration, Eva lifted herself from her comfy furniture. "The universe won't be ignored, apparently," she complained.


As she opened her door and peered curiously down the hallway, she heard another loud bang. The noise was coming from the bottom of the stairway. Angeringly, she stepped back into her apartment, put on her sneakers, and walked toward the iron railing. Looking down, she saw a bald man kicking a large iron crate in frustration. He looked slightly older, nearing the end of his 20s. He was wearing a nice designer coat and Italian shoes. Not something you would expect a student to wear, let alone the typical resident that resided in an apartment complex like this.


"Ahem, can I help you with something?" Eva inquired nicely, though with a soft sarcastic undertone in her voice.


The man looked up at the small girl in the pink sweatsuit peering down at him. "Well, maybe you know a couple of guys that can help lift this up the stairs?"


He wasn't bad-looking; he had dark, kind eyes and a 3-day stubble. Small drops of sweat dripped down his shaven head.


"No, not really. But maybe I can help," Eva said as she walked down the stairs. Somehow she had expected him to scoff at the suggestion, assuming that a girl like her possibly couldn't help him lift something so heavy up two flights of stairs. Instead, he watched her in silence as she moved down toward him. With just two steps to go, she stopped, meeting his gaze at eye level.


"Sure, we can try," he replied as he broke the silence and looked at the heavy box in front of him.


Eva felt a familiar desire well up inside of her. The universe had provided her with another chance to show off her newfound strength. To impress this stranger. To leave him awestruck at the power she hid underneath the girlish sweatsuit. A new muscle-fetish moment had presented itself to her. "Mind if I give it a go myself first?" She asked him with a playful wink.


The man raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a confused look on his face. "Got something to prove?" he asked.


"Maybe I do," Eva replied, feeling her heartbeat increase in her chest.


"Then, by all means, be my guest," the man replied. "The name is Chris, by the way".


"Eva". She replied as she rubbed her hands together and hopped down the last two steps, landing herself in front of the large iron box.


Planting her feet firmly apart on the ground, she squatted down and grabbed the handles on opposite sides of the container. Lifting with the legs first was key, she reminded herself. Pulling her back straight, she took a big breath and started to push her legs out. She felt her quads and glutes swell as she tried to lift the obstacle upward.


To her surprise, the damn thing was a lot heavier than she thought. Gritting her teeth, she coaxed more power from her newly developed leg muscles. Hissing and red-faced, she slowly pushed her legs out as the iron box begrudgingly let itself be lifted off the ground. The muscles in her lower back and glutes tightened hard as she slowly straightened her body into an upright position, the box still firmly in her grip. She imagined Rick coaching her through the lift, like he had done countless times in the past months.


Chris, on the other hand, was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, enjoying the mini power lifting contest in front of him. Eva's leg and back muscles were displaying themselves sutbtlely from underneath her sweatsuit as she pushed herself further. Finally, she locked herself in a standing position.


"Great job, Athena, but now for the hard part." He jokingly nodded toward the staircase in front of her. The small girl gave a frustrated grunt and took her first step up the daunting first flight of stairs. "I'll show you."


Lifting the box was heavy, but taxing each individual leg with the weight as she slowly moved upwards was a different exercise all together. She'd greatly underestimated how heavy the item was. Besides, her grip strength still left a lot to be desired. Eva was starting to sweat profusely as her knees started to wobble with each subsequent step. Chris's look of amusement changed to one of worry as he saw her struggle up the stairs; she was losing her balance. Eva took one final step, but before she could place her right foot on the next step, she felt the weight of the box push her upper body backwards. Suddenly, the ceiling moved in front of her line of sight, as she lost her balance and fell backwards down the stairs.

[Chadzbox]

Looking forward to the next chapter. This is the best story out there right now

[Frydon82]

Building part 14: Auch!!

The sound of laughter was overwhelming. What were they laughing at? Was there something on her face? Was it something she said? Eva looked at the large audience in front of her. Strange, unknown figures were lauging loudly, nudging each other in feverish joy as they pointed at her. Searching for the source of their amusement, she looked around. She was standing alone on a large stage, the bright lights above were all focused on her. Eva looked down at her body. With a startled yelp, Evaa realized that she was only wearing a bikini in front of the large audience. Not only that, she was skinnier than she'd ever been. All her hard-earned gains were simply gone. "Is this what you wanted to show us?" a girl from the audience asked her with a cynical smile on her face. "Looking good, Bones!" a guy added from the back of the crowd. As Eva tried to cover her body with her arms, a large figure jumped onto the podium. It was Rick. With a sadistic smile, he looked at her. "So disappointing—all that work, and for what? To embarrass yourself on stage like this?" he commented. Eva felt tears welling up in her eyes. With an intimidating glare, Rick leaned toward her. "Would you like some coffee?" He asked.


'What?" Eva slowly opened her eyes. Looking around, she found herself laying on a leather sofa in an unknown living room. Lauging sounds emanated from the large TV on the other side of the room. Unpacked boxes were blocking the screen. She recognized the familiar voices of the actors behind them—sitcom reruns. As she focused more on her surroundings, her eyes sprang wide open. Quickly, she felt her legs, abs, and arms. All the muscles were still there, hiding beneath her pink clothing. With a sigh of relief, she let her head fall back on the pillow. Her neck cracked, sending a shiver of pain down her spine. Eva hissed in pain. The back of her head was hurting like mad.


"Easy now; you took quite the fall."


She slowly turned her head in the direction of the comforting voice. Chris was standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a cup of coffee. "Would you like some coffee?"


Yeah," Eva replied as she tried to sit upright. But the pain in her neck prevented her from getting up.


"Wow, not so fast." Let yourself recover for a bit. Chris moved toward the couch and set a cup down on the coffee table. He helped Eva into a sitting position and placed some pillows behind her back. "Here, drink this; you'll feel better," he suggested as he handed her the coffee.


"Thanks. What happened?" Eva asked as she blew on the warm liquid that was handed to her.


"Well, you tried to lift my stuff up the stairs, made it half-way up the first flight of said stairs, and decided to take a power nap right then and there, using the large iron box as a blanket," Chris answered with a smirk on his face.


"Har har, very funny," Eva replied, her voice echoing from the mug. "I could've gotten seriously hurt, you know."


"Serves you right for showing off like that. You heard me struggling with that crate. What made you think you could lift it up the stairs like that?" Chris walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard and pouring himself a cup.


"Dunno, I guess you were ruining my relaxing afternoon with your incessant wining and complaining. So I decided to do something about it." Eva quipped as she slurped more of the warm liquid. "What was in that crate anyway?"


Chris sighed as he sat down on the table in front of her, one hand resting on his knee as he carefully placed the mug on the coaster next to him. "History, I guess. Doesn't matter. Your little stunt broke it anyway. No need to carry it up the stairs anymore."


"What? Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.."


"I know, I know; don't worry about it," Chris replied with a reassuring smile. "You're all right; that's what matters. Wouldn't want to kill my neighbor on my first day here, now would I?


Eva giggled. He was funny in a charming way. Maybe it was the coffee in her stomach, but she felt comfortable around him. "So, aren't you a bit old to be a student here?" She asked.


"Teacher. I work at one of the faculties here on campus. Wait, did you just call me old? I'll have you show me the respect I deserve, young lady!" He joked as he brought the mug to his mouth.


"So how successful do you have to be to get to live amongst your students in a campus apartment complex?" Eva replied provocatively.


"Touche, touche. I'll spare you the story for now, seeing that you probably have brain damage and all. But f.y.i., I'm still a few years from 30, so old is a bit of an overstatement. Besides, I'm not the one tumbling down stairs and almost breaking a hip. But enough with the jousting. How are you feeling now?"


Eva gently turned her knees towards him, placed her feet on the ground, and slowly stood up. Her neck and back cracked in unison, as if setting themselves back into place. Her new build had probably protected her from any real damage. A good thing too, since it would have seriously impeded her training schedule. "Actually, I feel a lot better." She said, showing Chris her dazzling smile.


"Great to hear". Chris took her cup and placed it on the coffee table. "You take it easy now, Eva."


They both walked to the front door of the apartment. As he opened it, she saw that the boxes that were standing in the hall earlier were gone. Eva turned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for the help; I feel like a million bucks again." She then quickly skipped to the other end of the hallway. Arriving at her door, she blew him a second playful kiss.


Startled by the sudden show of affection, Chris silently waved at her from his doorway. Trying to save face, he quickly regainded his senses and yelled, "And remember, no more heavy lifting!"


Eva closed the door behind her. "That, I can't promise," she whispered with a smile.