Squeezing into this very old, VERY tight compression shirt.. which isn't doing much compressing
Dave was not a great jogger, never placing well in marathons. That always surprised him. He trained constantly by running every day, made sure he had the best equipment, wore expensive compression shirts and jogging shorts. The exercise kept his body fit and toned, his great physique evidence that he was training right. The one thing he didn't understand was how he needed to push himself to run faster and longer to increase his endurance.
No, if anything there had to be some sort of secret Dave didn't know about, something that other joggers bought to put them above the rest. A supplement that gave them more energy and allowed them to run quicker, something with calories. That had to be it. All Dave needed to do was find out what it was, buy as much as he could and then he'd be unstoppable.
Boost is what Dave found, a calorie supplement that fit his description exactly. He bought in bulk, the drink replacing the water bottles he carried on his runs. Dave couldn't have felt better about his choice. The drink tasted amazing when he had it in the middle of his runs, his body craving the exact nutrients it had- the calories, sugar, and protein going directly into his tired muscles. Soon it became the only beverage he would drink, Dave carrying a case with him for whenever he was thirsty.
The changes started happening in less than two weeks. Dave's compression shirts fit his stomach tighter, and his running shorts had trouble staying all the way up. A sliver of skin began exposing itself at his midriff, appearing like a crescent moon. Dave could see the changes in the mirror every morning. He also saw how the new diet only appeared to change his lower half. Despite his wider waist and thickening thighs, his upper half remained lean, toned, svelte. To him, it was evidence his bottom was simply growing stronger. That must have been it.
Dave couldn't stop at this point if he wanted to. His body had grown so used to craving the bottles that drinking them became a second nature. His stomach continued to swell, a round ball visibly plastered into all his shirts. His ass continued to grow wider, adjusting to carry all the extra weight piling in his middle. His shorts needed to go up in size, though his wide hips would still visibly shake in the tight material with each step. Dave couldn't justify needing new compression shirts though. His tops wrapped his chest and arms perfectly, exposing his lithe upper half. He hadn't a care about the permanent white strip of skin above his beltline, or the bounce his stomach made with each trot. It only helped show off his new advantage for the next marathon, his key for finally winning at something.
