The donations would have to stop one day. Just a matter of time.
His girlfriend always got her way. Even though he was the face of the brand, she was the one who controlled the strings.
Jack
was a mere
puppet
.
He hadn't even really wanted to get buff. He only wanted to get into shape. She was the one who pushed him. Said he should aspire to be like
Arnold
.
Although he hadn't grown up with an ambition for being a championship
bodybuilder
or even been in a
social circle
that idolized muscle mass or weight lifting, which was probably the reason he never lifted until his girlfriend initially convinced him... even with all that, it turned out once he hit the weights that he was built for bodybuilding.
While the others bickered about the pain, he felt none of it. Or actually he felt it but was unphased. undettered by it.
While other procrastinated by trying to find the perfect workout plan. Jack simply hit the gym and threw weights around.
He lifted and lifted while others got distracted. And his physiology seemed suited for the anabolic process. He put on muscle mass at an unusual rate. He didn't put on
fat
like the usual high muscle mass folk. He had a slim waist. Broad shoulders.
Maybe had he discovered the sport earlier, independent of his girlfriend, he could've been the next Arnold. But now it was too late. Better off to be a
social media
influencer
. More money in that anyway.
Jack stared at himself in the mirror. Thought about the day the donations would end. Thought about his girlfriend. Could smell through imagination the scent of synthetic fruit.