No Sweat (Chris)

[Roger Vandelay]

Veronica Pluto strutted briskly into the Hammel gym. Her busty figure was clothed in a tight-fitting, white tank top and pink shorts that left little to the imagination. Blonde hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, which trailed behind her as she moved towards the weights. She stood at an impressive five foot ten inches - rather tall for a woman - and her curvaceous figure swayed from side to side with each step. She was a beautiful woman, that was for sure - but in truth, she wasn't really a woman.

She was Roger Vandelay.

Roger loved to take on different 'characters,' and Veronica Pluto was who he became when he felt like being, well, a hot chick. He usually wore this particular form to a bar or other social setting, but he was feeling like trying something new that day. Besides, the gym was the perfect place to spot some of the cute athletic boys. So it was off to the gym with Roger.

Er... Veronica.

After doing a few sets with the weights - she worked her biceps and triceps with eight-pounds weights, heavy enough to make her work up a bit of a sexy sweat, but light enough to not make her work too hard - she put the weights back down onto the floor, heading over to the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one side of the gym and leaning against the horizontal bar. Leaning back, she allowed her mouth to open slightly, one foot settling onto the glass as she leaned her head back as though catching her breath. She puffed her chest out, and if her breasts seemed almost to grow slightly as she did so, then that must have been the imagination of the observer.

Lifting her head back up, she looked around the gym. Now, Roger thought to himself, Who's gonna take the bait?

[Chris White]

Chris was a jock.

He worked out at least once a day almost everyday. It was what he had to do to stay in shape for sports. A good, athletic body was important to him, so he did what he could to maintain it and make it better since he knew it would directly affect his performance on the field.

Chris was a womanizer.

One thing Chris liked just as much as his sports (well, maybe not as much, but pretty damn close) was women... especially the super hot ones. Had almost always had his eyes out for pretty ladies, and today at the gym was no exception.

Wearing only a pair of black mesh athletic shorts, a red sweat band around his head and his right wrist, and a pair of black tennis shoes, Chris finished up benching for the night and decided it would be a good time for a quick run on the treadmill. He stood up and walked that way until something caught his eye.

Actually, make that someone - a hot female someone he was sure he had never seen in Hammel before.

Chris veered away from the treadmills and walked to her instead. "Hey there," he said with a confident grin on his face. His eyes quickly veered from her chest to her face (he couldn't help but look). "Are you new here?"

There was a thin layer of sweat gleaming on Chris' exposed upper body from the gym's lighting. He looked at himself in the mirrors and flexed his muscles. He was definitely showing off, hoping to impress the new girl. "My name's Chris, Chris White. And you are?"

[Roger Vandelay]

Roger didn't have to stay in this reclining position for long before noticing a young male who seemed completely unable to take his eyes off of his female body. Roger knew that look, as he had seen it many times before: it was that hungry, lustful, cocky look guys got when they saw something they liked, wanted, and were confident they could get. Roger made sure this boy was aware he had noticed him without actually acknowledging him until he came walking up to her.

And of course he did; that had been Roger's intention, and Roger always got what he wanted.

Veronica remained in this leaning position at first, listening to the boy introduce himself before saying anything. She watched as the brunette flexed in the mirror, and it was while he was preoccupied with his own body - typical - that she took a moment to steal a glance. Oh, this is just gravy, she thought to herself. This boy was very fit and, by the looks of it, had been working out for a while judging by the layer of sweat coating his chest and stomach.

She turned fully towards the boy, giving an award-winning smile as she allowed a few loose blonde hairs to sweep over her blue eyes. "Me? I suppose you could say that," she said, voice sounding more feminine than it normally did. "But by the looks of it, I'd say you've been coming here a while." She watched as Chris's eyes drifted down to her breasts, suppressing a proud grin; it was hilarious how easy it was to grab a straight guy's attention. Keeping it, on the other hand, was sometimes more difficult. But Roger always liked a challenge.

"Veronica," she said, introducing herself as well. "Veronica Pluto." She leaned in now, not terribly close to the boy, but closer than before. "And I'm outta this world."

[Chris White]

"Yeah, I work out," Chris replied. He grinned because what he said sounded like it came straight from a LMFAO song. "And you obviously do too judging by your great body," he said next with a suggestive wink. He didn't care that he was talking to a stranger. He wanted to plow her. She was freaking hot!

Chris liked her name... and her catchphrase. "Yes, yes you are," he complimented with a smirk. He stuck his chest out a bit with confidence. He was proud of his pectoral definition and build. It made him look "swole" and strong.

He walked over to the dumbbells and picked up the heaviest two he could find before walking back over to Veronica. He began doing a few biceps workout just so his arm muscles could flex and bulge for the girl.

"Did my eyes deceive me?" he asked a bit out of the blue. "Or did I catch you checking me out?" He smirked again and continued lifting the dumbbells. "You like what you see?"

[Roger Vandelay]

This guy had a swole head if he thought anything he was saying was remotely attractive. Not that Roger was an actual girl, but at least he knew what girls really wanted to hear. Guys bragging about their own bodies? Not what girls really wanted to hear. "Just naturally gifted," she replied curtly with a smile, allowing her own eyes to lower themselves briefly to her chest area, knowing that such a movement would cause Chris' to do the same. "Much like my namesake, these little babies only come out at night," she added with a wink. God, I am so happy I went with Pluto, Roger thought to himself. It's like a freakin' field day over here.

Veronica watched as Chris left her company briefly to go pick up a pair of dumbbells. Is this guy serious? she asked herself internally as he returned to her side, starting to pump in front of her. Ah yes, the mating dance of the twelfth-grade tool, she added with a smirk. She couldn't help but let out a light giggle when he asked if his eyes were deceiving him. That was almost too perfect. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied simply, running a single hand through her long hair as she continued watching him. Hey, it was like her own little show, why let it go to waste?

When asked if she liked what she saw, well, the blonde just couldn't resist. She took a step closer to the boy, invading what was left of his personal space. "I do like what I see," she answered, "and generally? I do what I like." If that double entendre was lost on him, then this boy was hopeless. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach, which she didn't allow show on her face (years of dealing with that had helped Roger develop a pretty high threshold for pain); Veronica wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to keep this up. It was just so enjoyable, though.

[Chris White]

Damn! Chris thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. He went to the gym, got a nice work out, and found a super hot chick who obviously wants the D. It was like he was living a dream - a freaking awesome dream. "Oh yeah, naturally gifted for sure," Chris said with a grin as he examined Veronica's chest once again. Oh how he wanted to put his hands on those. "I'm naturally gifted too." He looked her in the eyes and directed his eyes downward real quick to his crotch. "If you want, we can leave and let you get a closer look." Chris felt so close to getting laid. "And maybe we can let those babies of yours out too."

When Veronica made it clear that she liked what she was seeing, Chris figured he had it in the bag now. It was only a matter of time until he would be all up in that, and when she invaded his personal space, it was even more obvious to him. And then, she said she does what she likes. Fuck, Chris thought. Veronica seemed easy, and that was perfect for Chris. Easy girls like one thing and they don't get attached after it either. He scored big time (or so he thought)!

Chris dropped the dumbbells by his sides and wrapped his arms around Veronica. He pulled her close, eliminating any space that was between them while his hands rested gently on her lower back, so close to that rumptious bottom Chris wanted to ravage so terribly bad. Chest to chest and crotch to crotch, Chris smirked and didn't say a word. He leaned in a second later and locked his lips with Veronica's while on his hands came up and rested on the back of her head. Oh yeah, Chris didn't care who was watching. He was totally getting laid later.

[Roger Vandelay]

Roger was used to getting what he wanted - his abilities allowed him to transform into the type of person who could take perfect advantage of whatever situation he found himself in - but this was almost too easy, like the juiciest, douchiest apple was hanging right there on the lowest branch of the tool tree for him to just grab.

Speaking of grabbing...

Veronica's eyes trailed very slowly down the boy's body to his black mesh shorts. Not that she was that interested, as they clearly weren't going to be having sex anytime soon, but it was fun to see how far she could egg the poor kid on. She wasn't showing it, but she was in a lot of pain by this point; Roger couldn't stay in any one shape for more than a few hours at a time, and it had taken him longer than usual to find something good to wear once he had shifted into Veronica Pluto. As it stood now, he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stand it.

"Oh, a gift?" She asked with a smile, continuing to ignore the pain growing in her chest. "When do I get to unwrap it?"

But her question was never answered, for immediately after asking it she was pulled into a rather hasty kiss. Oh, okay, anything that happens after this is just the cherry on top, he thought to himself, not returning the kiss but certainly not pulling away. She placed her hands on his shoulders, wishing she could do more but feeling that all too familiar pain welling up inside of her. No, not now, he thought to himself, I'm so close... She pulled away from the boy suddenly, turning away from him and bending down as though there was some sort of great pain in her abdominal region. She let out a big of a scream that seemed relatively deep in tone for a woman, her hands rising to her face as though shielding it from some unknown threat.

When he turned back around, Roger was... just Roger. In a tank top. And short shorts.

"Uh, heh..." Well, this is uncomfortable, he thought to himself, eyes darting back and forth as though wondering how precisely he was going to get out of this one. Chris was a pretty big guy; he could probably beat the shit out of him if he wanted. Best, he figured, to get out of there while the jock was still in a state of confusion. "I'll be... I'll be going," he said with a nervous smile, taking a few cautious steps away from the boy. Pausing, he took a few steps forward once more, reaching out and squeezing the boy's right pectoral muscle. "Honk honk," he said shyly, as though this playful little gesture would somehow alleviate the situation. "Yeah, gonna get going," he added finally, eyelids lowering as though finally comprehending the seriousness of the moment, and with that he turned away one more time with the intention of bolting out of there as quickly as possible.

[Chris White]

Just as Chris was about to start using some tongue, Veronica backed off and held her stomach. Chris raised an eyebrow. "Uh..." was all he managed to say. He has heard the expression "so hot that you make my ovaries explode" that some girls use, but never thought it was real... well... maybe until now. Then Veronica screamed, and it sounded... odd. "Are you okay?" he asked as he took a step forward to get a close look at what was going on.

And after that, Chris' world turned upside down.

Veronica wasn't a smoking hot chick with a nice rack and a bodacious ass. No. She was a dude. HE was a dude. Veronica Pluto was a fucking guy! Holy fuck!

"Dude, what the fuck!?" Chris said out loud in utter astonishment. "You're a... WHAT THE FUCK, VERONICA?"

Oh, saying Chris was furious was a bit of an understatement. He was PISSED. There was no way in hell he was going to let Veronica... or whatever his name was... walk away so easily.

"Hold up you little fucker," he said as he put a hand on Veronica's shoulder and turned him around. Chris then grabbed a hold of the fabric of the girl's tank top he was wearing and jerked him close... this time, the closeness wasn't intimate... it was aggression and rage. "If I catch you pulling something like this again," he said through gritted teeth, "I'll mess your face up so bad that not even your fucking shapeshifting power will be able to fix it."

Chris then forcefully pushed Veronica away from him. "Stay away from me, freak," he said before storming off to the locker room to shower and change.

He would have totally beat that guy's ass if his father wasn't a teacher at the school and if he knew he wouldn't get kicked off his teams. Veronica lucked out.

[Roger Vandelay]

Well, that had ended about as well as Roger could possibly have hoped. He didn't like to admit it, but he had been a bit scared for a second. Considering how much a tool Chris had proven himself to be over the course of the past five minutes, he wouldn't at all have been surprised if the kid had started beating him up then and there, even in front of all of those people. So needless to say, he was pleased when he was let off without a warning.

But that didn't mean he was through with this kid.

Quite the contrary, the shark that was Roger Vandelay had tasted blood in the form of that boy's precious, sweat-drenched lips, and he wanted more. And he was going to get more, because he was Roger Vandelay, and Roger Vandelay always got what he wanted.

But the boy's body wasn't all he wanted. Revenge was sounding pretty good. He had, after all, reduced him to a quivering pile of mush for about five seconds, and that was enough to make the brunette see red. Veronica Pluto was not the last Chris would be seeing of him.

No, surely not.