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Hellboy gasped and wheezed as he struggled to keep himself standing despite how his legs wobbled. He had agreed to a mandatory routine workout in order to keep his weight in check, as prescribed by his personal doctor. Needless to say, any sort of strenuous activity was like murder to him at this point despite his demonic nature giving him increased strength in comparison to a human. His lungs felt constricted against his chest and his heart pumped like a jackhammer trying to oxygenate his body. He felt like he was ready to keel over at any minute.

"Sweet... mother... of... God... please... kill me..." Hellboy stammered between labored breaths, ready to collapse. "Tell me... am I... done... for... the day?"

"Come on, HB!" a voiced reprimanded over the communicator he laid aside along with his gym bag, most likely his supervisor. "You only did 20 push-ups and ran 100 yards! Surely you can do more than that!"

"ONLY... 100... YARDS?!" Hellboy gasped incredulously. He was certain he ran for far longer. Did his increased weight alter his perception of time and space? Not likely. It was more accurate to say that he was far more out of shape than he gave himself credit for. Not that he would openly admit it. "You've... gotta... be... shittin' me!"

"I'm not 'shittin' you', but this proves my point. You're really out of shape." Hellboy frowned at that. He knew that the people who gave him crap for about his weight were only concerned for his well-being, but he didn't appreciate being talked down to about it. He would have retorted to that in some fashion, or at the very least argued his case, but before he could an announcement over the intercom sounded off.

"Attention, it is now 1300 hours. Lunch is now being served in the mess hall."

"Sweet!" Hellboy cheered, thankful for the brief interruption. "That's my cue to call it a day!"

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?!" the supervisor inquired, ready to pitch a fit. "HB, don't you even think about quitting your workout session early!"

"Relax," Hellboy replied, opening the door to leave the gym and make a beeline to the mess hall. "We can continue this after lunch, right?" And just like that, he was gone. Perhaps with the added weight came a sense of irresponsibly that annoyed most of his fellow officers. A single ran through most of the agents heads as they saw the obese demon make his way to the cafeteria for yet another meal...

"This is hopeless..."

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Hellboy gasped and wheezed as he struggled to keep himself standing despite how his legs wobbled. He had agreed to a mandatory routine workout in order to keep his weight in check, as prescribed by his personal doctor. Needless to say, any sort of strenuous activity was like murder to him at this point despite his demonic nature giving him increased strength in comparison to a human. His lungs felt constricted against his chest and his heart pumped like a jackhammer trying to oxygenate his body. He felt like he was ready to keel over at any minute.

"Sweet... mother... of... God... please... kill me..." Hellboy stammered between labored breaths, ready to collapse. "Tell me... am I... done... for... the day?"

"Come on, HB!" a voiced reprimanded over the communicator he laid aside along with his gym bag, most likely his supervisor. "You only did 20 push-ups and ran 100 yards! Surely you can do more than that!"

"ONLY... 100... YARDS?!" Hellboy gasped incredulously. He was certain he ran for far longer. Did his increased weight alter his perception of time and space? Not likely. It was more accurate to say that he was far more out of shape than he gave himself credit for. Not that he would openly admit it. "You've... gotta... be... shittin' me!"

"I'm not 'shittin' you', but this proves my point. You're really out of shape." Hellboy frowned at that. He knew that the people who gave him crap for about his weight were only concerned for his well-being, but he didn't appreciate being talked down to about it. He would have retorted to that in some fashion, or at the very least argued his case, but before he could an announcement over the intercom sounded off.

"Attention, it is now 1300 hours. Lunch is now being served in the mess hall."

"Sweet!" Hellboy cheered, thankful for the brief interruption. "That's my cue to call it a day!"

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?!" the supervisor inquired, ready to pitch a fit. "HB, don't you even think about quitting your workout session early!"

"Relax," Hellboy replied, opening the door to leave the gym and make a beeline to the mess hall. "We can continue this after lunch, right?" And just like that, he was gone. Perhaps with the added weight came a sense of irresponsibly that annoyed most of his fellow officers. A single ran through most of the agents heads as they saw the obese demon make his way to the cafeteria for yet another meal...

"This is hopeless..."