Winter's pursuit of female muscle triggers unprecedented growth. But she's caught in the crosshairs of a major tech acquisition with perplexing, mysterious and increasingly dangerous complications. Can an impossibly beautiful woman devote herself...
Winter was so mesmerized by the display of power on the weight machine, Jackson's voice startled her.
"That's called a hack squat." Jack said as he followed her eyes. Had she been staring? She turned back flinching, looking back at the treadmill just to put eyes somewhere else.
"That machine gives you legs like that?" She found herself asking despite herself, nodding towards the muscular female physiques putting weights away.
"Well, I mean, not exactly. Tremendous dedication, hardwork, frequent variation, years of sacrificing little pleasures and a at least a little dose of genetics adds up to legs like that but, well, I guess so?" When Winter finally courageously lifted her eyes, she met Jack's innocent unaffected smile, smiling herself.
The amazon beauties were just finishing up and Jack pointed at the hack squat. "Do you want me to show you how it works?"
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More than anything, Winter thought. Yes, yes please. The idea of pushing, molding and changing her body's composition gave a rush of joy and anticipation. Her smooth, slightly tanned complexion betrayed her as her heart rate increased noticeably in anticipation. A sudden surge of excitement threw herself into a deep full body blush.
"Do you have time, I mean, I can try?" She said hopefully.
"Definitely! It's part of my job, have you ever lifted weights before?" Jackson asked.
Winter hesitated, in the moment she realized she'd always wanted to try, but there had always been a negative association assigned to the weight room. The stigma still clung to her like a wet blanket after all the years. She'd get big, wouldn't she, wasn't that unappealing. Isn't that what everyone told her, lifting weights was unbecoming. Her deep desire to fit in had derailed her fascination for a decade. But what did she care for antiquated female stereotypes. Especially now, particularly after the day she had had. Was not the human body a creation defined to find its' full potential? For once, she allowed herself the dream of curiousity. Imagining what could maybe be accomplished if she gave in to the throbbing pulse of adrenaline. Oh what the fuck, what did she have to lose?
"Honestly, no, but if you'll be patient with me I'd love to give it a shot." She said timidly.
Jack de-racked the tremendous weight the stunning older woman had hefted onto the squat machine earlier. Winter did her best to help but even the removal of a single 45 pound weight was quite an adventure, nearly dropping the weight on her toe.
With only a handful of 10 pound weights now loaded on the bar, Jack motioned her to sit on the low chair just off the ground.
"Ok," he started, "try to bring your butt back to the rear of the seat, can you feel how you've let your spine curve at the base, imagine you have a renaissance princess posture class instructor forcing perfect spinal extension and stability. Yes, that's it, well done."
