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...
"Couple things though. If you break form and I see your shoulders pull forward, or your butt slump, you're done, perfect form and perfect posture." Jackson looked down seriously, Winter felt a genuine warmth and care for her well being. She couldn't recall the last time she had experienced something like that.
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"Got it. I'll try." Winter proclaimed.
"Ok, you're going to do a rep quickly but under-control, but on the eccentric you'll be lowering the weight, slowly, with a three second count. And..."
Winter interrupted: "Eccentric?" She asked.
"Oh sorry," Jack continued, "that just means when you're letting the weight come back to the squat position. Anyway, you'll do all the reps, (remember perfect form!) you can possibly manage and then I'll start slowly taking weight off the bar. You'll have to keep pushing until there's no weight left on the bar."
Winter took a deep breath. Cake. That was it? No problem. Before Jack could give further instruction, her excitement took over as she flung the first rep up, easy. 1 - 2 - 3 she heard Jackson saying softly. She pushed up rep two, easy. "1 - 2 - 3" Jackson counted and she pushed up rep number three, oh that wasn't quite as easy. She could feel her shoulders slipping forward out of instinct. She pushed them back, rep four, rep five. On the sixth rep as she struggled getting the small amount of weight up she felt plates slip off the bar on the left and right, and finished the rep strong.
"Ok, you alright?" Jack asked. Winter, nodded gritting her teeth as she felt beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. She fought the weight, hearing 'perfect form' echoing in her head. Eight then nine reps and more weight slid off the bar. "1 - 2 - 3" she heard Jack counting. The joy of the fight, of competition, of that feeling of a soccer breakaway way back in high school, the joy of truly pushing and living flooded her veins with excitement. 12 - 13 reps and her eyes flirted up to Jack who stood slightly gaping, marveling at Winter's unexpected burst of energy. 10 reps later no weight was left on the bar. It took every bit of concentration to keep form as Jack counted down slowly 1 - 2 - 3. She pushed with all she had, straining and fighting and barely moved the now weightless hack squat off it's resting rubbers.
"Well, ok!" Jack said somewhat breathlessly. He looked down smiling at Winter. Flushed cheeks, breathing hard, Winter almost let out a squeal of joy. She looked down at her legs, despite the loose fabric clearly shaking in exhaustion. To her horror, she noticed that her sports bras had absorbed a little of her perspiration. But worse, her nipples were now somehow so erect they were pushing through all the fabric she'd layered, creating an undeniably erect spike of excitement and exhaustion. Even her areole was outlined perfectly, undeniably symmetrically, complimenting her breasts.
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If he noticed, Jackson showed poise and respect, didn't mention a thing and despite years of hiding and disguising her assets, Winter relaxed and decided to not give it another thought.
"Well, there you go! I guess you meant it when you said you were ready to give it a shot." He beamed at her, clearly proud of this new stranger who was fierce and genuine if not a little naive.
"How many times do I do that?" Winter blurted out between gulps of air.
Jack just looked at her as if mystified. "How many times?" He asked. "You want to do more sets?"
"Yeah, sets, I'm ready, how many more sets?" She blurted out. Winter pulled herself out of the hack squat and nearly toppled over on her wiggly legs. They were exhausted, pulsing in happy pain. Ah, she thought, so this is what people mean about good pain.
"So Winter, you're telling me that having never lifted before in your life, you're ready right now, in my baggy sweats, to hit a full workout? I gotta say, I don't think I can in good faith encourage that. You're already not going to be able to walk for days." Jackson seemed genuinely worried.
After pleading and prodding, Jack led Winter through five more exhausting sets of hack squat. Each with slightly fewer reps but he'd invariably just shake his head amazed at her resolve. He then introduced her to the hamstring curl machine before concluding with slow "eccentric" reps of a strange contraption called a calf raise machine.
Returning finally to the locker room, Winter stripped off the now soggy borrowed clothes and found herself face to face with a room length mirror above the sink. Her body literally seemed to be pulsing. Despite her softness and weight gain, as she rolled her shoulders back into a proper posture her chest pulsed and perkily stood at attention, nipples erect and stimulated. Her shoulders didn't seem absurdly broad, her enormous boobs not nearly as disproportional on her frame as she imagine. They seemed to only accentuate perfectly a feminine frame that she'd let the world tell her for years was too manly. It all worked, creating an albeit out of shape, feminine beauty. Sweat still slowly beaded on her silky smooth body, glistening and highlighting a still narrow hip and waist accentuating strong calves and tapered ankles.
What could this body of her's accomplish, she wondered. Well damn. It was time to not let anyone decide that but herself. On the way out, famished, Winter tried to hand Jackson back his soggy clothes.
"You know what." He said smilingly, shyly. "I think you earned those, just promise you'll be back."
Winter beamed, still shivering with exhaustion and exhilaration. "Count on it, and thanks."
She was just about to leave and then swiveled around. "Jackson!" He looked up startled. "Seriously, thank you."
Jack looked into her eyes and smiled. "No, thank you, you just inspired me. I'm about to get off my shift and I suspect have the best lift in years."
Winter turned and pushed open the door, happily aware that Jack's eyes hadn't left her body as he watched her go.
