Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Chapter 30

Winter slipped into her bathroom, undressed, and flicked on the shower. She climbed in without giving the water a chance to heat up. The cold felt like it pierced her skin. But it was nothing relative to the mental anguish she had endured in the gym the last six months. Could she really pull this off... more to the point, would she let herself?

Her skin prickled, nipples alert as she shivered under the torrent of water. The water temperature steadily rose and as it did, so also did her conviction. She felt that furious focus, utter relentless determination, climbing up her arms electrically. By the time she swiped the shower curtain aside and stepped onto the bathmat, she was ready, steely gritty preparedness. She would not let Jackson down, no matter what it took.

Heading to her closet, she selected another pair of stretch blue jeans. She couldn't help remembering putting on a similar pair years ago in anticipation of her first coffee date with Jackson. Staring into the body length mirror by the side of the closet, she yanked the pants up one leg and then the other. Buttoning and zipping across her narrow muscled waist, the pants hung tight to her tapered powerful upper thighs. They were designed to ride low on her hips and she was glad for the habit of shaving religiously. How could you get away with wearing pants like this if you didn't? Had she not taken the effort, she guessed the absurdly low-cut jeans would betray the fine hints her natural femininity. As it was, her skin was smooth and refined, completely hairless and pristine.

Snagging the tight black shirt she had impetuously worn that night six months prior when Jackson had spent the night, she threw her arms up in the air and torqued the shirt over her shoulders and chest. Had she really grown so significantly over the last several months? The black low-cut t-shirt had always been tight, but now? It squeezed her boobs angrily against her body, leaving little to the imagination and begging eyes to trace the muscular lines descending from her collarbone rippling down out of sight. The taut fabric clung the lower portion of her breasts connecting cloth to her lower sternum. From there, her efforts the last six months had pulled the shirt more desperately as her shoulders grew meaning the poor lower remnants of the shirt hardly made it past her sternum. She cocked her head and couldn't help being pleased. Somehow, the shirt looked purposefully made that way, like a tube top designed for just the right amount of coverage and exposing the entirety of the slope of her core and waist. Unfortunately, the sleeves of the shirt were impossibly overwhelmed by her arms. She tested a quick flex and the expensive fabric held, but just, despite absorbing a near doubling in size as her biceps exploded in pronounced definition. Having to contain her arms pulled the fibers of the shirt apart, clearly exposing tight skin glimmering as it enjoyed her flexed position. The black shirt looked grey as it spread combining with the lightness of her skin underneath. Relaxing, the fabric returned to form, tightly snuggling a still shapely arm in repose returning to it's jet black design.

Heading back into the bathroom, she spent the next five minutes drying her hair, combing out the wet tangles until it shone. The youthful sheen of her locks seemed more overwhelming than ever, challenging the light to pierce the dark straight mirrored shimmer that cascaded softly over her shoulders and down her back. The nanoAI had been useful in that regard as well, helping balance collagen needs precisely her nails, hair... even eyelashes exhibiting teenage radiance. With a flip of her head, she shifted the countless strands over her broad left shoulder, leaving her right neck and trapezius muscles provocatively exposed to the bright bathroom light overhead.

"Well, here goes..." She coached herself, walked to the door, threw on shoes, and slammed the door behind her.

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Dave's black sedan was parked in a not particular auspicious location. Shaded under a big oak tree, the car sat motionless in the afternoon dusk. Winter shook her head in disbelief. For two and a half years the poor guy had been parked outside her apartment or tailed her around town. What the hell could they possibly expect to achieve from pointless surveillance at this point?