The weight bar settled into the forks with heavy clank, and the two girls could feel the impact vibrate through the floor.
As Akira slid forward on the weight bench, Aida and Shiori took a reflexive step back, Shiori's head twitching to the side to make sure her enormous ass wasn't about to run into anything. Like all the students at Growth Academy, she was outsized in one way or another, and even the extra-wide aisles didn't always accommodate.
'So, you need my help, do you?' Akira asked, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand and casually flicking the collected sweat onto the floor.
Shiori's lip twitched, trying not to betray her disgust. Getting so sweaty was just so... unseemly.
'Yes, we've got an outdoor performance at the end of the week and the stage needs to be moved and assembled.'
'Why not just ask Naomi?' Akira asked, resting her elbows on her knees as she sat forward on the weight bench.
'Perhaps if we needed to move the building,' Shiori scoffed. 'No, the stage interlocks need a little more finesse than a 30-foot-tall girl can manage.'
'U-um, and I think she's hanging the banners, anyways,' Aida offered from behind Shiori.
'Ah hey!' Akira said, seeming to notice the other girl for the first time. 'How's the bun in the oven cooking?'
The oven in question is why it was so surprising Aida still got overlooked in crowds as much as she did. For all the shy girl's willowy looks and hunched posture, her enormous pregnancy was something that would seem to demand attention. Despite looking overdue with octuplets, her firm, bloated belly and heavy milk-filled breasts weren't even through their second trimester yet, and Aida showed no signs of slowing down.
'It's... it's okay,' Aida replied, self-consciously rubbing her stomach.
Akira smiled, then turned her attention back to Shiori. 'Hmm... All right, I'll let you interrupt my workout... but you have to do something for me first.'
Shiori's eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. 'And what would that be? Something hideous and sweaty, I assume.'
'Nah,' Akira said, waving her off with a hand that was paradoxically dainty compared to her rippling forearm muscles. 'Just spot me. Ten reps.'
'...'Spot' you?' Shiori echoed.
'Yeah, just, make sure I'm using proper form and everything.'
'...Very well,' Shiori said, stepping up to the weight bench. 'What do I need to do?'
'Well, first of all, we need to make sure the equipment's facing the right way...' She said, pointing behind Shiori.
'Which equipment?' Shiori asked, once again checking behind her as she turned, her two beachball-sized buttcheeks swinging in front of Akira as she looked.
'These!' Akira exclaimed, grabbing one hand under each cheek and lifting Shiori off her feet.
'What- oh! You brute!' Shiori yelped. 'Put me down this- aah!'
As Akira lifted Shiori above her head, she gave a brief but sharp push, hopping the titanic-tushed girl into the air slightly as she adjusted her hands to a more proper lifting grip. Shiori was bent like a banana over the fulcrum of her humongous ass while Akira lifted her up and down, arms and legs flailing.
'One! ...Two! ...Three!' Akira counted out, the muscles in her arms, back, and abdomen firming up and getting larger with every rep.
'You- you let me down, you mound of misfit meat!'
'...Five! ...Six! Sure, sure, just as soon as I get my ten reps in,' Akira replied, grinning as a seam in her armpit popped from her strengthening latissimus dorsi muscles. '...Six!'
'You already said six!'
'Did I?' Akira asked, with a Cheshire grin. 'Aida?'
'Oh, I, uh, I wasn't-' Aida started, trying to avoid getting involved in the confrontation, but still biting back laughter in spite of herself.
'Oh shoot, now I've lost count....' Akira said, giving a pout. 'Oh well... One! ...Two!'
'Akirrraaa~!' Shioiri cried out, wriggling back and forth in the musclebound amazon's grip.
Tags: Female muscle, muscle growth, clothes ripping, multiple girls, ass expansion, belly expansion, domination, bicep flex, weight lift
Story by SoylentOrange |
Artwork by Octo |
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