Dave walked beside Jackie, as all four made their way towards the gym a few blocks away. As they walked, Dave couldn't help but notice the expressions on the townspeople's faces. He half expected them to be at least a little put off by the three muscular girls, but it seemed to be just the opposite. They looked almost happy to see them. He watched as most of the passersby brought out their cell phones and took pictures of them as they passed, while a few kids, mostly girls, ran up to them and asked for their autographs.
They happily obliged, as a small crowd quickly formed around them, with most of their fans holding 8 x 10 photos of the girls. Dave was fortunate enough to not be caught in the middle of the whole thing, being able to maneuver his way through the throng of fans. He was now standing off to the side, beside a stop sign, waiting for the crowd to disperse.
While he waited, Dave looked at a few shops that dotted that particular street. The first one he came to was a Foot Locker, with a poster of Jackie that was hanging in the window. Intrigued, he walked closer and discovered she was a spokesperson for her own brand of Nike shoes in this reality. The poster read "Get a good workout" along the top and "with a pair of Cougars" along the bottom, with Jackie hitting a double biceps pose in the center. There was also a picture of a pink cougar off to the side, in an attack stance ready to pounce, next to Jackie.
In the next window, there was a poster featuring Brittany and Rachael, with their own brands of shoes coming out in the next couple of months, along with their own flavor of Powerade already in stores. Dave couldn't help but smile, knowing he was fully responsible for their celebrity status.
As he continued looking at the poster, Dave felt a pair of strong hands grab his shoulders. "Doing a little bit of window shopping?" He turned around to see it was Jackie smiling up at him. Rachael and Brittany were close behind, having finished signing autographs and posing for pictures.
"You girls ready?" he asked.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Rachael replied. "Ever since we signed with Nike and Powerade last year, stuff like that has been happening pretty much every day."
"Comes with the territory," Brittany said nonchalantly as she stretched, flexing her massive arms in the process. "Being the strongest women in the world and all."
"Still, it's time for our workout. We should go," Jackie reminded the others. They all agreed and continued on to the gym. A short while later, they arrived. As soon as they went inside, Dave realized this place was more of a fitness facility, rather than a hardcore gym where serious lifters could gain muscle. How could Jackie and the other girls get a good workout with the equipment they had in this place? Looking at the dumbell rack along the side of the wall, Dave noticed the highest the weights went up to was 120 pounds. Surely, Jackie and the others could lift 10 times more than that by now just for their warmup sets.
"Come on, Dave," Jackie said, as the other girls made their way towards the back of the gym. "I'll show you where we work out." Dave followed along, watching as most of the other gym goers stopped what they were doing to watch her pass by.
"Don't worry about them, Dave," Jackie said, referring to the gawkers. "They know to keep their distance. Well, they do NOW, anyway." She giggled a little bit and Dave wondered what exactly had happened to keep the other gym members in line. They soon caught up to Rachal and Brittany, who were busy changing into their workout clothes.
"Okay, let's do it!" Rachael said a few minutes later, as she put on her weight belt and laid down on the bench, gripping the bar. Dave stared at the amount of weight she was about to lift. The plates themselves were several times thicker than a regular plate and each one appeared to weigh at least 200 pounds each, if not more. He watched as Rachael gripped the extra thick bar and lifted the weight, before lowering the bar to her chest and cranking out 20 to 30 reps, for one of her warm up sets. Dave counted the total amount of weight on the bar and guessed she was lifting a little more than 1500 pounds, if he was correct about the plates, that is.
Rachael sat up after racking the bar and looked down at her chest. "Wow. I think my chest is already a little bigger." Dave's eyes wandered down to her cleavage and, although he had never really caught himself staring at Rachael that much in the past, he had to agree that her chest looked larger than it had been at the cafe earlier.
"Just how easy is it for them to build muscle now?" Dave wondered, as Rachael stood up.
"Okay, it's my turn," Brittany said, taking Rachael's place on the bench. Dave stood by the wall, watching the workout progress, as each girl was eventually able to lift 2000 pounds, then 4000, then 6000. At one point, he wondered if there were enough weights in the gym to give the girls a sufficient workout.
As they moved on to incline presses, Rachael took a pair of dumbells, each one weighing over 1500 pounds, and laid back down on the bench. She was able to do six reps easily, but had to have a little help with the rest of the set. Brittany and Jackie took the dumbells from her hands afterward and Rachael sat back up.
"I wish I was as strong as you, Jackie," Rachael said, a little out of breath, as she stretched her muscles a little.
Giving him the perfect excuse to use the wand again, Dave took it out of its case and wondered just how strong he should make Rachael. As strong as Jackie? Even stronger? What would happen if her muscles swelled even larger than Jackie and Brittany's combined? How would THAT change things?
Deciding that being as strong as Jackie would be enough, at least for now, Dave pointed the wand at Rachael and...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author