This choice: 98. Jason and Donna are getting juiced. • Go Back...Chapter #13Move the Slider Higher and Higher. by: getbig   Jason pushes the slider higher, and the figure on-screen stays the same. He switches the change mode to Immediate, and continues to toy with the values. He pushes it all the way to 200 and then back down to Earth. Idly wonders what going so far beyond human capability would feel like. But a level head and reason rule the day.
He settles on 64, and pressed confirm.
Immediate Change Complete.
There's no sensation. Not even a tingle.
He is now on an even playing field with Donna. A good place to start. Jason drifts off to sleep, spellbound by dreams of G-cups and bicep curls.
~
One day.
Donna demonstrates proper squat form painstakingly slow. The XL band t-shirt over her sports bra is tucked into her waistband so Jason can watch her flexible hips and bubble butt track in a strict orderly path through each rep. She steps through each portion of the moment with rigorous detail, then makes him try. Back and forth, rep after rep
"When are we going to add more weight?" Jason askins after the fifth set with only a bar on his shoulder. Even to a weakling like him, 45 lbs is barely a strain.
"Tuesday." Donna rolls a bench under the rack and starts lowering the posts.
"But I can lift more," Jason says. "I'm not that weak."
"I know. This is part of the process." Donna sets the bare bar once more on its posts once more.
"But isn't it... embarrassing?"
Was everyone in the gym wondering who the weakling was?
Donna steps away for a minute to rest a comforting hand on her hip.
"Look around." She pauses. "Nobody cares."
The score of other gymgoers continue with their workout.
"No one cares how much weight you lift. Everyone in here is working on one thing: Themselves. None of them are going to sit there and stare, just because you're learning proper form. Everyone here started somewhere."
"What would be embarrassing is if we loaded up that bar, and you hurt yourself. Pulled a muscle, tore a ligament, dropped the bar on your toe. This is a marathon, not a sprint. The most important part of any gym journey is time."
She lifts the front hem of shirt up to just above the hem of her sports bra. The cut definition of strong abs highlighted beautifully by the gyms downlighting.
"These took four years to build." Donna pokes the deep groove down the side of her abs. "One year to get serious. One year to try hard and fuck up. And the last two year to get them into the shape they are today."
She drops her hem and pokes Jason's own stomach lightly. "We are going to skip the 'getting serious and fucking up' parts with you. But this process still takes time. Today you're lifting light. Tuesday you're lifting light. But give it a month, and the weight's going to get heavy real fast. Understood?"
Jason swallows hard. "Y-yes."
Donna's serious look breaks into another megawatt smile.
"Perfect. Let's move on to bench press."
~
One week.
Jason steps out of the shower thoroughly spent. Six works in seven days were taking their toll. He felt good, great! Just sore. Donna was a persistent, driven coach. Pushing him gently to work harder and harder, even as the weights began to crawl upward painstakingly slow.
Six days of workouts. Seven days of wild, off-the-wall, no-holds-barred sex. In her room. In his room. In the gym showers after hours. After so long without a steady partner, Jason was still adjusting to the overwhelming amount of attention.
Donna made it abundantly clear how much she wanted him. Subtle glances at the gym. Wandering fingers through his shorts in the car. Outright tackling him to the bed moments after Jasmine left for softball practice. The line between 'fuckbuddy' and 'feelings' was getting blurry, fast.
Even now, he's stepping out of the shower in Donna's room, not his own. Jason wraps a towel around his waist and walks back into the bedroom where Donna is sprawled out across the bed, utterly nude save a pair of thong panties. A YouTube video rolls on the TV for background noise as she watches him cross the room.
"Weigh-in day." She declares.
Donna rolls to her feet, and drags a scale out from under the bed. Stepping on first, she smiles at the number on-screen.
"154. One pound over last week." She's unbothered by the extra weight. Confident it all went to the right place. Jason would never disagree.
Jason steps up next, dropping the towel as Donna whistles appreciatively at the sight.
"134!" She reads. "Up four pounds."
She punches lightly at his torso.
"Great progress, stud. That may be a bit fast to put on all muscle, but we can always cut the fat back off later. Seems you're taking my instructions to 'eat everything in sight' seriously." She gives Jason's thin bicep an appreciative squeeze to go with the praise.
Her fingers trail downward. Skipping from forearm to abs to waistline before reaching her final destination. "Keep that up, and you'll start feeling strong real fast."
Her voice drops to a sultry hum, and Jason is all too ready for what comes next.
That night, locked away in the bathroom to brush his teeth while Donna drifts off to sleep, Jason nudges the slider higher. He confirms the change. Then switching to Donna's profile, repeats the process.
Time to see how 80 felt.
One month.
Jason grunts as the weight moves. He pulls hard, focusing on the hinge as 225 lbs locks out in a strong deadlift. Then does it again. Over and over. Twelve slow, strict, rock-solid repetitions lifting more than his bodyweight.
He grunts through front squats the same way. Lifting ten pounds more than the last workout. Steady, consistent, and with perfect form. All under the watchful eye of his tutor.
"Drop set on the last one." Donna sets in close behind him. "I want you to push until there's nothing left, then I'll help with two more."
Jason's tired, but doesn't argue. Why fight the process. He bounces 195 lbs on his front shoulder, and starts the set.
Five reps. Ten reps. Fifteen. The sixteenth starts to slow, and can feel Donna's hands floating just under his arms. The seventeenth feels impossible, until she tucks in close and gives him a firm push skyward. Her hips and thighs brush against his ass, and it gets much harder to stay focused.
"One more." She orders.
And one more she gets. The eighteenth rep is a slow, endless affair, but he gets it up and re-racks the bar.
"Good." Donna is watching his every move with a combination of professional intensity and barely-veiled arousal. Watching him push hard with each rep to build himself up stronger and stronger. They both feel amazing.
"154." Donna reads the scale. "You're a natural, cutie. Look at yourself."
If 64 felt good. 80 is phenomenal. No matter how hard Jason pushes, the soreness fades within two days. There are changes in the mirror, too. Broader shoulders. Thicker thighs. Real, honest, pecs. Just an inch worth, jutting slightly forward from his still-lean chest. Enough to graduate from underweight to healthy for the first time in a decade.
Not a bodybuilder. Not yet. But progress.
Donna steps on next, and can't contain her excitement.
"164. Yes!" She pumps a fist above her head. "Ten pounds."
Excitement drips from every word.
"This must be your doing." She gives Jason's chest a firm slap as she steps off the scale.
He freezes for a moment, wondering if the jig is up, if she'd found the app.
"I start getting dicked down regularly by you and those pheromones, and next thing you know my plateau is a thing of the past. Every lift has been on the rise this month. Every. Single. One."
She wraps him up a hug next. "And what's the difference? You."
The fuckbuddies were well into situationship territory now. Deep into situationship territory. Miles behind enemy lines.
But that was not going to stop anything.
The next morning, thirty minutes before his standing appointment at the gym with Donna, Jason unlocks the app once more. Looks at his shirtless body in the bathroom mirror for a long moment, then makes a new change.
Immediate Change Complete.
Donna Blackwood
Physical Aptitude: 98
Jason Rockwell
Physical Aptitude: 98
In for a penny. In for a pound.
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