“Recuperative?” she said quietly, smoothing her t-shirt over her large breasts. She reached up to cup Jake’s biceps. “It’s so impressive, Jake. I bet it took you a lot of lifting weights to build a muscle like that!”
Jake smiled. “You bet, Claire! That and some natural talent and the right hormones. Stuff that little Brian don't have. Or you,” he added, cupping her left breast.
Claire wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. But it still took awhile, right? I mean, you had to rest between workouts, right?”
“Well, sure. There’s some kind of a science to it, I guess. Coach told us you have to give your muscles a chance to recover between workouts if they're gonna grow and get stronger.” He gave his biceps another flex and ran his finger across the top of the bulge. “And you can see the results, eh? I added 60 pounds of muscle in the last two years.”
“60? And you weigh, what, 240 or so?”
“Yeah, maybe 250, offseason.”
“Ok,” Claire said agreeably. “I’m going to try to lift you.”
“What? Are you crazy? You can’t. You’ll just get hurt.”
“Maybe I won't do it the first time, but tell you what. If I can't lift you by the third try, then tonight you can do whatever you want with me. But if I can, you have to do whatever I say tonight. Is that a deal?”
Jake felt Claire’s soft upper arms. “Sure, babe. I’ve seen you try to move my 40 pounders across the room. I never laughed so hard. It’s a deal,” he chortled.
“Claire, what are you doing? I didn't give you muscles like Sharon,” Brian said.
“You didn't give her shit, loser!” Jake crowed. “And you're going be sitting in a dark room on your own imagining what I'm doing with her tonight.”
“Boys, boys, stop arguing,” Claire said loftily. She walked around him. “All you have to do is hold still.” She put her arms around him and tried to lift him, straining her arm, leg and back muscles as much as she could, pushing to her limits and beyond. He didn't move even an inch off the ground. “Aarrgghh!” she grunted, pulling on him harder. “You ... are ... so ... fucking HEAVY!” she said pushing, straining, tugging, with all of her strength and then after nearly five minutes letting her arms drop in exhaustion. She staggered away painfully, lungs heaving, face red, arms shaking, barely able to walk.
Jake shook his head. “Well, good for you for trying so hard, but you'd better not get so tired that you're not up for what I have in mind,” he said.
“Don't you worry, big boy.” she said, her breaths already easy and smooth, her face back to it's normal color. “I'm just a little hungry. Brian, I'm sure you won't mind ....”
He shook his head. “Go ahead. Eat what you want.”
Claire went into the kitchen. She quickly finished a quart of milk, a pint of yoghurt, and then saw a roast beef marinating. No need to cook it. She could recover from food poisoning as well as anything else. She heard no one coming and quickly chewed and swallowed the four pound roast. The stuffed feeling and indigestion passed quickly, and she needed the protein. Let Brian and Sharon deal with their mother! A couple of bananas and a chocolate bar later she was ready.
Her top felt a little snug on her in the shoulders and chest, so she opened an extra button in the throat and on the sleeves. She put her palms together and pushed, feeling the tension in her pecs, and watched her bust rise slightly. When she stopped it didn't fall back down. “Ok,” she said as she sauntered back in. “I'm ready.”
Jake stared at her. His brow furrowed. “You look different. Kind of --
”Fit? Yeah, maybe.” Claire rubbed her hands together, and the toned muscles in her arms tightened. She patted down her stomach, which was almost back to normal, and walked up to Jake. “Ready for number two?” He nodded but looked slightly concerned. Claire grimaced put her arms around him and pulled at his body. She did it differently this time, first using her arms, then lifting from her legs, then bending over and using her back muscles. The last was hardest. After nearly ten minutes she had to stop and fell onto the floor in spasm, gasping for breath.
“This is the dumbest thing I ever saw!” Jake declared as Claire crawled into the kitchen. I'm leaving.”
“No,” Claire said, her voice shaking. “Three tries, remember? If you want what I know you want, then you'd better not leave!”
“Fuck it, Claire. You won't be fit for anything tonight. What's the point?”
“Well, if I'm not, I’ll give you three nights, OK?”
He stopped in his tracks. “Well ....
“There are some protein shakes next to the fridge,” Brian called out. “My Dad bought them, when he was working out, so they're kind of old, but they’re probably still have their protein or whatever they're supposed to have. I doubt they taste too good though.”
Both Jake and Sharon glared at him. Brian shrugged. They heard Claire pop three cans open, heard her chug them, burp and then open three more and chug them down, followed by some ripping noises.
“What the fuck is going on in there?” Jake said. “Hey! Claire! Get the fuck out here and get this fucking over with. And don't fucking throw up that shit all over me!”
The kitchen door swung open. “Don't you fucking talk to ME like that!” Claire yelled back. She had torn off her blouse and now was wearing just her bra and her short skirt. Her stomach was distended from the three quarts of protein shake she had just swallowed, but the bulge was rapidly shrinking, and as it did the muscles in her arms, back and legs were growing, her shoulders were becoming broader and a eight-pack pattern was appearing on her stomach. “I don't fucking LIKE it at ALL when you use that kind of fucking language with me!” she yelled back.
She stomped toward him. Each step made the furniture in the room rattle.
“Claire!” Jake said in shock, staring at her far-more-than-fit body. Her muscles were smaller than his, but on her smaller body they bulged more dramatically. And with her stronger pecs and broader shoulders, her breasts stood higher and more prominently. He couldn't stop staring. “What happened to you?”
“You mean, it isn't obvious? My body recovers from stress and damage hundreds of times faster than yours, so the more I exhaust my muscles, the faster they grow. A little protein doesn't hurt either. I bet I could be bigger than her,” she said, pointing at Sharon, “if I wanted to. Which I don't! Now, let's see what these muscles can do,” she said, approaching Jake.
“No. You can't lift me,” he protested as Claire backed him against the wall. She grabbed his thighs and easily raised him into the air. “Oooh, somebody’s going to have a tired tongue tonight!” she crowed.
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