This choice: The pair turn into super sexy uber-hotties and seek out some guys to mess with. • Go Back...Chapter #5The pair turn into super sexy uber-hotties and ... by: WillyTheKid   Sara thought for a minute or two. Then a smile curled on her lips.
"I know. Let's go down to the campus gym and freak out some of the jocks."
"I love it! But we're going to do it we've got to dress the part." Pam said, then she gestured with her hand. Instantly she and Sara were wearing matching pink and blue Versace sweat-suits with white tennis shoes.
"Pammy! What are the sweat-suits for-"
"Patience grasshopper. All will be explained in due time"
The girls walked to the gym and saw that it was crowded with people. Mostly the guys on the school's football and baseball teams. From the layout it was obvious that the gym had been divided into men's and women's sections. The women's section consisted of mostly treadmills, exercise bikes and elliptical machines. It had few racks of dumbbells with the highest being about 40 lbs. The men's section however was littered with weights as far as the eye could see. Whenever a woman came to use one of the weight machines she was either harassed by one of the guys or outright bullied into going “back where she belonged”. As Pam watched what was going on her eyes practically glowed red with anger. As they reached the front desk a handsome young man said, "Can I help you ladies?"
Pam forced her eyes to change back to normal, then she gave him her sweetest smile and said, "Yes. my friend and I were thinking about joining."
Roger said, "Well that's just great! It's always good to stay in shape. What can I sign you gorgeous ladies up for?"
"I don't think your boss pays you to flirt with the clients Roger." Pam said.
"Uh yeah, I'm sorry if I offended you."
"Relax Roger. We're just messing with you."
Roger chuckled "You got me. So what can we do for you? Aerobics, yoga? Maybe a spin class?"
"Actually Rog. Sara and I were looking into doing some weight lifting. We're both real big bodybuilding enthusiasts. Aren't we Sara?"
"We sure are."
"Well okay, ladies but you might want to wait a little while or even come back another day. The football team's using the machines and we've gotten numerous complaints about them but the management has a contract with the school that says they can use them whenever they want. I don't want to see you girls get hurt."
"Aw, you're so sweet. We can handle ourselves, can't we Sara?"
"We sure can."
"Well you're entitled to one free session as per our rules. Be safe and enjoy yourselves."
Pam and Sara were immediately assaulted by the smell of sweat and testosterone as they stepped through the door. There were men everywhere. Big, small, tall, short, and all of them lifting weights. As the two young women sauntered into the room all activity stopped. All the guys watched as they began walking through the weight room trying to find an empty and hopefully, clean machine. The next second the room was filled with hooting and cat-calls trying to get their attention. The girls found a pec deck machine and began taking turns on it much to the disgust of the some of the patrons. While they were working out one of the gym employees was pushing around a cart, supplying the clients with fresh towels and removing the soiled ones. One of the other guys was giving him a hard time and was towel-snapping him in the head. He was trying push the cart and defend himself at the same time. He didn't watch where he was going and ran the cart into Sara.
“Hey! Watch will ya!”
“I'm so sorry! I'll-i'll”
Their eyes met and they were both speechless. Finally Sara broke the silence.
“Hi. I'm Sara. What's your name?”
“M-m-m-m-Marcus. My name's Marcus.”
“So you do you work out?” Sara asked despite Marcus' very slight frame. Pam tried her hardest not to burst out laughing.
“I try to, when I can. When the place isn't too busy.”
They would've continued talking except a group of football jocks walked over and began scowling at Pam and Sara.
“Outta the way you two. We need this machine.”
“Well there are better ways of asking for it. Try them.”
“I said move bitch!! We don't have time to wait for some skinny rich girls messing around with the machines while they do their monthly “workout”.
“It's awfully hot in here.” Pam said, pulling at her sweat-suit's collar, “He's right though Sara. We can't afford to get these dirty. They were very expensive.”
Sara and Pam removed their sweat-suits and the football players gasped at the 6 foot 1 inch muscle women. The cups of Pam's tiger-print and Sara's winter camouflage micro-bikinis were barely adequate to cover the nipples of their beach-ball sized breasts. They wore two diamond necklaces with pendants that said “Cutie” nestled in their cleavage. And their muscles were easily the size of the biggest guys on the team. The linebacker, despite his fear continued with his macho attitude.
“Am I supposed to be impressed or something? Just because you all lifted a couple weights and got a little bit swole? Bitches are supposed to be in the kitchen cooking my dinner, not in the gym lifting weights. I mean look at them guys! They look like two trannies with big fake tits!!”
“I don't think our boyfriends Marcus and Roger would take too kindly to what you guys were saying.” Sara said
“Figures those two fags would like you freaks! And what do you expect THEM to do?”
Pam eyes glowed white for a brief second.
“Rog? Marcus? Could you come here a moment please?” Sara called.
The two bodybuilders came from behind the counter. Their uniform shirts had morphed into loose tank-tops showing off their microwave oven sized pecs and their cargo pants had changed into spandex shorts. The 6' 6 “ hulks lumbered over and put their arms around their respective girlfriend's necks.
“Yeah baby, what do you need?” Roger asked.
“Yeah, these SISSIES botherin' you?” Marcus chimed in.
Pam and Sara looked back at the football player and smiled.
“Oh I think they could do a whole lot!” Sara laughed.
“I-I really don't care.” the linebacker faltered, “The school still has a contract that says we use the weights whenever we need to.”
Pam then beckoned to her friend and whispered something in her ear. Sara giggled and nodded vigorously.
“Well I talked it over with my sister and instead of having our boyfriends beat you all into paste, we have a more sporting proposition. We have a contest. The two of us against all of you. You pick six exercises. If you can lift more than we can, the entire gym is your's If we out-lift you, the girls can use the weights whenever they want. Deal?”
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