This choice: To the gym. You feel like you can do anything. • Go Back...Chapter #6Ursa Major by: H. M.   You weigh your options. You know she'd really appreciate it if you made an effort to go to the gym. Granted, she won't be pleased that it took you even longer to get home, but a nice pump and and a bouquet of sunflowers and Marguerite daisies from the 24-hour supermarket should make up for it.
Wasting no further time, you head over to the parking garage, pull the duffel bag of gym clothes out of the boot, and drive down to the gym, where she also maintains a membership. Your hope falters as you notice the place is dimly lit. As you pull up and step out, your suspicions are confirmed - the place is closed for the night.
You feel a pang of defeat. Whatever was in that stuff you had back in the office, it made you feel like you could tackle a hard workout. As you start the car and begin to turn back onto the street, your eyes are drawn to another storefront...and it looks to have gym equipment inside.
You park the car again. Just like dumpster diving, an inquisitive personality is also hard-coded into your genes. You grab your bag just in case, and walk down the street to take a closer look.
Your heart skips a beat when you see the word "GYM, OPEN 24 HOURS" printed on the window in a large white decal. You open the door, and a bell above it tinkles.
You nearly drop your bag when a grizzly bear sitting at the counter gets up to greet you. Most bears you knew had some extra pudge - but this one is a great big tank of an ursine, his arms look like someone stuffed melons where his bi's and tri's should be, not to mention the great pectroal slabs struggling for space in his dark blue spandex tank-top. He looks like he could bench you for an easy warm up.
The bear laughs at your surprise. "Do not be afraid, I may look scary, but I assure you I'm nice guy." He has a strong accent, eastern European perhaps.
You give a forced smile, your balls still trying to pull back up into your body. "Um...right. I was wondering if you have a trial pass?"
The bear gives you a stern look. "Trial? No need. We do good work for our clients. Welcome to Caucasus Gym. My name is Sergei." The bear steps up to you; you only rise up to his chest, which intimidates you even more.
You crane your head to look him in the eye. There was something...unusual in the way he looked at you. Like you were being scanned. "Tell you what, my little friend. I will lead you through workout tonight, and you decide if you wish to come back."
You gulp down your fear. At least the grizzly's offer appeals to your sense of parsimony. What do you have to lose, apart from being torn limb-from-limb by Boris Badenov over here.
You hesitantly nod your head. "Okay. You got yourself a deal."
***
The locker room and showers were clean and the rest of the place Boris...ahem, Sergei...showed you seemed legit. It's a little odd that the place is empty with the exception of you two. Maybe they're losing to the first place you tried, and are trying a 24-hour format in an attempt to gain customers. Whatever the case, it's convenient enough for you.
Sergei demonstrated some techniques with the free weights. He intends on seeing where your abilities stand, so tonight's workout will be more a general one, rather than specializing in only particular areas. He assures you, though, that that is not proper technique.
You huff as you finish a set of overhead tricep extensions. The powder is still coursing through you, although the set was tough, you're ready for more.
The bear scratches his chin. "Tell me..uh, your name?"
You let out a deep breath. "Gabriel. Call me Gabe."
He smiles. "Okay, Gabe." You notice he pronounces it with more of a "p" than a "b". "Tell me, what do you want from a gym?"
You grab the dumbbell again, holding it behind your back."I'd like to get healthier. Maybe a little bigger."
The bear cocks his brow. "Bigger? A few pounds? Athletic? Or like me, maybe?" He flexes one of those massive guns, you're certain he must strut on the stage with that size.
You let out a ragged laugh as you finish the set. "Oh, I dunno."
The bear puts his firm, callused paw on your shoulder. "Think about it. Picture what you want, set as your goal. Short-term, and long-term."
You roll your eyes. This seemed a little silly.
You picture yourself bigger, buffer. A trim six-pack, pecs that rose proudly from your chest, nice thick arms. Your coworkers would comment on good you looked, Stephanie would...turn her attentions to you. Be more physically turned on.
Sergei grips your shoulder. "Now think bigger. The better you."
You bite your tongue. Oh, this was...intriguing. You wanted to be as big as Wesley, 21" arms, no, bigger, you'd be the talk at the next family reunion, you could show everyone that you had brains and brawn. You wanted to totally fill out your clothes with loads of muscle, burst them at the seams, Noah and Kaz would have to hide their boners every time you stretched at your desk. Stephanie, she wouldn't just be turned on, the smell of her human sex would fill the bedroom, she'd nearly soak her panties ever time you took your shirt off - a perfectly carved stomach, enormously thick quads and plump calves, and two great mountains of pecs accentuated by the tuft of cream and grey fur on your chest. You smile dreamily, picturing a bodybuilder-sized version of you, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, Steph on your arm, her face blushing, thinking of how you would please her. Hell, if you're going to put on this fantasy, why not build a few more inches on your cock while you're at it, make her howl in pleasure every time you enter her. Maybe even a little bigger in height too, really send the message home that you're the top raccoon, maybe one of the top guys period, no one can outdo you and she'll never look the other way again...yeah, wouldn't that be grand...
You give a silly grin. It's all just a fantasy. You'd be happy with a trimmer figure and a little more meat on your arms. No sense in hoping for what you can't get.
But still, to think and visualize their goals...Sergei has a point, it's a good motivator. You power through the next set, faint dreams of a musclebound raccoon on your mind.
The bulky bear leads you several more workouts exploring different muscle groups of the body, almost an hour and a half has passed by the time you're done. You take a quick shower, delighting in the sizable pump (for you anyway) that you're sporting, Steph will be excited. And you're excited too, you can't help but get a little stiff when you think of the things you'll do to her tonight when you get home, you want to bang her so bad. You have to turn the water down to keep little you from getting too excited, best to save up for tonight's show.
As you put your sweaty clothes in your bag, physically tired but still mentally energized, Sergei slips you his card before you leave. As much as you may not like shelling out for a membership, you're very strongly considering it, he was an exceptional teacher, maybe you could even get him as a personal trainer as you work yourself into shape. Couldn't hurt to ask, right?
"Sergei...if I come back...do you do lessons? Like, basics, and maybe some more advanced stuff when the time comes?"
The bear lets out a great guffaw. "Well, it is slow here at night. I think about it, you come back, maybe we can make arrangement. Good night Gabe."
You smile, even buying a pre-packaged protein shake from the cooler behind Sergei's counter, solidify tonight's gains. You take a swig and pause as you unlock the door to your car.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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