...the bench presses nearby, causing her small bicep to bob up.
"What, really?" Ryuji scoffed. "You wanna be a power lifter or something?"
"Come on, I'm still all hyped up. I've got energy to burn and I want to pump some iron!" She exclaimed, smiling brightly.
Ryuji rolled his eyes at her chipper attitude. "Careful, keep talking like that and you'll turn into a meathead."
"You know, you really know how to kill a mood, Ryuji." Ann said, dropping her smile for an angry frown. "Just help me with this thing, will you?" With that she strolled to the bench press and laid down, waiting for Ryuji to come and show her what to do.
"Quit bein' so pushy! I'm the expert here, remember?" He retorted. Nevertheless, he followed her to the bench she was waiting for him at, a stark change from Ann following him less than an hour ago. Taking his place behind her and the bench, Ryuji went on with his direction. "Alright, grab the bar with both hands and lift, and make sure they're spread far enough apart, otherwise you'll just drop it."
"What, seriously?! You didn't even put any weight on it!" Ann complained.
"Yeah, 'cause you're an amateur! Now stop questionin' me, you asked me to coach you!" He snapped, growing tired of her attitude. Still, by that point it seemed like maybe she could handle a bit of weight...
"No way! I'm obviously way better at this than you're giving me credit for, so give me a real challenge already!" She pouted, not budging until Ryuji gave in.
He exhaled an exasperated sigh and decided it wasn't worth the effort to fight her on it (plus she had a point, she was a lot more in shape than he thought). "Fine. But don't go cryin' if you can't handle it, got it?" With that he went to the weight plates, picking out a couple of small 2.5 weights to only add a few pounds to the bar. Despite Ann's protests, Ryuji knew she couldn't be strong enough to lift more, if even that much. Quickly he attached the plates and locked them into place, then resumed his position behind the bench. "There, happy now?"
"I guess... It still looks too light though..." Ann said disapprovingly.
"Trust me, it ain't! Now are you gonna lift or not?"
"Okay, jeez! I don't see why you have to stand there like a perv, though." She said bluntly as she grabbed the barbell.
"I-I'm not a perv!" Ryuji relied, clearly flustered. "I'm a spotter, this is where I'm supposed to stand!" This was supposed business to him, not a time to indulge his more deviant thoughts and it threw him off that Ann had brought that sort of thing up. She didn't respond to his insistence though, instead following Ryuji's instructions and slowly lifted the bar.
Going frustratingly slow for her, the blonde girl pumped the barbell up and down in regular intervals like an oil well, feeling more of a strain than she expected but certainly not as taxing as Ryuji said. With each lift she could feel the tightness in her arms increasing, appreciating the steadily mounting pressure. It was soothing, like a massage that was making her more tense instead of relaxing her but still giving her a sense of satisfaction.
From Ryuji's persepctive, things were a lot more stress inducing. Normally he wouldn't avoid ogling Ann's body if he got the chance, but right now they were both supposed to be in workout mode. It was something he liked to take seriously, and wanted Ann to as well, so he affixed his gaze straight ahead while still keeping his hands ready to catch the bar just in case. Still, the fact that she was lying on her back right in front of him, in skintight clothes, distracted... it was too much temptation all at once. So, cautiously, he glanced down, hoping to get just a peek to satisfy his carnal curiousity.
For one, Ann was cutely grimacing in determination, and luckily she didn't notice Ryuji looking down at her with how intensly she was lifting. The barbell was moving with no issue but there were still a few beads of sweat on her forehead from the several reps she'd been doing so far. The more important issue at hand though was her chest, which Ryuji did his best not to outright ogle. He'd seen her more exposed than this before of course- her Phantom Thief outfit had had a cleavage window after all- but somehow she looked, well, bigger. Her bright red tank top was strained across the front at the peak of her bosom, her breasts appearing wider and more broad overall. They weren't obscenely larger than they had been, but Ryuji would have put money down that her boobs were bigger.
That was, in fact, a half truth. Ann's mammaries had in fact blown up a bit, enough to squish themselves tighter into her sports bra, but beneath them her pectorals were enlarging as well, stretching and growing thicker and more powerful underneath her bust. The increase in the strength and size of her chest muscles had the side effect of making her breasts stick out even further than if they had grown on their own, giving her an overall meager but solid boost to her sex appeal.
Ryuji was oblivious to all of the details though, choosing to ignore what he saw and readjusted his eyes to look forward again. He rationalized it as her having some sort of growth spurt he hadn't noticed, or an illusion since she was lying down, or something like that. Besides, bringing it up would at best make things awkward and at worst make her angry, so for once he took the path of least resistance.
She continued to lift for a few more reps before deciding she was done, clacking the barbell back onto the rack. "There! Like I said, no sweat!" She said as she sat up before wiping her forehead with hand. "Oh... Okay, a little sweat. Still, I think that went pretty well, right?" She asked as she stood up, allowing Ryuji to see her back, broader than he remembered, and with some semblance of actual muscle definition, leading down to her rear... her surprisingly toned rear...
"Hey, Ryuji?" He blinked realizing he'd been staring as she turned around. Quickly he acted like he hadn't been gawking and she seemed none the wiser.
"Y-yeah, really well!" He said, dittoing her but also meaning it. "Uh, you're actually, uh..." He figured by now that he wasn't imagining things, Ann was absolutely looking different, plus she already said she hadn't been working out recently, so he was at a loss. Something had to be up. What if something was going on with her he didn't know about? "You're looking kinda... really fit, y'know?" He said, trying to be a careful with his words as possible.
At this Ann gave him a surprised look. "Whoa... Is this your weird way of hitting on me?"
"What?! No!" Ryuji yelled, frustrated that she was taking his concern as a come on. "Just- forget it! We're done for today!"
Ann shook her head and shrugged. "Whatever. Thanks for your help, Ryuji!" She said flippantly as she turned to the locker rooms.
"No problem..." He replied faintly, looking at her again as she turned and walked away. Her body was definitely more taut than usual, and frankly, hotter. If she weren't such a close friend, Ryuji probably would want to hit on her.
"Jeez, I'm goin' nuts..." Ryuji scratched the back of his head with vigor to clear his head of weird thoughts before moving to clean up from their workout.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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