[Insert Training montage here]

"So you actually got the job, huh?" There was a loud clank as someone near John set down one of the many heavy, metallic weight bars and John whipped around to face the source of this voice. John was pleasantly surprised when he turned to face the softly smiling face of Grace Patel. She was dressed almost the exact same way that she had been the previous day, the only difference now was that John noticed the 'Gun's Gym' logo splayed out across her sports bra and spandex pants. Curious, John used observe on her.

Grace Patel
Level 13, Trainer
<Miss Mysterious>
HP: 281/346
Relationship: -20

John couldn't stop himself from returning her smile after that. The relationship score he had with Grace had gone up fifteen points, just from getting the job!

"Yeah." He grinned and walked over to where she sat on the bench, his eyes dipping down to where her breasts heaved with each breath she took in her tight workout bra. Her cleavage glistened softly in the light as John got closer. Getting closer was a difficult task for John with how the gym had been set up. The bench that Grace had taken was one of what seemed like ten in that area alone, each one bolted down into the floor to try and prevent movement or accidents. That wasn't all, that day, the gym seemed to be a fairly busy place on the inside. Each bench, each treadmill, each machine was taken and filled out by all different kinds of people. Some were of the bulky, body-building type like Dina. Other's were slim and pushing themselves to a specific goal, like John and Grace seemed to be. There were even thicker people, who had made the choice to lose an unbelievable amount of fat.

It took a little while, but after a couple second had passed, John managed to put two and two together.

"Is this your class? Are you training these guys?" he asked and spun back and forth in place to get a good look at all of them.

"That's a good guess. How did you know?" Grace answered, and ushered away the guy who had been spotting for her with a wave of her hand. John watched out of the corner of his eyes as his relationship with her ticked up a couple more points. He didn't answer her question, at least not truthfully. Even if he had been at a point where he wanted to tell her something like that, he still had the quest. If he wanted any of the rewards from it, he was going to have to keep it a secret, even from the people he may have wanted to end up telling.

"You seem to know what you're doing," John dodged after a couple seconds had passed.

"I would hope so..." She smiled and with a nudge of her head, gestured for John to take the place of the person who had been spotting her. "I've been doing this since I was a kid." That gave John pause. Since she was a kid? She was only level thirteen, and she had been working at this for that long?!

"I'm not sure how to-" he started to say as she braced and gripped the heavy metal bar above her. Her back fell flush to the bench beneath her again, and her smile only grew in size as she looked up at John.

"Most people don't," she interrupted him, and John watched as her breathing slowed and began to steady. "If it looks like I'm having trouble, just make sure it doesn't fall on me. The idea is that if I can't do it, you're there, so, together we can both lift it back up safely." There was a slight pause as John got closer and she failed to suppress a short gasp. They stood there for a couple seconds before he finally remembered when she glanced towards his crotch.

The aura... he thought, and the corners of his mouth instinctively curled upwards.

"...Don't worry though..." Grace said finally, breaking through the air of silence that had fallen between them. "I got this." She chuckled, and with a light clinking sound from the shift of the weight, she heaved the weight bar up into the air. If John hadn't been getting hard before she did that, he certainly was after.

"Count out twenty for me," she grunted, and John watched as her arms, tensed and rippling with muscle, slowly lowered. His eyes didn't stay on her arms for long though, because once the bar got low enough, he watched as the metal touched to her busty chest and the bar began to squish into her breasts slightly. His eyes widened as she held the bar in place for a couple seconds, letting her tits balloon gently around the width of the metal bar. Her cleavage, through the small window it had at the top of her bra, suddenly grew and bulged outwards from the decreasing amount of room she had in her top.

He was so distracted with the sudden view that John barely noticed it out of the corner of his eyes when he caught her outright ogling the hardening bulge that appeared in the front of his work shorts. His new work shorts that, thanks to the fabric and color they were made out of, made his growing erection all the more obvious.

A loud, clearly audible gasp escaped the tanned Indian woman when she realized that John had caught her. Her face burned, flushed into a surprisingly deep shade of crimson, and she looked away, her gaze **** to find anything that wasn't John. Then she lifted the bar back up.

Grace's chest actually jiggled and shook from the **** she put into lifting the bar. The generous wobble served to only embarrass her further after that, humiliating the trainer beyond belief... at least until she saw the one thing that could have truly added the icing onto the cake.

John was the first one to notice it when she lifted the bar up. With his position, he stood comfortably above Grace with his legs almost on either side of her head, it wasn't even hard for John to notice the change in her top. Though it was nearly imperceptible for everyone else to see the two hardened points that stood up through the front of her sports bra.

John stared dumbly at the two tips poking out of her front for what felt like a minute before Grace finally noticed. A short, high pitched squeak erupted from the trainer, and with a slight, little jump of fright on her part, she sent her breasts jiggling all over again.

"I-I-I..." she stammered and lifted the bar to place it back up on the stand. Her eyes darted nervously to John as she moved, staring at his face, then the now clear tent in the front of his shorts, and then back away from his slim form. "I-I...Sor-" she started when her arms finished extending, and she was just about to put the weight bar back when John stopped her with one of his hands. Grace froze, her nervous gaze flicking up to look at him again, past the bulge that threatened to hang over her whole face. John didn't give her an explanation. He didn't flirt, or order her around. He just told her to continue, in the only way that made sense.

"That's one...Nineteen more." And then he stepped closer to give her a better look at his cock.