Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

I learned a valuable lesson that day. Never ask a super strong woman with a child-like mind to help you work out. The problem was that Mams didn't understand the tremendous difference in our abilities.

Pouting, Mams tried to adjust the machine properly. "Okay...um...let's try this much," she suggested. I realized she had no idea how much each weight weighed. It wasn't labelled on them and she had no reason to keep track of their weight. She probably just stopped adding weight when she actually had to strain.

Sighing, I tugged on the thing. Once more, there was no budging. Mams stamped her foot. "Nooo...this wasn't what I wanted to have happen!" she whined. "I don't...I'm trying my best!" She looked ready to cry. I had to do something.

"Mams, sweetie...how about you remove all the weights and add one when I tell you to?" I suggested. Her eyes lit up. "Yeah! You're so smart, John!" she declared happily, pulling the pin from the weight. Naturally, I was able to easily move it now. "Okay, add one."

Now I was cooking. Mams watched me with a delighted smile as I did my reps. Insanely heavy weights were in her hands, letting her do simple bicep curls while she watched me.

Using my method of ADDING weight when needed, not subtracting it when I couldn't lift what was already set up, I went through most of the machines. Some were simply not designed for someone who couldn't bench a ton to use. After about an hour, I was exhausted.

"My turn now!" the Amazon declared. "You get some rest and drink water." Best instructions she had given me since we started. Harsh? Perhaps...and it was my fault by giving her the opportunity. Mams was a sweet girl, but I think the only thing she could teach me is how to eat an entire side of beef in one sitting.

So I watched in amazement as Mams did her thing. It was impressive to be sure...and I had to say, the way her breasts strained against her clothes when she worked her chest was very hot. Her uniform must be made of something special. I couldn't imagine any other way it wouldn't shred otherwise.

I was so caught up in watching, I almost didn't hear a word she said. "...bore you, John," she finished. I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked awkwardly. "I said I didn't mean to bore you, John...I mean, it couldn't be all that exciting to watch me work out all day..." She really had no idea.

Wiping my forehead, I smiled. "I had fun. You look...amazing when you're working out," I confessed. Her cheeks turned pink and she quivered. Knowing what was coming, I quickly said something before she could hug me. "LET'S...let's go take a shower, okay?" I suggested.