Muscle growth for Weiss

"C'mon, Ice Queen! They're about to open!"

"Are you sure about this, Yang?" Weiss blinked up at the large, imposing Vale Gymnasium with more than a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "It's rather early for a workout."

"Oh come on, Weiss!" Yang said, tugging on her teammate's arm impatiently. "I wanna be first on the treadmills. And it's not early at all. Everyone here's waiting for them to open!"

Weiss eyed the assembly of large, sweaty, musclebound guys with an equal mixture of apprehension and interest. Apprehension because—well, they were sweaty, and more often than not far too hairy. But she had to admit that the bulging biceps and chest she noted on one particular sunny golden dragon were quite appealing.

"Ugh, very well," she huffed. "But I don't want to try anything too rough, though."

Yang scoffed. "Oh please. You gotta get rough at the gym, Weiss. Or at least work hard at it." She grinned and began teasing Weiss by flexing her right arm, her left hand squeezing her sizeable bicep. It was the size of a small orange, and far bigger than Weiss’ own stick-like arms. "How else are you gonna get buff like me?"

"I-I don't want to get 'buff' or anything!" Weiss snapped, cheeks flushing red at Yang's merciless teasing. "I-I just want to be a little more in-shape, is all."

"Fine, whatever, Ice Queen." Yang rolled her eyes; her brow furrowed, slightly annoyed at Weiss' refusal. "But you still have to take this at least a little bit seriously. I mean – come on, who spends two hours straightening their hair before going to the gym?"

"Excuse me?! A heiress who takes pride in her appearance is someone who spends two hours straightening their hair before going to the gym, you dolt!" Weiss snapped. She felt offended by Yang's casual, rude remark. "And I'll not have you forget it, Xiao Long! I refuse to get it all sweaty and messy and dirty, unlike some of these...m-muscleheads!!"

"Sure, sure." Yang waved a hand noncommittally, not at all fazed by Weiss' outburst. "Now c'mon! It's seven—they're opening the doors!"

Sure enough, they were. The heiress only offered a token protest this time as Yang dragged her to the front of the line and then Team WY found themselves entering right through the double glass doors. Once inside, Weiss took a deep breath, and was disgusted as she caught a whiff of plastic and cheap air freshener. Then again, it was better than the horrid stench of musk and sweat she'd been expecting. An artificial atmosphere was simply marvelous compared to that swill.

She reluctantly followed Yang down to the lockers, where the two huntresses stowed their clothes and bags away in a shared locker. Weiss accepted a hand-towel with a skeptical look—she doubted that she'd need it, and vowed to leave immediately for a shower if she did—but didn't otherwise comment. After that, she followed Yang up the stairs to the main area of the gym.

"I'll be over there at the treadmills." Yang jabbed a finger toward a long line of large black machines, where one or two gym-goers were already jogging along at a moderate pace. "You should probably start over there as well to get your heart rate going, but you can try out any of the machines first, just to give it a try."

"Hm." Weiss scanned the line of exercise machines around her with a questioning eye. "What's that one over there?" she asked, pointing in the direction of a flat, black-leather bench with a barbell positioned above it.

"That's the bench pressing area," Yang said with a grin on her face. "Good for tightening up your arms and burning fat around your glutes." Yang then slapped her tight butt with an open palm, then grinned when a light blush rose beneath Weiss's cheeks. "Should be just what you're looking for, really. Not much of a bulk-up machine...unless you wanna have thicker arms."

"Tightening," Weiss mused. "Hm. Maybe having stronger arms could be useful for battling Grimm."

"Cool. I knew you'd come around" Yang took a gulp of water from her bottle, then screwed the top back on and jabbed a thumb toward the treadmills. "Like I said, you know where to find me. And the machine should have directions on it, but if you need any help with form, feel free to ask."

"Thank you," Weiss said smugly. "But I believe I'll manage quite well on my own. It's just a silly little machine, after all. I mean, these muscleheads manage to use it regularly, and they don't seem to have any problem with it. Even you can use it with ease, Yang. How hard can it be for an elegant young lady such as myself?"

After her brief monologue, Weiss approached the bench pressing equipment while Yang went to the treadmills. Weiss sat on the bench, getting ready to start lifting the heavy weight. She suddenly smirked whilst looking directly at Yang and her muscular body, and began muttering to herself.

"Hm...I was skeptical about it, but maybe I wouldn't mind getting a somewhat decent muscle mass. In fact, I don't think I would mind ending up being more stronger than Yang, or the rest of my team either. Even better, I wouldn't mind being the most strongest huntress-NO, the strongest living being in the entire world! I can see it now - With the face of a princess, and the body of an Adonis, I'll be even more beautiful than I already am! I'll be popular, I'll be a celebrity, I'll get adored by men, and envied by women! Nothing can come between me now!"

She then did an evil laugh, but she didn't laugh for too long and coughed in embarrassment and slightly blushed before she lied down on the bench, tightly placed both hands on the barbell, and began lifting.

After a while of weightlifting, Weiss grinned arrogantly, and started the exercise.

“Huh… This is actually quite heavy.”