A hot workout!

The local gymnasium wasn’t too far, just a few blocks by foot, during the walk her mind went over the messages and notes Janet had provided her regarding the building. With so many under her employ now she was going to need a place for them to live, thankfully the previous contractor was MORE than happy and willing to offer his services. By the end of the week the rest of the building would be completely converted into living quarters for all her ladies.

“Ah here we are, this’ll help me unwind.” Walking through the front doors to the gym and causing quite a few heads to turn as she passed down the hallway in her form fitting business suit. Signing in and moving over to the change room, Susan snuck into a changing booth and locked the door. “Okay, time to get into character.” Snapping her fingers, her clothes began to shift, becoming skin-tight and more colourful as it went from a blue silk business dress to a blue and black spandex bicycle shorts and tube top. Letting her strawberry blonde curls down to flow over her back, Susan stepped out of the change booth and moved out onto the gym floor, rubbing her hands together excitedly.

The first thing she tried out were the weights, she knew her demonic status granted her inhuman strength and she was curious of just how much she had now… Especially after feeding off the juggernaut. “Hey big boy, mind setting me up?” Cooed the woman, looking down at the man cleaning off the weights bench. Looking up, the man nearly bumped his head off the lift bar before he stepped back and offered the bench to her.

“Ok then, you wanna start with 50 pounds?”

“Cute, lets try… DOUBLE that.”

Shrugging his shoulders, the man loaded the weights onto the bar while Susan laid on her back on the bench waiting to be told when it was ready. When she got the signal, she hoisted the bar over her head easily, showing no strain in the effort. After 10 lifts, she requested the weight be doubled. Then doubled again, and again. After 10 reps with each weight, Susan set the bar down and sat up, stretching her arms over her head and getting up from the bench, not even breaking a sweat during the entire work out.

“Huh, that was easy…”

“Lady, you just bench pressed up to 350 pounds without breaking a stride!” Scrambling through a pamphlet rack nearby, the man offered her a brochure for Miss Universe. “Lady I think you’ve got a future in weights.”

Playfully drawing her finger under his chin, Susan smirked and turned away. “Thanks, but no thanks, I got enough titles already, I think I’ll take a look around.”

*

Meanwhile at the hospital…

“Wha… Where the fuck am I?” Groaned the man in the hospital bed, looking around to find his fur coat on a rack next to a box of his possessions. Wearing only a blue hospital garb and an IV drip on his arm, the man sat up to find a doctor scribbling notes on a clip board and passing it to a stunning red haired nurse who winked back at the doctor and sauntered out of the room.

“Ah, your awake Mr… Wrecking Balls?” The doctor asked, going over the prognosis report.

“Reckinbawls…”

Screwing his face to avoid laughing, the doctor checked off more from the chart in his hands. “Well it’s a good thing you were brought to us as quickly as you were, if they got any bigger, we’d be forced to amputate.”

“Amputate what?” Slowly sitting up, the pimp found a severe weight in his lap keeping him from doing so, looking down he realised why. A pair of masses the size of and weight of a couple of bowling balls sat between his legs under his blue hospital garb.

“We can prescribe some medication to bring the swelling down if you’d like.” Snickering, the doctor muttered under his breath. “Then again, I’d prescribe a wheelbarrow…”

*

Spending the rest of the time at the gym exploring and testing herself, Susan was rather impressed with her strength… As were the rest of the crowd that built up around her watching the tall blonde go from dead lifting 5 times her body weight to absolutely devastating the punching bags, weighted bicycles and rope climbing.

Waving off the half dozen spotters desperately trying to make her sign up for local tournaments, the smiling blonde danced her way to the lady’s room to hide while the crowd waited outside with pens ready. And they were still waiting even after a dark-haired amazon of a woman with mocha coloured skin sauntered past them with a wink, still waiting for Susan to exit.

“Phew… Guess that settles it, this girl’s got pipes!” the chocolate skinned woman chuckled, flexing her arm and admiring the corded muscles bunch underneath her skin. Passing by some of the classes in the gym, Susan looked through the window to a yoga class where the ladies waited for their instructor to arrive. A Cheshire cat grin formed on her lips when she returned to her normal cream coloured skin complexion and blonde hair. Stepping into the yoga class, the woman greeted herself in, locking the door behind her in the process.

“Hello ladies and welcome, I’m your yoga instructor Suzie, are you already to learn some stretches and poses to get the kinks out of your limbs?” Hearing a collection of murmurs from the dozen or so students, they all unrolled their mats and stretched to get ready. “Hey, teach, where’s your mat?” Asked one of the women in the class, her thick glasses making her eyes look too big for the rest of her face as she crouched to get ready.

Turning on the stereo at the front of the class to any random melody stored on its drive, Susan maintained her beaming smile as she slowly circled the group of women. “Oh, I’m just going to check on you all to make sure your managing your poses, now I want you all to stand up and stretch your arms over your head, close your eyes and take a deep breath.” Hearing them breath, Susan gave them more simple commands, having them arch and bend at the knee, then fold to touch their feet, all the while she gleamed over their inner desires and essence. Moving over to one overweight woman having trouble bending at the waist, Susan gently laid her hands over her and used her abilities to make changes.

Oblivious to it all with her eyes closed, the student didn’t notice the paunch she struggled to exercise off for over ten years retreat back into her stomach, her abdominal muscles becoming more firm as the excess mass moved to her bust and hips, making her top creak as her chest went from a modest B cup to double Ds. “There we go, your getting the hang of it.” Moving from one student to the other, Susan made tweaks; a tighter waist here, younger complexion there, larger bust here, taller height there. Then she started working on their health. Skin conditions, asthma, moles, warts, bad eyesight, all of it melted away as Susan did her magic all the while keeping up the façade of a yoga instructor. “You might want to take those glasses off, otherwise they’ll fall off your nose.” Cooed Susan as she gently pulled the glasses off the woman from earlier, massaging the woman’s temples and making her eyesight 20/20 again.

“Alright ladies, first lesson is over, you can open your eyes now.” Folding her arms under her chest, the blonde amazon smirked back at the dozen or so students looking around with surprise, finding their bodies had changed to those of near supermodel perfection and vigor. Hearing a knock at the door, Susan’s smirk became almost impish when she danced towards the door and opened it to let the REAL instructor inside.

“Why is the door locked, and who are you?” Asked the young, handsome man in spandex. A rolled-up mat slung under his arm.

“Oh, I’m just a stand in while your class waited, just didn’t want any weirdos coming in that’s all.” Susan purred, liking what she saw. Tall, lean, handsome with short black hair and a thin beard, the woman pursed her lips and flared her nostrils, not wanting to make a scene… Yet. Looking over her shoulder to the gaggle of stunned women, Susan leaned up and whispered into the man’s ear before she snuck out the door.

“What do you MEAN I owe you one?” The man asked, just as he smelled a perfume in the air, one that smelled like wildflowers and spices, a scent the ladies too picked up when they spotted the man at the door. The instructor suddenly feeling like a deer that stumbled on a pack of lions.