Time to Show Off!

"Okay fuckers. I'm gonna show you what a real workout looks like. Just hope that your equipment here can handle me," you say with a big grin on your face.

One of the guys sets down his weights and rolls his eyes at you. He walks over to you and stares up at you while he pokes a fat finger into your chest. Though he's acting tough, you know he's going to give in as soon as you get your way. You just smile at him and let him come at you.

"Just who do you think you are coming into our gym to talk to us this way?" he asks you.

You laugh, your belly bouncing against him, "Me? I'm your new best friend!"

You thrust your hips forward and knock him out of the way as you go over to start putting weights onto a bar. The men watch you as you do and see you are putting on so much weight that the bar groans a bit in protest. Though you just smile and grip it in your hands without bothering to sit on the weight bench. It's probably too small for you anyway.

"Watch this," you smirk.

You start to pump the bar with hundreds upon hundreds of pounds on it as if it's nothing. You can almost feel yourself getting stronger as you go. Maybe you'll need to make a wish soon to really make that happen. Even so, you shift your legs and then start to squat with the bar. You lower down with it, your gut thumping onto the mats under you, and then lift back up with a deep grunt. You feel sweat start to roll down your body as you go and shift your body up and down over and over with the huge weights.