Take Helena to the gym and start training

Looking at the flier, you see that the event is tomorrow evening; if you're going to help Helena get ready, you need to start now! "Hey, Helena, what do you say we visit the gym before your match tomorrow night?"

She looks thoughtful, then flexes one of her upper arms, measuring the muscle with her eyes. She shrugs. "You're right; it sure wouldn't hurt to do some last-minute training." She flashes you a brilliant white smile. "Plus, maybe you and I could try a few practice matches?"

You return her grin with one of your own. "That sounds like fun. I just hope you aren't a sore loser!"

Helena laughs, then wraps you up in another mighty embrace, squeezing you to her with her four powerful arms. Then she begins leading you down the hallway. "Hey, where are we going?" you ask her.

"To the gym, of course!" Helena pushes open a set of double doors, and you step into a spacious room filled with exercise equipment. Looking closely, you notice that some of the machines are obviously intended for the use of animorphs; one bench offers four poles to hold two heavy sets of barbells, and a nearby weight machine seems to be designed to exercise the user's tail. You wonder where they get all their wonderful toys....

Helena's first stop is what looks like a heavily-reinforced treadmill, clearly designed to handle the weight and power of well-built, plus-size animorphs like herself. As you take advantage of the facilities and start jogging beside her, it's soon clear that Helena isn't just strong - she's fast! Within a minute, she's running at over twelve miles per hour and breathing normally. Of course, with your muscle fetish, it's easy for you to appreciate the sight of Helena's sculpted legs pumping rhythmically, her well-muscled arms swinging in time, her DD's bouncing wildly. Just before wrapping up her fifteen-minute cardio workout, Helena ramps up her speed to about eighteen miles per hour, and keeps it up for over three minutes. By the time she steps off the treadmill, her fit, curvaceous body is glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. "Ahhh, now THAT will get your heart pumping!" she declares happily.

Helena next moves over to the bench and puts even more weight on the barbells. By the time she's done, the upper set holds nearly 6oo pounds of heavy iron, and her lower pair of arms will be lifting just over 500! She slides in underneath, grasps the enormous weights, and lifts them up, holding them aloft for five seconds before slowly allowing her arms to let them drop. You watch, spellbound, as she performs set after set. Aside from a few drops of sweat running down her lovely face and glistening on her svelte, sexy body, she hardly even seems to be exerting herself. Her breathing is deep, regular, and expertly controlled. Your eyes are fixed on her enormous bosom, her firm yet soft breasts squeezing together each time she brings her arms up. Helena catches you staring, and offers you an impish smile. "See anything you like?"

"Oh, yeah," you reply, "mounds and mounds of it!"

After a few moments, she seems satisfied that her upper body strength is sufficient to tackle her opponents tomorrow night. She quickly sits up, then adds even more weight to the barbells. Apparently, she plans on lifting just over a ton! "Uh, Helena, are you sure you aren't overdoing yourself?" you ask, feeling a bit nervous. You know your amazonian scorpion-girl is stronger than any human, but is she overexerting herself? Helena only laughs, grabs the heavily-laden titanium-alloy bars, walks over a few feet from the bench and squats down. Then, majestically, she rises from the ground, lifting the two sets of iron weights high over her head. If your muscle fetish wasn't turned on enough already, it goes into overdrive now; watching every one of Helena's toned, power-packed muscles straining under the enormous load is just too much! You feel your rod become hard as iron as Helena repeats the process fourteen more times, clearly pushing her limits but refusing to tremble, shake, or show any sign of it other than a little more perspiration.

When she finally sets down the barbells, you're there to congratulate her, stepping up behind her and grasping Helena's heavy mounds in your hands. "You are absolutely fantastic," you whisper into her ear. "Nobody else stands a chance against you."

Your sand-colored goddess leans back into your embrace, her tail wrapping around you again. "Thanks," she murrs, her fit young ass pressing back into your crotch. "But you know, in matches like the one tomorrow, all the strength in the world is useless unless you practice your ... technique!" Helena slides one of her larger, clawlike upper hands between you, grasping your shaft through your pants. You groan as she mercilessly strokes your engorged tool. Between Helena's stimulation of your cock and the sight of her superhumanly sexy form, it takes all the control you have not to unload right here!

"I think ... we're going to have to try that practice match ... really soon ...."