“You were going to show me how you can bench over 300.”

John was a literature professor and enjoyed Greek mythology the most and hyper fixated upon the amazons in particular as a small child and this evolved into a very strong attraction to muscular women when he reached adulthood, he was always so awkward with his interactions even when he started working out at his gym more and got in better shape than most men his age. He’s in his 30’s unmarried and now believes that the stone and Jenny were his reset button and was going to weave quite a tale.

Parking at her big house John pressed his luck “Good you were going to show me how you bench over 300 pounds and suck my cock.”

Jen gasped and turned pale as her wardrobe revamped into a pair of trainers, temporarily baggy tank top, and athletic leggings. John could only stare in awe before the transformations that were taken place as biceps, triceps, trapezius, pectoral, the muscles in and around surged to life. Again, little reality bending bonuses: some were just natural--her weightlifter's build broadened her shoulders immensely, and her breasts seemed to shrink just a bit before ballooning back outward with scilicone etc.

Jen regained her color and then some when John began to feel a familiar nervousness as Jen was becoming noticeably more muscular.

“S-So, uh, Jen, you work-work out," He paused, swallowing.

"...A lot?" He finished.

Jen smiled, breathing in.

"Well of course," She had just stood up, before her body jolted in front of John.

John’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as the woman had surged up, her breasts bouncing sensually upwards, before the fat behind the implants began quickly receding. The mass distributed into her height as she continued to rise, before her fake breasts burgeoned forwards, creating a deep ridge between them which at one point was just a hair away from drooping into her navel.

"I do a lot of lifts." Jen remarked, voice becoming husky as her neck thickened to contain the swelling of her newly prominent Adam's apple.

Her body inflated, musculature expanding as her biceps swelled, she flexed, what was once thinner arms had gracefully developed into marbled baseballs... Before they became larger, almost melon sized. The formerly baggy athletic wear from the early stages of the transformation was finally filling in from the mass and size that were becoming reality, the tanktop readjusting behind her widening and hardening body. Jen smiled as she almost but barely threatened to flex out of them her clothes , oblivious to the changes happening to her as sinew engulfed her forearms as they bulged, matching the larger biceps that John found himself eyeing lustfully. Not to be forgotten, the shapely shoulders rippled, before thickening before his eyes, mass adding to each of the three muscles as deltoids broadened into boulders.

"30 reps... Each set..." Jen mumbled, her skin darkened to a dark bronze and her voice an octave even deeper than previously as she continued to rise in height to an impressive 6 feet...

Then even higher as she towered over John as before, smiling rather demure despite the overt transformation taking place. Her natural breasts had decreased, bouncing as they shaped into mountainous slabs barely tucked behind generous D cup implants, before they too stuck out in a sexier different way, pert and perky barely casting a shadow almost shelving her now defining abdominals. Jen breathed, just as her six pack had readjusted into competition shape, the muscles cobblestone and etching into her core as the serratus appearing.

Jen’s wardrobe tightened up as she sauntered through her hallway to the weight room her leggings clung to her inflating quads and bulging calves , her pink tanktop clung on for dear mercy seemingly shrinking further as her lats flared. Jenny unconsciously flexed her lats, as they widened and took most of the equipment filled room. Taking it in stride, the fabric of her clothes held taught and contracted against her thickening body as John drank in all of Jen's physique.

As her obliques had cultivated, Jen couldn't help but continue to smirk down at John.

"Like what you see, John? She laughed, before her soft chin rippled and was quickly changed, tugging downward and becoming lantern shape.

Her petite and cute pout had inflamed lightly as her puffy lips became larger, strangely aligning with the chiseled chin that upheld her masculinizing bodybuilder bimbo face. Jen’s mascara and makeup became professionally done , the long blonde locks only remained unchanged as her eyebrows remained soft but became a thicker shape as her skin roughened against years of training, and her cheeks lost their supple fat while the excess mass flowed down into her traps.

"This is all natural," She said, quickly putting her arms into a double biceps as John looked down and saw himself gasping at the leggings that was straining to hold now much bulkier thighs, he gulped incredible she was. Her biceps alone were as big as her own head while each of her thighs were thicker than any man John has ever seen.

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Finishing her transformation she hopped onto the weight bench and proceeded to suck John’s eager cock like a professional procession grunting through her loaded bar deadlift when John came panting he asked…