Golds Gym (Futa*)

She had a plan for the day. She did. But…

Walking down the wide halls she was distracted. The distinct clink of lead plates being lifted tickled her ears. Bringing a smile to her face, that’s where ‘Big bro’ went.

And she wanted to test if she got the feeling from any muscle or just his. Bringing a nervous smile to her face.

Stepping inside the sounds of grunting and metal, drum something in her. The receptionist is a professional at working out, by the definition in his exposed arms alone.

“Hey, you are a new face! Looking for a better summer body?”, the man asked Kat.

‘ ‘Better’, wonder what he meant by that. Mousy Kat doesn’t have a body.’, she thought to herself.

“Um yeah, my brother is in here.”, she said kind of sheepishly. Trying to not stare at his arms. And failing. The receptionist also works at the gym because he is a professional horndog.

“Ah, Plus one. Gotcha.” He gives a mischievous grin, flexes his bicep and slowly turns to point you onward. Kat could help but ogle the veiny bicep, starting to feel a bit flush. But luckily her feet started to work. Slowly pulling her away, albeit with a dopey grin on her face, her face turning slightly red.

She found her Bro in the back, getting ready to do a set of deadlifts. She watched him from behind. His quad expanding, then his back and then his arms. Slowly the mass of weight moves up and up. Clearing it and setting it down with a heavy clang. He sets up to take it again, when he sees Kat staring in the mirror.

“Oh hey Sis? Just doing the last of my big pulls. Can't do these at home... Did you want to try it? Take a few weights off of course.”, her brother asked. He was always trying to get her in the gym, but she so rarely showed any interest. It seems this was the time to try to press her.

Shakily, she nods.

He was overjoyed, “Awesome, don’t worry. I’ll spot you.” Quickly he takes off his lifting belt and hands it to her. Making quick work of the extra plates, it looked quite bare now by comparison.

It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of the bar. She took a deep breath as she looked at the bar and its single plates and how daunting it would still be. But she was struck by the Adonis-like silhouette of her brother, shadowing behind her as her spotter.

She thought to herself, ‘I want that. I want what he has.’ However, she did not feel that her wish had twisted the magic inside her.

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