The one Where the Girls Decides to Work Out
A 'Friends' muscle fantasy.
By A.-Guy Fromnowhere

Phoebe was sitting on the butterfly machine in Monica`s old 
room, an enigmatic smile on her face.  " That felt good " she 
thought.  She was about to get up and walk away, but then stop.  
Curious, she tried another rep, then another, and another.  She 
could feel the muscles in her arms tensing, her chest beginning 
to burn and the blood starting to pump in her body.  " This is 
starting to be fun "  

'What are you doing ?' asked suddenly a voice .

Startled, Phoebe  let the weight drops with a loud clang and 
looked at the doorstep at Monica who was starring at her with a 
quizzical look on her face.  Speechless for a second Phoebe 
quickly answered ;'Just…Just working out.'  Monica entered and 
checked behind the blonde, and then chuckled 

'You call that working out ?  Please !  I can do triple that 
amount , if not more.  Come on, let me show you how it's done.'  
Phoebe looked offuscated but let Monica take her place.  She 
then took the pin and moved it up from the 20 pounds it used to 
be and put it up at 60.  Phoebe knew that Monica was reputed to 
be 'freakishly strong' but nevertheless said :

'You'll never be able to lift that.'

'Lift what ?' asked a third voice.

Both women turned and saw Rachel standing in the doorframe, 
staring at them with a curious look on her face. Phoebe answered 
first ; 

'Monica thinks she can press 60 pounds on this machine while I 
did 20.' 

'Well I used to do it in my shape up and slimming down days .  
Just watch.'

After positioning herself on the machine and taking a large 
breath, she began pumping reps at a regular pace, her face 
showing the slightest of strain.  Monica's arms were visibly 
working and straining, defined lines appearing on her biceps and 
shoulders.  Phoebe's eyes widened  at seeing this show of 
strength while Rachel just stared transfixed with her mouth 
partly open.  After the eighth rep, Moica stopped, and looked at 
her friends with a self-satisfied grin :

'What's the matter ?  Never seen a women pumping iron before ?  
Thats how I finally got this shape you know.  You two could use 
it…

' WOW !  Are you callg me fat ? !' asked Rachel , almost red.

'No but your as weak as a kitten.'

Rachel was bout to reply indignantly but Phoebe spoke first :

' How about teaching me…I mean us how to managed this ?'

Monica was speechless for a moment, but then brightened :

'You mean teaching and coaching you into weightlifting ?…Well, 
if your serious about it and follow my instructions to the 
letter…O. K. !  How about it Rachel ? Are you game or are you 
afraid of not being strong enough ?'

'Why you…Your on girl !  We'll see who can stick it out.'

'Well then I'll prepare everything.  Just meet me tomorrow 
morning at 6 downstairs of the apartment and we'll get started.'

Both Phoebe and Rachel looked at each other in shock while 
Monica left the room without waiting or protests.



The first two weeks were nightmares for both beginners. Monica 
was tireless and merciless with them, teaching and supervising 
their workouts which were more and more strenuous and even 
monitoring their eating habits.  Far from tiring, Monica's 
motivation and energy only seemed to increase as well as her 
strength, probably because of her already impressive physical 
condition,, and both Phoebe and Rachel couldn't help but notice 
the increasing tightness and definition of Monica's muscles.  
Neither of them were noticing any progress (although Monica kept 
insisting they were doing great).  Sure the weights they could 
lift was increasing and their morning runs were getting longer 
and their stamina was greatly improved, but neither hadn't felt 
or seem to look different.  Nevertheless, they stuck to it, not 
only because the fear of Monica's  wrath but there was something 
about the way they felt after each session that was quite 
appealing.  Despite the pain, they're was this  incredible  pump 
that began to manifest itself  after awhile, where the burns 
were replaced by an echo of strength and power that was almost 
sexual.  All three of the girls would never admit it, but they 
all secretly admired the determination and will the others were 
displaying ; and to see all of them working, straining  and 
sweating in an effort for developing their bodies had something 
animalistic and deeply attracting to it.  But by the first 
month, the results became obvious to all in some way or another.

Following yet another exhausting workout, Rachel had asked 
Phoebe to perform one of her regenerative massage and was now 
lying on her belly while Phoebe was working on the cramp muscles 
of her friends' back.  She was just beginning to mass her 
trapezius(which felt different somehow) when Rachel suddenly 
hissed in pain and said :

'Phebes, don't squeeze so hard.'  

Phoebe did a double take, but thought she was just complaining 
for nothing, after all she wasn't squeezing hard and she 
couldn't be that strong…But in retrospect, she began to think 
back about details that when put together to make a delicious 
picture : the various comments she had received lately about her 
figure, her everyday physical tasks that kept getting easier, 
her overall vitality and the recent smugness of her outfits 
especially her sleeves.  While still running her hands on Rachel 
back muscles, she glanced carefully at her forearms, noticing 
for the first time how small but noticeable ridges of muscles 
kept pulsing up and down as she squeezed them.  Could it be that 
her progress had been so gradual that she hadn't been able to 
notice them up until now ?  Phoebe stopped suddenly and put  a  
hand around her right bicep and squeezed experimentally.  She 
felt it harden and rise under her fingers, causing her to inhale 
in surprise.  She then looked down to see Rachel who ha half 
turned and was looking at her quizzically about why she had 
suddenly stopped.  But Phoebe was only starring at Rachel's back 
as her movement had caused the muscles to stand out in bold 
relief .

'N-nothing answered although not very convincingly as she 
resumed  her ministrations.  Now that she was paying attention, 
Rachel's back did felt harder and looked somewhat stronger, 
although in a subtle way, but to the touch, the changes were 
unmistakable.  Her breath quickening, Phoebe asked Rachel  if 
she had noticed any changes in her self, but she merely replied 
with a sleepy negative dismissal.  But then with a sudden 
inspiration, Phoebe nearly dragged Rachel to a nearby full-
length mirror.  

'PHOEBE !  What are you doing ?'

'Just flex your back and arms and look at yourself.'

'What am I looking at exactly ?'

'Just do it pleeease…'

Sighting and without much conviction at first, Rachel did as she 
was asked.  She didn't see anything different except for a 
general tightness all over her body…then she noticed how the 
muscles in her back, shoulders, and arms seemed to shift and 
move visibly under her skin, with lines and small bumps playing 
all over her upper body.  She gasped in realisation and wonder
'Is it really working ?'  She looked at Phoebe.  'Is it really 
paying off ?' 

Phoebe was nodding excitedly : 'I think so !  It happened so 
progressively that I wasn't sure until  now.  Jut look at my 
arms, they've definitely grown stronger !'  She then rolled up 
her sleeves and made a double bicep flex, producing small but 
defined peaks to rise.  Rachel's eyes bugged out :

'Phebes I can't believe it your totally buffed !'

'You too !'