June & Jerry at Jane's Gym
by Marknew and Steve the Z
 


We had come to the local branch of the new gym because they had sent us a free
one-month membership we could use if we were one of the first fifty couples
who showed up. They also promised a free, state-of-the-art training program
guaranteed to give immediate results. It was supposed to be a "couples
friendly" gym, and their logo was a metallic kiss. A large 3D kiss, just like
the logo, hung on the wall behind the reception desk.

A pretty girl came out to meet us and introduced herself as our trainer. She
wore a leotard with the words "Jane's Gym" stenciled across her fit, but very
feminine chest. She handed us temporary ID cards, an information and safety
sheet and, surprisingly, a yellow pill in a glassine envelope and a Dixie cup
of water.

"What's this?" I said, smiling at her.

"This is the new 100% natural fitness adjuvant the first fifty couples
receive," she said, handing another yellow pill to my girlfriend. "You're very
lucky! You're the forty-ninth couple to show up!"

"Wow, thanks!" I said, as I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed. June
and I went toward the locker rooms. "We'll be right out," I said to the girl.

"Um, Jerry," June said, looking a bit suspiciously at the pill, "Are you sure
they're not giving us steroids. I don't want to come out of here speaking in
deep voice and looking like an acne'd muscle freak"

"Don't get all worried. She said it's all natural, and anyway, it's just one
pill. What could one little pill do?" I said, slightly annoyed. June frowned.
I could feel one of our usual arguments coming. She always claimed I didn't
take her opinions seriously enough.

A few minutes later we were standing next to the free weights. I had changed
into my muscle-t and gym shorts and June had donned the complimentary stretchy
pale blue leotards the gym had given her, also with the words "Jane's Gym" and
the logo, which fit tightly across the front. I was annoyed that she got new
exercise clothes while I didn't. Then I saw she was still holding the glassine
envelope.

"Junie, if you're not going to take it, then just give it me," I said
insistently and held out my hand.

"Don't rush me!" she said with a pout. "You know I hate pills."

"You're making such a big deal about it. Just decide, either way, so we can
start."

She crinkled her nose. "Well ... just this once," She unscrewed the cap of her
water bottle and took her pill with a gulp of water.

"Do you feel any different, Jerry?" June asked me. She put a hand on my
shoulder to steady herself as she looked over the dumbbells. I shook my head.
"Um, I sort of feel light on my feet. It must be from that pill!" she said
anxiously.

"You can't be feeling a side-effect already," I said. "I feel exactly the same
as before. I'm sure it's all in your head. It's just how you get with pills."

She made a face at me and took her hand away. "I don't know if you're right
... well ... it passed, I guess."

The trainer seemed to have disappeared, so I took a couple of twenty pound
dumbbells off a rack and started to lift them experimentally. June took a ten
pound dumbbell off the rack and, tentatively, started doing curls, trying to
imitate my movements.

I had done about ten reps with each arm and was placing the weights carefully
back on the rack when I glimpsed June's reflection in the large mirror behind
the racks of weights. She was still curling the ten pound dumbbell with her
right arm. I thought it was a trick of the reflection, but her whole arm
seemed bigger. In fact, it seemed to be quite athletically muscled!

Shaking my head, I turned from the mirror to look directly at June, and I
gasped.

"Holy shit! What's happened to your arm!" I said.

"What?" she said. She stopped her curling, looking somewhat dazed. "What about
my arm – Oh!"

She had stopped with the dumbbell raised before her face, and she was staring
at the distinctly larger bicep she now had. "Jerry! What happened? Where did
that – that MUSCLE come from!"

"I – I don't know!" I said. "Nobody develops muscles that quickly!"

"Really? Well, I am, obviously," she said. She seemed a little proud of
herself even though she had no explanation.

I was staring at her muscle in amazement. "June, look! You're just standing
there, just holding the dumbbell, but your bicep is still growing! Wait, do
you think it could be that pill they gave us? But no, that makes no sense. I
took one too, and it's not happening to me!"

June shrugged and transferred the dumbbell to her left hand. She
absentmindedly started to curl it and meanwhile clenched her right fist so she
could flex her muscle. "I dunno. But just look at it, Jerry! It's so big now!
I think it's gotta be as big as yours!"

"No. It's definitely not!" I replied quickly, although I said to myself it was
probably close. Too close. I took back the pair of twenty pound dumbbells and
started to pump them all over again to get my muscles to start growing too.
"Just think! If the pill did THAT for you, just think what it's going to do
for ME!" I said, fervently hoping my words would be true.

I did twenty more reps as quickly as I could. All the lifting was making my
arms tremble, and I even started sweating. Meanwhile June was doing slow, easy
reps with her left arm. I could literally see her slender arm begin bulging
with muscle, her bicep expanding a little more with each curl of the weight,
her forearm getting wider, thicker and more defined too.

"Exercising is a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I feel great! This
dumbellthingee just keeps getting lighter and lighter!" she said, a big smile
on her face. The word ‘slender' would not come to anyone's mind now when they
saw how thickly muscular her arm had become!

I dropped the weights on the mat and wiped my brow as we both turned to the
mirror and flexed our biceps. I had expected, over time, that my arms would be
growing new powerful muscles that would impress the hell out of June, but
instead, the newly minted biceps on June's arms made mine look totally out of
shape.

"Cool!" June said, looking at her reflection. I decided to stop flexing before
she noticed, but it was too late. She had already looked at mine and had made
her comparisons. "Gee, Jerry, I have to admit you're right. Your biceps ARE
still a little bigger than mine, but then, mine are all nice and round and
even-looking. Yours are kind of lumpy and twitchy and even maybe a little
jiggly!" she said, giggling at the last bit. "You know?"

"At least we both agree that mine ARE bigger," I said defensively. "But this
whole thing doesn't make any sense!" I said.

"Mmmm hmmm, I guess. Are you sure you took the pill, baby?" June asked.

"I really did! Didn't you see me?" I said, my voice rising. June shrugged. "So
why is it working on you and not on me?!"

"Beats me," she said, shrugging her shoulders again. Was it the light, or did
her shoulders widen a bit when she shrugged them? I had to see if her muscles
were real, so I reached over and felt her right bicep. "Gosh, June, your bicep
is as hard as a rock!" I said in amazement.

"Is it?" she said, smiling. "That's good, isn't it? Let me feel yours." She
squeezed mine and compressed it embarrassingly easily. "Ohh. Yours isn't,
babe," she said, "even though it's bigger."

"June, of course it's bigger! It SHOULD be bigger. I'm a man!" I insisted. She
frowned and gently brushed my hand from her arm so she could bend down and
pick up the twenty pounders I had dropped. "Hey! What are you doing?" I said,
alarmed about what I feared was about to happen.

"Well, you know how girls can be, illogical, emotional, curious about the
silliest little things," she said, with a bit of an edge. "I know that you're
the man and you're the one with the big, strong muscles, but I just wanna see
what happens, if I lift a little bit more --

"But you don't have to --

She was ignoring me. "Hmm! That's strange. These feel so light! The way you
were sweating and grunting before with ‘em, I thought they'd be a whole lot
heavier! Maybe they're the wrong weight or something. I'll have to see," she
said, putting on a serious face. She lifted one of the dumbbells and her arm
immediately responded, her bicep visibly expanding with at least another inch
of solid muscle! "Ooooh! Will you look at that!"

"June, stop!" I said. "If you keep lifting your muscles will just keep
growing!"

"But wasn't that the plan, babe?" she said, as one arm went down and the other
went up, her biceps growing bigger with each rep. Not only that, her shoulders
were getting wider and rounder too.

She smiled at the look on my face and stopped, letting her arms hang at her
sides, slightly extended. Blue veins ran up her arms and around her biceps,
which had a marked prominence to them even with her arms straight, and then up
and across her shoulders. She wasn't even breathing heavily and her arms were
perfectly still, as if the weights she held were sleigh bells instead of
dumbbells. And the longer she held them out the more her shoulders and triceps
were thickening, matching her biceps. When she was satisfied with the
symmetry, she put the dumbbells back on the rack.

"Aww, don't have a cow, boyfriend!" she said, smirking. "See, I stopped!
Happy?" She turned to the mirror and looked at our reflections as she flexed
her arms, making me gasp once again. "Seems clear to me! Mine are DEFINITELY
bigger than yours, even though I AM a girl! Ha ha ha! Jealous, honey?"

She put her hands behind the back of her blonde head and made her biceps
bounce. "It's really great to feel strong! Know what I mean, Jerry?"

"I don't – I – I don't know!" I said, my eyes shifting back and forth from one
of June's bulging biceps to the other.

"Of course you don't, I mean, you couldn't really know, right? I mean, how
could you?"

"Hey, wait. That's not what I meant. I ... I'm strong!" I said, somewhat
hesitantly. June raised her eyebrows, and then fixed a hard look at my biceps.
I felt as though they were shrinking under her intense scrutiny. "It's just
... just that you look so different!"

A new reflection appeared in the mirror, the girl who had given us the pills.

"And how are you two doing...." she started to say. "Oh my! I see at least one
of you is doing just fine!"

"Hey, what's the deal here?" I said, exasperated. "Look at her! And look at
me! Those pills aren't working right at all!"

"They seem to be working just fine on her, sir," she said brightly.

"But what about me? We each took a pill!"

"And have you been working out?" she said. I nodded vigorously. "Hard?"

"Yes!" I said, a bit annoyed at all her questions. "Harder than she has!" I
added, pointing at June, who was absentmindedly playing with my twenty
pounders to work on the shape of her still-growing biceps.

"Well, you obviously haven't developed your muscles any more since I last saw
you, sir, so it's clear to me that the pill has had no effect on you! Would
you like another?"

My eyes opened wide. "Oh, yes! Yes, I would! Please!" I pleaded desperately.

"Of course!" she said. "I mean, it's only fair, since it's certainly obvious
looking at you that the first one didn't work," She took one of the pill
envelopes from a pouch at her waist and handed it to me. I ripped open the
package eagerly and dry-swallowed the pill while she watched.

She took a close look at June, then peered surreptitiously around the still
empty gym. "There ARE quite a few extra pills. Do you think I could try one of
these myself?" she said to June. "I've been working out for years, but I'm
nowhere near close to having a body like yours!"

"Why not?" June said. "I think it would look funny if the trainers were weaker
than the members. Don't you?"

"You're so right!" she said, and slipped one into her mouth "Oh, that's
strange! I felt as if I was floating for a second!" she said, laughing
lightly.

"You did?" I said. That was just what June had said. While the girl was
floating, I was getting a sinking feeling.

"Just for a sec," she said, "but then it passed. Didn't you feel anything at
all, sir?"

"Uhm well, maybe..." I said. "I'm not sure,"

"Well, maybe you just didn't notice," she said, losing interest in me. "So,
June, tell me, how did you get such fabulous arms?" the girl asked.

"It was so easy!" she said. "Here! I'll show you!"

June grabbed a couple of fifty pound dumbbells off the rack.

"June! Not those!" I cried out and tried to stop her, but she held them behind
her, away from me. As she held them out, even without lifting them up, her
arms immediately started to grow a bit bigger.

"Whoa!" the girl said, impressed. "You get muscle just like that?"

"Sure! It's so easy. I bet you will too!" June said

"Wow! That'd be fantastic!" the girl said.

"Well, it doesn't always work," I said, cautiously.

"It always works for me!" June said, looking at me. "Why don't you pick up
some fifties too, Jerry!" "You've taken two pills now, and you're a man, so
you ought to be able to use those and catch up twice as fast, right?"

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed two fifty pounders myself while the girl choose a
couple of twenty pound dumbbells.

The fifty pounders were REALLY heavy. I held them at my sides, visibly
struggling while June held hers in the same position as easily as she would
hold her purse. The girl didn't seem to be having any trouble with her twenty
pounders either.

"...what the fu..." I mumbled under my breath, "...is going ON here!"

Valiantly, I summoned all my strength and willpower and started to work on
some curls. My arms were shaking even with the first rep; the sweat was
pouring down my red face.

Meanwhile, the two giggling girls curled their dumbbells as easily as if they
were tossing popcorn into their mouths at the movies, and while they exercised
they chatted casually.

"This is SO easy! I can't believe it!" the girl was saying.

"Jerry always made such a big DEAL about working out and being too tired to
help make dinner afterwards! What a faker!"

"Well, men ALWAYS do exaggerate how hard things are!"

"I know! And if you ask them to do anything useful..."

"Don't get me started! Oooh, look! My bicep's already showing!"

"It looks great!"

"Not as good as yours,"

"But you just started! Here, take these," June said, flipping the fifty
pounders ten feet across the room to the girl. They whizzed by me like a Randy
Johnson fastball, but the girl easily snatched them out of the air and started
pumping them just as easily as she had with the lighter weights. "That's the
way!"

"Oh yeah! These are SO much better."

I had reached the point where I could not even raise the same one hundred
pounds even an inch and just watched in frustrated amazement as these two
formerly skinny women gained more muscle mass in their arms in minutes than I
had in my entire body! Finally I could not even hold onto the weights and they
fell from my lifeless fingers with a loud clang.

The girls stopped lifting and were pointing at my arms and comparing them to
theirs. It was getting so embarrassing! Then they started whispering to each
other, giggling and casting sidelong glances at me, as if they had some kind
of plan.

June came over and grabbed my waist. Wh-What are you ---" I began as she
pushed me toward the mirror. I was trying to stay where I was but could not
counter her incredible strength. Even worse, I could see that the more I
resisted, the more my resistance was making her muscles grow.

"You'll see," June sang out in a teasing voice.

I decided I had to give in so I just stood there. Meanwhile, the girl, who was
directly behind me holding the weights straight at her sides, started doing
shrugs. Soon, her shoulders began to peek out from either side of me.

"N-no!" I said, watching as her broad, muscle-packed shoulders widen way past
the girth of my own. "Stop! It's n-not fair!!" I said, wholly unable to stop
myself from whining.

"See!" June squealed happily. "I told you that would happen!"

"This is SO much fun!" the girl said, as her shoulders continued to develop.
Finally, she put the weights down and stood in front of me, right next to
June. They held their arms out in twin double biceps poses and flexed to show
off their huge muscles.

"Jerry wishes he had arms and shoulders like ours, right Jerry?" June teased
me.

"I bet you never imagined your girlfriend could be so much bigger and stronger
than you!" the girl added, placing her fingers on top of June's bicep. "I bet
you have no idea just how much bigger than you she is!" she taunted as she
took a tape measure from her pouch to measure June's bicep. She carefully
wrapped the tape around the largest part of June's muscle. "Oooh! Very nice!"
she said before handing the tape to June, who measured the girl's.

"Now it's your turn to flex for me, honey," June said.

"I don't want to!" I said.

"Jerry! Don't be such a baby! We agreed we'd do this every day after we worked
out, remember?" June said sharply. She wrapped the tape tightly around my arm
and put her dainty hand on my muscle, right next to the tape. Her expression
became stern. "Now, are you going to squeeze your muscle ... or am I?" I
reluctantly raised my right arm and let June measure my fully flexed bicep.

"Tsk tsk. Thirteen and a half inches ... just," she announced. The girl
laughed. "He's not even a fraction of an inch bigger than he was before, the
poor dear!"

"Wh-wh-what's yours?" I blurted, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Mine?" she said innocently. "You want to know MY measurements? Why, my biceps
are twenty two inches around, sweetie. More than twice as big as they were
this morning! Isn't that just so chic?" She flexed her right bicep and
motioned at it with her left hand like a model on a game show.

"Mine are still ONLY eighteen inches," the girl said, "but I still like them,
and I'm not finished yet!" she said with determination.

"You GO girl! You don't know just how strong you can get if you keep working
those muscles hard!"

"But I've been working mine harder than either of you!" I said plaintively.

The two girls stood in front of me with their hands on their hips, their wide
shoulders and arms brimming with powerful muscles, and shook their heads at me
sympathetically.

"It does SEEM like you're trying, sir!" the girl said as June nodded. "I'm
really very sorry the pills have no effect on you," she added. Now June was
just looking at me impassively. Maybe she wasn't sorry! "But I can assure you
the pills are all exactly the same! As you can see they work VERY well on your
girlfriend, and on me too!" she went on. June was smiling now while the girl
flexed her bicep hard to show me, and it was continuing to grow right before
my eyes.

"Just how much longer are these pills going to work?" I asked.

"I was told the length of an ordinary workout," she said. "One, two at the
most, three hours. They sure didn't tell me they would work this fast, or this
much!" she said, flexing her eighteen inch gun for me and smiling. "I guess
there are a few things they don't tell the new employees, or the customers."

"That doesn't seem right," I said.

"Well, I can see why you'd say that, but I'm sure not complaining," she said.

"Me neither," June said. "I never wanted big muscles, at least, not until I
had some, tee hee hee! But I LOVE ‘em. I think these pills are the greatest!"

"Well I don't. I'm not happy at all, and I want to register a complaint!" I
said, feeling very displeased by June's lack of support for my position.

The girl looked annoyed at me. "Hey! You haven't paid for anything, sir. You
get to use the gym for free, so as far as I can see you're no worse off. I
don't see what you have to complain about just ‘cause you're so much smaller
and weaker than your girlfriend now. Men!" She turned around abruptly and went
through a door marked "Employees Only".

"That wasn't nice, Jerry," June said. "You're jealous ‘cause your muscles are
so much SMALLer than hers, and your GIRLfriend's," June said, holding her
mountainous biceps in front of my face and flexing them repeatedly. "I'm sure
you know that jealousy is a VERY unattractive trait."

"I'm NOT jealous!" I answered.

"Oh yes you are!" she said. "You're totally jealous that I've got big
muscles!"

"Just your arms!" I said heatedly, watching them grow even more. "Well, your
arms and your shoulders..."

"You were the one who pushed me to come here. Remember when you said, ‘Junie,
wouldn't you like to have firmer arms and toned muscles?'"

"I know, I know!" I said. "I'm just – confused is all! I didn't expect all
this to happen this way, you know!"

"Well, you never know HOW somebody's gonna react to working out, you know!"
June countered, walking back to the weights rack and looking them over. "You
thought you'd just show off your body and how you know about using the
weights, but I guess I can use them better than you!"

"W-wait! What are you doing now?" I said, rushing over to her. "Haven't you
had enough, uh, development for one day already? Aren't there a bunch of
programs on TV you wanted to watch?"

"Well, I don't know," she said thoughtfully, running her hand across the rows
of free weights stacked in front of her. "Look at all of these. There are so
many possibilities! Some look so light and some look very heavy,"

Was it my imagination or were June's thighs and calves looking more and more
sturdy as she moved down the racks? Her glutes were certainly looking good
under the high cut back of her leotard!

"What's this funny thing?" June asked when I turned back to her. She had
reached the end of the weight racks, standing tall and strong on her solid
looking, shapely legs and was looking at –

"Uhm, that's a bench for, well, I think it's set up for crunches right now," I
said, as I came up beside her. I did a double take. Was she TALLER?

"What's a crunch?"

"Wh-what are what?" I asked, trying to avoid the question.

"Crunches!" she said in exasperation. "What's the matter with you Jerry? You
look dazed!"

"Sorry," I said, "But I think even WALKING is making you stronger now! Look at
your legs June!"

"Oh wow, you're right! No wonder you're all flustered! Hee hee, the effects of
the pill must be increasing! I'm turning into a supergirl just by walking
around!'

"This is unbelievable," I said.

"And you actually look shorter to me," she said nonchalantly. "Now, tell me
how

you work this thing," she commanded, with her hands on her hips and a no
nonsense look on her face.

"Um, well, you lay down on it, put your feet under those pads, your hands
behind your head, and do sit ups, concentrating on working just your stomach
muscles. You can make it harder by tilting it back"

"Sounds simple enough," she said, elevating one end as far as it could go,
nearly eighty degrees, and then sitting on the bench and laying back as she
slid her sneakers under the holders.

Her biceps rolled up into mini-boulders when she planted her hands at the back
of her head. Grinning, June lifted her torso upward. "This is too easy!" she
said. She slipped out and grabbed a couple of sixty pound dumbbells like they
were made of balsa wood and slid her sneakers back in.

She held the weights behind her with her arms outstretched for maximum effect
and did a few more crunches lifting her torso and the weights with ease, her
abs becoming larger and more distinct with each rep as mounds of new muscle
obediently popped up under the spandex over her tummy, her obliques
considerately following suit as they clustered in thick tight knots of sinew
at her sides.

Bounding back to her feet, June looked down at her fabulous abs. "No wonder
they call it a six pack!" she said. "They DO like the tops of beer cans, don't
they!"

"My god!" I said, my hand instinctively moving to my own stomach.

"If you need any bats broken, just swing right here!" June said, laughing as
she mock punched herself in the stomach. "Ow! That hurts!" She blew on her
smarting fingers, once again making her huge bicep swell. "Makes your little
man-tummy look kind of soft, don't it Jerry?"

"Uh – uh...,"

"'Course THIS makes your little arm look kinda puny too, I guess," she said,
placing her left hand on top of her right bicep, which it didn't even began to
cover. "And, oooo! It's just so HARD! Reminds me of a bowling ball sorta! Just
feel it baby!"

I couldn't help myself, and I put my hand on June's bicep. Out of curiosity I
measured my handspan later. It wasn't even seven inches. Which meant my
formerly skinny girlfriend's bicep, which I could have easily almost
encompassed with my whole hand and made her yelp in pain with hardly a
squeeze, was now almost TWICE the size of a softball.

"Go ahead baby!" she said, smiling. "Squeeze as hard as your cute little
muscles can!"

I was getting annoyed with her and wanted to show her up, so I applied as much
pressure as I could. At first I felt a bit of give in her muscle, but the
harder I squeezed the harder it seemed to get. Soon it became so hard it felt
as if I was pushing against solid marble under her soft skin.

"Are you still squeezing?" June said impatiently, "or are you just giving up?
I kinda felt your fingers at first, but by the end I could hardly tell you
were still at it!"

"Yes! I AM!" I said, putting everything into it, but my whole hand was
cramping now and I had no choice but to stop. "I can't do it anymore! It's
like trying to crush a steel ball! This is impossible!"

"I thought that's what would happen. I can feel my other muscles hardening
too, ‘in sympathy'. This is way cool!" June said.

I just stared at her.

"I never thought my arms would be so, so BIG and HARD!!" she said, "And so
strong! I bet I could lift a car up by the back end! Wouldn't that be awesome!
I'll never wear sleeves again, unless I want to see guys react when they're
stretched tight around my, what did that girl call them? My big guns! Ha ha
ha!"

"Your new muscles are going to your head!" I said.

"Yeah maybe they are," she said. "Imagine if they did! What if I'd need to do
is think hard about something and I'd get smarter. Ha ha. But I don't think
that's happening. I don't care! I like my muscles! A lot! And I want more!"

"M-more?" I said. "Are you kidding, June?"

"Nope! In fact, I was thinkin' ‘bout what you said about my legs! How can I
make them stronger too? And don't give me that look! Just tell me!"

"Oh boy!" I said. "I'm going to regret this!"

"No you won't Jerry! Don't you want me to have killer legs that you can touch
and do other things to, hmm?"

"Well, I guess I can't stop you anyway. Gulp! I think the easiest way to build
up your legs is with squats and calf raises."

"Goody! Sounds like fun! What do I do?"

I showed June how to do squats by putting two fifty pound discs on each side
of a barbell, lifting it above my head and back to my shoulders, and then
doing ten reps while she watched me critically.

"Hmm, seems easy enough!" she said as I set the barbell on the mat, puffing a
little with my exertions.

She bent over and picked the barbell up with one hand. "Kinda light, don't you
think?" she said, raising a brow.

"That's not light. It's a hundred pounds! " I said.

"Heavy for you, maybe, but like I said, kinda light for a girl. Maybe another
couple of hundred? Put them on for me, that's a good boy!"

Shaking my head, I slipped two fifty pounders on each end of the barbell and
tightened the screws.

She bent over and grasped the barbell with her palms up, lifting it to her
waist easily.

"That's a little better," she said, her biceps practically exploding with
muscle. They had grown at least another two inches as she hefted the barbell,
the veins across them as thick as pencils.

"You should have eaten your Wonder Bread when you were a little boy, Jerry!"
she said, laughing. "Then maybe you'd have grown up big and strong like me!"

She hoisted the barbell up and held it above her head. I could see striation
marks under her leotard as her pecs suddenly blossomed.

"So, I just put it across my shoulders like this then," she said, lowering the
bar onto her suddenly even brawnier shoulders, her biceps trying to push her
hands away from the bar as they bulged huge enough to push against her
forearms, her chest thrusting towards me as it too packed on more mass.

"Right, Jerry?" she said, looking up at me.

"R-right!" I stammered.

"So then, I squat down – like this...." Bending her knees, June let herself
down, her thighs promptly becoming more substantial, rounder and definitely
stronger. "And then I just stand up!"

She straightened up, immediately stronger, taller and happier. "Oh boy! It's
working! This is fun!"

June did a few more squats, each time making her thighs grow more muscular,
the tear-drop shapes of the muscles larger, firmer and more pronounced every
time she stood back up. And she grew another inch taller each time as well.

"I think this is better than watching TV. What do you think?" she asked,
almost staring me straight in the eyes now. "Hmmm, have I done enough, or
should I do a few more? If we hurried home we'd make it in time for the
Friends marathon tonight. Twelve episodes in a row!" She knew how I hated that
show.

I stared at her long, power-packed legs. Even six hours of Friends would be
better than June getting even bigger and more muscular, I felt, but instead I
blurted out my real fears, saying, "Enough! Enough, already! If you do any
more, you'll be taller than me!" Immediately I regretted it.

"Oh, will I?" she said and did another squat. Now she WAS as tall as me. She
winked and did another, her legs even mightier now and one inch taller than
me! "Gee, Jerry, don't you like girls with long legs?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Hmm," she hmmmed. "In that case, I really shouldn't take the chance that
you'll like other girls with longer legs more than you like me, right?"

"No! I --

"Up and down (squat), and up and down (squat) and just one more (squat) or
maybe two (squat) or three (squat) or more (squat) (squat) (squat) JUST for
you!"

My eyes went up, and up, and up as June, now all six feet, seven inches of
her, towered over me! Just her legs reached almost up to the middle of my
torso!

She carefully put the barbells down, bending over away from me, the striations
in her glutes standing out in sharp relief, the leotard stretched so thin
around her powerful torso it had in all practicality become a thong. Then she
turned around and took a long-legged step so she was standing beside me.

"You're such a cute little boy, Jerry!" she said. "So tiny and so adorable!
Like a little pet!" She started patting me on the head.

"Wh-wh-what!" I spluttered.

"Wow! And I feel so, so, I don't know the word for it!" June said, clenching
her fists and making her biceps and pecs swell.

"P-p-pumped?" I said meekly.

"The right letter, yes, but the wrong word," she said. "I was thinking
POWERFUL!" she boomed, looking down at me. My girlfriend had become a giant!

"Look Jerry!" she said, grasping her right wrist with her left hand, she did a
side bicep pose next to my right arm, bending down so our biceps were side by
side. Your little mini-muscle looks kinda embarrassed next to mine, doesn't
it?"

The size difference was incredible. I could hardly believe it was only
yesterday that I had made fun of June's skinny arms when I opened a jar of
peanut butter for her. I doubt my bicep was even a third the size of hers now!

"Come over here, shorty!" she said, putting a hand on my back and giving me a
mild push that nearly knocked me over. She guided me to a small round table
and two chairs. "Let's arm wrestle, baby!"

"Are you kidding!" I said. "You'll kill me!"

"Aww, but I'm a girl, just a sweet, soft, gentle, little girl!" she said,
resting her right elbow on the table. "Come on – NOW!"

Cowed, I sat opposite her and put my arm on the table, my pale, hairy, normal
arm that looked like a straw next to June's smooth, tanned, super-developed
one. We grasped hands and I was amazed that my hand was still so much bigger
then hers.

"Don't you hurt me now Jerry!" she said, giggling. "One – two – three – GO!"

I started to push. June just looked at me, stifling a yawn. I pushed harder,
harder. It was like trying to push a brick wall down, There was absolutely no
give in that arm with the mini-mountain bicep. Even worse, as I pushed I could
see a slight tremor in her forearm. She was still growing. The harder I
pushed, the stronger she was becoming.

"Try both hands baby," June said. "Go ahead and stand up so you can get some
leverage."

"I will!" I said, doing just that and pushing with all my strength, bracing my
feet on the floor. To my dismay, once again her muscles were growing. All my
effort was only making her stronger!

"I used to think you were SO strong Jerry!" June said as she casually pushed
both my hands to the table. "But you're such a little weakling!"

"He sure is!" It was the girl, who was now nearly as big as June and much more
symmetrical. "I've been working some different weights," she explained, "but
now it's time for another kind of training."

"What now?" I asked, aghast.

"A little cardio," she replied, taking June by the hand and walking over to
the treadmills. "Come on, June. It's time to work on endurance!" The two of
them started running at a ten minute mile pace and steadily increased it to 8
minutes, then 6. Their feet were pounding harder and faster against the
rubber.

"June! Be careful."

"It's not going fast enough," she said, pushing the button to speed up more,
until she was now at a 4 minute mile pace. Her voice sounded completely
normal. She wasn't the slightest bit out of breath, but her chest seemed even
larger than before. She turned the treadmill faster, to a 3 minute mile pace.
Of course, she was not running a mile ... yet.

"I have an idea! This gym has a hypobaric chamber. Have you tried it?" She and
June pushed the speed up again, this time to 2.5 minute miles. Now they were
running faster than the record for the 100 meters!

"No. What is it?" June replied, her legs pounding like thunder in my ears.

"It's like training at high altitudes. It makes you tired more quickly because
the air has less oxygen, but that makes your body use the oxygen more
efficiently. With the way the pills are working, just think what it will do
for us!"

"Sounds great!" June said. She wasn't even breathing hard. They stepped off
together and went to the chamber. I followed them inside.

"I set it to 15,000 feet!" the girl said.

"Really?" June took a deep breath. "It DOES feel a little funny. Let's try
it."

They hopped on to the treadmill. "Come on, Jerry. You try too."

I started at a walking pace of 4 miles per hour (a 15 minute mile) and
immediately felt out of breath. Meanwhile, June and the girl had already
increased to a 6 minute mile pace, their long legs flying. There was no way I
could ever keep pace with these two giantesses.

"This is great!" June said. "But it's not hard enough." She boosted the
incline to 5%, and then 10%.

"You're right," the girl said, matching her. "I can go faster. Can you?"

"Of course!" June said. "It's easy!" They were once again at a 4 minute mile
pace, running uphill. Meanwhile I had turned mine off. I climbed down and
leaned against the wall, gasping for breath while they sounded as relaxed as
could be.

"Hey Jerry, as long as you're not doing anything, make this chamber, um, more
hypo, or whatever," June said.

"It only goes to 20,000 feet," the girl said, her feet pounding onto the
tread.

"I guess that'll have to do," June replied.

I didn't have enough air to reply, and perhaps not to think, but I staggered
over to the controls and did as she asked. I heard the WHOOSH of more air
leaving the chamber and started feeling even more light-headed. I turned
slowly back toward June and the other girl. They were running even faster than
before, breathing deeply but steadily and relaxed, their chests expanding more
and more with each breath. My vision was getting blurry. It felt as though
with each breath they took the girls were sucking all the oxygen out of the
air for themselves, leaving nothing for me! My head started spinning, and I
passed out.

When I came to, I was on the floor outside the chamber. I had no idea how much
time had passed until I looked at the clock. It was nearly two o'clock, just
over three hours since we had taken the pills. My head had cleared. In fact, I
was feeling surprisingly good. I stood up, suddenly light on my feet. Across
the gym June and the other girl were deep in conversation but I couldn't hear
what they were saying. At least they weren't working out any more, but they
looked like giants from across the room. I was feeling refreshed, completely
refreshed actually, and felt a yen to start exercising again. I tentatively
reached down and picked up a twenty pounder near my feet. It felt nearly
weightless! I was nearly trembling with excitement, and headed to the weight
rack and picked up a couple of fifties. They felt only slightly heavier. I
began pumping them slowly, then more quickly. My biceps were growing! I
uttered a cry of delight. "June, it's working!" I called out. "Finally!"

I don't know how they could have moved so quickly, but in a flash June and the
girl were next to me, one at each side. They towered over me, naked except for
cloths wrapped around their waists. They were like goddesses. Their bodies
bulged with even more muscle than before, now perfectly distributed, while
their sexy, feminine curves made my eyes goggle, temporarily distracting me
from my lifting.

"He's getting bigger quickly," June said.

"He had two pills. And he's a man," the girl explained.

"I know," June said, smiling, stroking my arm lightly with her fingers.

I started pumping again but after two more reps each girl caught the weight as
I was about to lift again and held it fast and then easily took the dumbbells
from my grasp. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, annoyed.

"You're big enough," June said while she felt my biceps. "And firm enough too,
I think."

She looked at the girl, who felt them too. "I think you're right. Firm, but
definitely not TOO hard."

June then pushed me flat onto the floor with her hands on my shoulders. Even
with the pills kicking in there was no way I could resist her overwhelming
strength. "Hey!" I said, struggling to sit up.

"Look at how his abs are coming in when you do that," the girl said. "It works
his glutes too."

"I like six packs! And tight buns too," June said. "Come on, Jerry, try
harder!" she said, challenging me.

I kept pushing even though I could see holding me down was taking no effort at
all for June. "But I want to work my arms!" I protested.

"Awww, baby wants biceps?" she teased, tracing my rapidly developing six pack
with her finger, moving in circular motions lower and lower down my stomach.

"They always think that's what makes them manly," the girl said, flexing and
admiring her extra-large guns. "But I don't like it when guys have biceps that
are really big. It goes right to their heads."

"I know! They get so full of themselves! There are other things that are much
more important, like being faithful and thoughtful, paying attention to us
when we talk and remembering special days, like birthdays, Valentine's Day,
the day we met, our first movie, our first kiss, the first time we made love,"
June said, leaning toward me. Her fingers were now right at the edge of the
waistband of my shorts, while her breasts dangled in front of my face.

"He's getting ...." the girl said, looking away slightly.

"I know," June said, touching me excruciatingly lightly through my shorts.
"Very!"

"Stop doing that!" I said, looking up at the girl and then over at June, who
glanced over at the girl and, except for a little twitch of her mouth, ignored
me. This wasn't at all like her. June was usually somewhat modest and very
private. I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand away. I was able to
make absolutely no progress moving her amazingly strong arm, but just exerting
my muscles against hers was making my muscles grow, so I started using both
arms and poured all my strength into it.

"His arms are getting stronger, June!" the girl warned.

"I know," she responded, pushing her fingers harder against my nearly erect
member, "but compared to us he's still really weak."

The girl nodded. "And it's slowing down already. It won't be long," she said
glancing at the bulge in my shorts.

"Oh, not at all!" June agreed.

"What do you think you're doing?" I said, more urgently. I couldn't help but
look at the two girls, their perfect, nearly naked bodies so close to me. My
breathing was becoming more ragged.

"He's getting really close!" the girl said.

"Uh huh!" June said. With her free hand she tore my shorts apart, letting my
member spring free. She was stroking it more quickly. She was an expert, and
she knew my most sensitive areas.

"June! Stop now! I'm going to come!"

"Oh, we KNOW THAT!" the girl said gleefully and licked her lips. "See what's
happening, June? He's not growing at all anymore."

Something in the tone of the girl's voice made alarm bells ring in my head and
momentarily slowed the momentum June was creating, but the girl started doing
a sexy dance with her hips and June's large breasts were swinging in front of
me. They were pushing all of my buttons. The more I tried to hold back, the
stronger the feelings were getting. And then I came, in jets, all over June's
breasts, my jism a slightly yellowish tint. June scooped one mass in her hand
and gulped it down and then took another and offered it to the girl, who
greedily licked June's hand and then her breast clean. I was shocked. This
wasn't like June at all! "What the hell were you doing?" I said as a wave of
heaviness swept through my body, so very different from the normal post-cum
relaxation I normally felt.

June knelt down and gave my retreating member a kiss. "Thanks, my little man,"
she said, addressing it. "Thank you too, sweetie," she added.

"Yes, thanks!" the girl added, without the kiss, as June stood up next to her.

June offered me a hand and pulled me to my feet. "Poor Jerry," she said,
petting my head. I pulled back, annoyed at being ‘done' in this way but also
at having the little time I had for real progress with the yellow pill
interrupted. I made a face at her and knelt down to pick up the fifties to
start lifting again. They felt lighter than they had when we had started at
the gym a few hours ago, but they no longer felt weightless. Not at all. I
frantically started doing my curls but the difference was obvious. My muscles
were already getting tired. Much worse, they weren't growing at all.

"Poor Jerry," the girl said and giggled. She went to the weight rack and
lifted two of the hundred pound plates with her thumb and forefinger as easily
as though she were lifting a Frisbee. She held the edges between two hands and
casually crumpled them into a ball. "It really worked!" She tossed the crushed
metal to June, who caught it, tossed it into the air and then with a clap of
her hands flattened it into a pancake-flat sheet.

I stared at them, open-mouthed. They were crushing steel as easily as if it
were warm butter!

June looked at me, blinked her eyes sexily and puckered her lips, then put the
metal over her mouth and an outline of her lips pressed through it. It looked
just like the gym logo. I shuddered to think her soft lips were so much
stronger than steel now!

"Nice! I'll hold it for you," the girl said. June plucked a single strand of
her long blond hair, held each end between two fingers and proceeded to use it
to slice through the metal around the kiss. She then pushed one end of the
hair through the metal as though she were pushing a piece of thread through
the eye of a needle and tied the improvised pendant around her neck. While I
watched in amazement, the girl pressed her puckered lips through the metal and
handed it back to June, who held it for her while the girl made the same use
of her own hair.

I felt dizzy. Was it possible that my cum had made June and the trainer as
powerful as Superman? But it only got worse! It wasn't only the two of them.
There was a round of applause and I saw that the room was filled with nearly a
hundred women, half of them wearing trainer leotards with the "Jane's Gym"
stencil, the other half clients of various ages. All of them were
spectacularly muscled and wore metallic kisses around their necks. The clients
reached behind them and effortlessly lifted their much smaller and weaker
husbands or boyfriends into the air, while June did the same with me.

"Well done, June!" the manager said. "We've almost completed our plan. The
last 'free' clients will be here in thirty minutes. She's an English teacher,
a 'feminist' English teacher, who is more than fifty pounds overweight and
hasn't worked out for years. He's a gym teacher, the old-fashioned kind, heh
heh, who just can't wait to get her in shape. And our final new trainer from
the gym, an eighteen year old fitness model, is all ready for them. In four
hours, they'll be done!"

There was an excited buzz.

"All over the country, every branch of each of our new gym chains -- Amanda's
Gym, Andrea's Gym, Bekka's Gym, Brandi's Gym, Chloe's, Debbie's, Ekara's,
Emma's, Fiona's, Gudrun's, Hayley's, Ilsa's, Jilly's, June's, Kelly's,
Lisabeth's, Milly's, Nita's, Olga's, Penelope's, Queenie's, Rebecca's,
Stacy's, Tara's, Ursula's, Victoria's, Wendy's, Xerxes's, Yolanda's and
Zelda's -- in every city and every town. We have over 30 chains, each with
hundreds of branches, some with thousands, and each branch will have 100
empowered women to take control and we -- Oh! They're early! Sssssshh!"

A hand covered my mouth with irresistible force and I was carried to another
room, to wait and learn my fate ... and the world's.