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"I think you would look great if you worked out, besides that, its good for everyone to work out at least a little bit every day." You had said to your secretary as you left work on thursday. She had been tossing around ideas about what to do, general small talk, passing comments about how she felt.

"Well, I kinda poked around online already, thanks for confirming what I thought. I think I'll hit the gym tonight! By the way, how heavy are your weights? I just want to know, uh, just as a reference."

"Well, I wouldn't call myself a professional or anything, lets get that straight." you replied. "But Ive been working out for a few years now and I use about 2 plates for bench."

"Oh my! That sounds like an aweful lot. I hope one day I can be that strong... Anyways, have a nice day, Sir!"

And with that, you left for home.

The next day she greeted you at the door as usual, but something seemed different about her.

"Hello Sir! There isn't anything new today, not with the company that is. I hit the gym last night though and, oh my god, I have been missing out!"

She seemed full of energy, more than her usually chipper self. But that wasn't the only thing that was off. Was it her dress? It looked tighter than usual...

"Hey, that's great to hear, you didn't go too hard on yourself I hope?" you say.

"Oh, no not at all! In fact I feel way more energetic now! Last night I felt kinda sluggish, but as soon as I started working out I really started to feel alive." she was practically beaming with positivity. "I had someone show me how to, like, do a bench press properly. Just with the bar though, it was pretty hard at first. By the end of the night I had 15 pounds on each side!" at that she stuck her chest out and put her hands on her hips in a mock power pose, and you could swear there was definition on parts of her arms and upper chest that wasnt there before.

Throughout the day you noticed her lifting things around the office, as if she was just looking to lift anything she could. She moved her desk 3 times just to "reorganize" and had moved the fax machine "because she dropped a pen underneath it". During lunch you noticed she brought enough for two people, but she finished it all in record time. What on earth was happening to that girl...

On sunday you found out what was happening to her.

Sunday night you arrived at the gym at your usual time. You got changed into your workout clothes, got your water bottle filled up, and headed towards the bench to start your routine. On your way there a familiar feminine voice called your name. It was your secretary, or more accurately, your secretary that would need a new wardrobe.

She was wearing tight yoga pants and an equally tight fitting sport bra, an outfit that left very little to the imagination. Her whole body had exploded with muscular definition, an impossible achievement in only a few days. Her shoulders were rounded caps of muscle that supported her now incredibly imposing arms. Huge veins ran down their length and all over the rest of her body, you swore you could see them pulsing ever so slightly, rhythmically like a heartbeat. Her abs were fully displayed slabs of rock hard muscle covered by the thinnest layer of smooth, perfect skin. Her legs, despite being fully covered in the yoga pants, were easily as impressive as, if not more so, than the rest of her body. Veins could clearly be seen displacing the fabric over the rock hard shifting muscles. At a glance you figured she could lift as much as you, maybe a bit less considering she was a girl.

"Hello Sir, fancy seeing you here! Check me out, huh? I know you said not to go too hard on myself, and i've been paying close attention to myself, but I just haven't gotten tired yet! Oooh! Could you spot me? Im about to do bench, have't done it since yesterday and Im going for a big weight increase!" She said while holding onto the 25kg plate with one hand as if it were a trivial weight.

"Uh... Umm, s-sure, yeah. Lead the way." you stammered, still in shock at the sight of your secretary's rippling, muscular physique. As you followed her you spotted the bench she was using. It had to be that bench. The same bench you had been using for the past two years, where you hit one plate, then triumphantly hit two plates. There were already two plates on the rack, with an extra on the floor to one side. Your heart sank a little as a thought crossed your mind, could she really? This quickly?

She placed the 25kg plate down opposite the other on the floor and casually slid under the bar. You took your place at the head of the bench and watched her hands grip the bar, her forearms bunched up menacingly as she did so. She barely made a sound as she lifted the huge weight off the rack, positioned it above her chest, and paused for a second. For that split second you thought she was having second thoughts, she couldnt do it. You hoped to any diety that would listen that she wouldnt press that weight.

Then she re-racked the weight with a huff of exasperation. You let out a sigh of relief, your physical strength was still greater than hers.

"Slap the other plates on." She said.

"What?"

"The weights, put them on the bar, it's not heavy enough."

You were too shocked to do anything but comply. You put the two plates on the bar, took a step back, and could only watch as she shattered your soul without knowing it. It was like watching a machine. The weight went up and down with perfect form every time, again and again and again. She didn't stop at 5 or 10, nor did she stop at 15 or 20. at 30 she asked you to find two more plates. At 50 she told you to put the new plates on the bar. Another 10. Another 20. At 30 she stopped and you began to think about transferring her to the warehouse, at this rate you could get rid of the forklift and half the workers there.

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"I think you would look great if you worked out, besides that, its good for everyone to work out at least a little bit every day." You had said to your secretary as you left work on thursday. She had been tossing around ideas about what to do, general small talk, passing comments about how she felt.

"Well, I kinda poked around online already, thanks for confirming what I thought. I think I'll hit the gym tonight! By the way, how heavy are your weights? I just want to know, uh, just as a reference."

"Well, I wouldn't call myself a professional or anything, lets get that straight." you replied. "But Ive been working out for a few years now and I use about 2 plates for bench."

"Oh my! That sounds like an aweful lot. I hope one day I can be that strong... Anyways, have a nice day, Sir!"

And with that, you left for home.

The next day she greeted you at the door as usual, but something seemed different about her.

"Hello Sir! There isn't anything new today, not with the company that is. I hit the gym last night though and, oh my god, I have been missing out!"

She seemed full of energy, more than her usually chipper self. But that wasn't the only thing that was off. Was it her dress? It looked tighter than usual...

"Hey, that's great to hear, you didn't go too hard on yourself I hope?" you say.

"Oh, no not at all! In fact I feel way more energetic now! Last night I felt kinda sluggish, but as soon as I started working out I really started to feel alive." she was practically beaming with positivity. "I had someone show me how to, like, do a bench press properly. Just with the bar though, it was pretty hard at first. By the end of the night I had 15 pounds on each side!" at that she stuck her chest out and put her hands on her hips in a mock power pose, and you could swear there was definition on parts of her arms and upper chest that wasnt there before.

Throughout the day you noticed her lifting things around the office, as if she was just looking to lift anything she could. She moved her desk 3 times just to "reorganize" and had moved the fax machine "because she dropped a pen underneath it". During lunch you noticed she brought enough for two people, but she finished it all in record time. What on earth was happening to that girl...

On sunday you found out what was happening to her.

Sunday night you arrived at the gym at your usual time. You got changed into your workout clothes, got your water bottle filled up, and headed towards the bench to start your routine. On your way there a familiar feminine voice called your name. It was your secretary, or more accurately, your secretary that would need a new wardrobe.

She was wearing tight yoga pants and an equally tight fitting sport bra, an outfit that left very little to the imagination. Her whole body had exploded with muscular definition, an impossible achievement in only a few days. Her shoulders were rounded caps of muscle that supported her now incredibly imposing arms. Huge veins ran down their length and all over the rest of her body, you swore you could see them pulsing ever so slightly, rhythmically like a heartbeat. Her abs were fully displayed slabs of rock hard muscle covered by the thinnest layer of smooth, perfect skin. Her legs, despite being fully covered in the yoga pants, were easily as impressive as, if not more so, than the rest of her body. Veins could clearly be seen displacing the fabric over the rock hard shifting muscles. At a glance you figured she could lift as much as you, maybe a bit less considering she was a girl.

"Hello Sir, fancy seeing you here! Check me out, huh? I know you said not to go too hard on myself, and i've been paying close attention to myself, but I just haven't gotten tired yet! Oooh! Could you spot me? Im about to do bench, have't done it since yesterday and Im going for a big weight increase!" She said while holding onto the 25kg plate with one hand as if it were a trivial weight.

"Uh... Umm, s-sure, yeah. Lead the way." you stammered, still in shock at the sight of your secretary's rippling, muscular physique. As you followed her you spotted the bench she was using. It had to be that bench. The same bench you had been using for the past two years, where you hit one plate, then triumphantly hit two plates. There were already two plates on the rack, with an extra on the floor to one side. Your heart sank a little as a thought crossed your mind, could she really? This quickly?

She placed the 25kg plate down opposite the other on the floor and casually slid under the bar. You took your place at the head of the bench and watched her hands grip the bar, her forearms bunched up menacingly as she did so. She barely made a sound as she lifted the huge weight off the rack, positioned it above her chest, and paused for a second. For that split second you thought she was having second thoughts, she couldnt do it. You hoped to any diety that would listen that she wouldnt press that weight.

Then she re-racked the weight with a huff of exasperation. You let out a sigh of relief, your physical strength was still greater than hers.

"Slap the other plates on." She said.

"What?"

"The weights, put them on the bar, it's not heavy enough."

You were too shocked to do anything but comply. You put the two plates on the bar, took a step back, and could only watch as she shattered your soul without knowing it. It was like watching a machine. The weight went up and down with perfect form every time, again and again and again. She didn't stop at 5 or 10, nor did she stop at 15 or 20. at 30 she asked you to find two more plates. At 50 she told you to put the new plates on the bar. Another 10. Another 20. At 30 she stopped and you began to think about transferring her to the warehouse, at this rate you could get rid of the forklift and half the workers there.