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An homage to RobustGoddessArt and a chest worthy of their amazing work.

Chest Machine [AI Assisted Story]

Amelia confidently entered the bustling gym, a vision of strength and power. Her physique, a sculpted masterpiece, drew attention from all corners. Clad in workout attire that both accentuated and struggled to contain her well-defined curves, her tremendous quite larger than watermelon-sized breasts strained against the confines of her sports bra, two impossible to ignore Zeplins hovering in the air a few feet in front of her.

She aimed for the pectoral press machine, eager to embark on a rigorous chest workout.
Approaching the machine, she noticed a fellow gym-goer engrossed in his own exercises, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Politely clearing her throat, Amelia sought to redirect his focus.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to use the chest machine," she announced, hoping to catch the man's attention.
The gym enthusiast looked up, momentarily taken aback by the sight of Amelia's imposing figure. His gaze, however, seemed fixated on something unexpected.
"Oh, you're staring at my braces, aren't you?" Amelia remarked, a hint of amusement in her deep, resonant voice. It dawned on her that his attention wasn't on her impressive physique but rather on the metal contraption adorning her teeth.
The man blushed, caught off guard by her directness. "Uh, no, I wasn't—"
"Gawd, I think everyone is staring at my mouth. I'm so self-conscious about them," she continued, injecting a touch of humor.
The man, now a bit flustered, quickly vacated the pectoral press machine. "Sorry about that. Go ahead and use it," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
Amelia acknowledged his apology with a nod, appreciating the swift resolution. As she settled onto the machine, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Despite her imposing physique, it was her braces that had momentarily stolen the spotlight. Or did they?
Powering through her chest workout, Amelia's self-consciousness waned, replaced by a renewed focus on her fitness goals. Little did she know, her presence in the gym that day had left an indelible impression on her fellow gym-goers.

Description

An homage to RobustGoddessArt and a chest worthy of their amazing work.

Chest Machine [AI Assisted Story]

Amelia confidently entered the bustling gym, a vision of strength and power. Her physique, a sculpted masterpiece, drew attention from all corners. Clad in workout attire that both accentuated and struggled to contain her well-defined curves, her tremendous quite larger than watermelon-sized breasts strained against the confines of her sports bra, two impossible to ignore Zeplins hovering in the air a few feet in front of her.

She aimed for the pectoral press machine, eager to embark on a rigorous chest workout.
Approaching the machine, she noticed a fellow gym-goer engrossed in his own exercises, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Politely clearing her throat, Amelia sought to redirect his focus.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to use the chest machine," she announced, hoping to catch the man's attention.
The gym enthusiast looked up, momentarily taken aback by the sight of Amelia's imposing figure. His gaze, however, seemed fixated on something unexpected.
"Oh, you're staring at my braces, aren't you?" Amelia remarked, a hint of amusement in her deep, resonant voice. It dawned on her that his attention wasn't on her impressive physique but rather on the metal contraption adorning her teeth.
The man blushed, caught off guard by her directness. "Uh, no, I wasn't—"
"Gawd, I think everyone is staring at my mouth. I'm so self-conscious about them," she continued, injecting a touch of humor.
The man, now a bit flustered, quickly vacated the pectoral press machine. "Sorry about that. Go ahead and use it," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
Amelia acknowledged his apology with a nod, appreciating the swift resolution. As she settled onto the machine, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Despite her imposing physique, it was her braces that had momentarily stolen the spotlight. Or did they?
Powering through her chest workout, Amelia's self-consciousness waned, replaced by a renewed focus on her fitness goals. Little did she know, her presence in the gym that day had left an indelible impression on her fellow gym-goers.