Ch. 9: Preview #1

As Theo and Alice approached the doorway, four lumbering legs swung by, followed by a chest fly machine – the entire ginormous machine, the one Lola had supersized to her own custom specifications.  He lurched to an unsteady halt as four more legs brought up the rear.

“A little farther!  Aaaand here!  Good!  Now down.”

Theo stepped out, stupefied, to find the entire home gym—or, well, much of it—had been brought out to the back porch.  Three huge machines, plus free weights …

“Heyyyyy, look who’s out!”

Theo’s cheeks heated as all four ladies turned their grins and playful jeers on him and Alice.  “Well, well, lovebirds, that didn’t take long.  Just a lil’ quickie, huh?”

“You didn’t make a mess on my couch, did you?”

“Did you use him up, or did ya save anything for Brandi?”

Jen looked like she’d just eaten a lemon.  But the others … How could they--!?

“Yes,” Alice answered, “no, and … mmm, I think he’s still got more left in the tank.”

Theo recoiled.  “Alice!”

She slung her arm around him and fiendishly mashed his cheek into her boob in the process.  “Oh, hush.  You know I’m not wrong.”

“Erfff—But--!”  God, their stares, their amusement—too, too much!

“Odd,” Skylar quipped, “I thought guys were supposed to be more relaxed after they—"

“Stop it!” he belted accidentally, loudly, furiously; about the sharpest rebuke he could’ve possibly made. All it received were a few light chuckles before the conversation moved on.     

“How ‘bout it, Lola?” Skylar challenged.  “Ready to put your money where your mouth is?”

“Any time, kitty cat.  Best of three workouts.  Winner gets the last dose of Buxomizer.”

Oh damn.  Theo didn’t know how to think about that.  But the thought already excited him.

Skylar held out her half-full glass dismissively.  “Someone hold my drink.”

“I think that’s you, sweetie.”  Alice sent him forward.

“What?  I—”

Impatient, Skylar lifted his wrist and secured his hand around the glass.  Lola did the same.  He looked like a young person next to them both.

Ho-o-o fuck–Skylar turned her knuckles outward and cracked them.  He couldn’t comprehend the power coursing through her veins.  “What’s first?” she inquired.  Dear god, don’t look at those arms.

“Guests choose first, when you’re in my backyard.” 

The madwoman Panther quirked her lips.  “Chest fly.  Give you a tiiiiny chance to keep your hopes up.”

Theo watched, confounded, as Skylar moved the pin farther and farther down, to… “Three twenty!?” he squeaked aloud, drawing several laughs.

“Hard for someone your size to even comprehend, isn’t it?” Lola chuckled, her hand rudely grabbing his wrist and raising his arm overhead so she could bend and sip her cocktail.  “Don’t strain your cute little noggin over it.  Alright Skylar, go ahead – this is just your warm-up rep, right?”

Warm up!?  She had to be joking.  Once upon a time, Theo might’ve pulled off 250.  Maybe.

The others watched intently, sure; but none with the same slack-jawed, unable-to-breathe astonishment as Theo – as an absurdity of muscle mass emerged from Skylar’s burly arms.  And somehow, some way, conquered all 270 pounds.

“Chrriiiiist!” he screeched, hopefully drowned out by Nora’s cheer and Lola’s loud harrumph.  Nora clasped Skylar’s hand and hauled her up – and a newer, deeper awe gripped him.  Skylar wasn’t merely huge, or powerful.  She was bordering on superhuman.

“My drink, Mouse.”

It took him several moments to break out of his slack-jawed stare and process her command.  He lifted Skylar’s drink as high as he could as the titaness bent the rest of the way to sip deeply through her straw.  He tried to keep still, his arm starting to tremble pitifully from the mere weight of the glass.  Compare that to what this silver-bikinied wonder had just accomplished.