Thinking about the sort of fun he can have at the gym, Jordan headed out the door and made his way toward the seven-foot-tall Helen. “Hey, wait up!” The amazon stopped on her tracks and looked down to see Jordan meet her. “I could go for a workout myself,” said Jordan.
“I can tell,” Helen said. “You are a bit doughy.” She leaned in to poke her shorter friend in the stomach. Jordan did not mind this bit of playfulness from Helen as it gave him another good glance at her rack. “Well, c’mon then.”
Jordan did his best to keep up with the taller girl’s long strides. After a twenty-minute walk, the two arrive at the local fitness gym. Once inside, Jordan watched as Helen, who needed to duck under the entrance’s threshold, made her way toward the weight area. He made note of how many people were currently busy with their respective exercises.
“Can I help you?”
Jordan’s attention was drawn toward the reception area, where he saw a tall, athletic woman with a short under-cut that was dyed blue, and a septum piercing. While not as tall as Helen, she has a few inches on Jordan. She wore a loose-fitting tank top with a sports bra underneath. He could not see her legs from his side of the counter, but he presumed it must be spandex.
“Um, yeah,” started Jordan, nervously. “I was hoping to join my friend over there.”
“Do you have a membership with us?” asked the woman.
Hesitant at first, Jordan remembered his newfound ability. “Err, I don’t need one.”
“Oh,” she said. “Forgive me, sir. Go right ahead.” She smiled at Jordan before returning to her duties behind the counter.
Jordan started to walk toward Helen but decided to use his ability once more. Turning around, he approached the counter and said, “Excuse me, uh…” He found her nametag, which said “Laurie” on it. “Laurie? If you don’t mind me asking, but do your pumpkin-size breasts make working out difficult for you?” Soon as he finished his question, Jordan watched as Laurie’s chest quickly inflated, stretching her bra and filling out her tank top. Laurie unconsciously rested her growing rack on the countertop, their mass pushing some promotional signs away to make room.
“Absolutely.” Laurie did not appear offended by this straight-forward question. “But, that’s why I do what I do. Helps with the back pain.” Her breast growth ended as she arched her back, lifting them off the counter. “As you can see, the benefits outweigh my tits.” She raised and flex her arms, giving Jordan a wink, before placing her breasts on the counter once more. “But I would kill for some better bras. Only my sports bras can handle the load.”
“Wish I can help you out there,” Jordan started before an idea came to him. “Even though you don’t wear bras to begin with.”
Instantly, Laurie’s contained breasts lost their spherical shape as the garment holding them in place vanished. The twin mass of flesh sagged slightly but were no less firm. Her large nipples poked through the material of the top, and more skin became exposed. “This is true,” she said, idly feeling her breasts. “But that’s nothing a few reps can’t solve.” Lifting her breasts once more, only this time through her pectoral muscles, Laurie made them bounce in front of Jordan. “They make for great personal weights, too!”