Amber, a young woman in her early twenties, was in the gym for the first time, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. She had chestnut brown hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. Her heart-shaped face, small nose and delicate features were adorned with almond-shaped brown eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and determination. She was of average height but stick thin and had no real build. Clad in leggings and a t-shirt, she surveyed the rows of weight machines and cardio equipment with a sense of trepidation. Despite feeling out of place among the more experienced and confident patrons, she took a deep breath and made her way to the treadmill, trying to ignore the stares of other gym-goers. Starting with a slow jog, she gradually increased the speed as she got used to the machine. Though self-conscious about her lack of fitness, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the burn in her muscles and the rhythm of her breathing. After a few minutes, her body started to relax into the workout, and she knew that this was something she could do.
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Jason wanted to give the woman on the treadmill a boost. She was by far not ugly, just didn't look like someone who visits the gym regularly. Not finding something better in the generated sentence he changed new to addicted. He was curious a about was she would look like, if she was really addicted to the gym. Jason was blinded by a bright white light as reality started to change. After several seconds, the white light started to fade away. Jason blinked twice as his eyes adjusted to the change in brightness.
His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the female bodybuilder the woman had transformed into. He still recognized some of her characteristic features like her chestnut brown hair or her heart-shaped face. Even her height seemed unchanged. Her leggings were shortened to some hot pants and her t-shirt looked more like a sports bra covering her non-existing boobs. Still, her breasts stood high due to her insanely big pectoral muscles. Speaking of her muscularity, Jason thought, that he never had seen a female with this big muscles. Her biceps were bigger than his legs, her abs deeply carved in her stomach. The woman had thighs like tree trunks. Instead of running on a treadmill, this woman was power-lifting some huge weights.
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Amber has always been a gym rat. But since she started weightlifting several years ago, she had grown like weed. Faster than any other in the gym, Amber got bigger and stronger. She spend several hours a day in the gym. The more she grew, the more she trained. And by now, she was by far the biggest female in the gym, maybe in the whole town. And yet, she loved it. Nothing in her life was more important than training in the gym and growing bigger.
The strong woman was about to do her final reps when she eyed a spying guy with a mobile phone on the big window. She loved when people are gawking. The gazes were making her confident and let her feel even more powerful. She grinned at the stranger, who was obviously startled and visibly caught.
Amber dropped the weight to the floor and moved to a double biceps pose for the spectator. Working out felt great.