Placebo pt. 2

Not long after, Jenni talked me into coming to the gym with her. I was pretty reluctant, but after showing me the ropes, I started to enjoy a good workout. There was also the inducement of seeing Jenni in all her athletic glory.

Pretty soon, Jenni started pushing some really heavy weights. She was about to attempt a new max bench press. 190lbs, an impressive amount for a girl her size.

“Hey. Spot me?” she said with a welcoming smile. Almost unconsciously, she flexed her pecs, sending visible ripples down her chest and causing her firm tits to flex outward slightly. I noticed, how could I not, since she wore only a strappy sports bra for a top.

I blinked. My chin dropped, mouth agape.

“I… uh…” I stammered.

“Come on, I’m hitting a new max. I need you.” Jenni said, adding a bit of a sultry overtone to the last three words.

That jolted me out of my trance and I came right over. Jenni laid down on the bar and grasped it firmly. When I grabbed it loosely, she hoisted it up and over her chest. She sucked in a huge breath as she slowly let the weight fall to her chest. I’m pretty sure she noticed my eyes bugging out of my head as I saw her hard nipples clearly visible in the fabric, and the striations of her chest bulge with the onset of the heavy weight.

Jenni grit her teeth and pressed. Her pecs burned, bunching up in rippling fury. Her hands shook as the bar started to rise. It slowed, and veins rose to prominence on her forehead, showing her strain. Then she looked right at me. She could see how enthralled I was with her muscles. Jenni felt a sudden burst of energy. She pushed harder and the bar rose quickly.

I was ready to help Jenni rack the weight when she breathed a quick, “one more!”

I blinked and nodded. I was amazed by her will to push herself even further. And Jenni felt fully energized. I was enjoying the show, she knew it, and that caused an eruption of horny energy inside her. She brought the weight down again, grit her teeth, and gave a sexy grunt as she powered it up again. Then, to my astonishment, she did it again, pressing a third rep of the heavy weight before racking it with a loud clang.

“Oh yeah!” she gushed, jumping up from the bench. “What a rush!”

I smiled, but at the same time I openly stared at her rippling, muscular chest. Before now, I had tried to steal furtive glances. But now, I couldn’t help but stare. And she let me.

Jenni looked me in the eye and smiled. “Thanks! I’ve never pressed that much before! You must be good luck.”

“I don’t think you need luck,” I said, “you’ve got those supplements!”

Jenni blushed slightly. “I guess so.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well, the trial is ending soon. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep taking the supplements,” Jenni said.

I sighed. “It doesn’t matter, Jenni. You’re great just the way you are, muscles or not.”

Jenni smiled weekly. “Thanks, Steve. But I really like having these!” she said as she flexed thick, striated bicep.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s keep training, and make the most of the time we’ve got.”

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It was two weeks later, and Jenni had made some great gains. She was covered in thick, striated muscles, and looked like a lightweight female bodybuilder. She had to be up to 160lbs on the scale, and all of it hard, trained muscle.

She was beaming at the gym, running around pushing more weight than ever. I enjoyed the show, but I was wondering just what was up. So I asked.

“Just some amazing news,” Jenni said with a huge grin.

“What, they decided to continue the trial? You’re getting more supplements?” I asked, the desire in my voice a little to plain.

“Even better,” Jenni said with a sparkle in her eyes. “I was in the placebo group!”

I blinked. The placebo group? “But Jenni, that means…”

“That means all these gains,” she cried, flexing into a bulging double-bicep pose, “Are all MINE!”

“So you didn’t need the supplements after all?” I asked incredulously.

“Apparently not! The doctors said I was an anomaly. The only member of the placebo group that gained muscle. They said I must just be a natural mesomorph!” Jenni said with a happy grin.

“Jenni, that’s wild!” I said.

“I know,” she said, “I think the trial just got me to push myself harder, you know? Like extra motivation.”

I nodded. “So what’s motivating you now?”

Jenni turned to look at herself in the mirror. “Look at me!”

I looked. She stood there, bulging biceps, thick pectoral plates rippling underneath her tank top, big tear-drop muscles drooping over her knees. It was so sexy!

“You look amazing,” I said.

“I know!” Jenni responded. “I love these muscles. And I want to see how far I can go!”

I nodded, a little embarrassed to say how I really felt.

“You want it too, don’t you, Steve,” she said, eyeing me in a sultry way.

I blinked. “Um...well… yeah, I guess I do!”

“I knew it!” she laughed. “You like these muscles as much as I do! Hey, let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.”

“Um, okay,” I said, and we left the gym and headed to her place.