http://browse.deviantart.com/?order=15&q=fitness deviantART RSS for boost:popular max_age:744h fitness en-us Copyright 2013, deviantART.com Wed, 22 May 2013 11:28:59 PDT deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://st.deviantart.net/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://dart47.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Model-Donnita-2-371198229 http://dart47.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Model-Donnita-2-371198229 Sun, 12 May 2013 06:05:15 PDT Fitness Model: Donnita 2 nonadult photography/people/glamour dart47 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/a/dart47.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~dart47 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/
Black Belt in Karate, Personal Trainer, pleasant and sexy.




Premium Content: Digital Print no watermarks. ]]>
Black Belt in Karate, Personal Trainer, pleasant and sexy.




Premium Content: Digital Print no watermarks.

]]> http://boblupo.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-372432131 http://boblupo.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-372432131 Sat, 18 May 2013 16:22:43 PDT Fitness nonadult anthro/digital/drawings/animals BobLupo http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/o/boblupo.jpg?2 Copyright 2013 ~BobLupo http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ Practice physical exercises. It is good for health, walking, running, biking, and many others, but without exaggeration to do no harm, ok?

Well, let me continue to run with my lady, because I'm a bit out of shape, hehehe! ]]> Practice physical exercises. It is good for health, walking, running, biking, and many others, but without exaggeration to do no harm, ok?

Well, let me continue to run with my lady, because I'm a bit out of shape, hehehe!

]]> http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Muscle-Tricep-Day-370129263 http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Muscle-Tricep-Day-370129263 Mon, 06 May 2013 16:29:09 PDT Fitness Muscle - Tricep Day adult digitalart/photomanip/people LauraJoKover http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/laurajokover.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~LauraJoKover

]]> http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Asian-Fitness-368924841 http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Asian-Fitness-368924841 Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:36:56 PDT Asian Fitness adult digitalart/photomanip/people LauraJoKover http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/laurajokover.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~LauraJoKover

]]> http://nueajaa.deviantart.com/art/Go-to-Fitness-372666873 http://nueajaa.deviantart.com/art/Go-to-Fitness-372666873 Sun, 19 May 2013 18:45:46 PDT Go to Fitness nonadult digitalart/paintings/other nueajaa http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/u/nueajaa.png?13 Copyright 2013 ~nueajaa

]]> http://ronekimew.deviantart.com/art/AT-Fitness-Prince-368466153 http://ronekimew.deviantart.com/art/AT-Fitness-Prince-368466153 Sun, 28 Apr 2013 12:43:23 PDT AT: Fitness Prince nonadult fanart/cartoons/traditional/movies ronekimew http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/r/o/ronekimew.png?8 Copyright 2013 *ronekimew

Name: Fitness Prince
Age: 17
Siblings: none
Birthday: December 19
Likes: working out, being in charge of things, energy drinks, dogs
Dislikes: watching TV, cats, junk food, the rain
Relationship Status: in a relationship with Panty Princess
Fun fact: he works out more than he sleeps

Fitness Prince always tries his best to keep his image as the most fit person in all the land. He sometimes get so worked up in his working out that he forgets what day it is.

Actual picture: maybe for sale ]]>

Name: Fitness Prince
Age: 17
Siblings: none
Birthday: December 19
Likes: working out, being in charge of things, energy drinks, dogs
Dislikes: watching TV, cats, junk food, the rain
Relationship Status: in a relationship with Panty Princess
Fun fact: he works out more than he sleeps

Fitness Prince always tries his best to keep his image as the most fit person in all the land. He sometimes get so worked up in his working out that he forgets what day it is.

Actual picture: maybe for sale

]]> http://xamberleex.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-367179335 http://xamberleex.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-367179335 Mon, 22 Apr 2013 06:15:44 PDT Fitness nonadult photography/people/expressive xAmberLeex http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/x/a/xamberleex.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 *xAmberLeex [link] ]]> [link]

]]> http://dirtysouthcustoms.deviantart.com/art/Paige-Fitness-369017295 http://dirtysouthcustoms.deviantart.com/art/Paige-Fitness-369017295 Wed, 01 May 2013 06:38:56 PDT Paige Fitness nonadult photography/people/other DirtySouthCustoms http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/i/dirtysouthcustoms.jpg?6 Copyright 2013 ~DirtySouthCustoms

]]> http://builtbytallsteve.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Trainer-Does-Porn-On-the-Side-367783541 http://builtbytallsteve.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Trainer-Does-Porn-On-the-Side-367783541 Thu, 25 Apr 2013 10:39:48 PDT Fitness Trainer, Does Porn On the Side nonadult digitalart/photomanip/people builtbytallsteve http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/u/builtbytallsteve.jpg?3 Copyright 2013 ~builtbytallsteve

]]> http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Morph-368940031 http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Morph-368940031 Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:01:35 PDT Fitness Morph adult digitalart/photomanip/people LauraJoKover http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/laurajokover.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~LauraJoKover

]]> http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Muscle-369176089 http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Muscle-369176089 Wed, 01 May 2013 23:14:28 PDT Fitness Muscle nonadult digitalart/photomanip/people LauraJoKover http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/laurajokover.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~LauraJoKover

]]> http://viator-defessus.deviantart.com/art/Tri-Girl-Fitness-20-371372831 http://viator-defessus.deviantart.com/art/Tri-Girl-Fitness-20-371372831 Wed, 15 May 2013 16:05:51 PDT Tri-Girl Fitness 20 nonadult photography/people/emotive Viator-Defessus http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/v/i/viator-defessus.png?1 Copyright 2013 *Viator-Defessus

]]> http://badzka.deviantart.com/art/Sheila-Fitness-370157042 http://badzka.deviantart.com/art/Sheila-Fitness-370157042 Mon, 06 May 2013 18:58:46 PDT Sheila Fitness nonadult photography/journalism/sports Badzka http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/a/badzka.gif?2 Copyright 2013 ~Badzka 2013 ]]> 2013

]]> http://dirtysouthcustoms.deviantart.com/art/Paige-Fitness-369018095 http://dirtysouthcustoms.deviantart.com/art/Paige-Fitness-369018095 Wed, 01 May 2013 06:43:16 PDT Paige Fitness nonadult photography/people/other DirtySouthCustoms http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/i/dirtysouthcustoms.jpg?6 Copyright 2013 ~DirtySouthCustoms

]]> http://jazz-dafunk.deviantart.com/art/Hissy-Fit-372230914 http://jazz-dafunk.deviantart.com/art/Hissy-Fit-372230914 Fri, 17 May 2013 17:28:43 PDT Hissy Fit nonadult fanart/cartoons/traditional/movies Jazz-DaFunk http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/j/a/jazz-dafunk.gif?14 Copyright 2013 *Jazz-DaFunk
I know a lot of you guise really missed my Ren and Stimpy art. So I whipped this up just for you guise. I actually thought this with my dad, who has daily hissy fits like Ren Höek. I actually do have a phone that LITERALLY SUX EGGS, while both my parents have Androids. Luckily, for me, it didn't turn out like this. My dad is going to get my new phone soon, so that's a relief.

Ren belongs to John K. and Jazz belongs to me.

Vanessa "Jazz" Jazmine ]]>
I know a lot of you guise really missed my Ren and Stimpy art. So I whipped this up just for you guise. I actually thought this with my dad, who has daily hissy fits like Ren Höek. I actually do have a phone that LITERALLY SUX EGGS, while both my parents have Androids. Luckily, for me, it didn't turn out like this. My dad is going to get my new phone soon, so that's a relief.

Ren belongs to John K. and Jazz belongs to me.

Vanessa "Jazz" Jazmine

]]> http://nadiavanderdonk.deviantart.com/art/If-it-fits-371277866 http://nadiavanderdonk.deviantart.com/art/If-it-fits-371277866 Sun, 12 May 2013 13:03:25 PDT If it fits.. nonadult photography/nature/domestic NadiavanderDonk http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/a/nadiavanderdonk.jpg?15 Copyright 2013 ~NadiavanderDonk
My cat Uiltje (means Owl) ]]>
My cat Uiltje (means Owl)

]]> http://builtbytallsteve.deviantart.com/art/He-Wants-To-Be-a-Fitness-Model-373089879 http://builtbytallsteve.deviantart.com/art/He-Wants-To-Be-a-Fitness-Model-373089879 Tue, 21 May 2013 21:48:33 PDT He Wants To Be a Fitness Model nonadult digitalart/photomanip/people builtbytallsteve http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/u/builtbytallsteve.jpg?3 Copyright 2013 ~builtbytallsteve

]]> http://lampaji.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-IV-bumpy-rides-anyone-372274289 http://lampaji.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-IV-bumpy-rides-anyone-372274289 Fri, 17 May 2013 21:41:15 PDT Fitness IV - bumpy rides anyone adult photography/people/spontaneous lampaji http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/lampaji.jpg?6 Copyright 2013 ~lampaji

]]> http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Muscle-Babe-370333971 http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Muscle-Babe-370333971 Tue, 07 May 2013 18:12:41 PDT Fitness Muscle Babe adult digitalart/photomanip/fantasy LauraJoKover http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/laurajokover.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~LauraJoKover

]]> http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Babe-369120348 http://laurajokover.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-Babe-369120348 Wed, 01 May 2013 16:59:58 PDT Fitness Babe adult digitalart/photomanip/people LauraJoKover http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/laurajokover.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~LauraJoKover

]]> http://lampaji.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-I-371547552 http://lampaji.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-I-371547552 Mon, 13 May 2013 20:28:35 PDT Fitness I nonadult photography/people/expressive lampaji http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/lampaji.jpg?6 Copyright 2013 ~lampaji

]]> http://ebrummer.deviantart.com/art/Tight-fit-366578966 http://ebrummer.deviantart.com/art/Tight-fit-366578966 Fri, 10 May 2013 18:33:29 PDT Tight fit nonadult photography/people/spontaneous EBrummer http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/b/ebrummer.jpg?3 Copyright 2013 ~EBrummer http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

]]> http://joonsong.deviantart.com/art/Relaxed-Fit-371044574 http://joonsong.deviantart.com/art/Relaxed-Fit-371044574 Sat, 11 May 2013 12:30:05 PDT Relaxed Fit adult digitalart/paintings/people/pinup JoonSong http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/j/o/joonsong.jpg?3 Copyright 2013 *JoonSong

]]> http://kataxenna-kova.deviantart.com/art/Kataxenna-Kova-Fitness-Model-367269207 http://kataxenna-kova.deviantart.com/art/Kataxenna-Kova-Fitness-Model-367269207 Mon, 22 Apr 2013 15:54:54 PDT Kataxenna Kova Fitness Model nonadult photography/people/glamour Kataxenna-Kova http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/a/kataxenna-kova.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~Kataxenna-Kova

]]> http://ort451.deviantart.com/art/Mokou-on-fitness-368557216 http://ort451.deviantart.com/art/Mokou-on-fitness-368557216 Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:45:59 PDT Mokou on fitness nonadult cartoons/digital/comics/strips ORT451 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/r/ort451.png?4 Copyright 2013 ~ORT451 [link]

Mokou belongs to ZUN
Walfas belongs to KirbyM
Adult Swim belongs to both Cartoon Network and Williams Street (I'm still unsure) ]]> [link]

Mokou belongs to ZUN
Walfas belongs to KirbyM
Adult Swim belongs to both Cartoon Network and Williams Street (I'm still unsure)

]]> http://viator-defessus.deviantart.com/art/Tir-Girl-Fitness-16-371367916 http://viator-defessus.deviantart.com/art/Tir-Girl-Fitness-16-371367916 Thu, 16 May 2013 14:47:08 PDT Tir-Girl Fitness 16 nonadult photography/people/emotive Viator-Defessus http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/v/i/viator-defessus.png?1 Copyright 2013 *Viator-Defessus

]]> http://amel1995.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-370792273 http://amel1995.deviantart.com/art/Fitness-370792273 Fri, 10 May 2013 07:38:32 PDT Fitness nonadult photography/misc amel1995 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/m/amel1995.jpg?5 Copyright 2013 ~amel1995

]]> http://butlova.deviantart.com/art/WiP-Elastigirl-Still-Fits-her-Old-Suit-368912000 http://butlova.deviantart.com/art/WiP-Elastigirl-Still-Fits-her-Old-Suit-368912000 Tue, 30 Apr 2013 16:30:40 PDT WiP: Elastigirl Still Fits her Old Suit nonadult fanart/digital/drawings/movies ButLova http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/u/butlova.png?3 Copyright 2013 ~ButLova
So Helen thought she can still fit her old suit. Turns out her child bearing hips is giving her such a wedgie! XD ]]>
So Helen thought she can still fit her old suit. Turns out her child bearing hips is giving her such a wedgie! XD

]]> http://rhinehartd.deviantart.com/art/Jill-Rhodes-Part-2-Chapter-2-370203015 http://rhinehartd.deviantart.com/art/Jill-Rhodes-Part-2-Chapter-2-370203015 Tue, 07 May 2013 02:12:57 PDT Jill Rhodes Part 2 Chapter 2 nonadult traditional/drawings/portraits Rhinehartd http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/r/h/rhinehartd.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~Rhinehartd
It was a warm day, so Jill wore a T-shirt and shorts to school. To most of students she passed by, nothing really seemed different about her. She of course turned a few heads, but that was normal. She was hoping to run into Linton or Adrian to see if they noticed the changes to her physique, minor as they were. She also kept her eye out for Alex.

Right as the sun rose high enough to completely bathe Portsdown High in a deep orange, the sound of a clock chime blasted from the school’s PA system, signaling five minutes till the first class. Jill quickened her pace, maintaining her confident stride in spite of her haste. A blast of cool wind washed over her right as she rounded a corner into the fountain courtyard, where this weird abstract sculpture looking like something out of a digital nightmare spewed cascading water into a square pool below. She climbed the adjacent stairs to the second level, where she meshed with a river of students streaming out of the cafeteria nearby as they headed for class.

Tuesday mornings were spent in the airless borefest that was English 12: American Literature with Mr. G. Fortunately, this was the one class that Jill shared with a few members of her Portsdown gang, namely Rhonda and Tara. Most of the other 22 students were already seated as Jill walked in, taking her seat near the back where Rhonda and Tara sat parallel to one another. Rhonda mouthed a “hey” to Jill as Jill sat down behind her, while Tara, sitting to her right, waved and smiled. “I love your hair!” Tara whispered, pointing at Jill’s shoulder skimming blonde hair which she let hang free for a change.

Jill smiled and tilted her head and whispered back, “I like your top,” nodding at Tara’s fashionable leather jacket and A&F shirt combo.

Tara’s eyes lit up, “I know! I got it the other day, like it was on sale-“

“Alright, I hope you guys had a great extended weekend,” Mr. G’s voice cut through the murmurings in class, “We’re gonna be going over Bartleby the Scrivener, which you were supposed to read for today, did you guys do that?”

There was an awkward silence as Mr. G stared at a no-talking, motionless class. Finally after an agonizing five seconds, a few students nodded their heads and made little sounds and grunts to indicate the affirmative. Jill laughed quietly to herself, doodling shapes into her notebook. She made a brief glance up at Mr. G and found him looking straight at her, with this weird vacant stare. She instinctively pulled out her copy of the short story from her backpack and nodded very slightly at him. She and Tara quickly exchanged knowing looks as Mr. G commenced his lecture. In Jill’s mind, there were three general types of teachers at Portsdown High: the straight-up borefest drone that put the whole class in a coma, the popular, tough as nails teacher that knew how to talk to the students, like Mr. U, and the weak, overly passionate loser that few students paid attention to while most others talked all kinds of smack behind his or her back. Mr. G was in that last category. He seemed like he did nothing but live and breathe literature, though his wedding ring indicated obligations beyond that. Yet, as the lecture went on, Jill couldn’t help but shake her head at his incredulous interpretations.

“And so, by refusing the obligations expected of him, Bartleby is basically saying no to Wall Street, no to capitalism, no to this, this endless cycle of greed and corporate free for alls. So Bartleby, then, is this champion of this 1850s version of “Occupy Wall Street.” And the narrator, all he can do is try and pay Bartleby to leave. I mean, think about it. He’s a man of Wall Street, and his only answer to a man who has been emotionally decimated is to pay him. Think about it. Isn’t this the problem with our current corporate culture?”

Jill rolled her eyes. If anything, Mr. G’s lectures were mildly entertaining for their sheer ludicrousness. She wanted to see Rhonda’s reaction, but she could only stare straight at her back. Tara, wanting to attempt some kind of a discussion, raised her hand. Mr. G nodded at her.

“But the narrator does like, more than just pay Bartleby, right? He visits him in jail and he gets upset when Bartleby has died, so-“

“Y-yes, Tara, but only after he’s allowed the police to take Bartleby away. By that point he may as well have not done nothing, it makes no difference at this point. Yes Jill?”

“I think that Bartleby’s is sort of rebelling against not just Wall Street but like everything, this whole social…uhm…construct of work and money, that’s like so powerful that all he can do to fight it is to just like, die.”

“Yes. Absolutely. Very good!” Mr. G said, his mood seemingly lifted up all of a sudden. As he continued with his lecture, Jill waited for him to look away from her direction, and she and Tara gave each other sneaky looks, with Tara sticking her tongue at Jill. It was a little game the two of them played from time to time.

Class was over at 9.15. As Jill got up along with everyone else to head for the door, Mr. G called her over. Tara and Rhonda looked at each other and then Jill, who said, “I’ll meet you guys outside,” before walking over to Mr. G.

Mr. G waited for the classroom to empty out so that only he and Jill remained. “Good job with participating in class today. Did you like Bartleby?”

Nothing like charming the teacher to get that easy A. Jill put on her best act. “Oh yeah! I loved Bartleby, I mean, I like wish I could cause so much chaos by doing nothing.”

They both laughed. Mr G then reached into his bag and pulled out a book, “That’s great, that’s great. Yeah, it’s one of my favorites from Melville. Now, I don’t want to keep you from your friends, but I wanted to let you borrow this book of mine…” He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick book.

“Ooh…”

“Because I know you’re planning on writing your final paper on The Awakening, right?”

“Mm Hm, yeah!”

“So this book talks about the environment for women of that period, everything from legal expectations, as well as the social expectations people had of women. I think it’ll be really helpful for your research, and it goes into way more detail than anything you’d find on, say, Wikipedia. So I want you to have this, and you can just, you know, get it back to me when you turn in your paper.”

“Cool, thanks! This will definitely help.” Jill said, stuffing the heavy book in her bag. Mr. G smiled and nodded. There was a brief silence between the two. Jill wasn’t sure if she should just leave or not. It seemed like Mr. G wanted to say something else, but was conflicted about it.

“S-so, how was your weekend? Obviously you got all of Bartleby done.”

“Oh, yeah. And I worked out a lot too, you know?”

“Yeah, I mean yeah, you look really, uh, gre…uh- healthy!” Mr. G said, waving his hand, trying to get the right word out, “Well anyway, I guess I will see you Thursday, alright?”

“Alright cool, thanks Mr. G. Have a good one.” She said, turning around and heading for the door.

“And enjoy the book!”

“I will, thanks!” Jill replied. As she neared the door, she could see a reflection of Mr. G behind her in the adjacent window. Instead of packing his bag and leaving himself, he simply sat there, staring at her as she opened the door.

Mr. G waited for the door to slam shut before biting his lip and looking down, despising himself. “You look really healthy?” what the hell, dude? What on earth compelled him to say such a thing to her? He scratched the top of his head, feeling the thinning crown of hair, and was reminded quite starkly of how Jill was one of the most beautiful creatures he had seen in his entire life, destined to be an actress or supermodel of some sort, and how he was an aging ex-hippy doomed to a life at the mercy of a cash-strapped LA Unified School District. He rubbed his wedding ring, staring at the thing like some parasite latched onto his finger, and then started packing his folders and papers into his bag. As he did so, he thought about what compelled him to make such a bold advance at the most beautiful girl on the planet who also happened to be his student. She was far beautiful today than usual, but like an itch he couldn’t find, he could not figure out what it was exactly. The problem with being around anyone on a regular basis is that you eventually establish in your mind what you know of them, and that establishment becomes difficult to change. Still, the girl was so receptive to him, so attentive in class, and so *beautiful*, and *he* was her mentor. Mr. G picked up his bag and made his way out of the classroom.

Jill deposited her backpack in her locker and headed out of the building where her two friends awaited. “What did Mr. G want with you?” Tara asked Jill as they walked towards a bench to hang out between classes.
“Oh he just wanted to me to borrow his book for my final. Omigod he was *so* checking me out during that whole conversation.”
That comment seemed to spark something in Rhonda’s mind. She slowed her pace, causing Jill and Tara to slow down as well.
“Speaking of which, something’s different about you…have you been working out?” Rhonda said, scrutinizing Jill from head to toe, to head again. Jill scoffed.
“Pfft, uh, hello? I work out like every day?” she said playfully. Tara laughed.
“No you bitch, you’re like, like…buff!” Rhonda said.
“Mm hm,” Jill gave her friends a confident smile, “Check this out…”
Jill set down her purse on the bench and hiked up her shirt, revealing her midriff. Tara and Rhonda’s eyes turned into small moons as they let out a collective “Omigod!” What was once Jill’s toned tummy was now a solid six pack of abs.
“And check these out!” Jill said. She then flexed both of her arms, and to Tara and Rhonda’s further astonishment, her biceps bulged quite noticeably, rising up like hidden weapons stored inside her arms.
“Hoooly shit, Jill! I-you-I mean, since when did you start working out like that?!” Tara exclaimed, half excited and half shocked.
“Mm, only for a couple days really,” Jill replied nonchalantly as she continued to flex her guns.
“Are you serious? Are you on steroids or something?” Tara said, the excitement in her voice still ever present.
“No!” Jill said, giggling, “It’s a secret…but I’m not ‘roiding up, don’t worry.” Her eyes met with Rhonda’s, and she noticed that unlike Tara, Rhonda had a somewhat worried look.
“Uh, no Jill, women only gain muscles like that at that speed when they use steroids, because testosterone builds muscle, and women happen to not have a lot of it. Hello? This is like common knowledge?” Tara said. She was certainly smarter than she looked.
Jill simply scoffed at Tara, “Ugh, yes I *know* that, I’m not ‘roiding up okay? I don’t even have a *reason* to be injecting steroids, I’m not doing sports and stuff. I’m telling you, I’m just like genetically gifted alright? There *are* women who can get buff without needing drugs. And besides, steroids don’t even work that fast,” she then turned to Rhonda and flexed her biceps, slower this time, “Whaddaya think, huh?”
Rhonda stared at Jill’s arm as her bicep stretched and bulged. She seemed to struggle with her words for a moment, but after a few seconds of hesitation, the life seemed to creep back into her demeanor, if only slightly. “I mean-it’s amazing. I mean, we should talk about it more later,” she said, looking straight into Jill’s eyes.
“So you just started hitting the weights more recently and bang, muscles?” Tara said.
“Yeah, like pretty much. I mean I only used to do weights for toning, right? But I tried going a little heavier, and yeah, bang, muscles!”
“Dude, Jill, can you *promise* me something? Please? Don’t be an idiot and overdo it and turn into some muscle freak.” Tara said, putting her hand on Jill’s knee.
“Sure, if you promise you’ll let me film a Tara-Linton sex tape!”
Tara screamed and threw her purse at Jill. The trio descended into mindless laughter. Right then, Linton and Adrian appeared behind the girls.
“I thought I heard you guys!” Linton said as the three girls squealed in surprise, “What?!” Linton exclaimed.
“Nothing, nothing!” The three of them said, tapering their laughter down.
Linton chuckled and quickly turned his attention to Tara. “How’s it going, babe?” He said, leaning down to kiss her. As they kissed, Linton eyed Jill for a microsecond, who also happened to be looking at him. She smiled wryly at him and shook her head. “You girls still down for Neo So this Saturday?”
The three girls nodded in agreement. The five of them were frequent patrons of LA’s hottest new nightclub, but this particular Saturday night would be special: DJ Tenlaton, a rising star in the scene, was going to be spinning that night. “You guys…getting all excited about a guy who plays other people’s music,” Adrian quipped.
Linton chuckled and nudged his pal in the sternum, “Dude, you are going, and I don’t wanna see you shouting “Freebird” or some shit like that.”
“Do I? Do I dare?!” Adrian’s voice got all maniacal as he rubbed his hands together.
“I will kick your ass bro, swear to God.”
“What time you guys planning on getting there?” Rhonda asked, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the two men.
“I think it would be a good idea to get there a bit earlier, like ten. I’m just done with being stuck on the fucking freeway on a Saturday night, like that shit just stresses me out, like-” Linton said.
“Babe, hold on, you gotta check this out,” Tara interrupted. She grabbed Jill’s arm tried flex it, but Jill quickly got the idea and did it willingly. Linton was so alarmed that he took a step back.
“Sweet Jesus, how the-? Are you on the juice?” Linton exclaimed.
“No juicing my dear Linty,” Jill said confidently, “Just good genetics, like you!”
“Those are some impressive guns.” Adrian said, seemingly unfazed, “You trying to become a bodybuilder or something?”
“No, I think I’ll stick with fitness model!”
“Just be careful with the ‘roids. Wouldn’t want you getting all square jawed.”
“Adrian!” Tara protested.
“Just saying!”
Linton, who had been doing nothing but scratching his chin in confusion, smacked Adrian on the shoulder. “Dude, we need to get to practice, we got like five minutes.”
“What’s the matter, Linty? Afraid of buff girls?” Jill said coyly. The six feet behemoth that was Linton smirked and began walking away towards the football field with Adrian.
“Nah, just the ones on the juice. I will see you girls later!”
“Bye guys!” The three girls chimed amidst laughter.
As Linton and Adrian drew farther and farther away, Jill could tell by the way they gestured to each other as they spoke that they were talking about her. It was a gratifying feeling.
“Is it just me, or did he actually seem terrified of you?” Rhonda said.
“Aww my poor Lint. Big on the outside, pussycat on the inside.” Tara remarked, gushing over her boyfriend, “Oh! But I need to remind you two, you’re still helping me with the dance, right?” Jill and Rhonda replied in the affirmative. “Great! So, I’ve settled on a more formal sorta vibe since last year’s was more casual, so now we need posters. Can you guys come up with some ideas for those?” Again, they replied in the affirmative. “Awesome!”
The five minute warning sounded across campus, and with that, the girls stood up to disperse to their next classes. Tara said her goodbyes to Jill and Rhonda, who were both headed in the same direction. As their perky friend disappeared round a corner, Rhonda’s mood suddenly changed.
“The V-Fit formula…I’m guessing you took it?”
“Hell yeah! Never felt better. All the other stuff I’m taking seems to pointless now,” Jill said, flexing her bicep once more, “Why, something wrong, Rhon?”
Rhonda hesitated, some kind of battle of wills was going on in her mind, “No, nothing, I mean, just promise me you won’t take anymore doses, okay?”
Jill stopped walking and her expression now became as grim as her friend’s. “Don’t take-? Dude, girl, what’s going on? So it really is steroids? Are you telling me that?”
“No! No, no, it’s not that, I’m just—look, it’s just that it’s a new product, and I’m guessing you’ve read the info that came with it, but I’m just telling you, just lay off on it until it hits the market and more independent studies can be done, okay? I’m not saying you’re in trouble or anything, I’m just saying, like, better to be safe than sorry.”
Jill was slightly more at ease. “I guess.”
“Just promise me, okay?”
“Ookay, I promise, Rhonnie.”
“Thanks. I know I sound weird but, you know…” She lost her words right as they arrived at Rhonda’s next class.
“Yeah…?”
“Uhm, nothing. I mean, you’re my friend so I care, okay? I’ll see you at lunch.” With that, Rhonda opened the door and walked in. Jill remained standing in the hallway, perplexed for a second, and then resumed her journey to class. After retrieving her books from her locker, she decided to make a quick pit stop at the ladies’ room. With minutes to spare before the start of 9.30 classes, the ladies’ was completely empty. Jill set her things down on the counter and washed her hands. As she gripped the knob to turn on the water, she felt a sense of power in her hands, as if she had the strength to easily rip the knob off the counter. She tugged at it, but it did not budge. Jill simply shrugged and bathed her hands in the icy water that came forth. After drying her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror and lifted up her shirt, admiring her abs.
Just then, she heard the sound of a toilet flushing behind her. She quickly pulled her shirt down as she saw Alex emerge from one of the stalls.
“Hey! Nice to see you!” the bitch exclaimed as she walked over to the sink next to Jill.
“Hey back.” Jill said.
“How’s it going? You’re looking great by the way. Have you been working out?”
“I have indeed!” Jill replied as she flexed her bicep for Alex.
“That’s awesome,” Alex said as she washed her hands. Jill was a bit disappointed at Alex’s underwhelming response. “I mean, I go to the gym a lot myself, Genesis Fitness, do you know that place?”
“Yeah, I go there too.”
“Oh, awesome! Yeah, I usually just lift for tone, not to bulk up or anything, but it must be great to discover that you’re an easy gainer, I mean, assuming you’re not on steroids or something, right?”
“No, no steroids, just genetics.” Jill said flatly.
Alex turned to Jill briefly and gave her the most curious look. “Sure,” she said, before turning her attention back to her hands.
The sarcasm in that one word was not lost on Jill, who felt a small bomb explode in her head. She also couldn’t help but notice that Alex was wearing a T-shirt and jeans combo that, despite its simplicity, seemed to accentuate her figure perfectly. I mean *perfectly*, as if the T-shirt and jeans were specially fitted for her. Her shirt accentuated all her svelte curves, and she wore the most perfect matching bracelet that seemed to have the magical properties of enhancing the shape of her incredibly toned arms. Her jeans curved at just the right place, accentuating her butt just nicely without looking too baggy or too tight, and one could see the figure in her legs in spite of the material that covered them.

“I like your shirt and jeans, by the way.” Jill said in a sort of kneejerk reaction.

“Oh, why thanks,” Alex said without turning to face Jill. “I mean, I just got these at the thrift store down where I live, so they’re no big deal, really.”

Thrift store? No big deal? And why didn’t Alex return the compliment by complimenting Jill’s…I don’t know, shirt, shorts, biceps, abs, *anything*! Didn’t this bitch know how things worked down here? Jill was desperate to find some way to make herself feel more adequate in front of Alex, but Alex moved with a purpose as she toweled her hands dry, rubbing every inch of her hand with the paper towel with machine-like efficiency. Alex picked up her bag and strode towards the door, her every movement was so graceful; she must have been a professional dancer to have beauty in such a simple motion. As she opened the door, she turned back to Jill, who was standing by the sink looking awkward as hell.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again; maybe we’ll catch each other at the gym sometime!”

Oh, you will, Jill thought. You will. ]]>
It was a warm day, so Jill wore a T-shirt and shorts to school. To most of students she passed by, nothing really seemed different about her. She of course turned a few heads, but that was normal. She was hoping to run into Linton or Adrian to see if they noticed the changes to her physique, minor as they were. She also kept her eye out for Alex.

Right as the sun rose high enough to completely bathe Portsdown High in a deep orange, the sound of a clock chime blasted from the school’s PA system, signaling five minutes till the first class. Jill quickened her pace, maintaining her confident stride in spite of her haste. A blast of cool wind washed over her right as she rounded a corner into the fountain courtyard, where this weird abstract sculpture looking like something out of a digital nightmare spewed cascading water into a square pool below. She climbed the adjacent stairs to the second level, where she meshed with a river of students streaming out of the cafeteria nearby as they headed for class.

Tuesday mornings were spent in the airless borefest that was English 12: American Literature with Mr. G. Fortunately, this was the one class that Jill shared with a few members of her Portsdown gang, namely Rhonda and Tara. Most of the other 22 students were already seated as Jill walked in, taking her seat near the back where Rhonda and Tara sat parallel to one another. Rhonda mouthed a “hey” to Jill as Jill sat down behind her, while Tara, sitting to her right, waved and smiled. “I love your hair!” Tara whispered, pointing at Jill’s shoulder skimming blonde hair which she let hang free for a change.

Jill smiled and tilted her head and whispered back, “I like your top,” nodding at Tara’s fashionable leather jacket and A&F shirt combo.

Tara’s eyes lit up, “I know! I got it the other day, like it was on sale-“

“Alright, I hope you guys had a great extended weekend,” Mr. G’s voice cut through the murmurings in class, “We’re gonna be going over Bartleby the Scrivener, which you were supposed to read for today, did you guys do that?”

There was an awkward silence as Mr. G stared at a no-talking, motionless class. Finally after an agonizing five seconds, a few students nodded their heads and made little sounds and grunts to indicate the affirmative. Jill laughed quietly to herself, doodling shapes into her notebook. She made a brief glance up at Mr. G and found him looking straight at her, with this weird vacant stare. She instinctively pulled out her copy of the short story from her backpack and nodded very slightly at him. She and Tara quickly exchanged knowing looks as Mr. G commenced his lecture. In Jill’s mind, there were three general types of teachers at Portsdown High: the straight-up borefest drone that put the whole class in a coma, the popular, tough as nails teacher that knew how to talk to the students, like Mr. U, and the weak, overly passionate loser that few students paid attention to while most others talked all kinds of smack behind his or her back. Mr. G was in that last category. He seemed like he did nothing but live and breathe literature, though his wedding ring indicated obligations beyond that. Yet, as the lecture went on, Jill couldn’t help but shake her head at his incredulous interpretations.

“And so, by refusing the obligations expected of him, Bartleby is basically saying no to Wall Street, no to capitalism, no to this, this endless cycle of greed and corporate free for alls. So Bartleby, then, is this champion of this 1850s version of “Occupy Wall Street.” And the narrator, all he can do is try and pay Bartleby to leave. I mean, think about it. He’s a man of Wall Street, and his only answer to a man who has been emotionally decimated is to pay him. Think about it. Isn’t this the problem with our current corporate culture?”

Jill rolled her eyes. If anything, Mr. G’s lectures were mildly entertaining for their sheer ludicrousness. She wanted to see Rhonda’s reaction, but she could only stare straight at her back. Tara, wanting to attempt some kind of a discussion, raised her hand. Mr. G nodded at her.

“But the narrator does like, more than just pay Bartleby, right? He visits him in jail and he gets upset when Bartleby has died, so-“

“Y-yes, Tara, but only after he’s allowed the police to take Bartleby away. By that point he may as well have not done nothing, it makes no difference at this point. Yes Jill?”

“I think that Bartleby’s is sort of rebelling against not just Wall Street but like everything, this whole social…uhm…construct of work and money, that’s like so powerful that all he can do to fight it is to just like, die.”

“Yes. Absolutely. Very good!” Mr. G said, his mood seemingly lifted up all of a sudden. As he continued with his lecture, Jill waited for him to look away from her direction, and she and Tara gave each other sneaky looks, with Tara sticking her tongue at Jill. It was a little game the two of them played from time to time.

Class was over at 9.15. As Jill got up along with everyone else to head for the door, Mr. G called her over. Tara and Rhonda looked at each other and then Jill, who said, “I’ll meet you guys outside,” before walking over to Mr. G.

Mr. G waited for the classroom to empty out so that only he and Jill remained. “Good job with participating in class today. Did you like Bartleby?”

Nothing like charming the teacher to get that easy A. Jill put on her best act. “Oh yeah! I loved Bartleby, I mean, I like wish I could cause so much chaos by doing nothing.”

They both laughed. Mr G then reached into his bag and pulled out a book, “That’s great, that’s great. Yeah, it’s one of my favorites from Melville. Now, I don’t want to keep you from your friends, but I wanted to let you borrow this book of mine…” He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick book.

“Ooh…”

“Because I know you’re planning on writing your final paper on The Awakening, right?”

“Mm Hm, yeah!”

“So this book talks about the environment for women of that period, everything from legal expectations, as well as the social expectations people had of women. I think it’ll be really helpful for your research, and it goes into way more detail than anything you’d find on, say, Wikipedia. So I want you to have this, and you can just, you know, get it back to me when you turn in your paper.”

“Cool, thanks! This will definitely help.” Jill said, stuffing the heavy book in her bag. Mr. G smiled and nodded. There was a brief silence between the two. Jill wasn’t sure if she should just leave or not. It seemed like Mr. G wanted to say something else, but was conflicted about it.

“S-so, how was your weekend? Obviously you got all of Bartleby done.”

“Oh, yeah. And I worked out a lot too, you know?”

“Yeah, I mean yeah, you look really, uh, gre…uh- healthy!” Mr. G said, waving his hand, trying to get the right word out, “Well anyway, I guess I will see you Thursday, alright?”

“Alright cool, thanks Mr. G. Have a good one.” She said, turning around and heading for the door.

“And enjoy the book!”

“I will, thanks!” Jill replied. As she neared the door, she could see a reflection of Mr. G behind her in the adjacent window. Instead of packing his bag and leaving himself, he simply sat there, staring at her as she opened the door.

Mr. G waited for the door to slam shut before biting his lip and looking down, despising himself. “You look really healthy?” what the hell, dude? What on earth compelled him to say such a thing to her? He scratched the top of his head, feeling the thinning crown of hair, and was reminded quite starkly of how Jill was one of the most beautiful creatures he had seen in his entire life, destined to be an actress or supermodel of some sort, and how he was an aging ex-hippy doomed to a life at the mercy of a cash-strapped LA Unified School District. He rubbed his wedding ring, staring at the thing like some parasite latched onto his finger, and then started packing his folders and papers into his bag. As he did so, he thought about what compelled him to make such a bold advance at the most beautiful girl on the planet who also happened to be his student. She was far beautiful today than usual, but like an itch he couldn’t find, he could not figure out what it was exactly. The problem with being around anyone on a regular basis is that you eventually establish in your mind what you know of them, and that establishment becomes difficult to change. Still, the girl was so receptive to him, so attentive in class, and so *beautiful*, and *he* was her mentor. Mr. G picked up his bag and made his way out of the classroom.

Jill deposited her backpack in her locker and headed out of the building where her two friends awaited. “What did Mr. G want with you?” Tara asked Jill as they walked towards a bench to hang out between classes.
“Oh he just wanted to me to borrow his book for my final. Omigod he was *so* checking me out during that whole conversation.”
That comment seemed to spark something in Rhonda’s mind. She slowed her pace, causing Jill and Tara to slow down as well.
“Speaking of which, something’s different about you…have you been working out?” Rhonda said, scrutinizing Jill from head to toe, to head again. Jill scoffed.
“Pfft, uh, hello? I work out like every day?” she said playfully. Tara laughed.
“No you bitch, you’re like, like…buff!” Rhonda said.
“Mm hm,” Jill gave her friends a confident smile, “Check this out…”
Jill set down her purse on the bench and hiked up her shirt, revealing her midriff. Tara and Rhonda’s eyes turned into small moons as they let out a collective “Omigod!” What was once Jill’s toned tummy was now a solid six pack of abs.
“And check these out!” Jill said. She then flexed both of her arms, and to Tara and Rhonda’s further astonishment, her biceps bulged quite noticeably, rising up like hidden weapons stored inside her arms.
“Hoooly shit, Jill! I-you-I mean, since when did you start working out like that?!” Tara exclaimed, half excited and half shocked.
“Mm, only for a couple days really,” Jill replied nonchalantly as she continued to flex her guns.
“Are you serious? Are you on steroids or something?” Tara said, the excitement in her voice still ever present.
“No!” Jill said, giggling, “It’s a secret…but I’m not ‘roiding up, don’t worry.” Her eyes met with Rhonda’s, and she noticed that unlike Tara, Rhonda had a somewhat worried look.
“Uh, no Jill, women only gain muscles like that at that speed when they use steroids, because testosterone builds muscle, and women happen to not have a lot of it. Hello? This is like common knowledge?” Tara said. She was certainly smarter than she looked.
Jill simply scoffed at Tara, “Ugh, yes I *know* that, I’m not ‘roiding up okay? I don’t even have a *reason* to be injecting steroids, I’m not doing sports and stuff. I’m telling you, I’m just like genetically gifted alright? There *are* women who can get buff without needing drugs. And besides, steroids don’t even work that fast,” she then turned to Rhonda and flexed her biceps, slower this time, “Whaddaya think, huh?”
Rhonda stared at Jill’s arm as her bicep stretched and bulged. She seemed to struggle with her words for a moment, but after a few seconds of hesitation, the life seemed to creep back into her demeanor, if only slightly. “I mean-it’s amazing. I mean, we should talk about it more later,” she said, looking straight into Jill’s eyes.
“So you just started hitting the weights more recently and bang, muscles?” Tara said.
“Yeah, like pretty much. I mean I only used to do weights for toning, right? But I tried going a little heavier, and yeah, bang, muscles!”
“Dude, Jill, can you *promise* me something? Please? Don’t be an idiot and overdo it and turn into some muscle freak.” Tara said, putting her hand on Jill’s knee.
“Sure, if you promise you’ll let me film a Tara-Linton sex tape!”
Tara screamed and threw her purse at Jill. The trio descended into mindless laughter. Right then, Linton and Adrian appeared behind the girls.
“I thought I heard you guys!” Linton said as the three girls squealed in surprise, “What?!” Linton exclaimed.
“Nothing, nothing!” The three of them said, tapering their laughter down.
Linton chuckled and quickly turned his attention to Tara. “How’s it going, babe?” He said, leaning down to kiss her. As they kissed, Linton eyed Jill for a microsecond, who also happened to be looking at him. She smiled wryly at him and shook her head. “You girls still down for Neo So this Saturday?”
The three girls nodded in agreement. The five of them were frequent patrons of LA’s hottest new nightclub, but this particular Saturday night would be special: DJ Tenlaton, a rising star in the scene, was going to be spinning that night. “You guys…getting all excited about a guy who plays other people’s music,” Adrian quipped.
Linton chuckled and nudged his pal in the sternum, “Dude, you are going, and I don’t wanna see you shouting “Freebird” or some shit like that.”
“Do I? Do I dare?!” Adrian’s voice got all maniacal as he rubbed his hands together.
“I will kick your ass bro, swear to God.”
“What time you guys planning on getting there?” Rhonda asked, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the two men.
“I think it would be a good idea to get there a bit earlier, like ten. I’m just done with being stuck on the fucking freeway on a Saturday night, like that shit just stresses me out, like-” Linton said.
“Babe, hold on, you gotta check this out,” Tara interrupted. She grabbed Jill’s arm tried flex it, but Jill quickly got the idea and did it willingly. Linton was so alarmed that he took a step back.
“Sweet Jesus, how the-? Are you on the juice?” Linton exclaimed.
“No juicing my dear Linty,” Jill said confidently, “Just good genetics, like you!”
“Those are some impressive guns.” Adrian said, seemingly unfazed, “You trying to become a bodybuilder or something?”
“No, I think I’ll stick with fitness model!”
“Just be careful with the ‘roids. Wouldn’t want you getting all square jawed.”
“Adrian!” Tara protested.
“Just saying!”
Linton, who had been doing nothing but scratching his chin in confusion, smacked Adrian on the shoulder. “Dude, we need to get to practice, we got like five minutes.”
“What’s the matter, Linty? Afraid of buff girls?” Jill said coyly. The six feet behemoth that was Linton smirked and began walking away towards the football field with Adrian.
“Nah, just the ones on the juice. I will see you girls later!”
“Bye guys!” The three girls chimed amidst laughter.
As Linton and Adrian drew farther and farther away, Jill could tell by the way they gestured to each other as they spoke that they were talking about her. It was a gratifying feeling.
“Is it just me, or did he actually seem terrified of you?” Rhonda said.
“Aww my poor Lint. Big on the outside, pussycat on the inside.” Tara remarked, gushing over her boyfriend, “Oh! But I need to remind you two, you’re still helping me with the dance, right?” Jill and Rhonda replied in the affirmative. “Great! So, I’ve settled on a more formal sorta vibe since last year’s was more casual, so now we need posters. Can you guys come up with some ideas for those?” Again, they replied in the affirmative. “Awesome!”
The five minute warning sounded across campus, and with that, the girls stood up to disperse to their next classes. Tara said her goodbyes to Jill and Rhonda, who were both headed in the same direction. As their perky friend disappeared round a corner, Rhonda’s mood suddenly changed.
“The V-Fit formula…I’m guessing you took it?”
“Hell yeah! Never felt better. All the other stuff I’m taking seems to pointless now,” Jill said, flexing her bicep once more, “Why, something wrong, Rhon?”
Rhonda hesitated, some kind of battle of wills was going on in her mind, “No, nothing, I mean, just promise me you won’t take anymore doses, okay?”
Jill stopped walking and her expression now became as grim as her friend’s. “Don’t take-? Dude, girl, what’s going on? So it really is steroids? Are you telling me that?”
“No! No, no, it’s not that, I’m just—look, it’s just that it’s a new product, and I’m guessing you’ve read the info that came with it, but I’m just telling you, just lay off on it until it hits the market and more independent studies can be done, okay? I’m not saying you’re in trouble or anything, I’m just saying, like, better to be safe than sorry.”
Jill was slightly more at ease. “I guess.”
“Just promise me, okay?”
“Ookay, I promise, Rhonnie.”
“Thanks. I know I sound weird but, you know…” She lost her words right as they arrived at Rhonda’s next class.
“Yeah…?”
“Uhm, nothing. I mean, you’re my friend so I care, okay? I’ll see you at lunch.” With that, Rhonda opened the door and walked in. Jill remained standing in the hallway, perplexed for a second, and then resumed her journey to class. After retrieving her books from her locker, she decided to make a quick pit stop at the ladies’ room. With minutes to spare before the start of 9.30 classes, the ladies’ was completely empty. Jill set her things down on the counter and washed her hands. As she gripped the knob to turn on the water, she felt a sense of power in her hands, as if she had the strength to easily rip the knob off the counter. She tugged at it, but it did not budge. Jill simply shrugged and bathed her hands in the icy water that came forth. After drying her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror and lifted up her shirt, admiring her abs.
Just then, she heard the sound of a toilet flushing behind her. She quickly pulled her shirt down as she saw Alex emerge from one of the stalls.
“Hey! Nice to see you!” the bitch exclaimed as she walked over to the sink next to Jill.
“Hey back.” Jill said.
“How’s it going? You’re looking great by the way. Have you been working out?”
“I have indeed!” Jill replied as she flexed her bicep for Alex.
“That’s awesome,” Alex said as she washed her hands. Jill was a bit disappointed at Alex’s underwhelming response. “I mean, I go to the gym a lot myself, Genesis Fitness, do you know that place?”
“Yeah, I go there too.”
“Oh, awesome! Yeah, I usually just lift for tone, not to bulk up or anything, but it must be great to discover that you’re an easy gainer, I mean, assuming you’re not on steroids or something, right?”
“No, no steroids, just genetics.” Jill said flatly.
Alex turned to Jill briefly and gave her the most curious look. “Sure,” she said, before turning her attention back to her hands.
The sarcasm in that one word was not lost on Jill, who felt a small bomb explode in her head. She also couldn’t help but notice that Alex was wearing a T-shirt and jeans combo that, despite its simplicity, seemed to accentuate her figure perfectly. I mean *perfectly*, as if the T-shirt and jeans were specially fitted for her. Her shirt accentuated all her svelte curves, and she wore the most perfect matching bracelet that seemed to have the magical properties of enhancing the shape of her incredibly toned arms. Her jeans curved at just the right place, accentuating her butt just nicely without looking too baggy or too tight, and one could see the figure in her legs in spite of the material that covered them.

“I like your shirt and jeans, by the way.” Jill said in a sort of kneejerk reaction.

“Oh, why thanks,” Alex said without turning to face Jill. “I mean, I just got these at the thrift store down where I live, so they’re no big deal, really.”

Thrift store? No big deal? And why didn’t Alex return the compliment by complimenting Jill’s…I don’t know, shirt, shorts, biceps, abs, *anything*! Didn’t this bitch know how things worked down here? Jill was desperate to find some way to make herself feel more adequate in front of Alex, but Alex moved with a purpose as she toweled her hands dry, rubbing every inch of her hand with the paper towel with machine-like efficiency. Alex picked up her bag and strode towards the door, her every movement was so graceful; she must have been a professional dancer to have beauty in such a simple motion. As she opened the door, she turned back to Jill, who was standing by the sink looking awkward as hell.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again; maybe we’ll catch each other at the gym sometime!”

Oh, you will, Jill thought. You will.

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To inspire me and a few of my friends to get fit!
I'm getting some results actually, my pecs are coming through!
My muscles are here, but they need a bit more to go. Its almost summer time, I need
to hurry and get meh beach body! (66% I'd say.. )
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As she massaged various varieties of facial products onto her already immaculate skin, she turned to her room to glance at the dress she was going to wear tonight. She had it neatly laid out on the small couch next to her bed, an expensive designer dress that her mother bought her on her last birthday. She didn’t quite like it. She remembered feeling like an arrogant little princess trying to show up the Americans when she wore it to last year’s prom. Then her mother threw away her cherished, simpler dresses, and now she didn’t have much of a choice. She rinsed her face and shuffled back into her room, walking outside in careful, measured steps, so as to not wake anyone up. She approached the sliding door to the balcony and slowly opened it. Her body was immediately blanketed in warmth as the sounds of distant traffic and brooms sweeping concrete floors greeted her. The balcony was small, but large enough for one person to move about comfortably.
Stepping outside, she slid the door shut and turned to her easel, which had a large cloth draped over it. Pulling the cloth off revealed a large half-finished painting of an ocean. It was simple in its content, but Kee Yoon had spent an enormous amount of time making sure that each wave and undulation in the water was perfect, with just the right amounts of color and sharpness given democratically to every inch of water. Though Kee worked with a variety of media, her mother refused to allow anything beyond her pencil work to be done inside the apartment. Kee was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of working in plain sight of everyone inside and outside the apartment, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. She gently felt the dried acrylic with the back of her hand, gazing longingly at her depiction of a seemingly endless sea, held back only by the horizon. She turned away from her painting to face the massive apartment building that sat uncomfortably close to her balcony, and sighed in resignation. She leaned over the edge, seeing someone sweeping the ground floor below. In the distance, where the building met the road, she gazed at her favorite bagel shop that her mother would sometimes bring lunch home from.

“Something wrong, babe?” Linton snapped out of the deepness of his thoughts as Tara’s gentle voice pierced the veil. He stirred slightly and remembered where he was: that nice little bagel place she loved so much. She told him last Wednesday that today would be a warm day, so it would be perfect to spend the whole day together before topping it all off with a night at Neo-So.
“Naw, I’m alright. I’m cool.”
“You suuuure?” Tara tilted her head and smiled at him, sipping her coffee at the same time.
“I told you, I’m cool, Jesus,” Linton snapped as he realized he had been sitting with the sun in his face the whole time. He quickly shifted his chair into a shaded spot.
“Sorry,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows and cursed himself inside.
“No, it’s alright babe. I was just thinking about stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Nothing important, really. Let’s just like try and enjoy the day, you know?”
Before Tara could reply, she heard the server call her name behind her.
“I got it,” Linton said as he stood up to get both of their orders. Leaning against the counter, Linton waited as the server plated their egg and ham bagels onto the tray. He turned his head to look at Tara, whose back was facing him. Her skin was a perfect light beige hue and her blonde hair seemed to practically reflect the rays of the sun. She was one of the hottest girls at school, and she was his. It almost felt like cheating, the way she fell for him so easily during their sophomore year. And the best part? She seemed to think he was Portsdown High’s Brad Pitt, and no matter what he did and who he fucked, it was as if some part in her head refused to believe or comprehend any of it. Maybe Tara really had no clue, but it wasn’t a big secret around school. Since they became an item two years ago, Linton had bagged the other hotties in school. There was Michelle, Jennifer T, Audrey, and that smoking hot Egyptian chick Talia. And he was still with Tara, who was, by the way, on track to become prom queen. There was only one girl at Portsdown High that still occupied his target list, and things were starting to get weird with her. A small part of Linton was terrified of what she might look like tonight.
As he carried the tray over to their table, Tara turned and gave Linton the sweetest smile ever. All of a sudden, a pang of guilt hit him like a train. He felt like a little pussy for feeling that way. He wished he could kill those feelings right away and man the fuck up dude, but it didn’t change the fact that that one smile made him feel like crap for everything he’d done behind her back, if only for a few seconds. Linton summoned everything inside of him to squash the emotional pest within him and sat down, placing the tray on the table.
Tara delicately lifted the top half of her bagel and evenly divided the egg and ham filling between the two halves. She then cut each half into segments and ate them one by one. Then she looked up and saw Linton chomping on his bagel like it was a donut, and burst out laughing, much to her boyfriend’s confusion. It was the small things that she loved the most with Linton. The way he seemed oblivious to his unsubtle ways. The way his inner child would creep forth from his manly exterior when faced with her pet cat, Tulip. The bigger things about him weren’t too shabby, either. He did get kind of annoying when he put on his jock face, but Tara knew that it was just him maintaining the right image in front of his football peers. Still, she wasn’t too thrilled that Adrian was tagging along for tonight for that precise reason, but at least she had all of the morning to spend with the real Linton.
They drove down to Manhattan Beach instead of the usual Santa Monica Pier, which Tara had grown bored of. As they walked down the sloping path towards the boardwalk, he bought her an ice cream cookie sandwich at the local creamery. He knew that she was cautious about her weight, but he also knew she was deeply in love with him.
The sun went down over Los Angeles, and as the hour grew late, the 405 and 110 freeways slowly lit up like Christmas trees with only red and white lights, depending on which side you were looking at them from. In the heart of that hive of scum and treachery known as Hollywood, LA’s hottest new nightclub, Neo-So, opened its steel plate doors to the masses. Hundreds of eager night clubbers, all dressed like it was the party of a lifetime, formed a line that snaked all the way down the street and round the corner. Thumping bass pulsed from within the building, clearly audible to all the unbearably excited clubbers outside.
“Oh thank God!” Jill exclaimed as she saw a car pull out of the metered parking spot in front of her. As soon as the car completely vacated the spot, she swiftly slid into it, pulling the best piece of parallel parking, saving her from the outrageous $20 parking lots that punctuated the Sunset strip. Jill stepped out of her car, and almost immediately attracted several stares from other clubbers heading for Neo-So. She felt confident and powerful, having worked her body in the gym every day since Tuesday till today. Dressed in a sexy halter top and skirt, the realization of the changes in her body really hit her as she felt herself surrounded by the sounds of the Los Angeles night life. She walked a short distance towards Neo So, and it didn’t take long for her to recognize Adrian, Tara and Linton standing on the street corner, waiting for her. She waved at them as she crossed the street.
As she got closer, she noted the distinct looks on each of their faces as they saw her approaching. Linton’s was a sort of brooding worry. Tara’s was one of total shock. Adrian’s typical confident look didn’t break. Boy was that guy a tough one to crack.
“Wow, Jill!” Tara exclaimed as her boyfriend looked on, his face seemingly unable to decide if it should looked worried or confident. Maybe it was just that her attire created optical illusions to bring out all the right qualities, but Jill seemed more muscular than when he last ran into her a few days ago. In fact, it was totally unmistakable now: she was buff. As she walked up to Tara, Linton noticed how much broader Jill shoulders were compared to his girlfriend’s. Her abs were also bold and visible in spite of the dimly lit sidewalk they stood on. And Jesus her arms and shoulders were fucking toned. It didn’t make sense. She must have been on the juice. There’s just no way.
“Hi guys! What’s up?” Jill said, her voice still as girlish and feminine as it always was. Okay, so if she wasn’t on the juice, was it really the amazing genetics? The possibilities ran through Linton’s mind so quickly that it nearly stunned him.
“Jill, I mean, wow, you look amazing,” Tara said.
“Thanks girl. Linton, lost for words?”
“Pfft, in your dreams,” he replied, smiling coyly, “Let’s get in line before it gets too long.”
The four of them joined the tail end of the line, which by this point was so far from the club that the music coming from inside was barely audible. Linton sighed, “Shit, getting here early didn’t do shit for us.”
“Say, where’s Rhonda?” Tara asked.
“Oh she had some crap at work she had to do, late night shift.”
“Aw, poor girl,” cooed Tara.
“So what’s going on, Jill?” Adrian interjected, “If you’re not on the ‘roids, there’s got to be something else to it, right? I mean-“
“Ugh, she’s genetically gifted, remember?” Tara scoffed.
“Yeah but-“
“There are a few women who can build muscle like guys, you’re looking at one of them!” Tara said, gesturing to Jill grandiosely. Jill gave a cheesy smile and flexed her bicep.
“Not even guys can build muscle the way you do, Jill. Really, what’s going on?” Adrian said, unfazed, his arms folded. Jill gave him an increasingly hostile glare. His prodding was not welcome.
“Adrian, can you just leave the interrogation for later?” Tara said. Linton, who was looking on silently, couldn’t tell if she was crossing over into being dead serious or not.
“Later? Look at the line, we’re gonna be here forever!” said Adrian.
As if on cue, a tough looking bouncer appeared before the group. He certainly looked the part, being bald, dressed in a black suit, and wearing one of those cool ear pieces with a telephone wire coming out the back.
“What’s up, what’s up you lot,” the bouncer said in a striking English twang, “Is it just the four of you?”
There was a moment of surprise, but Adrian, collected as always, replied “Yes.”
“Come on,” the bouncer said as he gestured for them to abandon the line. Tara turned to Linton and smiled excitedly.
“This is awesome!” she squealed as the four of them streamed past dozens of hapless clubbers who could only look on enviously. Jill was used to being “expressed” into clubs with her friends on the grounds of their sheer good looks; I mean you’re talking about two football hunks and two blonde girls, but this was still the shortest amount of time she’d had to wait to get inside any club, let alone the one that everyone’s been talking about for the past few weeks. Maybe the bouncer liked her muscles.
The music got louder and louder as their express lane to good times got them closer to Neo-So. The club had a minimalist post modern look, and it was clear that someone had put in a lot of money and love into building it. Inside, a complex array of lights bathed Neo-So in artistic, deliberate shades that alternated slowly between harsh primary colors and more muted ones. The whole place looked very artsy and very cyberpunk. Though DJ Tentalon wasn’t due for another hour, the DJ they had on was spinning some mean beats on his turntables, and Tara didn’t waste any time joining the dance floor while dragging Linton along with her. That left Adrian and Jill standing next to each other awkwardly.
“I can’t dance to this crap! I’m getting a drink!” Adrian shouted to Jill over the music.
“I’ll go with you!” Jill replied. The two of them headed for the bar, and as they did so Jill attracted stare after stare from both guys and girls in the club. Of course, she always did attract stares when she went clubbing, but it was obvious that these stares were a different kind. She liked the change, and it made her body feel more powerful. She loved the way her sleeveless turtleneck showed off her bigger arms and shoulders, which she spent most of the past few days working out. A wave of euphoria washed over her and she smiled to herself.
The bar was in a separate room from the dance floor, and was thus a little quieter, although Jill could still feel the pulse of the music in her chest. Adrian got a Red Bull and Vodka, Jill got a Rum and Coke. They found a booth and sat across one another.
“Looks like you’re already getting some attention,” Adrian said, glancing at a booth adjacent to them with two guys and girls, all staring at Jill.
“I quite like it, to be honest,” Jill said. In spite of the complex relationship between her and Adrian, she always did feel that she could be more upfront with him than anyone else. Perhaps it’s the way he made it seem like he already knew everything, and therefore there was no fear that he would respond in a bad way to anything.
“Is that so?” Adrian said, sipping his drink.
“Yeah,” Jill said, pausing to think. The music was helpful in filling the gap where an awkward silence would be in any other situation, “I used to think that having muscles was like a bit gross, but they’re not gross, they’re powerful.”
“Alright, so now you can tell me what your secret is. It isn’t ‘roids, that much is clear to me, otherwise your voice would be an octave lower by now and your jaw line would be getting all angular. So?” Adrian said, leaning closer to Jill. She simply sat back and smiled cunningly at him, holding her drink to her lips.
“I’m a biological miracle, Adrian.”
He laughed and leaned back. Of course she wasn’t going to tell him, “I figured you’d say something like that. Don’t worry, I’ll find out,” He took another gulp of his drink, “You know, Linton’s getting jealous of you.”
“Oh yeah?” Jill said, raising her eyebrow and smiling wryly.
“Jealous, scared shitless, I don’t know which one. He doesn’t want to admit it of course, but I can tell.”
This time it was Jill’s turn to learn towards Adrian, “How do you know? What does he say?”
Adrian took another sip, “I see him in the locker room after practice checking himself out. Admiring his biceps and shit. He never does that. Never. And the look on his face when he’s doing that, it’s like he thinks you’re using voodoo magic or something, draining the muscles from him.”
She laughed triumphantly, “I don’t know if I told you this before, but he was a pretty skinny kid back in sixth grade. But when he started getting all into like football, that’s, you know, when he started…”
“Gotcha.”
“…to build himself into, like, modern Linton.”
“Man. This whole thing sounds kinda tragic when you put it that way!” Adrian said, and they both laughed. In that moment, there was a brief moment of understanding between the two. As their laughter died down, they found themselves gazing into one another’s eyes wordlessly.
“There you guys are!” cried Tara as her and Linton approached the booth. Linton sat next to Adrian and Tara next to Jill, “Ah, I love this place. Love it. Tentalon should be in a few minutes! What’ve you guys been talking about?”
“Current affairs!” Adrian quipped as he eyed Linton.
“Dude, you sound like how my brother talks to my parents,” Linton said, laughing, “Where did you go? Out! What did you eat? Food!”
“The lights here are amazing. Jill, you gotta come dance with me. The lights are too amazing.” Tara said as she grabbed Jill’s wrist and dragged her along towards the dance floor. Jill gave Adrian an “Oh well” sort of look as they rose from their seats, and the two guys followed them out as well.
There was a loud cheer as DJ Tentalon began his set, and the music became noticeably louder and the lights flashed more dramatically, alternating between staccato strobe lights and deep colors that probed the sea of dancers like an army of searchlights standing sentinel around the dance floor. As arpeggiated sequencers looped over and over to an earth-shaking programmed drum beat and blasts of overdriven sawtooth and square synthesizers, Jill and Tara gyrated their bodies wildly in ecstasy while Linton dry humped his girlfriend and Adrian simply bobbed his head, drink in hand. Although Jill was a regular clubber, her new muscles made her feel sexier and assertive on the dance floor, as if the whole place was dancing to her, not the other way around. As the song wore on, she stopped feeling the music. She did not feel enveloped in the beat, because she felt as if every swing of her hips, every thrust of her toned, muscular arms and every bend of her knees was making the music happen. For a brief moment, Jill was certain that the music was feeling her.
The experience was cut short when Tara patted Jill on the arm, snapping her out of her trance. Jill opened her eyes and saw that her friend was sweating like a pig. Her hair had lost its shape as it cling to her face from all the sweat. She signaled that she needed to take a breather and Jill understood. Together with Linton and Adrian, they slowly made their way through the crush of the crowd back to their booth near the bar.
Concealed in one of the few unlit sections of the club, Kee Yoon watched vicariously as Jill and her friends made their way back to the bar and slowly followed them. She was careful not to bump into anyone, as if she were walking in the middle of the wrong side of a freeway. She had a drink in her hand, something she realized would help her blend in, although it was just water.
Kee found a nice, dark spot close to the bar counter and simply watched Jill sitting at the booth, talking excitedly to her friends. She took the occasional sip of her water, a paltry attempt to not appear out of place, but with the way she clutched her arm with her free hand and stood with both legs pressed together, she knew it wasn’t working.
“Need some company?” said a voice to her left. Kee Yoon let out a high pitched yelp and jumped as she turned to face the young man that was now standing next to her, “Whoa, easy there. Ha! I don’t bite,” the man said. Kee Yoon scrutinized him. He looked to be in his late twenties or thirties, and she didn’t like how his shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his chest, “You look a little lonely there. Need some company?”
Kee Yoon quickly shook her head and smiled nervously at the man. She held up her drink at him to try and imply that she was busy enjoying her drink, but she realized a second later how that made no sense.
“Yeah, I know the drinks here are a fuckin’ rip off. Mind if I buy you one?” said the man, leaning uncomfortably close to Kee. She winced as her nose was blasted by the putrid mixture of alcohol and bad breath emanating from his mouth.
Kee took a step back and held her hand up, “Oh no no,” she said meekly.
“Come on, you’re a pretty lady. I love your dress. Lemme get you a drink and we can sit down somewhere,”
Kee Yoon kept backing away and when her back hit the wall, she realized her formerly tactical decision to watch Jill from the darkest, unseen part of the club was now a huge mistake. The man kept approaching her.
“You scared? Cute Asian girl like you, you don’t need to be scared! Come on, I’ll take good care of you.”

Jill grabbed a paper towel from inside her purse and wiped the sweat from her face. Of course, Tara was a total mess compared to her.
“Jesus, you’re like sweating puddles!” Linton remarked as he put his arm around her. Tara smiled as she toweled her face off and kissed him on the cheek.
Amidst the jovial banter, Jill took a sip of her drink and as she peered above the rim of her glass, she saw two figures in a dark corner by the bar. Instinctively, she realized that the body language of both figures wasn’t quite right. She lowered her glass and leaned forward to get a better look. Tara and Linton took note and followed her gaze.
No, it couldn’t be. Was it really that girl again? That weird Korean girl that kept following her around? Jill recognized the scene immediately as the intoxicated man was practically about to pin Kee Yoon to the wall.
“Aw shit, someone’s about to get raped!” Linton guffawed. Tara snapped around and gave her boyfriend an indignant look, “What? We’re in a crowded place, someone’s probably gonna-“
Jill got off her seat and marched towards the scene between the two figures. With her fists clenched she could hear the creepy dude’s ominous words to a petrified Kee Yoon as she got closer and closer to them.
“Look, come on, there’s no need to be scared, I just don’t want you to be lonely ya know?”
“Hey!” Jill shouted. The man turned around. Standing before him was one seriously hot chick dressed to kill. But wait a minute, this girl was fit as hell. She had her fists clenched, which made her arm muscles bulge visibly. The man stared at Jill for a moment, confused by this combination of sheer beauty and muscular strength. He looked back at Kee Yoon, who looked even more terrified of Jill than of him, then looked back at Jill, who was giving him a death stare. Maybe he shouldn’t have had so much to drink. He slowly slinked away from Kee Yoon and without saying another word, walked past Jill out of the bar room, looking confusingly into her stern eyes as he passed by her.
Kee Yoon, still backed into the wall, looked straight into Jill’s eyes for a microsecond before staring at the floor, thoroughly embarrassed. As Kee continued to stare at the floor without moving, Jill looked at her for a moment, and without exchanging words, turned around and walked back to her table.
“Nice going Jill! Awesome!” Tara said as she and Adrian clapped, “Is it just me or have I seen her at school?”
“Yeahp, she goes to school with us,” Jill said as she sat down and finished her drink.
“Well I am proud of you, girl,” Tara said, patting Jill’s bulging shoulder.
“Yeah. That was actually impressive, the way that dude fucked off like that. Looks like those muscles of yours have some practical application,” Adrian said. Jill could tell that he wasn’t being sarcastic for once.
“Pfft, ‘practical application’? Who says that, dude?” said Linton, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened. He gulped down his drink and then gestured for Tara to scoot out of the way, “I gotta hit the john.”
“Me too, actually, I need more paper towels,” Tara said, “And seriously, awesome job, Jill. You rock.”
With Jill and Adrian once again left alone, they bantered for a while before Adrian felt something in his thigh and whipped out his smart phone to check the text message he received. As he typed away, Jill sat back in her seat and smiled to herself. She looked down at her arm and admired the power that coursed within her. She clenched her fist and watched her bicep rise out of her arm, this time far more pronounced and bulging harder than it used to when she first hit the weights last week. Adrian, Linton, Tara, Kee Yoon, the club and everything else in life momentarily seemed to become a distraction as she felt another wave of euphoria wash over her. It was an amazing feeling that she wanted, needed more of. ]]>
As she massaged various varieties of facial products onto her already immaculate skin, she turned to her room to glance at the dress she was going to wear tonight. She had it neatly laid out on the small couch next to her bed, an expensive designer dress that her mother bought her on her last birthday. She didn’t quite like it. She remembered feeling like an arrogant little princess trying to show up the Americans when she wore it to last year’s prom. Then her mother threw away her cherished, simpler dresses, and now she didn’t have much of a choice. She rinsed her face and shuffled back into her room, walking outside in careful, measured steps, so as to not wake anyone up. She approached the sliding door to the balcony and slowly opened it. Her body was immediately blanketed in warmth as the sounds of distant traffic and brooms sweeping concrete floors greeted her. The balcony was small, but large enough for one person to move about comfortably.
Stepping outside, she slid the door shut and turned to her easel, which had a large cloth draped over it. Pulling the cloth off revealed a large half-finished painting of an ocean. It was simple in its content, but Kee Yoon had spent an enormous amount of time making sure that each wave and undulation in the water was perfect, with just the right amounts of color and sharpness given democratically to every inch of water. Though Kee worked with a variety of media, her mother refused to allow anything beyond her pencil work to be done inside the apartment. Kee was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of working in plain sight of everyone inside and outside the apartment, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. She gently felt the dried acrylic with the back of her hand, gazing longingly at her depiction of a seemingly endless sea, held back only by the horizon. She turned away from her painting to face the massive apartment building that sat uncomfortably close to her balcony, and sighed in resignation. She leaned over the edge, seeing someone sweeping the ground floor below. In the distance, where the building met the road, she gazed at her favorite bagel shop that her mother would sometimes bring lunch home from.

“Something wrong, babe?” Linton snapped out of the deepness of his thoughts as Tara’s gentle voice pierced the veil. He stirred slightly and remembered where he was: that nice little bagel place she loved so much. She told him last Wednesday that today would be a warm day, so it would be perfect to spend the whole day together before topping it all off with a night at Neo-So.
“Naw, I’m alright. I’m cool.”
“You suuuure?” Tara tilted her head and smiled at him, sipping her coffee at the same time.
“I told you, I’m cool, Jesus,” Linton snapped as he realized he had been sitting with the sun in his face the whole time. He quickly shifted his chair into a shaded spot.
“Sorry,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows and cursed himself inside.
“No, it’s alright babe. I was just thinking about stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Nothing important, really. Let’s just like try and enjoy the day, you know?”
Before Tara could reply, she heard the server call her name behind her.
“I got it,” Linton said as he stood up to get both of their orders. Leaning against the counter, Linton waited as the server plated their egg and ham bagels onto the tray. He turned his head to look at Tara, whose back was facing him. Her skin was a perfect light beige hue and her blonde hair seemed to practically reflect the rays of the sun. She was one of the hottest girls at school, and she was his. It almost felt like cheating, the way she fell for him so easily during their sophomore year. And the best part? She seemed to think he was Portsdown High’s Brad Pitt, and no matter what he did and who he fucked, it was as if some part in her head refused to believe or comprehend any of it. Maybe Tara really had no clue, but it wasn’t a big secret around school. Since they became an item two years ago, Linton had bagged the other hotties in school. There was Michelle, Jennifer T, Audrey, and that smoking hot Egyptian chick Talia. And he was still with Tara, who was, by the way, on track to become prom queen. There was only one girl at Portsdown High that still occupied his target list, and things were starting to get weird with her. A small part of Linton was terrified of what she might look like tonight.
As he carried the tray over to their table, Tara turned and gave Linton the sweetest smile ever. All of a sudden, a pang of guilt hit him like a train. He felt like a little pussy for feeling that way. He wished he could kill those feelings right away and man the fuck up dude, but it didn’t change the fact that that one smile made him feel like crap for everything he’d done behind her back, if only for a few seconds. Linton summoned everything inside of him to squash the emotional pest within him and sat down, placing the tray on the table.
Tara delicately lifted the top half of her bagel and evenly divided the egg and ham filling between the two halves. She then cut each half into segments and ate them one by one. Then she looked up and saw Linton chomping on his bagel like it was a donut, and burst out laughing, much to her boyfriend’s confusion. It was the small things that she loved the most with Linton. The way he seemed oblivious to his unsubtle ways. The way his inner child would creep forth from his manly exterior when faced with her pet cat, Tulip. The bigger things about him weren’t too shabby, either. He did get kind of annoying when he put on his jock face, but Tara knew that it was just him maintaining the right image in front of his football peers. Still, she wasn’t too thrilled that Adrian was tagging along for tonight for that precise reason, but at least she had all of the morning to spend with the real Linton.
They drove down to Manhattan Beach instead of the usual Santa Monica Pier, which Tara had grown bored of. As they walked down the sloping path towards the boardwalk, he bought her an ice cream cookie sandwich at the local creamery. He knew that she was cautious about her weight, but he also knew she was deeply in love with him.
The sun went down over Los Angeles, and as the hour grew late, the 405 and 110 freeways slowly lit up like Christmas trees with only red and white lights, depending on which side you were looking at them from. In the heart of that hive of scum and treachery known as Hollywood, LA’s hottest new nightclub, Neo-So, opened its steel plate doors to the masses. Hundreds of eager night clubbers, all dressed like it was the party of a lifetime, formed a line that snaked all the way down the street and round the corner. Thumping bass pulsed from within the building, clearly audible to all the unbearably excited clubbers outside.
“Oh thank God!” Jill exclaimed as she saw a car pull out of the metered parking spot in front of her. As soon as the car completely vacated the spot, she swiftly slid into it, pulling the best piece of parallel parking, saving her from the outrageous $20 parking lots that punctuated the Sunset strip. Jill stepped out of her car, and almost immediately attracted several stares from other clubbers heading for Neo-So. She felt confident and powerful, having worked her body in the gym every day since Tuesday till today. Dressed in a sexy halter top and skirt, the realization of the changes in her body really hit her as she felt herself surrounded by the sounds of the Los Angeles night life. She walked a short distance towards Neo So, and it didn’t take long for her to recognize Adrian, Tara and Linton standing on the street corner, waiting for her. She waved at them as she crossed the street.
As she got closer, she noted the distinct looks on each of their faces as they saw her approaching. Linton’s was a sort of brooding worry. Tara’s was one of total shock. Adrian’s typical confident look didn’t break. Boy was that guy a tough one to crack.
“Wow, Jill!” Tara exclaimed as her boyfriend looked on, his face seemingly unable to decide if it should looked worried or confident. Maybe it was just that her attire created optical illusions to bring out all the right qualities, but Jill seemed more muscular than when he last ran into her a few days ago. In fact, it was totally unmistakable now: she was buff. As she walked up to Tara, Linton noticed how much broader Jill shoulders were compared to his girlfriend’s. Her abs were also bold and visible in spite of the dimly lit sidewalk they stood on. And Jesus her arms and shoulders were fucking toned. It didn’t make sense. She must have been on the juice. There’s just no way.
“Hi guys! What’s up?” Jill said, her voice still as girlish and feminine as it always was. Okay, so if she wasn’t on the juice, was it really the amazing genetics? The possibilities ran through Linton’s mind so quickly that it nearly stunned him.
“Jill, I mean, wow, you look amazing,” Tara said.
“Thanks girl. Linton, lost for words?”
“Pfft, in your dreams,” he replied, smiling coyly, “Let’s get in line before it gets too long.”
The four of them joined the tail end of the line, which by this point was so far from the club that the music coming from inside was barely audible. Linton sighed, “Shit, getting here early didn’t do shit for us.”
“Say, where’s Rhonda?” Tara asked.
“Oh she had some crap at work she had to do, late night shift.”
“Aw, poor girl,” cooed Tara.
“So what’s going on, Jill?” Adrian interjected, “If you’re not on the ‘roids, there’s got to be something else to it, right? I mean-“
“Ugh, she’s genetically gifted, remember?” Tara scoffed.
“Yeah but-“
“There are a few women who can build muscle like guys, you’re looking at one of them!” Tara said, gesturing to Jill grandiosely. Jill gave a cheesy smile and flexed her bicep.
“Not even guys can build muscle the way you do, Jill. Really, what’s going on?” Adrian said, unfazed, his arms folded. Jill gave him an increasingly hostile glare. His prodding was not welcome.
“Adrian, can you just leave the interrogation for later?” Tara said. Linton, who was looking on silently, couldn’t tell if she was crossing over into being dead serious or not.
“Later? Look at the line, we’re gonna be here forever!” said Adrian.
As if on cue, a tough looking bouncer appeared before the group. He certainly looked the part, being bald, dressed in a black suit, and wearing one of those cool ear pieces with a telephone wire coming out the back.
“What’s up, what’s up you lot,” the bouncer said in a striking English twang, “Is it just the four of you?”
There was a moment of surprise, but Adrian, collected as always, replied “Yes.”
“Come on,” the bouncer said as he gestured for them to abandon the line. Tara turned to Linton and smiled excitedly.
“This is awesome!” she squealed as the four of them streamed past dozens of hapless clubbers who could only look on enviously. Jill was used to being “expressed” into clubs with her friends on the grounds of their sheer good looks; I mean you’re talking about two football hunks and two blonde girls, but this was still the shortest amount of time she’d had to wait to get inside any club, let alone the one that everyone’s been talking about for the past few weeks. Maybe the bouncer liked her muscles.
The music got louder and louder as their express lane to good times got them closer to Neo-So. The club had a minimalist post modern look, and it was clear that someone had put in a lot of money and love into building it. Inside, a complex array of lights bathed Neo-So in artistic, deliberate shades that alternated slowly between harsh primary colors and more muted ones. The whole place looked very artsy and very cyberpunk. Though DJ Tentalon wasn’t due for another hour, the DJ they had on was spinning some mean beats on his turntables, and Tara didn’t waste any time joining the dance floor while dragging Linton along with her. That left Adrian and Jill standing next to each other awkwardly.
“I can’t dance to this crap! I’m getting a drink!” Adrian shouted to Jill over the music.
“I’ll go with you!” Jill replied. The two of them headed for the bar, and as they did so Jill attracted stare after stare from both guys and girls in the club. Of course, she always did attract stares when she went clubbing, but it was obvious that these stares were a different kind. She liked the change, and it made her body feel more powerful. She loved the way her sleeveless turtleneck showed off her bigger arms and shoulders, which she spent most of the past few days working out. A wave of euphoria washed over her and she smiled to herself.
The bar was in a separate room from the dance floor, and was thus a little quieter, although Jill could still feel the pulse of the music in her chest. Adrian got a Red Bull and Vodka, Jill got a Rum and Coke. They found a booth and sat across one another.
“Looks like you’re already getting some attention,” Adrian said, glancing at a booth adjacent to them with two guys and girls, all staring at Jill.
“I quite like it, to be honest,” Jill said. In spite of the complex relationship between her and Adrian, she always did feel that she could be more upfront with him than anyone else. Perhaps it’s the way he made it seem like he already knew everything, and therefore there was no fear that he would respond in a bad way to anything.
“Is that so?” Adrian said, sipping his drink.
“Yeah,” Jill said, pausing to think. The music was helpful in filling the gap where an awkward silence would be in any other situation, “I used to think that having muscles was like a bit gross, but they’re not gross, they’re powerful.”
“Alright, so now you can tell me what your secret is. It isn’t ‘roids, that much is clear to me, otherwise your voice would be an octave lower by now and your jaw line would be getting all angular. So?” Adrian said, leaning closer to Jill. She simply sat back and smiled cunningly at him, holding her drink to her lips.
“I’m a biological miracle, Adrian.”
He laughed and leaned back. Of course she wasn’t going to tell him, “I figured you’d say something like that. Don’t worry, I’ll find out,” He took another gulp of his drink, “You know, Linton’s getting jealous of you.”
“Oh yeah?” Jill said, raising her eyebrow and smiling wryly.
“Jealous, scared shitless, I don’t know which one. He doesn’t want to admit it of course, but I can tell.”
This time it was Jill’s turn to learn towards Adrian, “How do you know? What does he say?”
Adrian took another sip, “I see him in the locker room after practice checking himself out. Admiring his biceps and shit. He never does that. Never. And the look on his face when he’s doing that, it’s like he thinks you’re using voodoo magic or something, draining the muscles from him.”
She laughed triumphantly, “I don’t know if I told you this before, but he was a pretty skinny kid back in sixth grade. But when he started getting all into like football, that’s, you know, when he started…”
“Gotcha.”
“…to build himself into, like, modern Linton.”
“Man. This whole thing sounds kinda tragic when you put it that way!” Adrian said, and they both laughed. In that moment, there was a brief moment of understanding between the two. As their laughter died down, they found themselves gazing into one another’s eyes wordlessly.
“There you guys are!” cried Tara as her and Linton approached the booth. Linton sat next to Adrian and Tara next to Jill, “Ah, I love this place. Love it. Tentalon should be in a few minutes! What’ve you guys been talking about?”
“Current affairs!” Adrian quipped as he eyed Linton.
“Dude, you sound like how my brother talks to my parents,” Linton said, laughing, “Where did you go? Out! What did you eat? Food!”
“The lights here are amazing. Jill, you gotta come dance with me. The lights are too amazing.” Tara said as she grabbed Jill’s wrist and dragged her along towards the dance floor. Jill gave Adrian an “Oh well” sort of look as they rose from their seats, and the two guys followed them out as well.
There was a loud cheer as DJ Tentalon began his set, and the music became noticeably louder and the lights flashed more dramatically, alternating between staccato strobe lights and deep colors that probed the sea of dancers like an army of searchlights standing sentinel around the dance floor. As arpeggiated sequencers looped over and over to an earth-shaking programmed drum beat and blasts of overdriven sawtooth and square synthesizers, Jill and Tara gyrated their bodies wildly in ecstasy while Linton dry humped his girlfriend and Adrian simply bobbed his head, drink in hand. Although Jill was a regular clubber, her new muscles made her feel sexier and assertive on the dance floor, as if the whole place was dancing to her, not the other way around. As the song wore on, she stopped feeling the music. She did not feel enveloped in the beat, because she felt as if every swing of her hips, every thrust of her toned, muscular arms and every bend of her knees was making the music happen. For a brief moment, Jill was certain that the music was feeling her.
The experience was cut short when Tara patted Jill on the arm, snapping her out of her trance. Jill opened her eyes and saw that her friend was sweating like a pig. Her hair had lost its shape as it cling to her face from all the sweat. She signaled that she needed to take a breather and Jill understood. Together with Linton and Adrian, they slowly made their way through the crush of the crowd back to their booth near the bar.
Concealed in one of the few unlit sections of the club, Kee Yoon watched vicariously as Jill and her friends made their way back to the bar and slowly followed them. She was careful not to bump into anyone, as if she were walking in the middle of the wrong side of a freeway. She had a drink in her hand, something she realized would help her blend in, although it was just water.
Kee found a nice, dark spot close to the bar counter and simply watched Jill sitting at the booth, talking excitedly to her friends. She took the occasional sip of her water, a paltry attempt to not appear out of place, but with the way she clutched her arm with her free hand and stood with both legs pressed together, she knew it wasn’t working.
“Need some company?” said a voice to her left. Kee Yoon let out a high pitched yelp and jumped as she turned to face the young man that was now standing next to her, “Whoa, easy there. Ha! I don’t bite,” the man said. Kee Yoon scrutinized him. He looked to be in his late twenties or thirties, and she didn’t like how his shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his chest, “You look a little lonely there. Need some company?”
Kee Yoon quickly shook her head and smiled nervously at the man. She held up her drink at him to try and imply that she was busy enjoying her drink, but she realized a second later how that made no sense.
“Yeah, I know the drinks here are a fuckin’ rip off. Mind if I buy you one?” said the man, leaning uncomfortably close to Kee. She winced as her nose was blasted by the putrid mixture of alcohol and bad breath emanating from his mouth.
Kee took a step back and held her hand up, “Oh no no,” she said meekly.
“Come on, you’re a pretty lady. I love your dress. Lemme get you a drink and we can sit down somewhere,”
Kee Yoon kept backing away and when her back hit the wall, she realized her formerly tactical decision to watch Jill from the darkest, unseen part of the club was now a huge mistake. The man kept approaching her.
“You scared? Cute Asian girl like you, you don’t need to be scared! Come on, I’ll take good care of you.”

Jill grabbed a paper towel from inside her purse and wiped the sweat from her face. Of course, Tara was a total mess compared to her.
“Jesus, you’re like sweating puddles!” Linton remarked as he put his arm around her. Tara smiled as she toweled her face off and kissed him on the cheek.
Amidst the jovial banter, Jill took a sip of her drink and as she peered above the rim of her glass, she saw two figures in a dark corner by the bar. Instinctively, she realized that the body language of both figures wasn’t quite right. She lowered her glass and leaned forward to get a better look. Tara and Linton took note and followed her gaze.
No, it couldn’t be. Was it really that girl again? That weird Korean girl that kept following her around? Jill recognized the scene immediately as the intoxicated man was practically about to pin Kee Yoon to the wall.
“Aw shit, someone’s about to get raped!” Linton guffawed. Tara snapped around and gave her boyfriend an indignant look, “What? We’re in a crowded place, someone’s probably gonna-“
Jill got off her seat and marched towards the scene between the two figures. With her fists clenched she could hear the creepy dude’s ominous words to a petrified Kee Yoon as she got closer and closer to them.
“Look, come on, there’s no need to be scared, I just don’t want you to be lonely ya know?”
“Hey!” Jill shouted. The man turned around. Standing before him was one seriously hot chick dressed to kill. But wait a minute, this girl was fit as hell. She had her fists clenched, which made her arm muscles bulge visibly. The man stared at Jill for a moment, confused by this combination of sheer beauty and muscular strength. He looked back at Kee Yoon, who looked even more terrified of Jill than of him, then looked back at Jill, who was giving him a death stare. Maybe he shouldn’t have had so much to drink. He slowly slinked away from Kee Yoon and without saying another word, walked past Jill out of the bar room, looking confusingly into her stern eyes as he passed by her.
Kee Yoon, still backed into the wall, looked straight into Jill’s eyes for a microsecond before staring at the floor, thoroughly embarrassed. As Kee continued to stare at the floor without moving, Jill looked at her for a moment, and without exchanging words, turned around and walked back to her table.
“Nice going Jill! Awesome!” Tara said as she and Adrian clapped, “Is it just me or have I seen her at school?”
“Yeahp, she goes to school with us,” Jill said as she sat down and finished her drink.
“Well I am proud of you, girl,” Tara said, patting Jill’s bulging shoulder.
“Yeah. That was actually impressive, the way that dude fucked off like that. Looks like those muscles of yours have some practical application,” Adrian said. Jill could tell that he wasn’t being sarcastic for once.
“Pfft, ‘practical application’? Who says that, dude?” said Linton, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened. He gulped down his drink and then gestured for Tara to scoot out of the way, “I gotta hit the john.”
“Me too, actually, I need more paper towels,” Tara said, “And seriously, awesome job, Jill. You rock.”
With Jill and Adrian once again left alone, they bantered for a while before Adrian felt something in his thigh and whipped out his smart phone to check the text message he received. As he typed away, Jill sat back in her seat and smiled to herself. She looked down at her arm and admired the power that coursed within her. She clenched her fist and watched her bicep rise out of her arm, this time far more pronounced and bulging harder than it used to when she first hit the weights last week. Adrian, Linton, Tara, Kee Yoon, the club and everything else in life momentarily seemed to become a distraction as she felt another wave of euphoria wash over her. It was an amazing feeling that she wanted, needed more of.

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“Hi Dad. Hi Mom.” Jill said as she walked straight to the fridge.

“Morning sweetie.” Both parents replied without diverting their attention from their present tasks. Jill opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice. Unscrewing the cap, she was about to drink it straight out of the carton when

“Sweetie don’t do that!” Mom barked in a condescending, sing-song voice, “Get a glass, pour it in, and then drink.”

Jill let out a frustrated sigh and obeyed.

“Don’t sigh at me like that. Unless you’re the one buying groceries, you’ll do as I say.”

“I am, Mom. God! I’ve only been awake five minutes and you’re stressing me out!”

“Jill honey, just humor your mother and come sit down,” Dad said without taking his eyes off his paper, as if this were a regular routine. Jill obeyed. Mom plopped the plate of bacon and eggs onto the dinner table. Mom wasn’t a really good cook; she hadn’t bothered to drain the fat off the bacon and the eggs still had a visible layer of uncooked white on top.

“Don’t give me that look. I haven’t got time to be Gordon Ramsay for you. Your father and I are too busy working our butts off to pay for your college.” Mom said in a nonchalant voice as she sipped her coffee. Jill scoffed and rolled her eyes and took a small bite of the bacon. Damn it, she mentioned college. That pretty much meant-

“Speaking of which, how are your applications going?” Dad said. Damn it!

“They’re fine,” Jill said. Actually, she hadn’t even started.

“I know you want to go to SC, but if you can do Berkley or UCLA your mother and I really think that would be the best.”

Jill didn’t say anything and continued to eat her breakfast.

“You still haven’t started them, right?” Mom said. The woman knew her daughter too well.

“Mom, its October. The deadline-“

“Is in November if you’re applying for the UCs! Your father and I are working our butts off for your future-“

“But I don’t want to go to a UC-“

“-and the least you could do is just humor us a little and start applying already! And do you have any idea how much tuition is at USC? LA and Berkley are just as good, if not better, and it’ll be so much cheaper! Do you know how many people would kill to go to college?”

“Honey, calm down.”

“Can’t you just stop being so, so spoilt and give back for once? And I mean you wouldn’t be giving back because we’re paying for it anyway!”

“I’m not your slave!” Jill shouted. She stood up quickly and ran back to her room.

“One day you’ll get it, Jill. One day!” Mom shouted as Jill slammed her bedroom door behind her.

She stayed inside for about an hour, only so her parents would finish breakfast and clear out of the kitchen, which she had to pass through to get to the front door. She needed to get out of the house. She packed her backpack with her gym clothes and water bottle and made a beeline for the front door. The mood outside was dramatically different from the mood inside. The sun was shining. The air was cool. Birds were chirping. Already she felt a little better, but she still needed to get away. She got in the used 2002 Corolla her parents got her for her 16th birthday and drove off.

Jill had been going to Genesis Fitness ever since it opened near her neighborhood two years ago. It was a fully equipped fitness center, with everything from the obligatory cardio machines, to weights, to saunas, to group workouts. The main workout room was vast in size, with classic rock tunes echoing throughout amidst the hum of treadmills and the clanking of weights. Far from simply being a big room with equipment lying around, the walls had decorative multi-colored square tiles arranged artfully. The front of the gym had all the treadmills and cycling machines placed against a glass wall, which looked out to the street outside. Behind them were the several rows of elliptical trainers. A sign saying “No Weights Beyond This Point” marked the point between the cardio machines and the weight section, where racks and racks of weights lined the walls, and dozens of weight machines were neatly arranged throughout the section. Though Jill was at the gym almost every day, it was only on the weekends that she would hit the weights.

She was standing in front of the mirror wall curling a set of seven pound weights. The parental fracas from earlier drifted away from her thoughts as she admired herself in the mirror. Trying to catch the various glimpses the men in the gym were giving her in between their sets was also part of the fun. One particular guy was doing a good job at it by looking at her, and then looking somewhere else before returning to his workout, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t looking at anything or anyone in particular.

As she set the weights down after finishing a set, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to try a heavier set of weights. Normally she wouldn’t go past seven; ten was the most she could do sets with, but she felt a strange sensation, as if she suddenly realized that she could lift heavier weights all along. The 12 pound dumbbells seemed to speak to her the most. She wrapped her fingers around them and heaved back. The weights were, as she expected, a more difficult proposition than she was used to. She did one rep and her arm sunk back down from the sheer weight. She did another and it was the same. She kept curling them, expecting to tire quickly, but to her surprise, it was the opposite. The weights were actually becoming easier to lift. A small smile formed on her lips as she continued to curl the dumbbells. She felt confident and powerful as she watched her small but sturdy biceps just barely rising out of her arm with each rep. Before long, she had finished 30 reps and was compelled to move on to the 15 pounders. Her arms were sore as hell but Jill felt a wave of adrenaline wash over her, like she had been bestowed with super powers. She looked at her arms in the mirror and felt them. They felt solid and strong from all that lifting. It was a wonderful feeling.

She was so engrossed in her new strength that she didn’t see Pindar in the mirror, walking up to her from behind. “What’s going on, Jilli Vanilli?!” he said jokingly. Jill had just set the weights back on the rack when she heard him. She spun around in surprise, as if Pindar had snapped her out of a trance.

“Omigod Pindar you scared me!” she said, laughing.

“Eeeey what’s going on my little Jilly! Good to see you!” he said as they hugged. Being one of Genesis Fitness’s personal trainers, Pindar was a man in peak physical condition. His burly frame wrapped around Jill, making her look like a small child being hugged by her parent.

“Aww thanks! Gosh I haven’t seen you in a bit!”

“Yeah, I’ve just started working with this new client who can only do weekday nights, that’s why.”

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Oh, this reaaaally buff Asian girl, I mean she’s like one of those genetic freaks you know?”

“Yeah? She hotter than me?” Jill retorted, quickly striking a model’s pose as she laughed.

“Oh no no no. I mean you’re fit, this girl is like a bodybuilder you know? She’s just wanting to down and get her size more under control, that sorta thing. I actually think she’s like 17 or something.”

“Oookay...!” she replied, her mind not quite grasping the idea of a 17-year old Asian bodybuilder girl.

“So what’s going on? Was I hallucinating or were you just lifting the 12 pounders?”

“Nope, no hallucination. I dunno, I just like, felt like going a bit heavier today. Like maybe get a bit more toned.”

“Mm well you know what, you should try doing some shoulder presses. For your body type, toned shoulders would really bring out a lot in your figure.” Pindar drew a vague hour glass shape with his hands as he said “figure.”

“Oh, okay well I will definitely give those a shot.”

“Alright cool,” he said, he then pointed at his watch, “Listen, I gotta run now to meet a client…”

“Is it that Asian muscle chick?”

“Naw, that’s on the weekdays. This one’s some old lady.”

“Mmm...So minors on the weekdays and cougars on weekends? What’s going on Pindar? Something you’re not telling me?” Jill said, giving him a knowing look.

Pindar guffawed, “Goddamnit Jill! Okay I’m getting away from you now before you get me fired or something!”

They both laughed and waved each other goodbye. Jill turned her attention back to the weights. Without hesitation, she grabbed the 15 pounders and started pumping. This time it was definitely more of a struggle. Her arms shook as she struggled to hoist the weights above her head.

“One.” She muttered, her voice trembling with exertion.

Slowly but surely, she grew more comfortable with the weights and was soon pumping out reps like there was no tomorrow. Jill was astonished. Before this, she could barely manage a set with the ten pound weights. Was it that V-Fit wonder formula? Could it really have been? Or maybe it was some sort of weird placebo effect. But it couldn’t have been a placebo effect, because she really was lifting those weights. Either way, after doing several sets of shoulder presses, her arms were wiped out, though her mind was going wild from the adrenaline rush. She couldn’t tell if she really was getting stronger, or if the events with her parents and that bitch Alex were fueling her determination. But she knew that she liked what was happening.

She stayed at the gym for another two hours, going on slow walks on the treadmill every so often to rest her muscles. All of a sudden all the stupid mind games and ogling men faded away, replaced with her one mission: she would tone herself up and show herself off to everyone at school, especially Alex.

She had just finished her last set of dumbbell presses and was about to head for the locker room to change and then leave when she noticed that a familiar figure at the far end of the hall was looking at her. It was Kee Yoon. The girl was in the middle of a floor stretch, but had her head turned uncomfortably to look at Jill, like she was trying to be discreet about it. Jill and Kee Yoon’s eyes met for a split second before the little Korean girl had a mini-panic attack and turned her head away, resuming her stretching routine as if nothing had happened. What was up with that weird girl? Was she in the gym, watching Jill this whole time? Still, Jill didn’t dwell on it. Many students from Portsdown High frequented Genesis Fitness because of its proximity to the school.

When she woke up the following day, her entire body was in total agony. She let out a weak moan as she heaved herself off her bed. She already knew she was spending all of Sunday at home, moving as little as possible. As she walked into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her body was slightly more toned, especially her shoulders, which looked bolder and gave her figure a more assertive look. Or maybe it was a placebo effect. She sat down on her bed and thought about it. She could not believe how effective this V-Fit formula was, and a wave of excitement overwhelmed her. She decided she would be working out with nothing but the weights just for this coming week, all to reassert herself at Portsdown High. ]]>
“Hi Dad. Hi Mom.” Jill said as she walked straight to the fridge.

“Morning sweetie.” Both parents replied without diverting their attention from their present tasks. Jill opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice. Unscrewing the cap, she was about to drink it straight out of the carton when

“Sweetie don’t do that!” Mom barked in a condescending, sing-song voice, “Get a glass, pour it in, and then drink.”

Jill let out a frustrated sigh and obeyed.

“Don’t sigh at me like that. Unless you’re the one buying groceries, you’ll do as I say.”

“I am, Mom. God! I’ve only been awake five minutes and you’re stressing me out!”

“Jill honey, just humor your mother and come sit down,” Dad said without taking his eyes off his paper, as if this were a regular routine. Jill obeyed. Mom plopped the plate of bacon and eggs onto the dinner table. Mom wasn’t a really good cook; she hadn’t bothered to drain the fat off the bacon and the eggs still had a visible layer of uncooked white on top.

“Don’t give me that look. I haven’t got time to be Gordon Ramsay for you. Your father and I are too busy working our butts off to pay for your college.” Mom said in a nonchalant voice as she sipped her coffee. Jill scoffed and rolled her eyes and took a small bite of the bacon. Damn it, she mentioned college. That pretty much meant-

“Speaking of which, how are your applications going?” Dad said. Damn it!

“They’re fine,” Jill said. Actually, she hadn’t even started.

“I know you want to go to SC, but if you can do Berkley or UCLA your mother and I really think that would be the best.”

Jill didn’t say anything and continued to eat her breakfast.

“You still haven’t started them, right?” Mom said. The woman knew her daughter too well.

“Mom, its October. The deadline-“

“Is in November if you’re applying for the UCs! Your father and I are working our butts off for your future-“

“But I don’t want to go to a UC-“

“-and the least you could do is just humor us a little and start applying already! And do you have any idea how much tuition is at USC? LA and Berkley are just as good, if not better, and it’ll be so much cheaper! Do you know how many people would kill to go to college?”

“Honey, calm down.”

“Can’t you just stop being so, so spoilt and give back for once? And I mean you wouldn’t be giving back because we’re paying for it anyway!”

“I’m not your slave!” Jill shouted. She stood up quickly and ran back to her room.

“One day you’ll get it, Jill. One day!” Mom shouted as Jill slammed her bedroom door behind her.

She stayed inside for about an hour, only so her parents would finish breakfast and clear out of the kitchen, which she had to pass through to get to the front door. She needed to get out of the house. She packed her backpack with her gym clothes and water bottle and made a beeline for the front door. The mood outside was dramatically different from the mood inside. The sun was shining. The air was cool. Birds were chirping. Already she felt a little better, but she still needed to get away. She got in the used 2002 Corolla her parents got her for her 16th birthday and drove off.

Jill had been going to Genesis Fitness ever since it opened near her neighborhood two years ago. It was a fully equipped fitness center, with everything from the obligatory cardio machines, to weights, to saunas, to group workouts. The main workout room was vast in size, with classic rock tunes echoing throughout amidst the hum of treadmills and the clanking of weights. Far from simply being a big room with equipment lying around, the walls had decorative multi-colored square tiles arranged artfully. The front of the gym had all the treadmills and cycling machines placed against a glass wall, which looked out to the street outside. Behind them were the several rows of elliptical trainers. A sign saying “No Weights Beyond This Point” marked the point between the cardio machines and the weight section, where racks and racks of weights lined the walls, and dozens of weight machines were neatly arranged throughout the section. Though Jill was at the gym almost every day, it was only on the weekends that she would hit the weights.

She was standing in front of the mirror wall curling a set of seven pound weights. The parental fracas from earlier drifted away from her thoughts as she admired herself in the mirror. Trying to catch the various glimpses the men in the gym were giving her in between their sets was also part of the fun. One particular guy was doing a good job at it by looking at her, and then looking somewhere else before returning to his workout, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t looking at anything or anyone in particular.

As she set the weights down after finishing a set, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to try a heavier set of weights. Normally she wouldn’t go past seven; ten was the most she could do sets with, but she felt a strange sensation, as if she suddenly realized that she could lift heavier weights all along. The 12 pound dumbbells seemed to speak to her the most. She wrapped her fingers around them and heaved back. The weights were, as she expected, a more difficult proposition than she was used to. She did one rep and her arm sunk back down from the sheer weight. She did another and it was the same. She kept curling them, expecting to tire quickly, but to her surprise, it was the opposite. The weights were actually becoming easier to lift. A small smile formed on her lips as she continued to curl the dumbbells. She felt confident and powerful as she watched her small but sturdy biceps just barely rising out of her arm with each rep. Before long, she had finished 30 reps and was compelled to move on to the 15 pounders. Her arms were sore as hell but Jill felt a wave of adrenaline wash over her, like she had been bestowed with super powers. She looked at her arms in the mirror and felt them. They felt solid and strong from all that lifting. It was a wonderful feeling.

She was so engrossed in her new strength that she didn’t see Pindar in the mirror, walking up to her from behind. “What’s going on, Jilli Vanilli?!” he said jokingly. Jill had just set the weights back on the rack when she heard him. She spun around in surprise, as if Pindar had snapped her out of a trance.

“Omigod Pindar you scared me!” she said, laughing.

“Eeeey what’s going on my little Jilly! Good to see you!” he said as they hugged. Being one of Genesis Fitness’s personal trainers, Pindar was a man in peak physical condition. His burly frame wrapped around Jill, making her look like a small child being hugged by her parent.

“Aww thanks! Gosh I haven’t seen you in a bit!”

“Yeah, I’ve just started working with this new client who can only do weekday nights, that’s why.”

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Oh, this reaaaally buff Asian girl, I mean she’s like one of those genetic freaks you know?”

“Yeah? She hotter than me?” Jill retorted, quickly striking a model’s pose as she laughed.

“Oh no no no. I mean you’re fit, this girl is like a bodybuilder you know? She’s just wanting to down and get her size more under control, that sorta thing. I actually think she’s like 17 or something.”

“Oookay...!” she replied, her mind not quite grasping the idea of a 17-year old Asian bodybuilder girl.

“So what’s going on? Was I hallucinating or were you just lifting the 12 pounders?”

“Nope, no hallucination. I dunno, I just like, felt like going a bit heavier today. Like maybe get a bit more toned.”

“Mm well you know what, you should try doing some shoulder presses. For your body type, toned shoulders would really bring out a lot in your figure.” Pindar drew a vague hour glass shape with his hands as he said “figure.”

“Oh, okay well I will definitely give those a shot.”

“Alright cool,” he said, he then pointed at his watch, “Listen, I gotta run now to meet a client…”

“Is it that Asian muscle chick?”

“Naw, that’s on the weekdays. This one’s some old lady.”

“Mmm...So minors on the weekdays and cougars on weekends? What’s going on Pindar? Something you’re not telling me?” Jill said, giving him a knowing look.

Pindar guffawed, “Goddamnit Jill! Okay I’m getting away from you now before you get me fired or something!”

They both laughed and waved each other goodbye. Jill turned her attention back to the weights. Without hesitation, she grabbed the 15 pounders and started pumping. This time it was definitely more of a struggle. Her arms shook as she struggled to hoist the weights above her head.

“One.” She muttered, her voice trembling with exertion.

Slowly but surely, she grew more comfortable with the weights and was soon pumping out reps like there was no tomorrow. Jill was astonished. Before this, she could barely manage a set with the ten pound weights. Was it that V-Fit wonder formula? Could it really have been? Or maybe it was some sort of weird placebo effect. But it couldn’t have been a placebo effect, because she really was lifting those weights. Either way, after doing several sets of shoulder presses, her arms were wiped out, though her mind was going wild from the adrenaline rush. She couldn’t tell if she really was getting stronger, or if the events with her parents and that bitch Alex were fueling her determination. But she knew that she liked what was happening.

She stayed at the gym for another two hours, going on slow walks on the treadmill every so often to rest her muscles. All of a sudden all the stupid mind games and ogling men faded away, replaced with her one mission: she would tone herself up and show herself off to everyone at school, especially Alex.

She had just finished her last set of dumbbell presses and was about to head for the locker room to change and then leave when she noticed that a familiar figure at the far end of the hall was looking at her. It was Kee Yoon. The girl was in the middle of a floor stretch, but had her head turned uncomfortably to look at Jill, like she was trying to be discreet about it. Jill and Kee Yoon’s eyes met for a split second before the little Korean girl had a mini-panic attack and turned her head away, resuming her stretching routine as if nothing had happened. What was up with that weird girl? Was she in the gym, watching Jill this whole time? Still, Jill didn’t dwell on it. Many students from Portsdown High frequented Genesis Fitness because of its proximity to the school.

When she woke up the following day, her entire body was in total agony. She let out a weak moan as she heaved herself off her bed. She already knew she was spending all of Sunday at home, moving as little as possible. As she walked into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her body was slightly more toned, especially her shoulders, which looked bolder and gave her figure a more assertive look. Or maybe it was a placebo effect. She sat down on her bed and thought about it. She could not believe how effective this V-Fit formula was, and a wave of excitement overwhelmed her. She decided she would be working out with nothing but the weights just for this coming week, all to reassert herself at Portsdown High.

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]]> http://aarontyree.deviantart.com/art/Fitted-History-368334977 http://aarontyree.deviantart.com/art/Fitted-History-368334977 Sat, 27 Apr 2013 22:34:27 PDT Fitted History nonadult photography/people/fashion aarontyree http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/a/aarontyree.jpg?2 Copyright 2013 =aarontyree http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/ Devyn Adair -
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Features:

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• Background, model images aren’t included (plz contact me for the download link)
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Marris' query seemed, to Sandra, uncharacteristically dulcet and benevolent coming from someone whose lips and tongue were capable of such sweetly cruel torture. But regardless of whatever the exquisitely muscled blond might have wanted at that instant, it didn't matter. Even as the evening was young, she had already been rendered virtually mute by her seemingly benign roommate's amorous skill, save for the unintelligible gasps and desperate wheezing that issued from her bronzed, heaving chest. The stout hemp creaked as it bit into Sandra's wrists and ankles, indifferent to her hard-hewn muscles as she flexed them impotently, and braced for the next wave as Marris refocused her attention upon her succulent, undulating objective.

Sandra was the consummate Summer Girl, never lacking a fawning audience - both male and female - as she surveyed her domain from a white lifeguard chair, her classically beautiful face partly concealed by red Oakleys, and her Olympic physique glistening copper-like in the Cape sun. Consequently, the more pedestrian Marris was not accustomed to seeing her miraculously fit and capable roommate this way... reduced to abject helplessness, an utter slave to an utterly unimposing girl. But Marris just had... something. And whatever that something was, it was sufficient to secure the curious attention of this archetypal goddess, one of several girls with whom she shared space this summer. Seeing Sandra this way was, for Marris, like a dream in every way... except that it was real.

The setting sun was transforming the water into some sort of animated kaleidoscope, and the shadows seemed to soften and dissolve along with any doubts that Sandra might have ever had about playing with Marris. The evening was young, the other girls were out, and the small, stilted beach bungalow was secluded. And Sandra - the very incarnation of archetypal female power hopelessly overcome by wily, subdued grace - could scream as loudly and as much as she needed to... ]]>
Marris' query seemed, to Sandra, uncharacteristically dulcet and benevolent coming from someone whose lips and tongue were capable of such sweetly cruel torture. But regardless of whatever the exquisitely muscled blond might have wanted at that instant, it didn't matter. Even as the evening was young, she had already been rendered virtually mute by her seemingly benign roommate's amorous skill, save for the unintelligible gasps and desperate wheezing that issued from her bronzed, heaving chest. The stout hemp creaked as it bit into Sandra's wrists and ankles, indifferent to her hard-hewn muscles as she flexed them impotently, and braced for the next wave as Marris refocused her attention upon her succulent, undulating objective.

Sandra was the consummate Summer Girl, never lacking a fawning audience - both male and female - as she surveyed her domain from a white lifeguard chair, her classically beautiful face partly concealed by red Oakleys, and her Olympic physique glistening copper-like in the Cape sun. Consequently, the more pedestrian Marris was not accustomed to seeing her miraculously fit and capable roommate this way... reduced to abject helplessness, an utter slave to an utterly unimposing girl. But Marris just had... something. And whatever that something was, it was sufficient to secure the curious attention of this archetypal goddess, one of several girls with whom she shared space this summer. Seeing Sandra this way was, for Marris, like a dream in every way... except that it was real.

The setting sun was transforming the water into some sort of animated kaleidoscope, and the shadows seemed to soften and dissolve along with any doubts that Sandra might have ever had about playing with Marris. The evening was young, the other girls were out, and the small, stilted beach bungalow was secluded. And Sandra - the very incarnation of archetypal female power hopelessly overcome by wily, subdued grace - could scream as loudly and as much as she needed to...

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i have to be honest, i dont like this drawing, i dont know, i can do something better :I Anyway

what do you think? ]]>
i have to be honest, i dont like this drawing, i dont know, i can do something better :I Anyway

what do you think?

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