Joan was fed up with listening to her acquaintance Keith’s demeaning attitude towards her training. Sure, she hadn’t made as much progress as him but it wasn’t due to lack of effort. He just seemed to have better genetics in addition to benefiting from higher testosterone levels as a man. Joan’s friend happened to be interested in old folk tales and suggested that she’d try siphoning some of Keith’s power into her with special earrings. She thought they could never work but she liked the way they looked so she wore them anyway on the next day.
She was trying heavier weights with shoulder presses and called out Keith to spot for her. She thought Keith was lifting the weights on her behalf when they started feeling lighter. That wasn’t the case. Instead as Keith’s hands were in contact with hers, she had started to absorb Keith’s strength. Keith began to feel a bit weak and stopped spotting for her. Not that she needed any anymore. She was full of energy.
She looked at herself from the gym’s mirror and noticed that her whole body was a bit more toned than before. The earrings were the only explanation she could think of. She clenched her fist and looked at Keith. She wanted more of his power.
Joan asked Keith to spot for her squats next. Keith was still feeling a bit dizzy but he couldn’t pass on the opportunity to get close to Joan’s body. He wasn’t the sophisticated spotter in those situations. He fully took advantage of women’s need for a spotter and was always attached to their bodies for the whole movement. He said it was necessary for a good spot.
Joan knew that this was bullshit but now it presented her with the opportunity to sap more of his strength. After a few reps she pretended that she needed his help. Keith took the bait and pressed his body harder against hers. Now Joan could feel the new power coursing inside her. It was an intoxicating feeling. She felt the urge to push the bar up but resisted it so she could absorb even more of Keith’s strength.
As she could wait no longer, she pushed Keith back with her ass and easily did ten more reps with the weight. Joan put the bar back in its rack and turned to Keith. Now he knew something was off. She looked jacked and somehow even taller than him. He looked at his body and screamed as he noticed that so much of his muscle mass was gone. But Joan thought that he still had more to give.
She had an idea. She’d squatted with the weight but she wanted to curl it. Holding weakened Keith in place with one arm was easy but Joan was still hesitating to try out the weighted bar. Keith tried to wriggle out of her grasp but it only seemed to drain his muscles even faster. This made Joan confident enough to grab the bar with her right hand. She lowered it down and tried to curl it. Her bicep was on fire as she slowly lifted it up. Each rep felt easier and she curled the barbell even faster. Her biceps kept growing with each rep.
She could see the terror in Keith’s eyes as she grew in front of him. Taking away all his gains he had worked for years to achieve. Keith’s legs began to shake as Joan finally let go of him. He was now even weaker than Joan was before the gym. Just a shadow of his former self. Joan on the other hand was even stronger than he’d ever been.
She now curled the barbell with ease and enjoyed watching Keith as he had difficulties even standing up. She thought that maybe she got a bit greedy but the power she felt throughout her body was so intoxicating. Especially when she was growing. She wanted to keep growing and lifting heavier weights to put all the men in the gym to shame.
Joan kept training hard but there was still one obstacle she hadn’t been able to cross. Pull-ups were proving to be difficult for her although she had tried to get one for months. It was time to put those earrings to use once again. None of the men dared to comment on her breasts but there were other girls in the gym who were often harassed by one individual. Alan was going to be her target.
He couldn’t say no when Joan asked him to give her a boost. He didn’t understand how she was able to get closer to a full pull-up with each rep rather than getting tired. He also noticed that he had to support her less and less. When he was about to let go of her, she put her massive legs around him as she was hanging from the bar. Joan braced herself and began pulling herself and Alan up.
Very slowly she got closer to the bar as she was squeezing Alan tighter with her legs. Her biceps and back were expanding along the way as she sapped the strength from Alan. After normal pull-ups got too easy, she began using just one hand at a time. As Alan was begging her to stop, she had to try out a finger pull-up and barely succeeded in it. Satisfied at her gains she opened her legs and dropped Alan on the floor.
Joan dropped down and kneeled in front of him “Now you have no way to harass the other women on this gym anymore.” She flexed her now enormous bicep in front of his eyes “I guess I should thank you for these gains. If you hadn’t been such a dick, I would have never taken your strength. So, remember to treat women with respect from now on or I’ll drain you again once you’ve got your muscles back years from now.”
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