The Draconian started us off right away with so pushups and then so sit ups a mont after, getting us on the usual workout routine that would help most of the upper body before having us stand up and do squats and lunges to target the lower body.
Whether she was having us do them because they were the most optimal and or were things we could do easily or if she wanted us to do them because she liked watching us do them was unknown to , but I did know that I was going to have to do more of anything in these coming days.
My body hurt - in a good way - just by doing a set of these four things, and the instant that the black scaled warrior dragged over so real weights I almost wanted to curse at her... just as much as I felt a little anticipation welling up in my mind at the idea of using them.
There was a sort of appeal to them that I felt now knowing that self improvent would correlate with my ability to create a far better future for myself through combat and potentially deadly scenarios.
Handing a tal bar that was a decent amount of weight, Kha’Miero began to guide both Sera and I in so interesting sort of exercise where we maneuvered the bar in all sorts of ways; we curled it with our biceps and then our triceps, we benched it above our head a few tis, we held it in front of ourselves for a bit, and we even rowed with it after sitting on the ground.
All sorts of fun things were done with just a tal bar, and we hadn’t even gotten to the one thing that I could actually view favorably before we had even done all of this, and that was a normal bench press with a large amount of weight added on top.
I had always been interested in this sort of thing in my old world, but the idea of going to a gym and actually having to deal with people while learning how to do this was definitely not sothing I was interested in.
It just hadn’t been the most appealing experience for the one ti I did go, so I kept away and looked into options to do it from ho or go to a more private place, only to then realize that weights were extrely expensive and a mbership to a more select gym was going to burn a hole in my pocket as well.
Now though I was able to do it for free, have the sort of trainers that wouldn’t be unappealing on my eyes and also... well, it was just reiterating that last point, but having buff, sweaty futanari train was far more appealing to then anything my old world had to offer.
Kha’Miero fit one of those two things, and when she laid out on the bench and held the weight above as she waited for to start I was given quite the view... primarily of her bulge, which was right above my face, and then of her rather nice breasts that were barely hidden beneath her shirt.
Getting horny here though wasn’t an ideal situation though, so I tried to ignore the looming presence of that cock I had just choked on not so long ago and instead focused on grasping the bar that was offered to .
I don’t know just how much weight was on this bar but I did know that the mont Kha’Miero let it go I was able to confidently say that I was rather weak, though thankfully I didn’t drop the bar onto myself.
I was able to maintain my hold of it and I kept it from slamming against my collarbone, though that was where the real training began since I had to push it back up... and sohow I miraculously began to do just that.
My arms shook a little as I moved that bar up inch by inch, and the strain was easily felt throughout my entire arms as well as my shoulders as I kept moving it until my arms were up fully, which... was where another challenge presented itself.
Keeping it there for a second, I realized imdiately that I needed to lower it down again, and that alone was a monuntal task... let alone after I just pushed it back up with a lot of effort; even with Kha’Miero looming over I was very worried that I was about to drop the bar right onto my chest and break sothing...
Her hands were just off of my bar too, which was reassuring, but there was still that illogical fear that I was about to drop a lot of weight onto my chest and break my sternum or sothing... that was actually quite the motivator though, so... I don’t know if this fear was a good or a bad thing to have...
Gradually lowering it until it was just above my breasts, I took a deep breath and then pushed back up again... before lowering it once more... and then back up again; each movent strained more and more of my muscles, filling with a new sort of heat as my adrenaline started humming fiercely.
I slipped into an odd sort of state that didn’t leave much room for thinking as I just handled the bar and worried about nothing else; push it up and then lower it down, repeating in a rhythm as best I could and making sure my breathing was as regulated as possible.
That heat continued to spread more and more, until eventually I began to feel that my head was growing numb, which was a clear sign to call it there; holding the bar above and shaking my head at Kha’Miero, I breathed a long sigh of relief when she took it from , allowing to just lay there on the bench like I was a dead fish.
My arms were numb and my body was warm, and yet even with this ache that pervaded my everything I still felt really good, maybe even better than I had felt after those nights with the futanari who were more than capable of ruining ...
There was just so sort of weird pleasure to be found in this burning sensation that enveloped my arms, and although I knew I wasn’t able to really use them to do much right about now that feeling remained.
I was drenched with sweat and panting like a dog but this was an impeccable feeling to have, and what made feel even better was the way Kha’Miero gently pat my head and said "You did very well there, Natalie. Quite impressive considering you look like you’ve never trained a day in your life."
Her flat voice made snicker as I replied "How well... did I do... Miss muscles..?", which earned another pat on the head as she leaned down to say "Very well, Natalie. Tonight I’ll make sure you understand just how well...", which added to the warmth I felt imnsely.
Before I could try and make her do sothing or say sothing more, she just left on the bench to recuperate before heading over to the bench Sera was resting on, the blonde watching us both with interest before reluctantly accepting the sa weight I had been pumping.
I continued to just lay there instead of attempting to sit up, my energy just sapped from what had happened, so I didn’t get the greatest view of what was happening - fundantally, anyways - but I did have a very nice view of just how much cushioning that bar had every ti it was lowered.
It made contemplate if we were doing the sa amount of exercise or not since she didn’t seem to be going as deep as I had been, but I couldn’t really fault her when she had such a large amount of ’excess’ on her chest...
The Draconian definitely didn’t seem to mind it as she just mimicked what she did with , though perhaps I just hadn’t seen it since I had been too focused on the bar but her eyes were very... hungry.
I couldn’t bla her with that either since seeing Sera trying her hardest was rather adorable and incredibly arousing, especially when you took her physique into account whenever she tried to do anything at all.
Like when she sat up and her blouse was soaked with sweat which revealed her bra and emphasized her abundant curves; it wasn’t even just Kha’Miero and I looking, which I imagine is what made the blonde blush as she scrambled to get her robe and cover herself.
That seed to be what made the Draconian decide that while she very much liked what she was seeing she didn’t want everyone else to see it too, resulting in her dragging us up into her arms and walking us back to her room... which would very obviously lead to sothing happening, sothing that neither of us were complaining about whatsoever.
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