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https://www.patreon.com/kasper16085The air was thick with the tang of sweat and iron as she stepped into the dimly lit gym. Her gaze swept over the rows of weight machines, the free weights scattered across the floor, and the bodies - some sleek and toned, others flabby and uninspired. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the thrill of being amongst such potential. Her name was Aria, and she was a young woman on a mission to transform her life.
She had discovered the spandex suit a few months ago, and since then, her life had taken on a new meaning. She could change into any shape she desired, but she always returned to her favorite: the female bodybuilder. The tight, stretchy fabric hugged her curves, emphasizing every bulge and ripple of muscle. It felt like a second skin, almost as if her body had been designed specifically for the suit.
She had also added a feature to the suit: a small pump, hidden discreetly within the fabric of her inner thigh. With a few deft manipulations, she could inflate a small, lifelike dildo inside the suit, pressing it against her most sensitive spots as she worked out. The sensation was exquisite, the friction of the suit against her skin heightening every touch. She could feel the head of the dildo brushing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Aria would often stand in front of her mirror at home, admiring her reflection as she flexed her muscles. The suit seemed to glow in the dim light, highlighting every curve and ripple. She would reach out and run her hands over her sculpted arms, feeling the power that coursed through her veins. Sometimes, she would close her eyes and imagine what it would be like to actually be a female bodybuilder, competing on stage, showing off her hard-earned muscle to the world.
On one particular evening, as she stood before the mirror, the sensation of the dildo inside her suit became almost too much to bear. Her breath hitched, and her hips bucked involuntarily. She reached down, gripping the countertop for support as she let the wave of pleasure wash over her. The suit seemed to pulse against her skin, the dildo thrusting deep inside her, hitting all the right spots. As her orgasm crested, she arched her back, feeling the muscles in her back and shoulders stand out in relief against the spandex.
Her muscles ached, but it was a good ache, the ache of a body pushed to its limits. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the suit hugged her curves, accentuating every ripple of muscle. In this moment, she felt invincible. She wondered if she would ever have the courage to compete in a bodybuilding competition, to step out onto the stage and show the world what she was capable of.
Aria knew that the suit was only a part of her transformation, but it had been a crucial one. It had given her the confidence to explore her own strength, to push her boundaries and see what she was truly capable of. She had always been athletic, but the suit had taken her to a new level, making her feel like she could conquer anything. That is why she was at the gym that night - to see if the muscle suit she wore would work to help her compete as a real female bodybuilder.
As she walked through the gym, heads turned to stare at her. Some of the other bodybuilders nodded in approval, recognizing her dedication. Others looked at her with envy, wishing they had the courage to take such a step. She ignored their reactions, focusing instead on her own goals. She found an empty bench press and began warming up, lifting the bar slowly at first, then with more confidence as her muscles loosened.
The weight pinned to the bar was heavy, but she felt strong. She lowered the bar to her chest, feeling the tension in her shoulders and upper back as she strained to lift it again. With a grunt of effort, she pushed upwards, the bar leaving her chest and flying above her head. She felt the burn in her triceps, the same muscles that bulged beneath the spandex suit. She smiled to herself, feeling alive.
Aria moved to the squat rack, selecting a barbell and adding weight to each end. She stepped into position, her feet shoulder-width apart, and bent her knees, lowering her body towards the floor. With each descent, she felt the muscles in her thighs, glutes, and calves engage, pushing her back up again. The suit hugged her curves as she moved, accentuating her muscles with every flex.
She could hear the sound of weights clanging around her, the rhythmic breathing of the other bodybuilders. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, but she found it invigorating. She focused on her form, making sure not to let her knees cave in or arch her back too much. She was aware of the admiring glances she received from some of the other men in the gym, but she ignored them, concentrating on her own performance.
Aria moved to the leg extension machine, carefully positioning herself and adjusting the seat to the right height. With a deep breath, she began to extend her legs, feeling the burn in her quadriceps. The muscles in her thighs flexed and contracted with each repetition, pushing against the resistance. She set the weight slightly higher with each set, challenging herself to go further. The suit molded to her legs, highlighting the definition in her muscles.
After finishing her sets on the leg extension machine, she moved on to the leg curl machine. Her calves already felt the burn from her earlier sets, but she knew she needed to push herself even harder. She lowered herself down, feeling the tension in her muscles as she curled her legs upwards. With each rep, she could feel the muscles in her lower body engaging, growing stronger. The suit clung to her curves, accentuating the muscles in her hamstrings and calves.
Aria took a brief break to rehydrate and stretch, making sure not to lose focus. She walked over to a nearby mirror, admiring her reflection. She could see the definition in her muscles. The suit hugged her body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve and muscle. She felt proud, not just of her physical transformation but also of the confidence she had gained.
Returning to the exercise area, she selected a dumbbell and began performing lateral raises, lifting the weights up and out to the side, feeling the tension in her shoulders and upper back. With each repetition, she visualized herself standing onstage, flexing for the judges. She could hear the announcer calling out the names of competitors, feel the energy of the crowd as they cheered. She knew this was what she wanted, what she was meant to do.
Aria moved to the cable machine, selecting a high pulley. She gripped the handles, bending her elbows and bringing her hands in towards her chest, feeling the burn in her triceps. She extended her arms, straightening her elbows and lowering her hands back out to the sides, then repeated the movement, focusing on keeping her core tight and her form perfect. The suit emphasized every flex and movement, as if it were an extension of her own body.
She switched to the cable row, sitting down on the bench and grasping the handles. She leaned back slightly, engaging her core and lowering her chest towards the ground, feeling the tension in her lats and back. She pushed herself back up, straightening her arms and squeezing her shoulder blades together.
Aria moved to the preacher bench, positioning herself with her forearms resting on the pad and the weights in her hands. She lowered her body, feeling the burn in her triceps as she flexed them, then pressed upwards, straightening her arms and engaging her chest muscles. The suit clung to her skin, accentuating the definition in her arms and shoulders.
Next, she moved to the chest press machine. She adjusted the seat and selected a moderate weight. She placed the barbell on her collarbones, palms facing forward, and pressed upwards, feeling the tension in her pecs. She lowered the weight back down, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth to maintain focus.
Aria continued her workout, moving from one exercise to the next, always ensuring proper form and technique. She felt invincible in her suit, as if she could accomplish anything she set her mind to. Her heart raced, not just from the exertion but also from the excitement of pushing her body to its limits. She could feel the energy of the gym around her, the other bodybuilders cheering each other on, the clanging of weights filling the air.
As she finished up her chest presses and moved on to the cable crossovers, she couldn't help but imagine herself back onstage, posing for the judges. The image of herself in first place, standing atop the podium, flashed through her mind. Then she remembered the dildo function of her suit. She almost forgot in her excitement to try every exercise she could think of. Now it was time to workout her favorite body part - her pussy.
She positioned herself and activated the dildo function of the suit. The pulsating sensation was intense, causing her to grip the handles of the cable crossovers tightly. Her breathing became labored, her cheeks flushed. She moved her hips in rhythm with the vibrations she made the dildo do, feeling the sensation deep inside her. The suit seemed to tighten around her most sensitive areas, amplifying the pleasure.
Aria closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body. The pain of the workout mingled with the pleasure of the dildo, creating a unique sensation that was both exhausting and exhilarating. She could feel every muscle in her body working, every breath she took filling her with new energy. She was in control, in tune with her body, and more confident than she had ever been.
The gym around her faded into the background as she lost herself in the rhythm of the exercises and the vibrations of the dildo. Time seemed to slow down, each movement becoming more deliberate, more powerful. She felt like she could go on forever, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She was about to have an orgasm in public without anyone even knowing.
Aria switched to the leg press, feeling the burn in her thighs as she lowered the weight, the dildo continuing to pulse inside her. She pressed upwards, feeling the tension release as her quads and glutes worked in unison. She moved to the leg extension, focusing on her quads, then the leg curl, working her hamstrings. With each exercise, the sensation of the dildo grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She moved to the leg press again, this time using a heavier weight, feeling the strain in her muscles as she lifted. The dildo pulsed faster, synchronizing with her movements, heightening the sensation. She could feel herself getting closer to orgasm, the pressure building deep within her. She wanted to scream, to let out the release of energy coursing through her veins, but she knew she couldn't. She had to keep going, keep pushing herself, keep proving that she was the strongest, the most powerful.
Aria continued her workout, moving from exercise to exercise, each one building upon the last. The sweat poured down her body, stinging her eyes and dripping onto the floor. But she didn't care. She was in control, and nothing was going to stop her. As she moved to the hip abduction machine, she focused on isolating her glutes, feeling the burn as she worked them to their limit. The dildo inside her did not stop, its relentless rhythm demanding her attention.
She shifted to the seated leg curl, focusing on her hamstrings, feeling the strain as she contracted them. The dildo inside her pulsed in time with her movements, as if it were an extension of her own body. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the orgasm building within her, but she refused to let it control her. She was in control, and she would not surrender that control to the dildo or to the pleasure it gave her. But she couldn't help it. In front of everyone, her pussy let out a torrent of juices and she let out a loud moan.
The sound of her own voice echoed in her ears, and for a moment, she felt self-conscious. But then she remembered why she was here. She was here to push herself, to prove to herself that she could handle anything. And she had done it. She had used the suit to its fullest potential, to work out her body and to bring herself to orgasm in the most public of places. She felt a sense of accomplishment unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The next step was to do this on stage at a bodybuilding competition.
Aria gathered her things, wiping the sweat from her brow. As she made her way to the locker room, she couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of confidence. The suit had become an extension of her, and she knew that she would be able to use it to achieve anything she set her mind to. The other girls in the locker room looked at her with a mix of awe and envy, but she paid them no mind. She knew what she was capable of, and that was all that mattered. She went home to sign up for the next competition - it just so happens it was in a week!
With renewed determination, Aria spent the next few days preparing for the competition. She practiced her poses in front of the mirror, making sure her form was perfect. She researched her competitors, studying their routines and looking for ways to stand out. And of course, she continued to work out, wearing the suit every day to maintain her strength and endurance. The suit was now a part of her, and she felt naked without it.
The day of the competition finally arrived. Aria had never been more nervous in her life, but she knew that the suit would help her focus and perform at her best. She had spent hours getting ready, applying makeup to accentuate her sharper facial features and choosing the perfect hairstyle to frame her face. As she waited backstage, she could feel the energy in the air, the anticipation building as each competitor took their turn on stage.
When it was her turn, Aria stepped out onto the stage, feeling the spotlight hit her like a wave of heat. She took a deep breath and struck her first pose, her muscles taut and her posture perfect. The suit hugged her body, accentuating every curve and ripple of muscle. As she moved through her routine, she felt like she was floating, each movement effortless and precise. In the middle of her routine, she activated the dildo in her suit which added an extra layer to the arousal she was experiencing.
The judges watched her intently, their faces unreadable. She couldn't tell if they were impressed or not, but she knew that she had given it her all. As she finished her final pose, she felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her body. She held the pose for a moment longer, savoring the moment. She couldn't control herself any longer. With a rush of fluids that gushed from her suit, she sprayed pussy juices all over the stage as she came in front of the whole crowd.
The audience erupted into cheers and applause, some of them even whistling. Aria couldn't believe it. She had done it. As she stepped off the stage, she felt a mixture of euphoria and exhaustion wash over her. Her body ached from the effort she had put into her performance, but she knew that it was a good kind of ache. It meant that she had pushed herself to the limit and beyond.
Backstage, the other competitors congratulated her on her performance. They were awestruck by her confidence and her ability to control her muscles. Some even admitted that they were jealous of her. Aria smiled modestly, thanking them for their support. Deep down, she thought about being ashamed of her sexual release on stage.
But then she remembered how good it felt, how powerful she felt when she had given in to her urges. It was a part of her, just like the suit was. And if anyone couldn't accept that, then they weren't worth her time. She loved the feeling of the suit's materials rub against her skin as she moved. It was almost like it was whispering to her, telling her that she had done well, that she was strong, and that she could handle anything life threw at her.
As the night went on, Aria watched as the other competitors took their turns on stage. Some were good, some were great, but none of them could hold a candle to her. She knew that she had the edge, and it wasn't just because of her suit. It was because she had embraced who she was, both inside and out. And when the final award was announced, she wasn't surprised to hear her name called. The crowd erupted into applause as she stepped up to the stage, the suit glistening in the spotlight.
The host of the competition placed a gleaming trophy in her hands, congratulating her on her victory. Aria beamed with pride as she accepted it, knowing that she had earned it through hard work, dedication, and most of all, self-acceptance. As she made her way off the stage, the other competitors surrounded her, congratulating her and asking her for advice.
She spent the rest of the night celebrating with her friends and family, the suit still clinging to her body like a second skin. They all marveled at her transformation, commenting on how confident and self-assured she had become. She knew that it was all because of the suit, because it had given her the strength and courage she needed to embrace who she really was.
