Bench Press Experiment

[Sieming]

There's not really any character development here. I just wanted to experiment with writing some characters into this scene, so I grabbed three characters from a longer story I'm working on, and threw them into this little experiment.  They are trying to see if some external stimulation can increase their bench press numbers.

Let me know what you think.

Bench Press Experiment

The plates clanged as Mel slid them onto the bar, more weight than she'd tried before. Her tank was already dark with sweat. She stretched out on the bench, rolled her shoulders, and patted her lap.

"Come on," she said, grinning.

Rob hesitated, then straddled her hips, settling where her hips broadened. She was solid under him, quads like stone, steady as the bench. His breath caught at the closeness.

Jenny stood at the head, palms hovering. Her eyes were bright, watchful. The experiment had been Mel's idea, but she was very interested in the outcome.

Mel wrapped her hands around the bar, breath hissing. "Ready."

The weight came down slow, bar slightly denting the swell of her chest before pressing back up. Her arms trembled with the load.

Rob's hands slid up her sides to her shoulders, then in. He traced the hard line of her pecs, fingers slipping across sweat-slick skin. The muscle flexed under him as she pressed. He cupped lower, hands full now, more than full, lifting and squeezing as her chest rose under his palms.

Mel's moan tore out raw. "Yes—God, that helps—"

Jenny's breath hitched. She leaned closer, eyes locked on Rob's hands kneading as Mel's nipples pushed hard against the damp tank.

Another rep. Mel's teeth clenched, arms shaking. Rob's thumbs rolled her nipples through the fabric, and she surged up with a growl, bar rising slightly faster than last time. "Yes—again—"

She lowered, pressed again, sweat dripping down her temple. Rob leaned forward, distracted, fingertips softly teasing over the whole surface now. His hands slid wide, squeezing hard.

The bar came down faster than he expected. His hands were pinned, the bar trapping them against Mel's breasts. He gasped, half in shock, half in wonder, feeling the iron press them deeper into his palms than he planned.

Mel groaned, chest compressed under weight and hand, eyes rolling. "Oh—God—that's—" She drove the bar back up with a roar, Rob's hands clamped tight to her, his erection stiff against her stomach.

Jenny's breath came ragged. She steadied the bar at the top, eyes blazing. "Again," she whispered, almost begging.

Mel's arms shook. Rob slid his hands under the tank top this time. Mel gasped when his fingertips reached her nipples. She shook. He pinched. She screamed. With effort she drove the bar skyward, locked it out, a new record; a big increase.

The bar rattled into the hooks, clanging loud. Mel collapsed, chest heaving, sweat running. Rob smiled above her, fingertips gentler now, the rest of him hard and trembling.

Jenny exhaled a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. She caught the edge of her shirt in each hand and lifted it up, over, and off. Chest bare, nipples taut. "My turn. Let's see if I can PR too."

The bar still hummed from Mel's last set, metal rattling in its hooks. Jenny stepped forward, bare in the gym light, chest rising and falling fast. No softness there—just the hard lines of pecs. She'd worked for them and was proud of them, but didn't expect to get to show them off. Her hands shook as she gripped the bar.

Mel wiped sweat from her face, smirking. "Let's see what you've got." She stood back, arms folded, ready to spot, certain she would need to soon enough.

Rob hesitated, then climbed carefully onto Jenny's lap, settling across her thighs. Her quads held him steady, stronger than he expected. He froze for a second, shocked at the firmness under him, then swallowed. She feels... solid. Is Jenny as strong as Mel?

Jenny's lips pressed tight, her eyes fixed on the bar above. Mel stepped into position at the head, spotting. "Ready?"

Jenny unracked the bar. It sank fast, heavier than she'd ever managed before, arms shaking. Rob's weight shifted against her lap, pressing down. Her breath caught. Too much.

Then Rob's hands slid up her ribs, over her chest, cupping her—no softness, just hard muscle under his palms, flexing as she strained. Her nipples jabbed against his skin, stiff and hot. He squeezed lightly, thumb brushing the hard points.

Jenny gasped—and the bar moved upward, smooth and fierce, locking out.

Mel's eyes widened. "What the—"

Rob's heart lurched. She's stronger. Stronger than Mel? Stronger than me?

Jenny lowered the bar again, sweat dripping down her temples. Rob's fingers pressed harder, tracing muscle, rolling the sharp nubs between his thumbs. Her back arched, pecs straining. With a cry she pressed up, bar flying faster than before.

"God, Jenny," Rob whispered. "You're amazing."

Mel's jaw tightened, pride and shock twisting in her chest.

Jenny lowered again. Rob leaned down. Nothing but hardness and points below him now. When he pushed, she pushed back and the bar started to rise. No gentle caresses here. When he tried to knead them, he didn't make a dent. Just the tightness of her body, the points of her arousal. She cried out, whole frame jolting—and slowly moved the bar toward the sky.

Rob moaned against her, clutching her chest, feeling the muscle flex, the sharp hardness push into his palms.

"Jesus," Mel muttered, watching, heat burning in her stomach. She's stronger than me. Already.

But Jenny was stalling now. Slowing. Losing momentum. She wouldn't finish this one. Mel reached out to grab the bar just as Rob leaned down and took one sharp point into his mouth. Jenny breathed out hard just as Mel sucked in a sudden breath. Rob's tongue and Jenny's arms worked together to finish the last rep.

Jenny racked the bar with a clang that echoed through the room. She collapsed gasping, chest heaving, nipple still tight under Rob's tongue.

Rob slid down against her, lips lingering, fingers exploring every ridge and edge of her chest. He was hard against her stomach, trembling with awe. "You're... unbelievable," he whispered.

Jenny clutched his shoulders, laughing breathlessly through her ragged breathing. "Told you I'd catch up."

Mel stood frozen, eyes wide, sweat cooling on her own skin. For the first time, she had no quick grin, no quip. Only the sight of Jenny beneath Rob, stronger, harder, triumphant.

The plates clanged as Rob slid them onto the bench. More weight than he'd ever tried. His palms were already slick, breath short just thinking about it.

Mel wiped her forehead with the hem of her tank. "You've spotted us. Time for us to return the favor."

Jenny stepped forward, bare skin gleaming in the harsh light. She straddled his hips, settling upright onto his lap. Her thighs squeezed against him, firm and solid, heat radiating through thin fabric. Rob's breath caught, chest heaving before he even touched the bar.

Mel leaned over his head, fingers curling around the steel. "We've got you," she murmured. "Now push."

Rob unracked the bar. The weight dropped fast, coming down harder than he expected. His arms trembled at once, breath hissing.

Jenny shifted on his lap, slow, deliberate. Her warmth pressed into his hardness, grinding just enough to make him gasp. She caught his eyes, her own blazing, and whispered, "Up."

He pressed, groaning, the bar rising an inch at a time. Every grind of her hips sent a shock through him, heat flooding. His arms screamed, but the bar locked out.

"Again," Mel barked.

The bar lowered. Rob's elbows flared, chest straining. Jenny rolled her hips again, firmer, and his head fell back with a gasp. God—she's making me—

"Don't quit," Jenny whispered, hands braced on his stomach. Her voice was steady, even as her body trembled faintly with each grind.

He pushed, arms shaking, groan breaking raw from his throat. The bar rose, locked, clanged in the hooks.

Mel smirked. "Not bad. But there's more in there." She tugged her tank over her head, bare now, sweat streaking between her massive breasts. She leaned forward, spotting, nipples swaying just above his face.

Rob's eyes went wide. The bar unracked again, sank, pressed into his chest. He nearly lost it. His hands shook, grip faltering.

Jenny rocked harder, feet leaving the ground, thighs clamping his hips. "Look at Mel," she demanded, voice sharp. "Push. For me." She rocked again and again.

Rob gasped, vision swimming. Too much. They were so strong. He was so close.

Mel bent lower, her breasts hanging heavy, letting her nipples touch the bar as it stalled. "Don't drop it, Rob," she purred. "Not with both of us watching."

The bar crawled upward, inch by inch. Rob's arms shook violently, his stomach clenching under Jenny's grip. His erection throbbed, grinding up into her heat, every thrust of his hips answering her slow, steady roll.

"Last one," Jenny whispered, breath hot against his ear now. "Show me."

He raised the bar, teeth gritted, body quaking. Jenny rocked harder, faster, her face flushed, sweat dripping down her temple. Her voice cut sharp, breathless: "Yes—yes, Rob—push!"

He roared, driving the bar upward. His hips jerked hard against her, his whole body shuddering as release tore through him. He gasped, the weight slamming into the rack with a clatter.

Jenny clutched him, trembling, grinding once more as he shook beneath her. Mel steadied the bar with one hand, chest heaving magnificently above him, eyes wide with shock and pride.

Rob collapsed against the bench, chest heaving, sweat dripping into his eyes. Jenny stayed straddled, breathless, hair sticking to her flushed face.

Mel tossed her tank aside, still leaning over, her grin fierce. "New record," she murmured. "On all counts."

New rankings. Rob thought, but oddly enough, he didn't mind.

[Sieming]

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[Sieming]

Yeah, I've wanted to write something like this for a while. As a bonus, it's the spiciest bit that I've ever written. I didn't know how that would turn out. 

[Wookey]

This is a story that needs to be continued. Maybe even with a background chapter about the three characters.

[Ophaki]

Great. And when will we see this "longer story you're working on"?

[Sieming]

Great. And when will we see this "longer story you're working on"?

It's sitting at about 103,000 words right now. It involves these three people, but it is much more of a slow burn than this experiment. But this could fit into the story in maybe 8,000 more words.

As far as when you'll see the longer story, I was maybe two weeks away from starting to post it, but then a stupid idea occurred to me that will require some rewriting, and a few additional chapters. So... More than two weeks?

[taoschild]

excellent description - would love to see more of this with a story arc.
Thanks for sharing!