"We have to do something about Cindy, honey"
I was extremely worried about my only daughter. At the verge of turning 15, Cindy was a lonely girl who didn't have any friends and spent much time playing videogames and eating junk food. That led her to reach what I assumed was over 150 pounds of flabbiness around her 5'4"-ish height. It worried me. It worried me that she might be scared physically as her body felt through time what obesity could bring, but also mentally and psychologically.
My wife shared the worries with me, but didn't seem willing to do something about it
"We could try to take her to a doctor, perhaps..."
"Oh, c'mon. How many times have you seen that work? Cindy needs to take a grip of her life and start eating right and exercising, like we do."
It was true. My wife had always been quite fit, being a cheerleader all the way through college - which, I must say, was one of the reasons I was attracted to her in the first place, as I've always enjoyed a fit, strong woman. And I, despite not having a sports background, still ran regularly, having completed 2 marathons at the age of 45. I took so good care of my body that I had bought a few gym equipment for our basement. Nothing too fancy, but it provided me a good workout with some of those do-all apparatus, an adjustable bench, some plates and bars, and a dumbbell kit.
"Plus, you know how this goes, babe. I hate to say it, but I know how boys her age think. No man her age will want to go on a date with her, will feel attracted to her. And a lonely chubby girl is an easy target. She will be enticed by false promises and end up doing something she might regret for her life" I was being honest. I know boys want to get laid, no matter what. And if they can't score the hot girls on campus, sure, they'll settle for someone like Cindy.
"Oh, shut up Paul. We raised her better than that"
"I know we did, honey. But the fact is that eventually she will be emotionally vulnerable. Tell you what. Tomorrow I'll try to bring her along to my daily workouts. Let's see if she joins me"
"Alright, you can try that - again. Maybe the third time is a charm. But I still think we should see a doctor"
The next day I indeed invited/summoned Cindy to join me on my evening workout. I was expecting some resistance from her, but instead she seemed eager to do it. It cheered me up. As we both warmed up on the treadmill I told her that if she wanted to, I could put up a workout plan for her to lose weight without losing much muscle mass, but it required commitment from her end, from eating to resting to training. She complied and made many more questions about it than I could have predicted. It was like she was really into the whole idea, and my invite was the final push she was needing. Over the next four months Cindy did everything she was supposed to, and results were showing. She had lost about 20 pounds of fat and her clothes looked looser. her face also looked thinner. Had just turned 15 my sweet girl was almost a 'normal' kid size wise. She had learned properly all about the exercises we could do in our basement, and was very dedicated to it.
It was a regular Saturday morning and we had just finished our joint workout when Cindy asked me something I'd normally consider her quitting, but It sounded different this time
"Dad... do you think it's okay if I started working out on different hours than you? I mean... I really prefer a morning workout, and I know you leave home early for work."
In other times I would say she is coming up with an excuse to quit, but this time I trusted her. She was happy with her achievements as well
"Sure, honey. If it fits you better, I see no problem with it. Plus you already know your way around those weights" I smiled at her, and she smiled back at me.
As months went by I started getting a bit worried. Cindy's clothes seemed to be filling in again, and her food intake had increased a lot. Yeah, it was somewhat leaner and healthier, but still a lot of food for someone trying to lose weight. The only thing that made me more relaxed was my wife telling me that Cindy was in fact going to the basement everyday, as she was always coming back up completely sweaty by the time my wife was cooking breakfast for them. So maybe my daughter was only going through some hormonal growing phase that made her hungrier or something.
It's been more than a year now since I let Cindy 'on her own'. Although I was still concerned with her health, the fact that she had turned into a happier, more active teenager suggested me that everything was better, and added to some work problems I was facing, I stopped micromanaging her food and workouts that much.
It was another Saturday morning, and we were alone for the weekend, as my wife travelled back to her parent's home for some aunt birthday which both me and Cindy got away from with work/school excuses.
I woke up oddly early and since I couldn't go back to sleep, I figured I could go for a training session early. I dressed up, gobbled some pre-workout food and headed downstairs. As I was reaching the bottom of the stairs, I noticed Cindy there. She had some black Adidas sweats on, fully covering her body. I was about to say hi when my eyes noticed the bar on her hands. Cindy was doing barbell curls with an EZ Bar, and she wasn't exactly lifting light. In fact, I realized she didn't bother to lower the weights I had used last night. I was shocked. How was that possible?
As my mind was still processing the whole thing, Cindy saw me through he mirror and greeted me
"Oh, hi Dad! Up so early? Care to join me?"
"I, erm... hi, hon. Sure... what-what are you doing today?"
"Well, arms and legs, actually... but hey, why don't you warm up your curls as I go through some squats? Then we can go together" Cindy pointed to the ez-bar she had just racked back.
"S-sure..." I walked towards the bar and unloaded it to my warmup weight. Cindy smiled at me and walked around, grabbing 2 45lbs plates. With them on her hands, Cindy took her sneakers off
"You know, they say it's better if you do these with your feet on the ground" and then she started doing sumo squats next to me.
My mind drifted off to the image I was seeing. Cindy didn't seem chubby at all. Even beneath her sweats, her abs looked flat. And doing such exercise with all that weight, she in fact looked very fit. Fitter than I could have expected, and fitter than even her mom, from what I remembered.
She finished her set and her voice seemed to be coming from far away
"Phew, this is tough. Plus this sweatpants are restricting my movement" and with that Cindy took off her pants, stepping aside from them. I gulped as I saw for the first time in God knows when my daughter's lower body. Cindy's quads were pretty ripped, and they bulged at each rep. Her butt as well was big and round, but looked very, very solid. It's wrong to tell, but I have to admit her bottoms were hot as hell. Even her calves looked pumped and solid.
"So, you done with your warmups there, daddy? Can we go back to the serious weights?"
I was taken out of my trance
"Y-yeah, sure"
Cindy reloaded the EZ bar with the weight she was using and did 10 perfect curls with it. Then she handed me the bar. I did the same 10 reps, feeling the burn on my biceps on the last 3 or 4. I was breathing hard as I replaced the bar back on the rack.
Cindy added 5 pounds on each side of the bar, grabbed it and did another 10 reps. I felt cornered. I wasn't sure of what to do, so in an automatic reaction, I grabbed the bar and tried to mimic her. I only managed 7 reps, and I struggled with the last.
Without saying a word, Cindy added another 5 pounds on each side. She went for 6 reps, grunting on the last two. Her grunts came to my ears somewhat challenging, somewhat sexy. I looked at her. Her eyes were cold. They deviated from mine to the bar, defying me. Not sure why, I did what they were telling me to do. I tried to curl that, but I barely got two, and I had to swing the weights for that. Cindy smiled at me. She added a small plate of 2,5lbs on each side and unracked the bar again. She curled it 3 times.
"Care to try?" this time she was vocal about the challenge. I didn't know how to respond. I grabbed the bar, but immediately realized it was too much. I eventually tried to curl it, at least once, but failed. I looked at her, trying to say something, but no words came.
"How does it feel, dad? Realizing your sweet little daughter is stronger than you?"
Her voice was ice. There wasn't anything sweet about it. It sounded resentful. I should have stayed quiet, but my male ego came into play before I could stop it
"I-I'm not sure you're... stronger, Cindy You're..."
She sniped me with her look.
"Dad" she said, before pulling her sweats above her head and dropping it to the ground. My jaw dropped. Cindy's abs weren't only flat, they had the faint lines of a six pack. But what shocked me the most was the size of her shoulders and arms. Her shoulders were fully capped, seemed like grapefruit sized. Her chest and back looked wide - that's what made her clothes look snug.
Cindy went on as she raised both her arms into a double bicep pose "Are you sure I'm not stronger than you?" Her biceps peaks popped up as she brought her elbows to a right angle. Even her triceps showed off their sheer volume in this pose. I knew I couldn't match those muscles, in shape, size or strength, immediately. Even worse, I was feeling aroused by her demonstration of power and dominance. And by her muscles. I felt my dick hardening and blushed instantly. Cindy noticed. She smiled mischievously.
"You know, dad, I heard you talking about me a long time ago. What was it? 'No boy will feel attracted to her' you said, if I'm not mistaken" she came closer to me, now flexing her chest muscles "What do you think now, dad? Do you think some boy might me attracted to me?" she stepped even closer, now feeling the stiffness under my shorts against her abs, which were solid as rock "Cause from where I'm standing, it feels like even grown men can be attracted to me, am I right?"
I stepped back and stumbled, falling sit on the workout bench. I looked up at Cindy, who from this angle looked like some sort of greek statue coming into life. I then looked away
"Look at me, father" she demanded. I obeyed. Cindy flexed her quads powerfully, right before my eyes
"Tell me, dad. Do you feel... what are the words? "Emotionally vulnerable" right now? Or just physically? Cause let me tell you, you are physically vulnerable near me. Near my muscles" She stroke another bicep pose. I shivered.
"Now, why would you say such things, dad?" Cindy's voice became warmer, and I saw tears on her eyes "Why didn't you trust me to make good decisions? Why did you had to make me prove it to you? That I can be focused, that I can chose correctly for my own. And the price we had to pay for it is my respect towards you. It's gone. Now please leave" Cindy was crying now. I felt her pain, and tried to apologize
"Cindy, I..."
"Now!" she roared and her muscles contracted all around, causing me the sensation I had no say in this. I left and let her alone