Like a Fertility Goddess by zertus2

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Like a Fertility Goddess

Margaret is what one might call "big-boned". She proves that does not make her weak in the slightest.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written with the help of AI tools with manual adjustments made by me.

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The girls had been laughing at Margaret for nearly ten minutes before they realised that the afternoon was about to become considerably less entertaining for them.

Margaret was difficult to overlook. At five feet eleven, she was taller than all three of them, and her generous proportions made her particularly imposing. She was fifty-six, but possessed a striking, mature beauty that seemed entirely independent of age. Her face was elegant and expressive, with high cheekbones, large hazel eyes, a straight nose and full, sensuous lips. Her complexion was smooth and warmly coloured, and her thick auburn hair, completely free of grey, fell in glossy waves over her shoulders. She had the sort of beauty that made people look twice: confident, womanly and entirely comfortable with itself.

Her figure was equally memorable. Margaret was undeniably overweight, but shapely rather than shapeless. She had a generous bust, broad shoulders, a substantial waist and a distinctly pudgy belly that rounded softly beneath her fitted burgundy exercise top. Her hips were wide, her bottom full and her thighs exceptionally thick. Her calves were substantial, too, while her upper arms were large, heavy and softly rounded. She possessed an abundance of feminine curves, but there was something unusually powerful about her proportions. Even without any visible muscular definition, her limbs had an extraordinary thickness.

She looked like a voluptuous, mature woman who enjoyed her food. She certainly didn't look like someone capable of extraordinary feats of strength.

That was precisely what the three young women watching her found so amusing.

Vanessa, twenty-four, was the ringleader. Blonde, slender and meticulously groomed, she had the polished physique of a fitness influencer: a narrow waist, flat stomach, long legs and lightly defined shoulders. Her friend Chloe was shorter, with a curvier athletic build. She had firm thighs, rounded glutes, a narrow waist and noticeably developed shoulders. Of the three, she was easily the strongest. Jessica, meanwhile, was petite and exceptionally lean, with delicate arms, narrow hips and a tiny waist. She was particularly proud of her flat stomach and often reminded the others how much effort it took to maintain it.

All three were dressed in coordinated gymwear, and all three were preoccupied with the same man.

Alex was twenty-nine, six feet four, and one of the most impressive-looking men in the gym. A competitive bodybuilder, he had enormous shoulders, a broad, deeply developed chest and exceptionally thick arms. His biceps were rounded and prominent, his triceps formed powerful horseshoe shapes, and his forearms were densely muscular. His waist was comparatively narrow, emphasising the dramatic V-shape of his torso. His legs were equally impressive, with huge quadriceps and thick calves. He had dark hair, a handsome face and an easy smile.

Vanessa had been trying to attract his attention since he arrived. She had deliberately chosen a bench near his training area and had spent several minutes performing stretches that seemed designed primarily to display her figure. Chloe had asked him about his training, complimented his shoulders and mentioned that she was considering entering a fitness competition. Jessica had been hovering nearby, smiling whenever he glanced in her direction.

Alex had been polite, but not especially interested. Then Margaret walked past them.

"Good grief," Vanessa murmured. "Look at that."

Chloe followed her gaze and snorted.

"She's enormous."

"That's not a woman. That's a whale."

Jessica giggled.

"She's practically got her own gravitational field."

Margaret was selecting a pair of dumbbells, apparently unaware of the conversation. She moved with the unhurried confidence of someone who had been coming to the gym for years.

Vanessa looked her up and down.

"Honestly, why would you even bother coming here if you look like that?"

"Maybe she's trying to lose weight," Chloe suggested.

"She'd have to lose another person."

The three laughed.

Margaret heard them. She turned, her lovely face showing mild surprise.

"Is there something I can help you with, dears?"

Vanessa smiled maliciously.

"Not unless you've got a forklift, darling."

Chloe laughed.

Jessica looked pointedly at Margaret's middle.

"Careful with those dumbbells. Wouldn't want all that blubber getting in the way."

Margaret studied them for a moment. Her expression remained remarkably composed.

"How charming. Have you girls finished?"

"Oh, don't be sensitive," Vanessa replied. "We're only joking. Although perhaps you'd be more comfortable in the swimming pool. All that lard must make you rather buoyant."

Margaret smiled.

"Thank you for your concern, dear."

She turned back to the weights.

The girls exchanged triumphant looks. They had mistaken her composure for embarrassment, and their amusement only increased.
They had no idea how badly they had misjudged her.

Margaret had been a large woman for most of her adult life, but her relationship with strength training had begun in her thirties. She had initially joined a gym to improve her fitness, only to discover that she possessed an unusually powerful natural build. She had taken to lifting with enthusiasm, and over the following decades had developed an extraordinary amount of muscle. She had never been particularly interested in becoming lean, however. Margaret enjoyed food, disliked restrictive diets and had no desire to spend months pursuing visible abdominal definition. She preferred her body soft, rounded and feminine. She liked her full bust, her generous hips and her pudgy belly. She liked the way her clothes fitted her substantial figure.

Most of all, she liked being strong.

Very strong.

Margaret privately thought of herself as a fertility goddess. She had once seen a prehistoric female figurine in a museum, depicting a woman with generous breasts, broad hips and a rounded belly, and had immediately decided that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She had even bought a little reproduction for her dressing table. She considered herself a modern interpretation of the same ideal: abundant, powerful and unapologetically feminine.

Being skinny, she liked to say, was for cowards.

Today, Margaret had come to train her arms. She had a particular fondness for curls, and had recently been working towards a personal record that she was rather excited about.
She approached the free-weight area and selected a pair of dumbbells.

Vanessa noticed her.

"What's she doing now?"

"Probably looking for something she can actually lift," Chloe replied.

Margaret began warming up with a moderate weight. Her movements were smooth and controlled, and there was something almost deceptive about the way she handled the dumbbells. Her arms looked soft, with no visible muscle separation, but they moved with surprising authority.

The girls continued watching.

"She's got some confidence," Jessica remarked.

Vanessa laughed.

"Confidence isn't the same as ability."

Across the room, Alex was finishing a set of curls with a pair of dumbbells. His arms were magnificent, and Vanessa immediately seized the opportunity to approach him.

"Those look heavy," she said, smiling.

Alex put the weights down.

"Not too bad."

"Your arms are incredible."

"Thanks."

Chloe joined them.

"What's your current curl record?"

Alex smiled.

"Strict dumbbell curls? I usually work with a hundred-pound pair."

Vanessa's eyes widened appreciatively.

"That's insane."

Alex laughed.

"Not really. I've been training a long time."

Vanessa smiled and glanced towards Margaret.

"Unlike some people."

Alex followed her gaze.

And that was when he noticed Margaret properly for the first time.

Margaret had selected a pair of enormous dumbbells. Each one weighed 150 pounds. They were among the heaviest dumbbells in the gym, and even many experienced bodybuilders rarely attempted to curl them. Margaret had placed them beside an adjustable bench, where she was preparing to perform standing curls.

Alex looked twice.

"Hang on."

Vanessa turned towards him.

"What?"

"Those dumbbells."

She followed his gaze.

"Oh, those? She's probably just moving them."

But Margaret was already positioning herself.

She stood with her feet comfortably apart, her tall frame making the heavy weights look slightly less imposing than they were. Her broad shoulders were relaxed, her arms hanging beside her generous hips. Her burgundy top stretched gently over her full bust and pudgy belly, while her leggings emphasised the substantial curves of her thighs and bottom. She bent, grasped the handles and stood upright with both dumbbells.

Alex frowned.

"She's actually going to curl those?"

Vanessa gave a little laugh.

"Apparently."

He stopped smiling.

Margaret settled her stance, drew her shoulders back and began the movement.

Both dumbbells rose.

The first few inches were slow, but then her elbows flexed steadily and the enormous weights continued upwards. Her upper arms transformed before their eyes. The soft flesh tightened, and gigantic muscles began to rise beneath it. Her biceps swelled into enormous rounded mounds, pushing the surrounding body fat upwards and outwards. Her triceps tightened too, making her already substantial arms appear almost cylindrical. There was no sharp definition. No visible veins or dramatic separation. Just an astonishing quantity of muscle, suddenly made visible through its sheer volume.

The dumbbells continued upwards.

Margaret brought them towards her shoulders, paused briefly, and lowered them with complete control. Then she did it again.

Alex stared.

Vanessa's smile disappeared.

Margaret completed a third repetition. Then a fourth. Her face showed concentration, but she wasn't grimacing or throwing her body backwards. She was simply curling the weights with deliberate, controlled movements, as though performing a particularly challenging but perfectly ordinary exercise.

She completed her set and lowered the dumbbells to the floor.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

Alex finally found his voice.

"Good God."

Margaret looked up.

"Something wrong, darling?"

He laughed incredulously.

"How much are those?"

"One hundred and fifty pounds each."

Alex looked at the dumbbells, then back at her.

"Each?"

"Yes."

He shook his head.

"That's fifty pounds more than I curl."

Margaret's eyes sparkled.

"Is it?"

"Fifty pounds more. Per arm."

She gave him a delighted smile.

"Well, perhaps you should eat more."

Alex burst out laughing.

But he was still staring at her arms.

Vanessa looked positively stricken. She had watched Margaret curl more weight than Alex, and the older woman had done it with an ease that made the feat seem almost casual.

"That's impossible," she whispered.

Chloe was staring at the dumbbells.

"She just curled three hundred pounds."

Jessica looked as though she might faint.

"With her arms?"

Vanessa turned towards Alex.

"Are you sure those aren't lighter than they look?"

Alex gave her a disbelieving glance.

"I know what 150-pound dumbbells feel like."

He turned back to Margaret.

"That was incredible."

Margaret smiled, looking thoroughly pleased.

"Thank you, darling."

"Seriously. I've never seen a woman curl that much."

"Well, perhaps you've been looking in the wrong places."

He laughed again.

And Margaret laughed with him.

Their exchange had become remarkably natural. There was an immediate ease between them, an effortless playfulness that neither seemed inclined to resist. Alex was fascinated by her. He had expected to see another gym member struggling with an ambitious weight, but instead he had witnessed a beautiful, mature woman casually outperforming him at one of his favourite exercises. He couldn't stop looking at her.

Her face was lovely, her auburn hair gleamed under the gym lights, and her figure was wonderfully full. Her pudgy belly, broad hips and substantial thighs gave her a voluptuous silhouette, while her enormous arms suggested an entirely different kind of power beneath the softness. He found the combination unexpectedly captivating.

"How long have you been training?" he asked.

"About twenty years seriously."

"That's incredible."

"I've always had a natural aptitude for it."

Alex glanced at her arms.

"I can see that."

Margaret flexed her right biceps. The muscle rose dramatically beneath the soft covering, creating an enormous rounded mound. Her triceps tightened, and her shoulder became a thick, powerful mass. Her arm remained smooth, without any sharply defined contours, but its sheer size was astonishing. Alex's expression changed.

"That's enormous."

Margaret admired herself in the mirror.

"Twenty-seven inches."

"You're joking."

"Not at all."

He shook his head.

"That's bigger than mine."

Margaret looked at his arms, then back at her own.

"Well, yours are very handsome, but I think mine have a little more substance."

Alex laughed.

"I'll give you that."

She relaxed her arm. The enormous muscle disappeared beneath its soft covering, leaving behind the appearance of an unusually thick, fleshy limb. Alex was fascinated.

"You're extraordinary."

Margaret gave him a playful smile.

"Careful, young man. You'll make me blush."

"That would be a shame. You're lovely when you're smiling."

For the first time, Margaret looked genuinely caught off guard. Then her smile widened.

"Oh, you're a charming one, aren't you?"

Vanessa had never felt so thoroughly ignored. She had approached Alex with the expectation that he would be impressed by her physique, but he had barely looked at her since Margaret began lifting. Now he seemed completely absorbed in the older woman.
Chloe was having difficulty hiding her own astonishment. She had considered herself the strongest of the three girls, and she had been proud of her ability to curl twenty-kilogram dumbbells for repetitions. Margaret had just curled nearly seven times that weight.

She approached reluctantly.

"Margaret, how often do you train arms?"

Margaret looked at her.

"Twice a week, usually."

"Twice?"

"Sometimes three times, if I'm feeling particularly enthusiastic."

Chloe glanced at the dumbbells.

"Do you always use those?"

"Not always. I like to vary things."

Vanessa gave an irritated laugh.

"Well, it's not exactly a conventional way to train, is it?"

Margaret smiled.

"Neither am I, darling."

Alex laughed.

Vanessa looked at him sharply.

He didn't notice. Instead, he was asking Margaret about her programme.

"Would you mind showing me how you set up for those curls? I'd genuinely like to see your technique."

"Of course. Come closer."

He stepped beside her. Margaret demonstrated her grip and positioning, explaining how she stabilised her shoulders and avoided swinging the weights. Alex listened attentively, occasionally asking questions. Their shoulders were almost touching.

"Like this?" he asked, mimicking the position.

"Exactly."

"Have I got it?"

"Very nearly. Although you're rather distracting."

Alex looked at her.

"Am I?"

"Terribly."

He grinned.

"I'll try to behave."

Margaret gave him a warm, teasing look.

"I wouldn't want you to."

The girls' humiliation was becoming unbearable. Chloe, determined to salvage something, returned to the dumbbell rack and selected her usual curling weights. She began a set, but her attention kept drifting towards Margaret and Alex.
Margaret was now performing another exercise with a pair of 100-pound dumbbells. She curled them effortlessly for several controlled repetitions, then set them down and began chatting with Alex as though she had merely completed a warm-up.

Vanessa stared.

"She's showing off."

Jessica shook her head.

"She's stronger than Alex."

"She's just fat."

Chloe, who had been watching closely, finally turned towards her.

"She's also got more muscle than either of us will probably ever have."

Vanessa glared.

"Whose side are you on?"

"I'm on the side of reality."

That silenced Vanessa.

Across the room, Margaret laughed at something Alex had said. He was looking at her with an expression that Vanessa had been trying unsuccessfully to inspire for weeks. It wasn't merely admiration for her strength. He was attracted to her. That much was becoming painfully obvious.

He seemed enchanted by her mature beauty, her confidence and the way she carried her generous body. He liked her teasing remarks, her laughter and the fact that she didn't seem remotely intimidated by him. In fact, she appeared to enjoy making him work for her approval.

Vanessa had never seen him so animated.

"Are you going to ask for her number?" she heard Margaret say.

Alex smiled.

"I was working up to it."

"Well, don't take all afternoon. I'm a busy woman."

He laughed.

"Then let me take you for dinner."

Margaret tilted her head.

"Now that sounds promising."

Vanessa's face burned.

Jessica quietly put her dumbbells away.

Chloe sighed.

"Come on. Let's go."

Vanessa looked at her.

"What?"

"Let's go."

"But we haven't finished."

"I've finished."

Chloe collected her bag. Jessica followed immediately. Vanessa lingered for another moment, glaring at Margaret. The older woman noticed and gave her a pleasant little wave.

"Have a lovely evening, dear."

Vanessa turned sharply and marched towards the exit. The other two followed, leaving the gym in a thoroughly undignified huff. Margaret watched them disappear.

"Such pleasant girls."

Alex laughed.

"You're remarkably diplomatic."

"Oh, darling. I can be much less diplomatic."

He grinned.

"I'd like to see that."

By the time Margaret finished her workout, the gym had become considerably quieter. Alex had stayed beside her throughout the remainder of her training, helping her with equipment and offering to return the dumbbells to their racks.
Margaret had insisted on carrying the heaviest ones herself.

"Let me get those," he offered.

"Darling, I can manage."

"I know you can. I'm just being polite."

"Well, in that case, you may carry my water bottle."

Alex laughed and took it from her. They walked towards the changing rooms together, still chatting.

Margaret was enjoying herself enormously. Alex was handsome, charming and clearly interested in her, and she found his attention rather delightful. She hadn't expected to meet anyone quite so attractive when she had arrived that afternoon.
Alex, for his part, was having difficulty taking his eyes off her. He had never encountered quite this combination of beauty, confidence and astonishing strength. Her body was so different from the lean, sharply defined physiques he usually admired in competitive bodybuilding, but he found her abundance of curves increasingly captivating.

He liked her full figure, her thick arms, her generous hips and the soft roundness of her belly. He liked the way her auburn hair fell over her shoulders and the way her eyes sparkled whenever she teased him. Most of all, he liked how effortlessly she made him laugh. At the entrance to the changing rooms, Margaret stopped.

"Well, darling. I've had a lovely afternoon."

"So have I."

"Although I suspect you've spent most of it being distracted."

Alex smiled.

"Entirely."

Margaret raised an eyebrow.

"By my lifting?"

"Not just your lifting."

She looked at him for a moment.

Then she smiled.

"Good answer."

Alex stepped a little closer.

"Can I kiss you?"

Margaret's expression softened into something warmer and more intimate.

"I was beginning to wonder when you'd ask."

He leaned down, and she rose slightly onto her toes.

Their lips met.

It was a warm, unhurried kiss, initially tentative but quickly becoming more confident. Margaret placed one hand against his broad chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, while Alex rested his hand gently at her waist. When they finally parted, Margaret was smiling.

"Well," she murmured, "you're quite good at that."

Alex laughed softly.

"I was hoping you'd say so."

She looked up at him through her lashes.

"Perhaps you can demonstrate again over dinner."

"Nothing would make me happier."

Margaret gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. The muscle beneath his shirt was impressive, but she couldn't resist flexing her own biceps in response.
Alex laughed.

"Still showing off?"

"Always, darling."

He kissed her again. And Margaret decided that the afternoon had been considerably more successful than she'd anticipated. She had lifted more than a competitive bodybuilder, thoroughly silenced three unpleasant young women, and acquired the attention of a handsome man who seemed quite enchanted by her.

A fertility goddess, she reflected, ought to have an admirer. And apparently, she now had one.

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