YouTube Star - 2068 [FMG]

Poddy · January 01, 2019, 05:40:28 PM

Office Attire

"Hi guys, 1 Rep Maxine here! Back with another handy guide for all my lil' meatheads out there." a young, blonde 22-year old waves into the camera, her crystal blue eyes dazzle, her skin is creamy and flawless under the professional lighting. An extremely short-sleeved T-shirt barely conceals her cue-ball shoulders, while gentle blue veins threading down each arm hint at a potent athleticism that belies her cute girlish appearance.

Perky breasts lift and stretch the word 'ROIDS' across her chest, as well as reveal her bumpy midriff and bellybutton sunken among her abs. Ropey sinews in her forearms ripple in the bright lighting. Yet overall, she still cuts the figure of an ordinary, albeit beautiful, young woman.

"Welcome back to my private gym-slash-studio. You might be able to tell actually.." she crosses her wrists and tight knots pop in her biceps. "...but I need a little bit more detoxing after my review of a week-long cycle of DiaMax, which apparently you all seemed to enjoy as much as I did." she jerks both of her perky breasts and winks. "Thank you for all the awesome comments and feedback from that video, and shout out, of course, to the guys and gals at Cryo-Tank for my X92 Cryotherapy Chamber - without them and that awesome little repair egg, and a crap load of OJ - none of these videos would be possible, and then who would you go to get all the lowdown on everything FMG for all you budding, iron-pumping, Snu-Snu dealing, ass-kickin' Amazons out there? I don't even want to think about!" She shakes her head with a swish of the hand.

"Anyway um... so since I'll still be unwinding for another day or two, I wanted to show you something I made a little while back. A vid is based on a question I got from one of my fans, Lacey in New York."

The screen wipes, bright, cursive text arcs her Maxine's head. 'Best office outfits for muscle girls' Maxine looks up and runs her palms underneath.

"So, say, you're using CalorBoost, right? So, you work out - on an empty stomach - in the morning, then as you eat your meals over the day, that sweet instant recovery and repair starts blowing you up. But! You're giving a presentation when you start reaping all those deep squats you did in the A.M, and suddenly your beefy new wheels are bursting out of your skirt, and the veins on your quads are rising higher than your company's quarterly profits. Been there, girl!

"That's why today, I'm going to show you some outfits that allow for some, uh personal development without infringing on your professional development.

"Like I said, I actually filmed this one a few weeks back before my last review, so say bye-bye to these guys!" Maxine flexed her biceps. Either side of her playful frown, tennis-ball biceps bulged under her glossy skin, while the sleeve of her shirt slipped higher to reveal the edge of her crater-like armpits. She drops the pose with a giggle and winks.

The screen wipes. Maxine stands in full view, a long pencil skirt hugging her tulip hips stopping just below her knees. The waist of the black garment ran up her midriff to her naval, where a tucked, white, long-sleeved buttoned blouse wrapped snugly around her torso. While retaining her exquisite hour-glass shape, the tight muscles that sculpted her upper body had vanished. Likewise, her calves, even in black heels, were flat and long and smooth without a vein in sight.

"So, this is what you're probably working in. Something clean, classic, professional but flattering." she turned around, showing her peachy backside.

"Now, let me show you the problems a lot of you might be facing if you have a little spurt in the workplace." Draped over a railing on the side is a dark grey belt. She slips it gently off into her palm - handling it carefully like a snake. She holds it towards the camera.

"So I'm going to use Alpha-Zone's Power Belt um.." it holds her gaze a few moments. "because it's completely scaleable - I can bulk up and down with just a twist." she rotates the belt and shows a numbered dial from 0 to 12. She hooks it around her narrow waist. Her breasts already test the holes between the buttons in her blouse as she does.

"For demonstration purposes, it's set to 'max' for Maxine, hah." she sweeps her shimmering platinum blonde from her eyes. Her midriff, even behind the inch-tall belt and her skirt starts pumping faster. "So, I'm going to get 10 kilos of mass per twist." Maxine lets out a soft, shaking sigh.

"Ok, here we go." The camera goes split-screen. One filming face-on, another profile. She pinches the dial with her thumb and index finger. 'Click'.

Instantly, her hands become little white fists. Her elbow wrenches back and her midriff presses forwards. Maxine lets out a girlish grunt. Her clothes creak in complaint as taut ripples stretch across her skirt. The sides of her legs suddenly curve outwards. Her knees kink together as her expanding thighs pack the space under her pencil skirt. A pair of striated teardrops shudder into view.

Lats start to flare from her back. The gaps between the buttons on her blouse open slowly. Maxine's lips snarl. Her head tilts to one side as her shoulders ball up into tight spheres. Her jaw slackens for just a second, before her forearm thickens with bristling sinews. An aggressive peak in her bicep drives out of her arms towards the humming belt around her bucking midriff.

From the side, her skirt nuzzles tighter between her ripening glutes. Heart-shaped calf muscles clench in the backs of her legs, as her whole body flexes and fills all over.

"Oooffffffff..." rattles from her quivering body. Just 10 kilos, in that outfit, have resculpted her into a poorly-disguised superheroine. She kneads her fists, lifts her head and straightens her back. Her wet eyes ripple in the bright camera lights. Her pupils narrow again as she blinks back into herself.

"Alright." she huffs. "This shows how if you're on a smaller dose or a less aggressive product, you can just about show up at 9 as Jennifer Walters and clock out as She-Hulk." she hunches forward slightly and lifts her biceps carefully, clearly constricted by her straining clothing.

"But - I know a lot of my gap pals eat lunch at their desk. And a lot of them don't even leave the house without packing on at least 20 tight kay-gees, soooo..." she shrugs and smiles at the camera. Her hand reaches for the dial around her waist. 'Click'.

Her knees buckle and knock together. Her smile etches deeper into her face as her waist becomes even more pinched between her yawning lats and thickening thighs. As her sculpted muscles are supercharged again, her sleeves slide up her vein-stricken forearms. Her biceps and delts race each other to new levels of fullness. Across her widening back, the blouse is pulled flat and smooth, revealing her bra strap.

"Ohh fffuck..." she pants. Her fringe shakes on her forehead. Her crinkled little nose hisses, and suddenly 'rrrrriiip'.

Side-on, the seams running down the sides of her thighs give. Her pencil skirt bursts open, revealing an electric pylon V of straining thread. Her body seems to press the advantage. Her lower back kinks forwards and her glutes pulse wider and higher. Her pecs spread and deepen, and the holes between her blouse buttons stretch wider, teasing her pink, polka dot bra.

She clutches her wrist across her stomach and pulls her elbows back. Ripples bunch in both her armpits and 'ping' a button shoots off at the camera. Maxine chuckles through her clenching jaw.

"God, I do love this thing." she huffs at last, blushing and catching her breath. She is practically pouring out of her disheveled outfit as she trembles and lets her muscle settle at their newly pumped up, large physique model size. She looks at herself, knowing that she could probably shred her whole outfit off if she wanted. She teeters awkwardly with her arms hanging out at her sides, not wanting to test her clothing too much to ruin the demonstration.

"So, now imagine it's lunch time. You've got your two breasts of lab-grown, protein-boosted chicken and, let's say, some Ultradense carbs - 15% off from the link in my bio - on the side. Look what happens when I sit down." she pulls an office chair from out of shot in view. She gingerly turns side-on and lowers her backside with her knees awkwardly pinched together. Even still, the skirt tears loudly, getting wider and wider as it reaches the apex of her quads. Maxine looks in the camera and can't stop a smile as she sees the skirt race up her powerful legs.

"Ok, the eagle has crash-landed. But what if I have to type?" she reaches out her arms to an imaginary keyboard. The blouse creaks across her back - restricting her shoulders and leaving her hands propped in the air like a puppet.

"And perhaps most incriminating of all." she spins her chair towards the camera with her knees together. With a resigned but goofy grimace, her knees tilt apart. Her matching pink panties come into full view.

"Not ideal when you want to be taken seriously. So, what to do?!" she puts her finger on her cherry chin. "Well, I'm going to de-pump, slip into some other outfits and go through the pros and cons so you can find the absolute bestest choice for you that lets you be a total She-Alpha in the boardroom, without you getting fired for being too damn sexy."

The screen wipes.

Maxine reappears in a similar outfit as the one she just destroyed. The belt around her tight waist was back at zero. Her tall slender body holds none of the powerful musculature from moments ago. Her blouse is now pink and high-necked, with wide U-shaped frills sweeping over her bust. A new black pencil skirt hugs her hips and thighs, only this time with thin white lines running down each side.

"This outfit looks a little bit like the last one, right? But, the lovely peeps at You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login have actually made some tweaks that take care of the exact problems I just showed you."

She runs her fingers down the white lines on her skirt. With her pinkies outstretched she reaches to the hem of the skirt and pinches two zips. Cocking her hips, she turns to the camera and draws them up her thighs to beside her backside. "And you'll see what happens with the blouse. Check it out." Maxine shuffles back a step and plants her feet shoulder-width apart.

She clicks up the belt two notches. Without breaking eye contact, her body shivers. Ripples instantly roll across her skirt and blouse. Square-ish abs creak into view through the pink blouse. Her chin tips towards the ceiling as her back bulges outwards and her chest and shoulders rise. The hem of her skirt stays in place, even as her glute shelf bursts outwards with juicy new curves, stopping just below her powerbelt. The white lines of the skirt stretch open, revealing Maxine's glossy, expanding thighs under a white spandex mesh. Her hamstrings bulge and test her tight pencil skirt further, but it stays below her knees - only the imprint of her heart-shaped quads teasing the tight musculature of her legs.

"Nnnggghhh..." Maxine wriggles her fingers. Her pale skin becomes clearer through the thinning mesh. Her ripening glutes tug them even further apart and the widest curves of her muscular new quads pouring out and into view. Then the frills across her front start to bunch together. Maxine puts her fists beside the belt and wills herself to ripen further outwards. Pink-covered lats creak into view from the front, and the frills scrunch tighter on her expanding chest. With a stifled moan, her chest and arms shudder thicker. The clutch of ripples clenches into a flower-like bunch. Maxine looks down. The fronds of her hair shake as the dwindling final pulses of muscle ripple through her.

"Whew!" she sweeps her fringe from her eyes and pivots on the spot, before pulling over a chair and confidently planting herself in it. Every part of her, barring a centimetre or two, is still as covered as 20 kilos ago.

"Pretty nifty, huh?" she beams, playfully rotating from side to side. "I can still type." she reaches her arms outwards freely. "And I'm not flashing anybody, unintentionally." she crosses her powerful legs. "And while I'm obviously a lil' beefed up under here, I'm not quite as distracting as I was in the last outfit. In fact, I could probably go up another 2 or 3 clicks - and I'm wearing a size small by the way! SnuSnu makes these in up to XL - I'll put the links to their store in the description below - which they say can handle up to one hundred and fifty kilos of pure lady-muscle - so whatever your size - wherever you work - I'm sure this'll work out for you. I love how simple it is. The zips and spandex mesh in the skirt keep everything really comfortable and flexible." she crosses her legs. The spandex slits yawn open, but elegantly contain her long powerful legs.

"And if can't figure out the blouse. It's also a nylon-lycra blend - plus these strings run through the seams, the arm-holes and down the back - so any tightness from your buff new torso gets taken up by the string and it even gives you a nice little flourish just to remind you how much you're packing under there - not to mention a handy warning to grating colleagues." she plants one foot forward, swings her arms up and slowly, with clenched fists, hugs the arm. Her upper body bulges and pours outwards in her most muscular pose, and the makeshift flower coils even tighter and smaller. She grins at the camera as a thick vein throbs in her neck.

The screen swipes. Maxine reappears in a new outfit that slopes around her normal, toned body. The powerbelt hugging her waist is reset to zero.

"So, in most offices nowadays, arms are no big deal. For some reasons quite unbeknowst to me though, shoulders still seem to draw a lot of attention and fall foul of some dress codes. I know it depends on your culture, both country and office, but I think I have a solution if you feel like your pumpkins might cause a ruckus.

"This is super classy, classic. SnuSnu has given me this fitted, high-necked, beautiful dark green houndstooth number." Maxine is wrapped from neck to knee in a body-hugging dress. She lifts her exposed arms theatrically and spins like a ballerina. Cream white stripes sweep down her sides and through the sloping hourglass contours of her waist. Smooth shoulder joints cover her angled shoulders. She runs her hands down the tightly woven laces on the centre of her midriff, from her neck to just below her breasts. Spiraling horizontal lines wrap around narrow skirt about a few inches apart, while the power belt accents her waist in the sensual dress that stops just below her knees.

"Now I know what you're saying: '1 Rep Maxine! How are your yoked-ass pumpkin delts gonna stay under there?!'" she looks at both high-sleeve shoulders of her outfit. "Well, I'm glad you asked. 4 words: Microfibre Nylon-Lycra blend." There is a shimmer to the fabric as the poses in the bright lights.

"Probably the best thing since sliced bread and the legalisation of performance enhancers in '62, because it lets you recreate so many classic designs that still can meet the demands of us growing girls." The dress was already much more revealing than the last. The fabric ripples with every movement, while the hem of the skirt threatens to break free and reveal her legs with one false step.

"It's definitely not the only neat feature either." Maxine gestures to bow-like ribbon at her collar. She hooks a finger into the silk knot and shuffles it looser. "Lemme just give myself a little more room here." The corset-tight slopes of her waist sag slightly.

"Let's see if I can't fill out this skimpy little thing." She clears her throat, and gives one final, sensual glance to the camera. 'Click - click - click - click - click'.

Her eyelids flutter and she sucks down a shaking gasp. Her chest punches outwards suddenly. The laces tremble and become taut as her upper body shudders more and more muscular. The high elastic sleeves squeeze around her expanding arms. Pinched veins fatten across them both, plunging past her elbows.

"Huppp..." she bites her lip. Her knees knock. The hem of her dress starts to rise as her quads fill out, thumping with thickness all over. She winces as her abs rock her hips. They thump bigger and harder, and the laces on her front tighten further. In a few more grunts, it looks as constricting as at the start, squeezing her waist into an achingly sexy hourglass.

With a signature head-jerk, the rounded edges of her delts inflate. Approaching twice the size she was before, the dress creaks and ripples over the deepening striations juddering into her shoulders. Maxine draws them back, the shrink-wrapped dress holds on, her delts blooming out into shiny, but perfectly-sealed green cannonballs.

Her bulging biceps rival her shoulders as their peaks drive upwards in a trembling flex. With her jaw trembling and body quaking, Maxine deftly reaches up and loosens the laces a little more. A moment later, her lats bulge outwards and the laces squeeze a stifled, orgasmic gasp from her lips.

Meanwhile the bottom of her dress has slid up to reveal her bodybuilder thighs rubbing arrhythmical together. The aftershocks of growth ripple through her, locking her legs and edging the hem a few millimetres higher still.

Maxine blows her lip from her tooth and runs her shaking fingers through her hair. With her eyes closed, she pauses for a moment with hands on her head. A crater-like armpit spills into view. "I know what you're thinking..." she pants. One eye drunkenly opens before the other and looks down at her thighs. Above the heart-shaped bulges by her knees, thick, woven fillets pack her shamelessly exposed thighs.

Slowly, she reaches down to the hem of her skirt and pulls. The dark green fabric lowers evenly in one figure-hugging sheet. It slips over her kneecaps, and barring the sweeping, alluring arcs of her quads, she is modest and concealed again.

"Voila! Not a single salacious sinew in sight." she spins elegantly. "And that was 5 clicks if you were counting. Give me a slanty hat with some berries in it and you'd call me a wasp from the 1920s." Stuffed into the outfit, she struts up and down with racy, rocking hips. The tightness of the outfit only makes her bodybuilder muscles seem even more pumped and eager to burst free, but the garment hugs and covers her obediently.

"This is my favourite testament to the resilience of this thing." she straightens both her arms and places them side by side down her torso. She pulls back her wrists and makes the meaty sinews bunch and almost match the width of her waist. "Love it." she coos quietly, ogling her forearms and the view in the camera. "And if it wasn't already awesome enough." she turns her juicy backside to the camera. "Bonus booty scrunch!" as she clenches her thick glutes, ripples scrunch in the fabric at the top of her ass." Maxine giggles. "I'd actually be exciting to go to work if I could wear something like this every day."

The screen wipes.

"Last but not least, the one, the only, the turtle neck and jeggings combo. You should'a probably guessed this one was coming. But it's a classic - and this one comes with a little twist - kind of like I do in this powerbelt." she splutters into giggles and covers her mouth bashfully. "I might leave that one in." The screen wipes.

"And we're gonna do it a bit differently." she shuffles the power belt with the dial behind her and out of sight of the cameras. "To show you just how discrete a knitted this SnuSnu turtle neck is, I'm going to crank up the power belt, and I want you to guess how high the dial is." she licks her lips and grins. "Some of my long-time subscribers know my what my max looks like, but in a woolen T-neck, I think you'll be hard pressed. Anyway, no peeking." she steadies her legs and curls one arm behind her back.

With a long twist, her back pins upright. She closes her eyes and lets out a stifled, excited huff. Maxine clenches her fists and the bright blue denim pattern on her leggings immediately starts to stretch. Three separate hunks of muscle bulge in both her thighs. Her hips buck. Her knees buckle briefly, and the corners of her glutes ripen into view from the front. She huffs loudly into the thick neck. Small holes between the woolen threads start to appear across her chest. Her torso shudders roughly, she spasms one way with a quiet grunt, and arcing curves bloom in her shoulders. Her other delt soon follows. Her face struggles to keep her composure as more muscly layers pile on to her and she fills more and more of the screen. She straightens her arms and her wrists twist as her arms thicken suddenly. Her lower back kinks forwards. Her lips snarl, and her pecs thumped outwards. Two wide, shield-shaped mounds rise across her chest.

"Hooahhh - shit." she pants, unhooking the turtle neck from her chin. "Such a rush." she flexes her arm and a big black ball fills every space between her shoulder and elbow. She cocks her hips and points her toes forward. Her bulky thighs burst above her kneecaps, the skin-tight jeggings leaving nothing to the imagination around her woven quads.

"Alright - how many notches, do you think?" she plants her hands on her hips and flares her lats as hard as she can. Her silhouette yawns into an imposing X-frame, but the thick sweater smooths furthest reaches of her physique with sloping, feminine curves.

"Give yourself a pat on the back - if you're skinny enough - if you said 7." she chirps. "That's right - 70 extra kilos of me under here. Would you guess, though?" she shrugs with her tiny-looking hands open and her pretty face beaming. "This is certainly for the most modest of Mandy's among you. There's really only one way to show your colleagues what you've got going on under here." Maxine grabs a thick stack of papers from out of shot, then a hole-puncher. She shuffles the wad of pages under its teeth. She squeezes with a soft grunt. The paper creaks, her knuckles glow and shake. 'Bunnff!' the hole-puncher bites shut. A sultry, confident grin spreads across Maxine's face. She tosses the flayed pad over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry I've gotta peek." she rolls up her sleeve. A twitching network of twig-thick veins on her beefy forearm coaxes an awe-struck huff from her lips. Maxine ogles herself a little longer than usual. "Probably the only drawback is that you actually can't tell just how thick'n'tight you are without sneaking off to the supply closet. Anyway, the white modesty spandex under-lining is really clever touch - super comfy, no chaffing, and you may have even tried it yourself, but with ordinary knitted sweaters, my nipples have always found a way of er, 'threading the needle' joining the conference. But with this one, no such problem. SnuSnu just keep knocking it out of the park."

The screen wipes.

"C'maaan. You didn't think I was gonna leave you hangin' with that coy ensemble, did you? You should all know me better than that by now." Maxine runs her thumbs up and down suspenders. A thinner maroon sweater with vertical threading fit snugly around her bikini body. With her power belt back at zero, egg-shaped holes in the sweater expose her sharp, un-pumped shoulders and a thin teardrop window above her breasts teases her flat chest. The thin suspenders connect to navy blue high-waist shorts that hug her feminine hips from her naval to halfway up her thighs. 8 military style brass buttons run in parallel lines down the front of the shorts, while lacy black stockings cover the rest of her slender legs.

"So mayyyyybe you can file this one under 'Business-Casual', since this one is more for your more progressive dress codes - I'm talking legs, shoulders, maybe chest are all A-Okay. 'Cuz I just friggin' love this one.

"Now you have to be careful with suspenders, because if they're too short, you're gonna get the biggest wedgie of your life." She turns her back to the camera. The straps hook over her shoulders and connect in a Y-shape, already looking taut and nuzzling her shorts between her glutes. "Too long, and say goodbye to those sultry hips, or any feminine shape at all. But with these ones..." she pings the suspenders on to her chest. "No such drama."

She clears her throat. "Hey, I have another question for you." A mischievous grin creeps across her lips. "Guess which Dragon Ball GT character I am." She jerks the dial more than 180 degrees. She plants her feet and opens her arms with palms facing the camera. With a low, yearning moan, her fingers and eyes stretch wider. Her jaw locks, her chest shunts forward. The suspenders creak. The buttons on her shorts jerk, then slide further apart as a deepening crack appears in the teardrop opening on her chest.

Maxine whimpers as her open arms stretch further apart. The lines of bun-sized abs press into the skirt, nudging the brass buttons wider as her midriff is packed with power. Her shorts slide up and nuzzle tight between her legs. Maxine lets out a straining grunt. Her shoulder muscles bulge through the openings, thumping and spilling outwards with thick ridges. Her suspenders sink deeper between her neck and expanding delts.

A second later, her pecs shudder outwards and their beefy curves bulge between her straps. Maxine lets out a rattling gasp as they thicken outwards, bending the suspenders and tugging the shorts even tighter against her crotch. Her whole-body buckles, but she holds her pose. In the teardrop window, the crevice between her pecs deepens with ripples edges. Her lats flare even more freakishly, bursting over the sides of her skirt and flaring like sails. Her traps creak taller, hoisting up her shorts again. The shorts tightly frame her power-packed midriff as her cobbled 8-pack prints its incredible size and strength through the fabric. The corners of her lips kink upwards.

Her backside pumps into squarish hunks. Her legs start convulsing and pulsing bigger in arrhythmic jerks. Maxine lets out an incredulous gurgle. Her skirt buttons shift just as her quads quiver even thicker, until they are bulging like glazed eyes - matching the expression on her face. Her stockings stretch fluidly to contain her expanding quads, hamstrings and calves. Bubble-sized holes in her stockings yawn into tall, gaping holes as they strain over her shaking heavyweight thighs. Pinched by the tight shorts, they bulge even more hungrily. Despite her power pose, her inner thighs thump to within an inch of each other. Before at last, the buttons stop moving, inches further apart than at the start and virtually running down the sides of her hips. Shuddering layers of heavyweight superhero muscles press out of her every part of her body. Maxine stays in place, her jaw locked and her eyes twitching.

"Guhhh!" She wriggles her fingers and gulps breaths. The immense growth spurt seems to have rocked her more than even she expected. Pumped up with superhero density and conditioning, Maxine still seems lost in the straining ecstasy drawn on her face. Shes is the biggest and most muscular she's been so far – but there isn't a broken stitch in her outfit.

At last, she blinks. Gingerly, she lowers her arms to her sides with a shaking sigh. Even relaxed, her python biceps keep her arms slightly kinked. She makes fists and draws her elbows back. Her pumpkin delts ball up and bulge through the openings. Veins and striations twitch under her milky skin as she flexes. She straightens her arms and clenches her pecs. They rise like baked bread, stretching the window with striated shields of muscle, and making the suspender straps bite into her sloping traps. She licks up flecks of spittle in the corners of her mouth. She arrests her trembling thighs with a hard flex. The meaty, complex formations clench and bloom proudly. The straining stockings make her mighty legs seem long and alluring. Her outfit is pulled taut as it holds in her brawny physique, sloping her midriff into an hourglass despite her stacked, cobbled 8-pack.

"So..." she pants, her dry throat crackles. "as sensuous as this one is. I still think it's rather tasteful. The buttons slide to meet the demands of my body." Her voice still cracks and trembles as she catches her breath. "And I actually kinda messed up. This half-wedgie is my own fault. The braces are totally adjustable – I didn't have to work the shorts so hard, although I ain't mad." She runs her hands over the thick lumps pressing through the fabric. She adjusts some buckles and the shorts slacken a little. Maxine pinches the leggings and gently tugs them down her muscular thighs. The brass buttons slide inwards gently, keeping their sensual grip around her hips.

"And how about these shoulder openings?" she rolls one of her bowling ball delts close to her lips. She huffs on to the glossy skin on her capped muscles and wipes it with her sleeve. "The shorts leggings stretch too. So, my thighs won't turn blue by 5 o'clock either."

"Oh, and did you guess the character?" That was my best Super Android 17 impression. She straightens her back, open her arms and mimics the straining, maniacal grimace again. "I always thought it sucked that they never gave 18 those powers. "Although that sounds like a helluva cosplay." She sweeps some hair behind her ear and ogles herself int the camera lens for a few moments, angling her mighty shoulders to look as massive as possible and making the teardrop on her chest blink with hard pec-flexes. She sighs with satisfaction and puts her hands together.

"So that about does it! 4 more flexible, durable, scalable, adorable outfits. Like I mentioned, all this great get up is available on You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login. Use the Code '1Rep' at the checkout for a cheeky discount, I get to keep the lights on, and it'll be droned direct to your door in less than 24 hours."

"Powerbelts, slappers, DiaMax, CalorBoost, Pumpsuits, good ol' fashion jabs - whatever your poison, these things literally have you covered. All the gains, none of the embarrassment. Hell, you could go to church in 'em. The hardest thing will be not stopping when you walk past any reflective surface in your office. But apart from that, there's nothing stopping you from being your biggest, buffest, bestest self and lookin' effin' sexy as you do. I can't wait to hear your feedback about these outfits, and please please tell if there are any others out there I have missed!"

"Oh...and..." she whispers and leans in close to the camera, until you can see every glittering strand of her bright irises, even the peach fuzz on her dimpled cheeks. "Pro tip for all the borderline schmoes out there. Compliment the outfit, not what's underneath it. It's 2068, m'kay?" she grins with a cocked eyebrow.

"Love you guys. Staff buff!" she winks and blows a kiss. The video ends.