“Really?” I said as Morgana and I head to our first class. “Proper Weightlifting Technique?” We head to class and when get there, we see a small group of students, about a dozen of us total. When class starts, a young-looking female professor in workout gear walks in.
“Good morning,” the professor says. “I am Professor Tara… and I bet you are all wondering the same thing: I have been lifting weights for years… why do I need to take a technique class. Well, improper lifting technique hinders the body from reaching the full potential…” As the professor is giving her speech, I am trying to think of why she looks so familiar. The professor then instructs us to leave our backpacks here and go into the respectable men and women’s locker rooms that are connected to the classroom. When I enter the room, I am noticing each locker has a strange full body suit.
“Please put on one of the suits,” the teacher’s assistant says to us.
“Those tiny things?” One of the other classmates says. “My arm won’t even fit in there.” The rest of the guy’s murmur. I undress to my underwear and put the suit on. Even with my muscular body, it is very snug. The other guys put theirs on. “Now please press the button on the wrist.” When I click the button, the suit activates, and it starts to compress my muscular body. I look around and see the other suits doing the same. “When the suit ‘s lights has turned blue, please join the rest of the class in the weight room next door.” We all meet up in the weight room. I now notice the professor is wearing a suit too.
“Now,” Professor Tara says. “These compression suits not only contain your muscles but will give me proper data on your lifting techniques.” She goes over to the bench press and loads up 300 pounds. Some of the male student’s chuckle as her first set looks a bit clunky and the panel above it shows ‘60% technique’. “See? That was improper technique however…” she does another set, and it looks flawless, the panel above it shows ‘95% technique’. “Proper technique requires more from the body and will help you become better.” The professor has us group into couples and go through a full workout set with the suits on. During my exercises, I am focusing a bit too much on Professor Tara that my technique slips. We take our suits off, get dressed, and leave the classroom.
“Is something wrong?” Morgana asks as we leave class.
“The professor looks familiar…” I spoke. “But I can’t put a finger on it.”
“Well, the professors are highly decorated athletes which include bodybuilding champions,” she says. “Well, I’m off to… posing 101.” She rolls her eyes. “You are lucky your championship wins make you exempt from taking it.” I chuckle. At American Bodybuilding College, they would take championship or records broken and apply it as credit. My recent win and becoming a pro made me exempt from taking any intro posing classes.
“I got Intro to Social Media,” I said before I give her a kiss. I head to the Artist building on campus. I am one of a few guys and the professor is a very buxom Playboy Playmate but is one of the most popular on social media. She has us pull up our social media accounts. Mine is very bare bones but I have a slight presence. The professor asks us to reach out to a popular social media presence in our respective field and see if they would offer advice. I take a shot in the dark and message Brandon Cutler asking for some pointers as he seems to be quite popular on social media. I am sitting outside waiting for Morgana and a guy walks over and hands me a flyer.
“You should try for the Mr. Campus Hot Bod competition.” I grab and look at the flyer. It is a mixture of bodybuilding competition with strongman competition. “The winner gets a photo sheet and will appear on the cover of the college’s promotional brochures.” I look at the date and figure I should be able to get back in near contest shape by then.
“What you got there?” Morgana asks as she approaches. She looks at the flyer and smiles. “Cool… I know what my first competition as a bodybuilder will be.” I look at her surprising.
“I know you want to compete,” I said. “That is in a month. You won’t be that ready.” Morgana smiles and gives me a wink.
“Don’t you worry Hun,” she says. “My training at the Amazon Transformation Center has taught me how to recover quite quickly.” She smirks. “Maybe I will show you a thing or two… but I’m hungry. Let’s get some lunch.” As we head to the cafeteria, I always wondered about the Amazon Transformation Center and wonder if that place messed her up mentally as she has become a bit off since her return.
“So, what do you have for afternoon classes?” I ask when we sit down. Morgana pulls out her tablet and looks at her schedule.
“Preparation for Competitions,” Morgana says. “And you?” I pull out my tablet and look at my schedule.
“Introductions to Photoshoot,” I said. “Ugh… I have no problem being on stage but doing photoshoots are so boring.” Morgana winks.
“But I enjoy seeing you in either a posing suit or workout attire,” she says. “Maybe after class we can go try out the college’s weight room.” We head to our afternoon class, and I am glad to see other guys as I was worried it would have been an all-female class. I notice the guys have just either turned professional or just about getting ready to earn their pro card. The professor explains that we will be doing both reading and applying what we learned in multiple photoshoots. I groan in my head as I know Morgana won’t be happy that I will need to be doing photoshoots with attractive female classmates. I am leaving class when I get a text from Morgana, ‘I want to try out the campus weight room’. I look at my schedule and I have enough time for a workout. I text back saying I’ll meet her there. I head to my dorm room, grab my workout bag, and head to the campus weight room. I remember on the campus tour, the weight room was very state of the art. After I change into my workout attire and get to the weight room, Morgana is already running on the treadmill.
“Hey Hun,” I said. Morgana smiles. I look at the screen and see she’s already been running for 15 minutes.
“My class got done early,” she says with a smile. “Now get your ass onto the treadmill in front of me so I can enjoy watching your sexy body.” I nod as I stretch then get onto the treadmill in front of her. As I am running, I am looking at all the guys and girls are working out. I swear it looks like all the guys have gotten bigger than the last time I was here. I feel a slap on my ass that breaks my concentration. I look over and smile as Morgana is standing there. “I always can tell when you are lost in the clouds… then again, with all these hot gals around, I can see why.” I slightly blush but I stop my treadmill.
“Okay,” I said. “So, what’s the plan?” Morgana smiles.
“Well,” Morgana says. “I think we need to do a baseline test so we the machines know our limits.” I remember hearing that during the orientation tour. We go through the baseline tests; I am about hitting the max at the baseline machines, and I am impressed at how strong Morgana has gotten. “I can see you being impressed.”
“Well,” I said. “You went from 20 pounds to 60 pounds in bicep curls in the span of 3 months.” Morgana giggles but she gets pushed aside by a fellow female student who feels my arm.
“Why do you want to be with that weakling when you can be with…” the girl brings her shirt down and flexes her pecs. “a more experienced girl like me?” I am about to say something when Morgana grabs the girl by the shoulders, spins her around, and forces her head down to give her a knee strike. The girl crumples to the ground as her nose is bleeding.
“I might not be as big as you,” she says with an angry look at her. “But I know how to bring you to your knees.” She looks around and yells. “If I hear of any gal hitting on my man, expect to see something like this bitch…” she points at the girl on the ground. “Am I clear?” Every gal nods their head. We get done with our workout and I am about to head into the guy’s locker room when Morgana pushes me into a posing room. “I would usually wait until we get to the dorm room, but being dominate has gotten me wound up.” Morgana locks the door, and we start making out. We are removing clothes until we are both in our underwear. She takes me by the hand, and we walk over to the wall of mirrors. “One of my classmates mentioned this. Measure Stats!” The room is filled with a blue glow then it disappears. On the wall of mirrors, it now shows.
Male Guest Female Guest
Arms: 24 inches Arms: 14 inches
Chest: 40 inches Chest: 36C
Body Fat: 6% Body Fat: 12%
Class: Bodybuilder Class: Physique
“Scan is complete,” a voice says. “Do you want to profile to be saved to campus profile?” We say yes and supply our names. When the screen shows the process is complete, Morgana smiles as she tackles me to the ground.
“Yep,” she says. “Can’t wait until we get to the dorm.” She takes off her bra and places my hands on her breasts and makes them flex. She is grinding herself against me and I playfully smack her ass. “Just you wait… I hope that I will become a professional bodybuilder before we graduate college.” She shivers a little as she feels my cock bulge as she grinds against me.
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“In closing,” I said as I was pacing in my office practicing my speech. “Enjoy your time at American Bodybuilding College, work your hardest, and take time to make friends.” I go over and sit down in my chair while let out a deep sigh. “Why is it that I’m so worried about a speech? I have posed in a posing suit in front of thousands, photoshoots that millions see, and countless interviews… yet I’m terrified of this.”
“Well,” Isis says as she is sitting across from me. “If you want my opinion, I think your speech was great and I would hope to inspire someone in the freshman class.” She looks down at her notepad. “I do have a few things to change… but more for grammar than anything else.” She smiles. “I did love how you used what happened in college to relate to them. Has Morgana had time to hear your speech?”
“She’s been dealing with the launch of her lingerie brand that is being sold at Victoria’s Secret,” I said. “She pushed back all those meetings until after the Olympia.” Isis nods.
“With her win,” Isis says. “And the title of Ms. Olympia should help make the launch quite successful.”
“Yes…” I spoke. “So, how is the process going on Assignment Unity?” Isis grins.
“Location and date have been set, the list has been finalized, and small details are being worked on,” she says. “It will be quite a surprise for the world when…”
“Morgana!” I said as I stand up as she walked into the office.
“What surprise is Isis talking about?” She asks.
“Well,” Isis says. “Anthony was keeping an eye on the lingerie brand launch, and he was thinking of a celebration party if it went well.” Morgana walks over and gives me a hug.
“Baby,” she said. “You don’t need to do that. Remember, there is the celebration party for the Athena Lingerie line that is happening at the Playboy Mansion after your speech at American Bodybuilding College.” She smiles. “So, what did I walk in on?”
“Anthony going over his speech,” Isis says. Morgana sits in the chair next to her.
“Please tell me you included a bit about the first Hot Body competition,” she says. “I always loved how we were given no chance yet destroyed the competition.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t…” I spoke. “The first freshman guy and gal to win that in the campus history.” I look over at the wall of awards and smile.
“You know,” Isis says. “I heard very little of that… so what was the Hot Body competition?”
“A combination of bodybuilding and strong man events over the span of a weekend,” I said. As I start to talk about what lead to the Hot Body contest, I look over at Morgana and tell she’s getting interested and will probably want to relieve that win later.
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The first few weeks of college were quite busy. Morgana and I tried to keep our lunch dates but after a while, one of us had to cancel due to classes or work (she was working at Steel Sirens and I at the IronWorkz Gym off campus). However, we always kept our workout dates. I was impressed at how quickly her body seemed to pick up the new training I planned. After she broke an old lift record, she would take me to her dorm and had fun with me all night. Some mornings I might look like I didn’t get any sleep, but all the extra sex helped keep my physique in top shape. I try to get any information about the Hot Body competition, but I get stonewalled.
“I don’t get why I can’t get any info on the strongman part of the competition,” I said to Lucas as we were relaxing in the dorm one morning in the weekend watching television.
“From what I have gathered,” Lucas says. “Is that the strongman contests change from year to year to give no one an advantage.” There is a knock at our door. “I wonder who that would be?” Lucas gets up and opens the door. Isis is standing there in her somewhat revealing business suit. “Well, hello there…” Isis rolls her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. She told me before we started to college that she would try her to get me not involved in business stuff as I must worry about college.
“I need to speak with Morgana about Playboy wanting her for their new College Iron Maidens special edition,” she says. I’m confused on why they were trying to reach me. “Well, Playboy knows you two are a couple and her presence on social media is non-existent, so they reached out to the IronWorkz.”
“So why are you not telling her about this,” I said with a puzzled look.
“The business is worried about the perceived idea of the head of the company dating a…” she says with a sigh. “Their words, not mine… a promiscuous lady.” I growl deeply as Morgana is not like that at all. “I figured you would be writing a very detailed letter on why she isn’t. However, I don’t know her schedule so I was hoping you would help me.” I look at the clock.
“Well,” I said. “My best guess is to check her dorm first.” I quickly get freshened up and leave the dorm with her. We head to Morgana’s dorm room. I knock on the door, and we are hearing faint moaning. I knock louder. We hear a little shuffling from inside the dorm room. The door opens to see Juliana with a bed sheet wrapped around her body. “Where is Morgana?”
“She should be done with her run,” she says. “Now, if you would excuse me…” She shuts the door. Isis and I chuckle as we figured we interrupted her alone time. We are waiting outside when I notice Morgana running towards the dorm. She is stops in front of us and asks why we are here. “Well, I need to talk to you about a business opportunity for you.”
“Let me take a shower first,” Morgana says. She goes back into her dorm. As we are waiting, I get a text from Lucas asking if Isis is seeing anyone. I text back saying she’s my personal assistant, she is out of college, and I doubt she would be interested. Lucas asks me for her phone number.
“Isis?” I ask. She looks at me. “Don’t laugh… but my roommate is wanting me to ask for your number.” She looks a bit surprised. “I don’t know why, but I haven’t given it to him yet.” She thinks about it.
“You know,” she says. “He was an attractive looking man. Yes, you can give me his number but warn him that I am not looking for a hookup as I have plenty of those.” She winks as I roll my eyes.
“Just don’t break him,” I said. Morgana exits the dorm building wearing a shirt with the Playboy logo on it. Isis and I try not to chuckle at the irony of what she is wearing.
“I’m hungry…” she says. “Can we go off campus for lunch?” We agree on heading to Steel Sirens a block off campus.