Pec Pump (Story Preview & Feedback Request) (Patreon)

So, a heads up - this is a VERY early preview. Setting, context and even the names may change. I quite often write out sections and descriptions and later work them into stories and more fleshed out characters. Wouldn't normally share something this unfinished but it's been a while since I've given you guys some writing and I know you all look forward to it.

Hope you like it, and let me know what you hope to see from this story!


 Abby groaned and put her head back, chin up, mouth agape. She grasped the handles of the pec fly machine hard and squeezed. Her trembling hands moved together until they met, lifting the stack of plates behind her seat, and there they held. The shirtless girl's shredded pecs were on full display, flexed and pumped with twitching striations. She loved being able to see the glorious muscles she had built in their entirety. Tight, hard and lean as the rest of her, she craved the days that she could spend enough time in the gym to really burn them down. Days like today.


"One, two, three." she counted quietly, voice strained and breathy as she held the flex before letting the weight down, slow and controlled. The clank of the heavy metal stack touching its base was almost delicate. Her arms were outstretched now, contorting behind her just enough to feel strained and pushing her chest out. It felt good, and the stiff, sensitive nipples pushing out from the muscles evidenced just how she felt under this pressure. Abby released the grip and twisted around. Her slim but rough fingers pulled the pin from the weight stack with the precision of regular habit and moved it down to add more to her already significant load. Soon back in her seat, she grabbed the handles again, squeezed her pecs again. The weight didn't budge. Good.


She pushed harder. Gritted her teeth. Grunted. The machine squeaked and the weights moved. "Hah.. nnngh..." the deep, long groan came from the very back of her throat and lasted throughout the rep. The girl shook, breath held, an intense gaze forward as she forced her hands together until again, finally, they touched in front of her. She counted again, "One. T-two. Three." Then as slowly as her quivering, overburdened body would allow, let the weights down. She drew in breath again, gasping in pain and looking at the ceiling. Abby licked her lips... this was much better. So she started her next rep. Shaking, holding, counting. The crushing weight moved under her powerful, hard working chest muscles again and again.


The girl had quite purposefully picked an unreasonable weight. One that she had to fight to even move, let alone complete strict reps. The tell-tale twinge of the deep muscles of her shoulders and pecs, a familiar spike of pain told her she was at her limit after only five reps. If she pushed for more, she'd tear the muscle, putting herself out of action for days, weeks or worse. What she had planned for herself today was far less merciful. Beads of sweat forming along her chest were shook loose with the vibrating of her whole body as she pushed to complete the rep. Abby gasped, grunted, then held her breath and heaved. The noises she made were angry, aggressive as she again, finally, brought her hands to touch in front of her. The reddened skin and flexing forearms already showing her efforts in their flush and pump. "One. Two. Three. F-four..." she counted, and didn't stop counting.


The pressure built, slowly at first and then increased rapidly as she hissed and gasped and counted and refused to let go. Abby was soon shouting, high pitched, pained and desperate, "T-twenty six! Twenty seven! Twent-fuck!!" a truly agonizing spike of pain between her left pec and shoulder told her they were close to tearing. No gentle let down this time. She let go of the handles sending the weight screeching back down with a volume that made her ears throb.