Reps II (Patreon)

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Amanda’s chest heaved and her tits quavered through her efforts to bench press, yet she could not lift the weights, hard as she tried.

Lara was spotting her. “Should we, um, go down ten pounds?”

Amanda nodded breathlessly, then tried again once two of the weights had been removed. She just managed to lift the bar slightly off her chest, but her pectorals were on fire, and her belly felt like it would split.

Lara took the bar without waiting for the order to do so. “Why don’t we try something else?” Lara suggested.

Amanda took ten minutes to cool down, then agreed to attempt some squats. She reached out to the side and held onto a machine for balance, but accomplishing a squat still proved incredibly difficult. Her thighs shook and she felt like she would fall right over. After managing just one, and not a particularly deep one, Amanda was gasping for breath, her belly clenching and shuddering. She groaned and cradled it, trying to get the muscle spasms to cease. “Okay,” she gasped out after a moment. “Okay, this works.”

Lara shot her a dubious look, but Amanda went ahead and attempted another. Though once she had squatted low, she couldn’t seem to straighten.

“You…okay?” said Lara.

Amanda felt her knees connect with the floor mat. She sat there, plump ass squashing against the back of her heels, and panted heavily, her hugely swollen belly throbbing out and in.

It took a while for Amanda to recover enough to speak. “Something’s gotta work,” she managed. “I can’t give up training just because I’m pregnant.”

They tried various other weight and positions, till Amanda was flushed bright red and feeling about to burst, before they settled on simple arm curls, which also proved difficult, as Amanda was practically boneless by then.

“You need to regain your strength,” said Lara after the two had finally retired to the locker room, Amanda slumped in a chair, her huge belly perched on her plump thighs, while shelving her honeydew-sized breasts. “Have a protein shake.”

Though Amanda was now suspicious of any food or beverages Lara handed off to her, a protein shake didn’t sound unreasonable, and Lara herself was already sipping the spare one.

“Give me yours,” Amanda challenged, trying to conceal how ravenous she was.

Lara raised a brow and shrugged, before Lara handed the large thermos she was sipping off to Amanda.

Amanda ended up drinking both of them. Even after she had finished, her belly grumbled. Yet it felt more bloated than before, the contents lurching, squishing, taking up more room inside of her. Amanda moaned and cupped it, oblivious of the fact that the shakes had been packed with animal fattener and growth hormone to ensure that she packed on as much fat as possible.

“Come out to dinner with me,” Lara insisted. “My uncle owns this little Italian place. The food’s amazing. It’s usually closed on Sundays but he lives upstairs. He’ll open it up just for the two of us.”

Amanda knew it was a bad idea, but the thought of all the gooey, cheesy Italian food and her gurgling gut made the notion of rejection impossible. Still, she tried. “I don’t know…”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” Lara insisted. “Now get your things. We’re going.”

Lara called ahead, and the two arrived at the restaurant within a half hour. Lara practically dragged Amanda inside, not that it took much effort. Amanda was unbalanced, and had to lean on the other woman just to not fall over.

The place smelled amazing. There was a large table set up in the middle of the room, and it was already piled with dishes, far too much for two young women.

“The first course,” Lara smirked, pushing Amanda into a seat.

Immediately, food was being forced into Amanda’s mouth. She swallowed not to choke, and chewed when she had the chance to. She felt like a machine, chewing and swallowing, chewing and swallowing. She considered the possibility of getting up and fleeing, but she was just so tired and heavy. She practically felt pinned in her seat.

More and more food was shoved down her throat, into her stomach, and all of it was admittedly delicious. Amanda was flushed and sweating. Occasionally she would see a grinning middle-aged man appear and lower a new massive dish down on the table, but Amanda’s focus remained on eating the food, stuffing it down into her almost painfully-tight belly.

Lara was now pushing cheesecake slices into Amanda’s mouth, just messily shoving it in till Amanda’s cheeks bulged. Amanda could feel her belly pulsing and rising like dough where it was perched on her lap. Her thighs felt plump and thick, her backside serving as a warm platform beneath her. Her breasts ached in their extremely bloated state. Amanda made a helpless whimper, but Lara continued to feed her, and Amanda continued to eat.