Amy's Efforts - Story (Patreon)

She was already down in the basement when I got home. I thought it was
hot outside but the heat down there hit me like a wall as I descended
the steps.

"Just in time" - she said breathlessly, - "I could do with a hand".

My eyes widened as I spotted her on the far side of the room. She was hanging from a bar, her face reddened with effort and her thong-clad body dripping with sweat. A thirty pound weight was suspended from her trim waist. The floor below her was damp so I guessed that she had been on the bar for some time already. Her large, round breasts were pulled high and bulged slightly around the narrow, taut material of their scanty covering. As I approached, she grunted and heaved herself upwards, until her upper arms were horizontal. Then she just held that position. I was surprised that she could make a weighted pull-up look as easy as that, and that she was managing to sustain the pull-up.

"Pull me downwards" - she gasped.
Astonished, I didn't respond for a few seconds, but then I raised my
hands to her hips and applied some downward pressure. She gasped again
but somehow resisted my force.

"Harder!" - she grunted.

I leaned into it a little and to my surprise she still didn't budge, though she was now trembling.

"More!" - she hissed, face contorted. I stopped, stepped forward and encircled her waist with my arms, then pulled down, using my weight this time. She descended a couple of inches but cried out and, throwing her head back, pulled us back up an inch or so, her body shaking with the effort. My arms were pulling down on the thong and her breasts were now pulled even higher and pushed together into a breathtaking cleavage, nearly bursting out of the garment. I was enormously impressed, and straightening up, I stepped back.
Her head came up, but she remained in the half pull-up position.

"Don't stop," - she complained, - "try harder - but put another weight belt on
first".

I was amazed at her endurance. Her remarkable biceps bulged, her
chest rose and fell rapidly with her deep breaths. I lifted another 30
pound weight belt from the nearby rack. God, it felt heavy! I stepped
forward, buckled it on, she groaned but it seemed to make very little
difference to her position. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist
again, my face close to her flat tummy with its faint outlines of abdominal musculature. This time I lifted my feet completely off the floor. She screamed and again threw her head back violently, arching her whole body backwards. We dropped a couple of inches again but no further. Her body vibrated with the efforts of those amazing arms. Her ribs bowed outwards, her six-pack became more prominent and her breasts, thrust forwards, bulged alarmingly against the taut thongs, more out of them than in. I was waiting for us to drop down but it wasn't happening, she was just gasping, groaning and heaving and keeping us there. Then at last, a full fifteen seconds after I applied my full weight, we
began to slowly descend. Suddenly she screamed again and arched even
further back. Her breasts simultaneously popped out of their thongs, now
freely heaving up and down with her quick, heavy breathing. Her face was
a picture of determination, her teeth clenched, her jaw jutting out, her
eyes wide and her brow furrowed. She stopped us from going down, but
only for a couple of seconds before slowly, very slowly, we began to
move again. Now she shuddered violently, breasts jiggling alarmingly as
she threw everything she had into her exhausted biceps. She didn't give
up all the way down, managing to keep the descent at a snail's pace
until her arms were nearly straight. I released her and stood up. I was soaked with her perspiration.

"That was incredible" - I exclaimed.

She seemed unable to speak, just hanging there trembling, her sheened breasts shimmering with the vibration and heaving up and down with her gasps. The two 30 pound weights dragged heavily at her waist.

“Why don't you come down now, and I'll make us a cup of tea." After a few seconds, she gasped, almost inaudibly:

"I'm trying to improve my grip strength". I shook my head in amazement,
turned and went upstairs.
Ten minutes later, after I had changed and made tea, I carried the tray
downstairs. Amy was doing slow, steady pull-ups, still loaded by 60
pounds, and I realised that she still had not come down from the bar.
She had adjusted her thong to cover her nipples again, though the
material was barely wide enough to do it.

"Ten" - she was saying as I put the tray on the table. Then she stopped in the dead hang position, still breathing very heavily.

"Can you take these weights off me now?" – she asked.

"About time too" - I exclaimed, uneasy at the punishment she was
giving herself.

"Now, let's try something else" - she grinned.
With that, She raised her feet together, moving into a pike position so that her straight legs were horizontal in front of her. Her abdominal muscles bunched into two impressive undulating cords and her thigh muscles bulged, with superb curves of impressive definition. Seconds later I was standing on a chair, just to the left of her gleaming thighs.

"Now get on!" - she said.

As if in a dream, I obeyed. As I began to sit astride her upper legs, I put my arms under hers and clasped my hands behind her upper back. Before I knew it, she was using her leg and stomach muscles to support me! My weight caused her body to arch back, my arms pulling her chest towards me whilst her pelvis was being pushed away. How she managed to keep that piked position I'll never know. The strain on her abdomen must have been terrific. Gazing at her tummy, I
saw that the abdominals were standing out even more than before, her six
pack very clearly defined within the very prominent, deeply bifurcated cords of muscle which disappeared into the lower part of her costume, eight inches below her navel. Her tummy button was scarcely visible, so deep was the vertical groove of her abdomen. Her breasts jutted out magnificently, inches from my eyes, beautiful firm hemispheres, glossy with perspiration, seemingly attempting to expand out of their inadequate confinement each time they rose with her rapid breathing. Although Amy must have been under severe physical stress, her pretty
face seemed to contradict this. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was
slightly open, though her breathing was rapid and deep. As the seconds ticked away, she began to tremble. The sweat was pouring off her, a constant rivulet channelling down her deep cleavage. The trembling was progressively increasing. I couldn't believe she was keeping this up but it must have been over a minute already. And she must have been hanging by those hands for ages now. Her breathing was deepening and a frown of discomfort forming on her brow. After two minutes she was groaning with the effort, the trembling has worsened to
a shudder, tears were being squeezed from her tightly closed eyes and
her voluptuous breasts were heaving with remarkable amplitude.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine, a wild look
on her face.

"Hang on!" - she shouted.

I'll never forget what happened next. Still in the agonising piked position, she threw her head back and, with a cry of effort, she heaved us upwards! With incredible strength, she performed a complete chin-up, loaded by my 180lb weight. Chinning the bar, she lowered us rapidly and, with a half cry, half
scream, without pause she repeated it. I was totally blown away by this feat, which I would never have believed humanly possible. Dazed, I stared at the incredible woman before me. Her whole body shuddering, she was performing a third pull-up. This one was noticeably slower and I could almost feel the effort required to complete it radiating from her. Her biceps bulged, tendons and ligaments standing out in sharp relief in her arms, shoulders and neck. Her
breasts, bulging out like balloons, quivered even more than the rest of
her body as she strained to haul us laboriously upward again. With terrible slowness, she brought her trembling chin to the bar again and we dropped rapidly, a cracking of sinews clearly emanating from her shoulders. Unbelievably, she strained once again to lift us, but despite her loud scream, we did not rise. I felt the attempt stop and noticed that her legs had dropped slightly. No sooner had I become aware of this than, with a gut-wrenching groan of anguish, she raised them back to a perfect pike position once more. Her head came forward again and I saw that her eyes were now open, tears streaming down her reddened face.
"Amy, shall I-". She interrupted me with a snarl.

"Stay where you are!" - she grated, between gasps.
Next moment she simultaneously threw her head back sharply, arched her
back and drew in a great lungful of air. Her flushed breasts immediately
burst upwards out of the thong with a taut wobble and a spray of perspiration. For the first time, I realised that her nipples were fully erect as they pointed almost directly up at the ceiling. Silently we had begun to rise again, but oh so slowly... Amy was throwing everything she had into a titanic effort but it seemed that she was doomed to failure. Her whole body was now spasming and again I noticed that her legs were beginning to drop. After eight seconds of monstrous straining she let out the lungful of air in a scream of rage and we dropped to the hang position, even more violently than before. I marvelled that she managed
to keep her grip despite the sudden jerk. Again her head came forward,
this time I was shocked at the anguished expression on her face.
"I need your help," - she whispered in a tremulous voice, - "massage my
tits".

Needing no further bidding, I began to gently rub her prominent nipples, which were about 3/4" long and very hard. The skin of her breasts was taut, alarmingly hot and silky smooth, shiny with perspiration. The effect of my work was immediate, A shock passed through us as her body, already under terrible strain, tensed yet further and I felt her legs rise slightly once more.  Her jaw dropped
open and she let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. I quickened my massage and she gulped. I could see the whites of her eyes and her breathing was getting even faster.

"Huuuh!" - she mumbled, as if trying to speak.

"Pardon?" - I replied.

"Harder!" - she groaned. I began to squeeze the nipples quite violently and increase the amplitude of my rubbing action. The breasts moved around in a delightful manner, tautly springing back to their upward thrusting position whenever I allowed it. Her head flopped back and she thrust her chest out towards me, her ribs bowing outwards like bent swords.

"More! she shouted, then "Harder!".

Iredoubled my efforts, digging my nails into what now resembled the one
inch blunt ends of pencils.

"Harder!” - she yelled, then suddenly she drewin a great, shuddering breath and started to scream.
Simultaneously her legs and I rose a good four inches, her body arched more violently and further back than before and every muscle I could see bulged and sprang into sharper definition. Incredibly, her arms began to drag us skyward again, whilst her whole body shook violently. Still screaming shrilly, her gorgeous breasts thrusting almost into my face, Amy's orgasm was enabling her to call on reserves which even she had not learnt to tap in her rigorous training sessions. But halfway up, she was beginning to slow and her scream was dropping in pitch. Instinctively, I dropped one hand to her lower abdomen and began to caress it. Even well below the navel, I could feel solid, bulging muscle through the silky
smooth skin just above her garment. I leaned forward and replaced my missing hand with teeth at her nipple, squeezing both as hard as I dare.
Amy instantly responded, her continuous scream rising in pitch and volume and our pace of elevation increasing. To my astonishment, she continued the pull-up even higher than usual, her head still straining back, until her breasts both bulged against the bar. Next moment her scream faded, her lungs completely exhausted, and we both plunged to the cellar floor as she lost consciousness.