Big Changes [futa/m, mini-giantess, reluctance]

It’s strange how life altering events can pop up in the least expected places. My life has taken a dramatic turn the last couple days to say the least. A week ago, I was just another scrawny nobody who had moved to a new city. My entire life had been uneventful and unexciting, but I wanted to change all that. I was an unassertive skinny pushover who was trapped in a dead end job and couldn’t get a women to even give me the time of day. So, I quit my job, packed my bags, and moved far away. I wanted to have a fresh start. A real chance to make a positive change in my life. To be more assertive, respected, and just all around happier. Like I said earlier, I was a scrawny nobody. Puberty came to a halt when I reached a modest 5’ 6” tall and weighing 135 pounds soaking wet. My plan was to start on the new me by working on a new body. After I settled in to my new apartment I went out and joined a nearby gym a couple blocks down with the plan to start bulking up. It was only a couple days after starting at the gym that my life changed, and I met her, my new girlfriend.

I had joined the gym because it was open 24 hours a day, and my plan was to work out late at night. It would let me start to get back in shape without having to embarrass myself in front of the regulars. Like I said, I was a scrawny nobody and my plans for transformation would take time as would building up my confidence. Once I had started to build up some muscle I was certain I would feel more comfortable to go in the daytime. So, it was the second night I had moved to the city, roughly around 1 in the morning, when I went to the front desk and checked in at the gym. The on duty staff member was a cute red head who was obviously tired and paid little attention to me as I made my way to the locker room to change into my workout clothes.

It appeared empty, and was mostly quiet except for some background music playing over the PA system. I made my way over to some of the stationary machines and stretched out in preparation of the first workout for the new me. I had just sat down at the first machine and was mentally preparing myself when a loud crashing slam of metal on metal echoed through the gym. I was so startled I fell backwards out of the seat and onto the floor. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone, but I could hear the loud distinct sound of metal plates clanking against metal bars coming from the next room over. The sign over the door where the noises were coming from said that it was the ‘Powerlifting’ room. It was obvious that I wasn’t as alone as I thought, but as long as they were busy in the other room I figured I wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing myself.

With the distant clanking of plates on bar echoing through the gym, I got up and set the plates on the machine to what I figured I could handle. Luckily no one was around because I could feel myself struggling with what was a pathetic amount of weight. After ten reps on the machine I could already feel sweat start to accumulate on my forehead and torso. I knew it would be a long road to improvement, but it was hard not to be intimidated and depressed when I could barely get started and next door I could hear what must have been an absurd amount of weight being lifted rapidly over and over again easily by my unseen gym companion.

I shut out the negativity and went back to work. Two more sets later and I could already feel my wimpy muscles starting to get fatigued. I stuck with my planned routine and an hour and several different exercises later I felt exhausted. The entire time I could hear the mysterious stranger racking and lifting their weights without missing a beat or taking any prolonged breaks. I was tire and ready to leave, but curiosity convinced me to sneak a peek at this super man who didn’t seem to tire. I made my way to the open doorway that separated the machines from the powerlifting rooms. I waited until I heard the stranger start their next set and then peeked through the door.

My jaw dropped and my heart sank as I saw the profile of the massive bronze skinned muscled form lying upon a bench that appeared too small for their massive frame easily bench pressing a thick steel bar that was loaded down with what must have been a dozen of the heaviest weights. Tightly stretched gym shorts strained against the tree trunk thick thighs. A half shirt left the many rows of thick well defined abdominal muscles with the rest of the upper body hidden by the massive weights contained at the closest end of the bar. Suddenly, the weights bounced as the behemoth’s arms easily pumped the unfathomable weight up and down over and over again. I watched their thick muscled arms bulged and flexed with each press of the massive bar. The round plate

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