#exercise: dumbbell biceps curl

[muscleworshipmx]

Jossue Plascencia

[ancientroyalblood]

Full-Body Dumbbell Workout: Build Strength Anywhere

Dumbbells are one of the most versatile pieces of equipment available, allowing you to build strength, improve muscle tone, and increase endurance without needing a fully equipped gym. Whether you’re training at home, in the gym, or while traveling, dumbbells offer endless workout possibilities. This full-body dumbbell workout will target all major muscle groups and can be adapted to any fitness…

[fitnessmantram]

Full Week Workout With Dumbbells || Dumbbells Full Week Out Plan || #du...

Dumbbell Workout Plan

Day 1: Chest and Triceps

Day 2: Back and Biceps

Day 3: Legs and Shoulders

Day 4: Dumbbell Lower Body Workout

Day 5: Rest

Day 6: Dumbbell Full-Body Workout

Day 7: Rest

Bench press

Incline dumbbell press

Dumbbell flyes

Triceps pushdowns

Overhead triceps extensions

Pull-ups

Barbell rows

Seated cable rows

Bicep curls

Hammer curls

Squats

Leg press

Leg extensions

Hamstring curls

Military press

Lateral raises

Dumbbell stiff-leg deadlifts

Dumbbell rear lunges

Dumbbell hip thrusts

Dumbbell split squats

Seated dumbbell calf raises

Dumbbell bench press

Dumbbell rows

Dumbbell squats

Dumbbell shoulder press

Dumbbell bicep curls

Dumbbell tricep extensions

[healthyboom]

How to Strengthen Your Biceps for Maximum Strength

Enhance your biceps strength and definition with an effective biceps workout routine. Targeting the biceps muscle group through a variety of exercises like curls, lifts, and stretches, this regimen aims to maximize gains. Whether you're looking to build muscle mass or achieve lean definition, the workout includes tailored sets, repetitions, and weights to suit your goals. Incorporate both isolation and compound movements to engage all aspects of the biceps, ensuring a balanced and comprehensive workout. By adhering to this dedicated routine, you can sculpt powerful and well-defined biceps, contributing to an impressive upper-body physique.

[washingtonmarvel]

Trapeze artist, strongwoman, and all around badass Laverie Vallee, stage name Charmion, flexes for the camera in this (colorized) picture from around 1905. Born in 1875 in Sacramento, Charmion was a pioneer. She shocked conservative Victorian/Edwardian men with her daring "Trapeze Disrobing Act" (which was the subject of one of Thomas Edison's first films) and her insanely jacked body. But the ladies loved her, and her performances, which were viewed as practically pornographic by the extreme standards of the time period, were mostly attended by women. Throughout her career, she inspired women to exercise and to free themselves of the restrictions society placed on them. Charmion criticized the prudish attitudes of the time and told women they could be just as strong as men (this was a radical claim for that era, but her own body was the proof). A brilliant woman, she was fluent in six languages and regularly lectured and wrote newspaper articles about fitness. She was the highest-earning performer on the vaudeville circuit for much of her career, sometimes earning as much as $500 per week (equivalent to almost $20,000 today). Charmion was known to curl 70-pound dumbbells as part of her workout regimen and she could walk 12 miles without feeling fatigued. Charmion's biceps reportedly were almost exactly the same size as those of Eugen Sandow, who was widely considered the world's strongest man, and in a friendly sparring match she fought on an equal footing with the then-famous boxer Terry McGovern. She retired in 1912 and lived a quiet life outside the limelight until her death in 1949.

EDIT: I made a second post with some more info about Charmion if anyone's interested:

[everrinsly]

life with rin vibes.

the utter objectification of rin's biceps.

biceps with rin. fluff. slight nsfw. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more reads!

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Your first mistake was attempting to keep Rin company while he exercised—

"You wanna watch me, baby?"

He kissed your forehead softly before moving around the basement, collecting the scattered dumbbells from his sets the day before.

"Y-Yeah, I-I can keep you company," you stuttered, cheeks warm. Because even though you've been together for two years, he never failed to make your heart flutter.

He hummed. "You might get bored. You wanna watch something?" he asked, glancing back at the TV mounted on the wall.

"Mm... it's okay, Rin, I'll be fine—"

(Such lies).

—so now, you were here. On the floor, your back against the foot of the couch.

You should’ve looked away.

You really, really should’ve.

But the sight of Rin working out made you crumble—sweat glistening down his neck, sleeves shoved up over his shoulders, and those arms (let me repeat, those arms) were on full display as he curled the dumbbells like they were nothing.

Thick, veined, flexing with every movement.

You eyed him through your lashes, pretending to scroll through your phone, cheeks red, thighs pressed together like that might help the intrusive thoughts crawling through your mind.

(It didn't).

You bit your lip. The taste of your strawberry chapstick graced your tongue.

Rin didn’t speak. He rarely did during workouts. But you knew he was aware of you. The smug, silent... dangerous... kind of aware, like he could feel you watching him, soaking in every contraction of his biceps like you were starving.

And god—you tried not to imagine what it would feel like to sit on them. To grind on them. To ride—

(You failed. Miserably).

Your face burned hotter, red as a beet.

“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, finally. Casual, like he didn’t already know exactly what kind of nasty filth you were thinking.

You looked up quickly, snapped out of your trance but the feeling of heat in your core still lingering. “N-No.”

His eyebrow lifted, teal eyes scanning from your eyes to your bitten lips. “You sure?”

You nodded. "Mmhmm."

He didn't believe you.

He set the dumbbell down with a soft thud, stretching one arm behind his head—his bicep flexed, bulging, perfect. And fuck, you looked again. You couldn’t not (like it'd be rude to not stare).

Rin tilted his head.

“You’ve been staring at my arms for ten minutes,” he said, voice low and deep. “You wanna say something, pretty?”

You shook your head furiously, tucking your face behind your phone again.

He smirked.

“I’ll say it for you then, yeah?”

You froze. Well... shit.

“I know you think about it,” Rin said, voice dropping to that teasing hush that made your stomach twist. “Don’t pretend you haven’t imagined what it’d be like. Sitting on them. Grinding down. Making a mess while I flex for you.”

Your phone slipped out of your hands.

God—he loved watching your cute, flushed face scrunch up, so he continued.

"You're wet. Aren't you, baby." It wasn't posed as a question. It didn't need to be. Because he knew and you knew. It was a fact.

“I—!” you gasped, utterly mortified. “I d-didn’t—I mean, I—!”

He laughed softly, rising to his feet and stepping towards you. He towered over you now. You couldn’t even look at him.

Rin crouched down, tilting your chin up with one finger, his other arm flexing just barely. Taunting. Teasing.

"You think they're the perfect size too, huh? Perfect for riding. Because my thighs are just too big, right? Too big for your tiny pussy to get off on? So you wanna rock on my biceps instead, isn't that right, pretty baby?"

Holy shit.

You short-circuited, brain stopping completely, all mushy and melting.

He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours, glazed eyes trailing down to your lips.

“Sweet little thing,” he murmured. “So shy, but you’ve got the dirtiest imagination.”

Your face was on fire.

“Maybe...” he whispered, leaning in just enough to brush his lips on yours.

You held your breath.

“I’ll let you test that theory after I finish my sets. So... be a good girl and keep watching me."

[houseofaegon]

bucky working out and reader starts teasing him & makes him stop working out bc he’s horny and while he’s sweaty they go have sex? ORRRR (if you've seen seb doing those bicep curls where he has to almost thrust his hips) have bucky doing that exercise and the reader riding him while he's doing it to the point where he's overstimulated.

sorry for the long ask! 🫣

SWEAT ╱  BUCKY BARNES X FEM!READER

+18 MINORS DNI 𓏲  ◟ ♡ ˖ ࣪  no use of y/n, gym sex!!, unprotected p in v, mirror play, possessive!bucky, manhandling, degradation and praise, orgasm control, marking, breeding kink (slight), feral feral feral bucky barnes, partially clothed sex, overstimulation, slight fluff at the end.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: AHHH tysm for this request oh my god????? im sorry its so short lol it's been a while since i've written smut for bucky but thank you thank you thank you, this is ferallll and i love it. yes i've seen the videos of seb working out godddamnnnnnn i have them saved in my phone cause jesus christ he's so hot wtf??? sirrrrrr i'm sat. suddenly i wanna be a dumbbell tbh. hope you like it and hope it lives up to the expectations. thank you again for requesting<333 ily, bri.

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The Watchtower was quiet.

Post-mission silence settled over the entire compound like thick fog. Yelena and Walker were out on a surveillance sweep—no doubt they were probably bickering over comms and fighting like they always did. Ava had locked herself in her lab hours ago, and Bob's door was shut with the unmistakable rhythm of his soft snores and whatever action movie he picked this time. And Alexei—well, he’d passed out in the lounge again. You’d heard the unmistakable crash of his body hitting the couch followed by a deep, rumbling snore that signaled he'd be down until morning.

Which meant the gym was yours. Just you—and Bucky.

He needed the workout. You knew it the moment he walked in, jaw tight, blue eyes stormy, his energy too volatile to contain. He'd been simmering ever since debriefing this morning, where Valentina—yet again—named Walker team leader over him. That decision hadn’t gone over quietly. Bucky spent the rest of the evening grumbling under his breath, fists clenched, pacing like a caged wolf. You'd been the unfortunate recipient of his scowls, sharp mutterings, and cold one-word answers. Most of it revolved around Walker being an asshole and “not fit to lead a damn team.”

So he’d come here to blow off steam the only way he knew how: punishing his body into silence. He stripped off his hoodie and his shirt without a word, flung them to the floor like a declaration of war, and went straight for the heaviest dumbbells—like he meant to break them in half. His muscles flexed with each curl, sweat already starting to bead along his spine, jaw clenched as if he could grind down his frustration with brute force alone.

And you, well... you had your own reasons for being there. Reasons that had nothing to do with exercise.

He wasn’t talking much—but he didn’t have to. You could read him like a well-worn field manual. Every harsh exhale through his nose, every aggressive rep, the way his vibranium fingers clenched and relaxed around the weights like he was imagining someone’s throat—probably Walker’s.

He was beautiful when he was pissed.

You leaned against the wall just outside the squat rack, pretending to scroll through your phone while really, your eyes tracked every bead of sweat that slid down his chest. He was shirtless, in nothing but those loose gym pants riding low on his hips—your personal form of torture.

You hadn’t touched him in over a week.

A fucking week.

Between back-to-back missions, conflicting schedules, and the goddamn tension building inside him like a ticking grenade, there hadn’t been a moment. Not even a proper kiss. You’d tried—soft touches, stolen glances, whispered requests—but he was always too wired. Too distracted.

But now? He was right here. Sweaty. Seething. Alone with you.

And you were starving.

So, you made a decision. A dangerous one.

You stood up from the bench and made your way to the mirror wall, dragging out each step just slow enough to make sure he noticed. Your gym outfit was far from innocent—tight, nearly see-through shorts that hugged your ass like a second skin and a sports bra that barely held your tits in place. You knew what you were doing.

You bent forward, slow, pretending to stretch. Hips tilted. Legs parted slightly. Just enough.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know he was watching.

But you did anyway.

Bucky’s eyes were locked on you like a sniper on target. Jaw clenched. A muscle twitched in his cheek. The dumbbell in his hand had stopped moving entirely.

You stretched again, more exaggerated this time, letting out a little breathy moan as you arched your back. You stayed bent over for a second too long, then slowly rose, tilting your head with fake innocence.

“What?” you asked softly, swiping sweat from your brow. “Just stretching.”

He didn’t say anything—just kept watching. That unreadable, feral look on his face. His chest rose and fell faster than before.

You walked over to the water cooler, fully aware of how your ass swayed. “You know, you’ve been real tense lately,” you said casually. “Must be all that unspent energy.”

Still no response. Just the sound of weights clinking and his breathing picking up.

You turned around, back to the mirror, and sipped from your bottle slowly. Then licked a drop off your lower lip.

“I mean, I’ve been so patient,” you went on, voice soft, teasing. “Waiting for my boyfriend to stop growling at everyone and fuck me like he means it.”

That did it.

The sound the dumbbells made when he dropped them was thunderous. He stalked toward you, and your breath caught halfway in your throat.

“You think this is a game?” he growled, eyes dark, voice low and dangerous.

You smirked, lifting your chin defiantly even as your heartbeat thundered. “Only if I’m winning.”

That was the moment you saw his restraint snap.

He was on you in a second—hands gripping your waist, slamming you back against the mirror, the glass cool against your spine in sharp contrast to his blazing skin. His chest pressed against yours, damp with sweat, his breath heavy against your face.

“You wanna push me?” he hissed. “Walk around looking like that, stretch in front of me like that, talk to me like that?”

You smiled. “Yes.”

His nostrils flared. “Then you better be ready for what comes next.”

You whimpered—because you knew that tone. You knew what it meant when Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and his grip turned bruising.

It meant you weren’t leaving this gym until you were ruined.

And God, you couldn’t wait.

His mouth crashed against yours—hot, bruising, hungry.

There was no gentleness in his kiss. No patience. Just teeth and tongue and the taste of pure, animal need as his hands slid down your back, groped your ass, dragged you closer until your bodies were fused together. His thigh pressed between your legs, and you moaned into his mouth at the friction, already so wet you were practically dripping through your shorts.

“Fuckin’ starving for it, aren't you, doll?” he growled into your mouth. “I should bend you over the squat rack. Make you scream while I fill you up.”

You whimpered, grinding against him. “Then do it.”

He snarled. Actually snarled. One hand fisted in the waistband of your shorts and ripped—the fabric tearing down the seam like paper, exposing your soaked panties underneath. His other hand shoved your bra up until your tits spilled out, nipples hard, flushed and begging.

“Jesus fuck, doll,” he breathed, taking in the sight of you. “You’re perfect. Fuckin’ perfect. And all mine.”

He pushed you back against the mirror again, the cool glass shocking against your heated skin. His vibranium hand curled around your throat—not squeezing, just there, holding you steady as he looked you dead in the eye.

“You wanted my attention?” he rasped. “You’ve got it. Now you're gonna take it like the good girl you are."

He spun you to face the mirror. Bent you over, your palms slapping the surface as your reflection stared back—eyes wide, lips parted, tits jiggling slightly with every breath.

Bucky dropped to one knee behind you, yanking your panties aside with a growl.

“Drippin’, baby,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. “You’re so fucking ready for me.”

You gasped as his tongue slid between your folds—licking a slow, filthy stripe up your slit before sucking hard on your clit. Your hips jerked forward, but his metal arm clamped around your thigh, holding you still as he devoured you like a man starved.

“Please, Bucky,” you whined. “I need—need your cock—please—”

He stood up, lowering his pants just enough to free his cock—thick, veiny, flushed red at the tip, already leaking.

He didn’t tease. Didn’t ease in. Just grabbed your hips, lined himself up, and slammed into you in one punishing thrust.

You screamed. Loud.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, slamming into you over and over. “You take this cock so fuckin’ well. My good little whore.”

Your reflection was obscene—tits bouncing, mouth hanging open in bliss, your body jerking with every deep thrust.

He bent over you, panting against your ear. “Look at you. Watch yourself while I fuck you deep.”

“I-I am—fuck, Bucky—so deep—”

“Yeah? You feel me in your guts, doll?” He reached around, slapped your clit just hard enough to make your knees buckle. “You gonna come on this cock? Huh?”

You nodded frantically. “Please, please, let me—need it—”

“Not yet.”

You sobbed. He was fucking you too deep, too good, and you couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. He pulled out just long enough to flip you around again, lifting you by the thighs like you weighed nothing, impaling you on his cock as you wrapped around him.

He bounced you on it, hard, fast, relentless.

“Mine,” he hissed, burying his face in your neck. “This pussy. This mouth. This fuckin’ body—it’s mine.”

You choked on a moan as he sucked a bruise into your collarbone, then another on your chest, trailing dark, possessive hickeys across your skin.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”

You shattered—screaming, clenching so hard around him it pulled his orgasm right out of him.

“Fuck, baby—gonna fill you—fuck—take it—take all of it—” he growled, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you, spilling warmth into your trembling body.

You collapsed against him, shaking.

He held you tight, still pulsing inside you, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your back as your breathing slowed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You took me so good, doll.”

Still dazed, you mumbled into his shoulder. “I needed you.”

“I know, baby.” He gently slipped out of you and reached for the hoodie lying by the mat. He wrapped it around your shoulders, covering you like a blanket. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

You looked up at him with a sleepy smile. “Was worth it.”

He chuckled, lifted you easily into his arms. “Next time, just say the word. I’ll cancel the whole damn mission.”

You snorted against his neck. “You’d piss off Val.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Val,” he said, already carrying you toward the bedroom. “I give a fuck about you.”

[abby-howard]

You mentioned deadlifting to prevent wrist and back pain/injury when drawing👀 I was wondering if you could share your workout routine if you haven’t already?

Definitely!! I love talkin about it haha. And I'll preface that this is just what I do, but if you want a professional's advice, I've heard good things about the book Draw Stronger by Kriota Willberg.

Tony and I usually work out 5/6 days a week, three days of lifting and two or three days of cardio, with at least one rest day a week. I always make sure to do a cardio warm up before lifting, between 15-30 minutes of either the stationary bike or rowing machine. That's what I have available, you can also run or do jump rope or whatever gets you goin'! Sometimes when it's a just-cardio day we go for long walks and talk about work. Good stuff gets done on those walks 👍

Our lifting routine is arm day, leg day, shoulder day, and we usually do 5x5 sets of everything-- so five sets of five reps per workout.

I sprinkle in farmer's walks really often, which are the best for wrist strength!! Especially if deadlifts are too intimidating (deadlifts are super good for your grip strength and back, but can be a bit scary because it's usually a high weight.) You just hold a weight in one hand, pretty much the highest weight you can hold while keeping your shoulders level, and walk in figure 8's (for balance) until your arm gives out. Then switch arms. Any time my hand starts to feel iffy, I do more farmer's walks and it helps!

More specifics under the cut:

On arm days we do mostly bench press and bent-over dumbbell rows, sometimes with abs worked in (I like to do windshield wipers or whatever it's called, where I hold the bar like I'm doing a bench press then bring my legs up on either side until my abs give out.)

For leg days, we do barbell squat and deadlifts. It's also fun to do the slam balls as part of leg day >:] Where you pick up a heavy ball and throw it down and scoop it up in a squatlike motion. It's a fun one!

There's ALSO a time-efficient leg workout I do when we're on deadlines where you do three minutes of wall sits in total, and can take as many breaks as you need, but for every break you do ten bodyweight squats. It usually leaves me feeling like jello.

Shoulder days are focused on lat pull-downs for me and pull-ups for Tony (I can only do pull-ups with a counterweight ToT), then shoulder press (where you sit up and lift a weight over your head.) It's good to pair opposite motions like pushing/pulling! I think we also tend to do bicep curls on these days? They're a grab-bag of whatever extra stuff we want to do.

This schedule is not super rigorous, but is enough that I push myself to do something almost every day while usually not being so exhausted that it cuts into my work. It's the kind of thing that I can keep up for the rest of my life, which is what I'm interested in! Maintaining a routine to protect my joints and mobility for as long as I can ✌️

I used to see working out and the gym in general as something I was punishing myself with, and that meant it was a miserable part of my day and working myself up to it was a mentally exhausting task. But Tony has been really helpful in shifting the way I view working out as something more like regular maintenance, and of course it helps that I found something I could work towards getting better at, which is strength training!

So while I recommend that artists work in some arm strength exercises, I do feel it's about finding something that feels like a part of your routine rather than something you dread doing every day.

[bloomzone]

Wonyoung : Inspired Full Workout Routine

If you’ve ever admired Jang Wonyoung’s long, toned figure and effortless stage presence, you’re not alone cuz same . As one of the most well-known K-pop idols, she maintains a lean yet strong physique while performing intense choreography and balancing a busy schedule. While Wonyoung hasn’t publicly shared her full workout routine, we can get a good idea of what she likely does by looking at the types of training that help idols stay fit in some shows

This workout is inspired by a mix of dance, strength training, and flexibility exercises focusing on toning the body while keeping things light and graceful. If you want to flexibility ... this routine will help you build endurance, improve posture, and tone your body without gaining excessive muscle !

first here are two workout video u can start with:

first | second

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Warm-up (10 minutes) – wake up ur body!

Before getting into the main workout, a proper warm-up is essential to prevent injuries and improve performance. This warm-up gets your blood flowing and preps your muscles for movement.

1. Jumping Jacks (2 minutes)

Start with classic jumping jacks to get your heart rate up.

Move your arms fully overhead for a full-body effect.

2. Dynamic Stretching (5 minutes)

Leg Swings – Hold onto a chair or wall and swing one leg forward and backward (10 reps each leg).

Arm Circles – Extend your arms to the sides and make small circles, gradually increasing their size.

Hip Rotations – Rotate your hips in circular motions (30 seconds in each direction).

3. High Knees (1 minute)

March or jog in place while bringing your knees as high as possible.

Engage your core for better balance and coordination.

4. Torso Twists (2 minutes)

Stand with feet slightly apart and twist your torso left and right.

This helps loosen up your spine and waist.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Cardio & Dance (20 minutes)

Dance is one of the best full-body workouts, and since Wonyoung is constantly performing, we can assume dance training is a big part of her fitness routine. This section will help improve stamina, coordination, and agility.

1. Dance Routine (15 minutes)

Pick a K-pop choreography ( anti fragile by lesserafim or super shy by nwjns are great choices as a start 💀 ).

Focus on full-body engagement, precise movements, and fluidity.

Repeat the chorus multiple times to increase endurance.

2. Jump Rope (5 minutes)

Grab a jump rope and go for steady jumps to burn calories and improve footwork.

If you don’t have a rope, mimic the movement in place.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Strength Training (25 minutes)

Wonyoung has a slim yet toned body, which suggests she does low-impact strength exercises that emphasize definition rather than muscle bulk.

1. Squats (4 sets of 15 reps)

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart and squat down as if sitting in a chair.

Engage your core and push through your heels.

2. Lunges (3 sets of 12 reps per leg)

Step forward into a deep lunge, making sure your knee doesn’t go past your toes.

This helps tone your thighs and improve balance.

3. Push-ups (3 sets of 10-15 reps)

Keep your core tight and lower your body in a controlled motion.

Modify with knee push-ups if needed.

4. Plank (3 sets, hold for 30 seconds to 1 minute)

Keep your body straight and avoid letting your hips drop.

This strengthens your core and improves posture.

5. Leg Raises (3 sets of 15 reps)

Lie on your back and raise your legs without touching the ground.

Engage your abs to keep your movements controlled.

6. Bicep Curls (3 sets of 12 reps)

Use light dumbbells or water bottles.

Slowly lift and lower your arms for a controlled workout.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Flexibility & Cool-down (10 minutes)

Idols like Wonyoung need flexibility for fluid dance movements. Stretching helps prevent stiffness and promotes long, lean muscles.

1. Standing Hamstring Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Extend one leg forward with your heel on the ground and lean in.

2. Quadriceps Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Grab your ankle and pull it toward your glutes for a deep stretch.

3. Hip Flexor Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Step forward into a lunge and push your hips forward.

4. Upper Back & Shoulder Stretch (1 minute per side)

Interlace your fingers and push your hands forward to round your back.

5. Cobra Stretch (1 minute)

Lie on your stomach and push your upper body up with your hands.

6. Child’s Pose (2 minutes)

Sit back on your heels with arms extended forward for full-body relaxation.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧Final Tips for wonyoung fitness routine

Hydration is key! Drink water throughout your workout.

Don’t overtrain. Wonyoung’s routine likely includes proper rest days.

Consistency is everything. Do this workout 3-4 times a week.

Pair it with a balanced diet. Nourish your body with protein and healthy carbs.

@bloomzone !🍀

[eclipixels]

Push-ups

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Watching Isagi workout

[1,115 words]

      You lean casually against the cool, steel railing of the gym, your arms folded across your chest as you watch Isagi relentlessly power through another grueling set of exercises. The harsh light of the gym catches his damp, dark hair, which sticks to his forehead with sweat as his breath comes in steady, controlled bursts, betraying the effort behind his seemingly effortless focus.

      Lately, it’s like he’s been driven by some unspoken force, pushing himself harder than ever before, determined to cultivate the strength to match his fiery determination on the field. His usual confidence has taken on a sharper edge. His body isn’t just a tool for playing soccer anymore; it’s becoming a testament to his dedication, his unyielding willpower. And honestly, it’s impossible to tear your eyes away.

      You can’t help but watch as his muscles flex with every deliberate movement, the veins in his forearms becoming more prominent as he lifts the heavy weights. His biceps tighten with each rep, and your eyes trace the way his core ripples with effort as he powers through set after set of sit-ups. The way his chest rises and falls, the way his breath grows deeper and heavier with each exertion—it’s mesmerizing. The sheer intensity in his gaze as he focuses, the way his lips press into a thin line of concentration, it all adds up to something that’s almost too much to handle.

      And let’s be honest—it’s ridiculously attractive.

      "You're staring," Isagi comments between sets, his voice playful but teasing. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, though he doesn't even slow down, pushing through his workout like he’s trying to prove something to both himself and you. The weight of the dumbbells in his hands doesn’t seem to matter as he digs deeper into his resolve.

      You scoff, the corner of your mouth curling into a subtle, deflective smile. "You're imagining things," you retort, trying to play it cool, though your heart betrays you, hammering a little faster than you'd like.

      "Yeah?" He sets the dumbbells down with a soft clank, rolling his shoulders back with a slight grunt as he turns toward you. His eyes lock onto yours, the playful glint in his sapphire gaze practically daring you to admit the truth. His shirt clings to his torso, now drenched in sweat, leaving very little to the imagination. A shiver runs through you as your eyes inadvertently flicker down his toned physique.

      "Then why are you blushing?" he presses, his grin turning a little too victorious for your liking. The smirk on his face could only be described as devilish.

      Your face heats up, the blood rushing to your cheeks before you can even try to mask it. His grin widens, and there's an undeniable satisfaction in his expression. He's caught you. But before you can muster a witty comeback, he strides closer, his presence consuming the space between you. Without warning, his hand flicks lightly against your forehead, playful yet somehow intimate.

      "You like watching me, huh?" His voice is low now, teasing, laden with a self-assured confidence that borders on cocky. And in a way, you almost admire the way he can switch from exhaustion to full-blown flirtation with such ease.

      You roll your eyes, desperate to recover some semblance of composure. With a quick shove at his shoulder, you mutter, "Shut up and get back to work, Ichi."

      He chuckles under his breath, rubbing his messy hair and offering you that infuriatingly endearing grin of his. "You just want to go back to watching me," he says, his tone still brimming with playful challenge, the words hanging in the air like an open invitation.

      “And what if I do?” you shoot back, your heart thumping a little faster as the playful tension between the two of you thickens.

      Without missing a beat, he’s back to it, pushing himself harder, lifting more weight, running through drills with even more determination than before. Each movement is sharper, more precise, as if he’s somehow aware of the way you’re watching, perhaps using it as fuel to drive himself even further.

      You can’t help but laugh, a small smile tugging at your lips as you shake your head, amazed at how effortlessly he can blend effort with charm. He’s impossible to ignore, and, much to your dismay, you're completely captivated.

      As the minutes stretch on, your eyes can’t help but track the way his muscles ripple and tense, the rhythm of his breathing almost hypnotic. It’s clear now that he’s not just working for himself. He’s showing off, putting on a display just for you, though it’s wrapped up in the guise of hard work and determination.

      You want to look away, to give him his space, but something in you knows you wouldn’t be able to. You’re hooked.

      Somewhere along the way, the dynamic shifts a little. For some reason, he decided to make you a part of his workout and now his hands carefully gripped your sides. He was bench pressing you.

      You can't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting you.

      Isagi only smirks as he brings you back up, his arms pushing through the effort, his breath quickening. “Hi”

      “Ichi, put me down.” You giggled.

      As you’re brought back down once more, he leans closer, a smirk still on his face. He places you on the floor before climbing on top. Your face warms up at the compromising position but he just starts doing push ups.

      At first, you're too stunned to react, your heart skipping multiple beats when he pushes down to have his lips meet yours once more.The kisses are brief, playful, and it sends a jolt through you.

      "Is this necessary?" you gasp between breaths, your heart racing as you stare up at him in disbelief.

      He chuckles, lowering himself down again, his lips brushing against yours as if he’s done it a thousand times before. “Extremely, otherwise I won’t get stronger”

      The smirk on his face is almost devilish, that confident twinkle back in his eyes. He’s clearly enjoying every second of this, and you were too. The cycle continues—he lowers himself down, kisses you, and pushes himself back up again. Each time, the kiss grows a little bolder, the warmth of his lips against yours igniting something inside you, making it harder to focus on the workout and easier to get lost in the love between you two.

      By the time he finally lifts you for the last time, your head is spinning, and your heart is racing at the speed of light. “I think we’ve done enough for today,” he says, a satisfied grin on his face.

[thirteenheavens]

Hi, how are u? Can i request a gyu smut in a private gym? Like y/n telling him "I can work u up too" 🤭 only if you're comfortable ofc. Thx.

You’re doing great|| Mingyu x Reader

Notes: guys I’m not the biggest gym person so don’t attack me I work out in my room LMAO

You walk into the private gym that Mingyu owns, your eyes widening at the state-of-the-art equipment. He's already there, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, his muscles glistening with sweat.

"Hey, you made it," he says, flashing you a charming smile. "I'm glad you could join me." You smile back, feeling a bit self-conscious in your workout clothes. "Thanks for inviting me," you reply, trying to sound confident.

Mingyu notices your hesitation and walks over to you. "Don't worry, I'll show you everything," he says, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Let's start with some cardio." You nod and follow him to the treadmill, watching as he sets it up for you. He starts jogging on the one next to yours, his pace steady and strong.

You hop on your own treadmill and begin to run, trying to match his speed. After a few minutes, you can feel your heart rate picking up and your muscles starting to warm up. Mingyu glances over at you and smirks. "Not bad," he says, increasing his speed slightly. "But I bet I can outlast you."

As the minutes tick by, you and Mingyu continue to run, your competitive spirits rising. You glance over at him and see that he's still keeping up his pace, but you can tell he's starting to sweat a little more. You increase your speed again, determined to beat him. "You're not going to win this one," you say, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

Mingyu laughs and matches your pace, his eyes locked on yours. "Oh really? I like a challenge," he says, his competitive side coming out. You run until your legs feel like jelly, but you refuse to give up. Finally, you slow down and hit the stop button on your treadmill, gasping for breath.

Mingyu follows suit, a satisfied grin on his face. "I guess I won this round," he says, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Mingyu leads you to the weightlifting area, where a variety of weights are set up. "Let's start with some bench presses," he says, grabbing a barbell and setting it up on the bench.

He shows you how to position yourself and demonstrates the proper technique. "Remember to keep your back straight and push upwards," he instructs, his eyes focused on your form. You lie down on the bench and grip the bar, feeling a bit nervous. Mingyu stands behind your head, ready to spot you if necessary.

"You got this," he encourages, his voice low and reassuring. "Just focus on your breathing and keep pushing." You take a deep breath and lift the bar off the rack, slowly lowering it to your chest and pushing it back up. With each rep, you feel a little more confident, your muscles burning with effort. As you finish your set, Mingyu takes the bar from you and sets it back on the rack. "Nice work," he says, his eyes scanning your body appreciatively. "You're stronger than you think."

You sit up and wipe the sweat from your forehead, feeling a rush of endorphins. "Thanks," you say, feeling proud of yourself. Mingyu grins and moves to the next piece of equipment. "Now for some bicep curls," he says, picking up a pair of dumbbells.

He shows you how to grip the dumbbells and demonstrates the proper form again. "Make sure to keep your elbows close to your sides," he says, standing behind you once more. You begin the curls, feeling the burn in your biceps as you lift the weights. Mingyu's hands are on your arms, guiding you through the movements.

"You're doing great," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. Mingyu moves to the other side of the gym, giving you some space to rest. You watch as he lifts weights and does various exercises, his muscles flexing and rippling with each movement. He catches you staring and smirks, knowing the effect he's having on you. "Like what you see?" he asks, teasingly.

You blush and look away, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught. But you can't deny that watching him work out is turning you on. Mingyu finishes his set and walks back over to you, a knowing glint in his eye. "Ready for some more?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"I think I'm ready for something else," you say, your voice taking on a sultry tone. Mingyu raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. "Oh really? And what would that be?" he asks, stepping closer to you. You reach out and trace a finger down his sweaty chest, your touch light and teasing. "I think I could work you up too," you whisper, looking up at him with desire in your eyes.

Mingyu's eyes darken with lust as he takes in your words and actions. "Is that so?" he says, his voice low and rough. He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours. "You think you can handle me?" he asks, his lips hovering just above yours.

You nod, feeling a surge of confidence. "I know I can," you say, your hands roaming over his muscular back. Mingyu growls and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss.

You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and it sends a jolt of desire through your body. "Let's take this to the shower," he murmurs against your lips. As Mingyu leads you through the gym, you're surprised by the size of the building. It's much larger than you expected, with several rooms and even a shower area.

"I like to be prepared for anything," he says, noticing your expression. "This place has everything I need." He opens the door to the shower room and guides you inside. It's spacious and luxurious, with multiple shower heads and a large mirror.

"Strip," he commands, his eyes locked on yours. You feel a thrill of excitement as you comply with his command, slowly removing your workout clothes. Mingyu watches you intently, his gaze roaming over your body as it's revealed.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he says, his voice thick with desire. He steps closer to you, his hands sliding up your sides as he begins to kiss your neck. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down to tease your nipples. You moan softly, your head tilting back as he continues to explore your body. "Mingyu," you whisper, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

He smirks against your skin and guides you under the shower head, letting the warm water cascade over both of you. "Let's get you nice and clean first," he says, reaching for the soap. Mingyu's lips and hands are all over you, his kisses trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. His hands are everywhere, caressing your breasts, your stomach, and finally coming to rest on your hips.

"You're trembling," he says, his voice low and rough. "Are you nervous?" You shake your head, unable to speak as he nips at your earlobe. "No," you manage to say, your breath hitching as his fingers brush against your inner thigh.

Mingyu chuckles and turns you around, pressing you against the shower wall. "Good," he says, his body caging you in as he begins to soap up your back. "I want you to be excited." You feel the coolness of the soap on your skin as Mingyu's hands move over your back, his touch firm and deliberate. He kneads the muscles in your shoulders and neck, working out any tension you might have.

"Relax," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you." His hands slide lower, massaging your lower back and then moving to your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze, causing you to gasp.

"So perfect," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to be inside you." You turn around to face Mingyu, your hand reaching out to wrap around his thick cock. He groans as you begin to stroke him, his eyes closing in pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels good," he says, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. You smile, feeling empowered by the way you're affecting him. You drop to your knees, your eyes locked on his as you lean in to take him into your mouth.

Mingyu's hands tangle in your hair as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him. "Y-Y/N," he moans, his grip on your hair tightening. You take him deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you work him over. Mingyu's moans grow louder, his hips thrusting slightly as he tries to hold back.

"Stop, stop," he gasps, pulling you off him. "I don't want to cum yet." He helps you up and pins you against the wall again, his body pressed against yours. "I need to be inside you," he says, his voice hoarse with need. Mingyu turns you around once more, bending you over slightly as he positions himself behind you. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you push back against him.

"Eager, aren't we?" he teases, his hands gripping your hips. He slides into you slowly, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside you. You gasp at the sensation of being filled so completely, your hands splayed against the shower wall for support.

Mingyu begins to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, but quickly building in intensity. The sound of water splashing around you mixes with the sounds of your moans and his grunts as he pounds into you. Mingyu's pace is relentless as he drives into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place. The water from the shower is running down your bodies, making everything slick and slippery.

"You feel so good," he growls, his chest pressed against your back. "So tight and wet for me." You arch your back, trying to take him even deeper, and he responds by reaching around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel yourself hurtling towards your orgasm.

"Mingyu, I'm going to-" you cry out, your words cut off by a moan as you come hard around his cock. Mingyu groans as he feels you clench around him, his own orgasm following close behind. He thrusts deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you.

"Y-Y/N," he gasps, holding you tightly as he rides out his climax. You both stay like that for a moment, panting and shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasms. Mingyu finally pulls out and turns you around to face him, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was incredible," he says, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. "You're incredible."

"That was amazing," you say, your voice a little shaky. "I didn't know it could feel like that." Mingyu grins and kisses you softly, his hands stroking your back. "I'm glad I could show you," he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “This can be our new work out together.”

[fitnessmantram]

Men's Bicep Workout at Home || Men's Arm Workout For Mass || #bicep #bic...

Warm-up: Start with a 5–10-minute warm-up to get your blood flowing and your muscles ready to work. Some good warm-up exercises include jumping jacks, jogging in place, or arm circles.

Workout: The following are some of the best bicep exercises that you can do at home:

Dumbbell curls: This is a classic bicep exercise that works the front of the biceps. To do a dumbbell curl, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and hold a dumbbell in each hand. With your palms facing forward, curl the dumbbells up towards your shoulders. Slowly lower the dumbbells back down to the starting position.

Hammer curls: This exercise works the inner and outer heads of the biceps. To do a hammer curl, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and hold a dumbbell in each hand. With your palms facing each other, curl the dumbbells up towards your shoulders. Slowly lower the dumbbells back down to the starting position.

Preacher curls: This exercise works the long head of the biceps. To do a preacher curl, sit on a preacher bench with your feet flat on the floor. Hold a dumbbell in each hand and place your forearms on the preacher bench. Curl the dumbbells up towards your shoulders. Slowly lower the dumbbells back down to the starting position.

Cool-down: Finish your workout with a 5-10 minute cool-down to help your body recover. Some good cool-down exercises include static stretches or yoga poses.

You can do 3 sets of 8-12 repetitions of each exercise. Be sure to rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. As you get stronger, you can increase the weight or resistance of the dumbbells.

It is important to note that this is just a sample workout. You may need to adjust the exercises or the number of sets and repetitions depending on your fitness level. It is also important to listen to your body and don't push yourself too hard.

Read More: Ultimate Guide to Master Resistance Bands for Pull Ups

[hcnnibal]

Hey Rat Man, I’ve just started going to the gym and my goal is gain some muscle in my arms and back. I know you do archery and go to the gym yourself, so I was wondering if you had any tips, advice or any exercises you particularly like!!

hell yeah!! im always down to yap about work outs!

my fave arm workouts:

biceps:

-good ole reliable barbell curls

-hammer curls

-zottman curls

-seated concentrated curls

-21s

-seated inclined dumbbell curls

shoulders:

-barbell standing overhead presses

-static hold lateral raises

-shoulder around the worlds

-seated rear delt flies

-hanging scapular retraction

triceps:

-dips

-fuck around with the cables sometimes

-pray that i hit them a lil on accident during my chest day

my fave back workouts:

-seated cable rows with a close grip

-machine lat pull downs

-alternating seated machine row

-one arm lat pull downs

-roman chair back extensions

general tips!

-choose a weight that has you kinda questioning your life choices at 3 reps in, but do it for like 6-7

-fast concentric, slow eccentric, no sloppy lifting 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ controlled movement is 🔑

-eat a lot! more food more strong :D

-stretch! like obviously warm up before a workout, but ive benefited alot from having a day or two during the week where i do like a full hour stretch routine. tom merrick has some very good videos

-you’re more likely to stick to stuff you like doing so play around, see what feels good, have fun with it

[on-a-lucky-tide]

absolutely feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel like babying me through it lmaoo but i’m trying to get back into my physical therapy and picked up my dad’s old hand weights. i’ve never lifted a thing in my life and i’m severely chronically ill and deconditioned (hence the pt lmao) and i was just wondering if you had any tips for absolute beginners or things i should really avoid bc i have no idea what i’m doing and have no one to ask 😭😭

Yo, T, this is great news.

If by "hand weights", you mean those like... baby dumbbell thingies? Then absolutely I can help.

Top tips:

Form is more important than weight. You need to get the movement right to build strength without injury. So, don't be ashamed to start as light as you can at first. Ensure you get full range of motion (e.g., if you're gonna do a bicep curl, then all the way down, all the way up; slow, controlled).

You'll need to warm up first. You can do this by lifting lighter weights before moving to heavier in exactly the same movement you intend to do (e.g., I'll always lift an almost naked barbell for my first set, or with very few weights, just so my joints can uh... crunch their way into motion). Some people do some band work.

Don't be me; listen to your body. If things start to bubble, pop, grind, crunch or, my personal favourite, stab you in the nerve endings, stop. Pushing through leads to injury. If you are consistent and patient, you will get better.

I recommend downloading the free app 'FitBod'. It has .gifs and videos showing you how to do hundreds of exercises. The free version won't let you 'log workouts', but you just need a pen and paper for that tbh.

I'd suggest starting seated in a dining room chair. This will stabilise you. Once you get confident, you can begin to do standing exercises.

Supplement the hand weights with body weight movements, such as shallow squats, crunches, push ups on knees (or, push ups against the wall, against the edge of the sofa).

Do mobility work. A good app for this is Pliability. Although I do shit like the Weatherman push up challenge 'cause my brain is spicy and gets bored with shit like the frog pose.

There's a link in my pinned for a workout split if you want it. Good luck, stay safe! 💪

[pink-chloes-back]

For those who wanted to know the workout:

🌸 5-Day Feminization Workout Routine with Swimming & Poise Exercises 🌸

Day 1: Full-Body Strength Training + Poise Exercises

• Warm-Up: 5-10 minutes of light cardio (jump rope, walking, or dancing)

• Squats (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Push-Ups (3 sets of 10-12 reps)

• Deadlifts (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Plank (3 sets, hold for 30-45 seconds)

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Wall Posture: Stand with your back to a wall, feet about 6 inches away, and practice standing tall with your shoulders back and chin slightly lifted for 1-2 minutes.

• Neck Rolls: Slowly roll your head in a circle, gently loosening tension and improving posture. Repeat 5 times in each direction.

• Cool Down: Stretch your legs, arms, and back.

Day 2: Swimming + Poise Practice

• Swimming (45 minutes):

• Swim laps focusing on fluid movements, alternating strokes to work on endurance. Aim for a balance of freestyle, breaststroke, and backstroke to engage different muscle groups.

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Balance Exercise: Stand tall with one foot in front of the other in a lunge position. Hold for 30 seconds, then switch feet. Practice balancing on one leg while keeping your body tall, engaging your core.

• Shoulder Blade Squeeze: Sit or stand with a straight back. Squeeze your shoulder blades together for 10 seconds, then release. Repeat for 5 sets.

• Cool Down: Stretch your arms and legs after swimming.

Day 3: Upper Body & Core Strength + Poise Exercises

• Warm-Up: 5-10 minutes of light cardio

• Dumbbell Chest Press (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Bicep Curls (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Tricep Press sets of 10-12 reps)

• Russian Twists (3 sets of 20 twists)

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Mirror Exercise: Stand in front of a mirror and practice your posture for 2 minutes. Ensure your shoulders are back, chin slightly lifted, and your stance is strong.

• Graceful Arm Movement: Practice slow, controlled arm movements. Hold your arms slightly bent at the elbows and move them gently up and down or side to side as if you're dancing or moving with fluidity.

• Cool Down: Stretch your arms, chest, and abs.

Day 4: Swimming + Flexibility & Poise

• Swimming (45 minutes):

• Focus on smooth, controlled strokes. You can alternate between different strokes to improve balance and fluidity.

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Posture Hold: Stand tall with your shoulders back, chest open, and feet hip-width apart. Hold the position for 2 minutes while focusing on controlled breathing and relaxation.

• Heel-to-Toe Walk: Walk in a straight line with one foot directly in front of the other for 1-2 minutes. This will help with balance and poise.

• Cool Down: Stretch your legs, shoulders, and back.

Day 5: Cardio, Full-Body Sculpt + Poise

• Warm-Up: 5-10 minutes of light cardio

• Jumping Jacks (3 sets of 30 seconds)

• Mountain Climbers (3 sets of 30 seconds)

• Planks (3 sets of 30 seconds)

• Kettlebell Swings (3 sets of 15 reps)

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Elegant Walking Practice: Walk around your room as if you're on a runway. Focus on fluid movements and keeping your posture aligned. Walk with confidence for 2-3 minutes.

• Neck and Shoulder Stretch: Sit or stand tall, slowly roll your shoulders in circles and then gently stretch your neck from side to side.

• Cool Down: Full-body stretch focusing on flexibility and posture.

💡 Additional Notes:

• Rest days: Take Day 6 and Day 7 as rest days or use one for light activity like walking, yoga, or stretching.

• For swimming, try to focus on fluid, graceful movements to help with endurance and poise in the water.

• Poise exercises are great for helping you develop that elegant, confident walk and improve posture.

[zayed-gold87]

Zayed adjusted his golden gym kit in the locker room, the gleam of the fabric catching the fluorescent lights. At 23, he was the pride of his fitness team—an athlete with a lean, defined physique that turned heads. His light leg hair stood out against his smooth, tanned skin, and his freshly shaved face gave him an air of youthful ambition. Today, he was determined to push harder, lift heavier, and carve himself into an even greater version of his already-impressive self.

The Shake

His teammates were already at work in the weightlifting section, their grunts and laughter echoing through the gym. Zayed grabbed a shaker bottle from the counter, its milky contents swirling with a hint of frothy foam. It was a new blend the trainer had suggested—a secret recipe designed to optimize growth and performance.

“Just try it, Zayed,” his coach had said with a wink. “You’ll see results in no time.”

The shake was cool and sweet, with a faint, almost metallic aftertaste that Zayed shrugged off. He downed it quickly and wiped his lips, tossing the bottle aside as he headed toward the bench press.

The First Signs

The workout began like any other. Zayed loaded the barbell, his toned arms flexing as he pressed the heavy weights with ease. By the second set, something strange began to happen. His muscles tingled, a sensation that was both exhilarating and unfamiliar.

“Bro, you’re looking pumped already,” one of his teammates joked, slapping Zayed on the back.

Zayed laughed, but his focus was already narrowing. The weights called to him, their challenge irresistible. Each rep felt easier, his strength surging with every movement. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror—his biceps were fuller, veins more prominent. He grinned, a hint of pride swelling in his chest.

But then the tingling spread.

By the time he hit the squat rack, his thighs bulged unnaturally, the golden gym shorts clinging tightly to his expanding quads. His teammates stared, their jaws slack as Zayed’s body seemed to defy logic, growing with each set.

The Fog

The changes weren’t just physical. As Zayed moved to the dumbbells, a strange fog crept into his mind. Thoughts felt slower, simpler. Words he once used effortlessly now seemed distant, as though they no longer mattered.

“Big,” he muttered, flexing his arms in the mirror, his voice deeper than he remembered.

“What was that?” one of his teammates asked.

Zayed didn’t answer. He couldn’t find the words. The mirror reflected a growing stranger—a massive, chiseled version of himself. His shoulders stretched the seams of his golden kit, the fabric straining to contain his unnaturally broad chest. The veins on his arms pulsed with each curl, his biceps now the size of grapefruits.

“More… lift,” Zayed grunted, his vocabulary shrinking to match his expanding physique.

The Obsession

Hours passed, and Zayed didn’t stop. He tore through exercises with a single-minded determination, his body transforming into a grotesquely perfect machine. His traps rose like mountains, his calves bulged like carved stone, and his golden gym kit barely clung to his impossibly toned frame.

The fog deepened. His teammates’ voices became background noise, their attempts to reason with him ignored. All that mattered were the weights.

“Zayed, maybe you should stop for a bit,” someone called out, but the words bounced off him like a distant echo.

“Lift,” Zayed growled, his hands gripping the barbell with an almost primal need.

The Final Transformation

By the end of the day, Zayed was unrecognizable. His once bright, sharp eyes now glinted with a dull, vacant focus. His clean-shaven jaw was square and jutting, his neck thick with muscle. Every inch of him was swollen, unnaturally sculpted, a statue of raw power.

He stood in the mirror, flexing, admiring the results he could no longer fully comprehend. His mind was a haze, his thoughts consumed by a single desire: more.

“Lift… big… muscle,” Zayed muttered, the words slow and heavy.

He didn’t leave the gym that night. Or the next. The shake’s formula had worked perfectly, leaving Zayed a hulking, brainless giant, living only to lift. His life as an ambitious young athlete faded into a haze of protein shakes, barbells, and the unending pursuit of size.

He belonged to the gym now. It was his sanctuary, his prison, and his sole purpose.

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