Shown Up

I panted heavily, struggling through my workout. As a recent college graduate who had landed a good job, I had moved into a nice high-rise in the city with a surprisingly large gym. I'd always been embarrassed about my scrawny physique and total lack of athletic prowess, and with the gym right on the first floor of the building, I was now out of excuses for being so out of shape. So there I was at 7 PM on a Saturday evening, trying out weights and finding that most of them were still too heavy for me.

Fortunately, the gym was nearly empty, so there weren't too many witnesses to my weakness. The only other people in the gym were two girls, about my age, one pretty and shapely blonde I'd had to force myself to stop staring at early on in the workout to avoid seeming like a creep, and a brunette in baggy sweats who seemed intensely focused on her own workout. Neither was paying me any attention, which was probably for the best; I didn't really want women to see me struggling after just a few bench press reps with an empty bar.

I decided to finish my workout by seeing if I could do pull-ups. Somewhat nervously, I approached the bar in the middle of the gym and jumped up to grab it. My upper back and arms burned with exertion as I squeezed my eyes shut and kicked frantically, struggling to pull myself up above the bar. Opening my eyes, I saw the bar right in front of me, but I couldn't quite get all the way up. With a huff, I gave up and dropped to the floor.

"You'll get more out of it if you don't use your legs" said a female voice from behind me.

I turned and saw both girls just a few feet behind me. Exhausted as I was, I still had some energy to be embarrassed that they had just seen me fail to do a single pull-up.

"Here, let me show you," said the brunette. I watched as she casually hopped up, grabbed the bar, and easily performed eight pull-ups with perfect form, her ankles crossed and her legs totally immobile, her back and arms doing all the work. She began to struggle, and the blonde gave a little whistle and cheer. The brunette trembled with effort as she finished three more reps, then dropped, turning around panting but smiling. Her jaw was strong and her neck was thicker than average for a woman, giving an impression of sturdiness, but she was still quite pretty, her cheeks a little red from the effort.

"I'm Amy, by the way," said the blonde, "and this is my roommate, Sarah."

My eyes lingered on Amy for a little longer than they should have, admiring how her leggings and sports bra showed off her lithe but curvy figure, and how well her blonde hair complemented her bright blue eyes. She was classically beautiful and way out of my league. Hopefully she would think my staring was just from exhaustion and not from being a creep.

"I'm Casey. Pleased to meet you" I answered, looking away from her and toward Sarah, who was now unzipping her hoodie and taking it off, stripping down to the athletic-wear tank top underneath. She was much bulkier than either me or Amy, but clearly more from muscle than from fat. Her arms were thick and toned, and her shoulders round, the muscles visible under the skin as she dropped her hoodie on a nearby bench. She took a step toward me and Amy, a few inches taller than us both.

"Are you new here?" asked Sarah. "Haven't seen you before."

"Yeah," I said, looking up at her and then back to Amy, "just moved in last week."

"So, want to take another shot at the pull-ups?" asked Sarah, a smile forming on her face. I thought I saw a little mischief there.

"Uh..." I hesitated, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of them again. I didn't want to fail another single rep, especially after watching a woman finish ten so easily.

"Come on," said Sarah. "I'll help if you need it."

Not wanting to argue, I jumped up and grabbed the bar again, this time trying not to kick as I tried to pull myself up. Without cheating on the rep like last time, I hardly moved at all even though I was straining as hard as I could.

"You've got this!" said Amy. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my hips pushing me up, and I made it up above the bar. I let myself back down, smiling, but I could tell Sarah had done more to get me up than I had.

"Thanks" I managed to say as I looked at Sarah behind me. She smiled back.

"You're welcome." Sarah paused for a moment, then slipped her phone out of her pocket. "Hey, do you mind taking some pictures of us for my Instagram? I like this pump I've got going."

"Uh, sure." I said, taking the phone.

Sarah turned to the side and flexed her impressive tricep. I snapped a photo, then Amy stepped into the frame and posed next to her, flexing her own tris, smaller but still well-defined. After I took that picture, they switched to flexing their biceps, and I couldn't help but be amazed at how bulging and well-defined Sarah's were. Amy reached over and placed a hand on Sarah's bicep, leaning into her a little for the pose.

"Alright, can you see if they're good?" I asked after taking a few, reaching out to hand the phone back to Sarah. She and Amy leaned in and examined them.

"Yep, they're perfect. Thanks."

I nodded and started to turn away.

"Wait," said Sarah, handing the phone to Amy. "Take a few of me and Casey." "Look, I really should-" I stammered.

"Come here." said Sarah, cutting me off. Tired, I felt unable to resist the firmness of her tone and approached. Sarah flexed her triceps next to me. I followed her lead and flexed my own much less impressive ones, looking uneasily at the phone.

"Now do one where you lean in and touch my tris. Same pose as Amy,," commanded Sarah. I obeyed again, leaning in closer and rubbing down the hard, powerful muscle of her upper arm.

"Ooh, that's a good one," said Amy, snapping the picture. Sarah switched to flexing her biceps, placing my hand on one of them. I felt my cheeks flush as I felt her bulging, hard arm, knowing how much stronger it was than mine.

"Alright, Casey, you do a flex too now." said Amy. I obeyed, flexing my own scrawny biceps. "Aaand... perfect." said Amy, handing the phone back to Sarah. Sarah started flipping through the pictures, angling the phone toward me so I could see too.

I leaned in, almost brushing against Sarah. My cheeks flushed hot as I realized how small and how weak I looked next to the powerful woman next to me in the photos, how almost feminine I looked leaning into feel her muscles.

"We look good in these" purred Sarah, looking at me with the same smile she had when she encouraged me to get on the chin-up bar. Her twinkling brown eyes were gazing into me just a little too intensely, and I had to turn away, flustered. Here I was, the only man in a room with two women but so scrawny next to one of them and probably still weaker than the other. They were acting friendly, but there was some kind of amusement under Sarah's smile, and maybe under Amy's too. I had been bullied a lot in high school, and I couldn't help but feel there was some kind of joke being played on me.

"Yeah." I replied. "Anyway, I've got to get going. Nice meeting both of you."

I turned and hurried toward the door of the gym.

"Nice meeting you too!" called Amy sweetly from behind me. Heart racing, I stepped out into the hallway and made my way to the elevator. I hit the up button, and mercifully, the doors opened immediately. I stepped in and pressed the button for the eighth floor, where my unit was. A few seconds later, right as the door started to close, Sarah stepped into the elevator. I moved to the corner and looked down to avoid her gaze. She pressed a button and moved to the wall next to me, not the opposite corner. Realizing it would be too awkward to go through the whole ride silently, I decided to speak.

"I'm pretty terrible at lifting, huh?" I asked, hoping the self-deprecation would take the sting out of anything she might say.

"Well, at least you're pretty."

That wasn't the response I expected, and my cheeks flushed hot again. I opened my mouth to say something, but was too flabbergasted to reply.

"You're very cute when you get flustered like that." said Sarah. I looked up, and saw once again that same smile and twinkle of amusement in her eyes, like a cat playing with its food. Now I really didn't know what to say. I didn't get a lot of attention from women, especially not ones as pretty as Sarah.

The elevator's bell chimed and the doors opened. The sign above the buttons indicated we were on the seventh floor.

"This is my floor. Come on." She motioned toward the door with one hand, and gently grabbed my wrist with the other. My heart raced as she pulled me out of the elevator, but resisting didn't even occur to me. Sarah released my wrist and led me a brief way down the hall, pulling her key card out of her pocket and opening the door to her apartment. She stepped inside, but I hesitated on the door frame, looking over her bulging, muscular arms again, a little nervous to be alone with someone so much stronger than me. Sarah turned and looked at me out in the hall.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"You're... kind of intimidating."

"But you like that, don't you?"

My heart was thumping in my ears now, and my hands and feet were tingling like all the blood had left them. I was a little afraid, but even more excited.

"Y-yes," I stammered. Sarah's smile broadened, and she stepped aside, motioning for me to come in. Trembling, I stepped in and let the door close behind me, feeling like I had just climbed into a cage with a tiger. The apartment was tastefully furnished, with two couches on opposite sides of a glass coffee table facing each other and a clean kitchen. Sarah motioned toward one of the couches and walked off toward the kitchen. Nervously, I sat down and watched her fill two glasses of water.

"Gotta hydrate after we work out," said Sarah, sitting down across from me and setting down a glass of water for me and taking a big swig from her own. Still nervous, especially with her so close to me, I followed her lead. She stared at me as I did, making me even more nervous.

"You left the gym in a hurry," she said, setting down her glass.

"I was finished with my workout." I replied. She looked at me very skeptically but didn't say anything. Finally, I broke the silence.

"Alright, I was embarrassed about the pictures." I admitted.

"Embarrassed? Why?" giggled Sarah.

"I-I... I look pretty weak next to you. And the ones where you had me hold your muscles..." I was blushing again, remembering how girly I had looked imitating Amy's pose, and also how hard and thick Sarah's muscles had felt. "It made me feel... emasculated."

Sarah smiled wolfishly and stood up. My breath caught in my throat as she sauntered around the coffee table and sat down right next to me, her leg brushing against mine.

"But getting emasculated turns you on, doesn't it?" she said in a low, sultry voice. Her hand brushed up my thigh and toward my groin, coming to a rest over my rock hard erection, only the fabric of my briefs and basketball shorts between them. I involuntarily gasped in shock. Sarah let out an amused chuckle.

"Let's get you into something that fits you better," she said, her hand releasing my dick and grabbing at the hem of my t-shirt. I felt her other hand grasp my wrist, and she stood up, gently pulling me to my feet. Still too stunned to speak, I followed her as she led me to one of the bedrooms. Sarah let go of my hand once I was in the room and walked over to a dresser along the wall. I stood a few feet behind her, watching her rummage through the dresser, admiring the powerful muscles of her upper back and shoulders peeking out over the top of her tank top.

Sarah turned and tossed a white bundle onto the queen-sized bed.

"Try that on. I'll be back in a few minutes." Her smile had that same mischief as when she had challenged me to try another chin-up knowing full well I couldn't do it. She walked past me and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I walked over to the bed to examine the bundle she had tossed. I separated the bundle out and blushed as I realized what it was: a white tennis skirt with a matching white lacy bra and panties. I paused for a moment, taken aback. This really was emasculating. But, as Sarah had pointed out, that excited me. I was curious to see how I looked in the outfit she had chosen for me, and also very eager to see Sarah's reaction.

I slipped out of my t-shirt, briefs, socks, and basketball shorts, standing naked before the bed for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the panties and stepped into them. The fabric was was extremely soft, and I couldn't deny it felt good against my thighs as I pulled it up, though my raging erection made them tight once I put them on. Next, I slid up the skirt and found it similarly soft and pleasant-feeling. Finally, I picked up the bra, slipped my arms through the loops, and struggled with the clasp behind my back for a few moments until it clicked into place. It felt snug around my chest, supportive in a reassuring way even though I didn't have boobs.

I noticed a full-length mirror along the wall and walked over to see how I looked. The bra straps clung tight on either side of my neck, accentuating my narrow shoulders and collarbone. My stomach was flat, though not flat enough to have visible abs, and the ensemble left my narrow waist exposed. The tennis skirt didn't even make it halfway down my thighs, showing off my thin legs. Overall, I was amazed at how girly I looked. I had always had a delicate face, and the skimpy clothes showed off my dainty figure nicely. I had never had much body hair, and the body hair I did have was very lightly colored and hardly visible. My light brown hair hung down a little past my eyebrows; still short, but in its disheveled state from my workout and change of clothes. Turning to the side, I noticed that my butt jutted out noticeably just a little bit. I smiled, feeling suddenly more confident in myself and forgetting how badly the workout had kicked my ass.

I heard the bedroom door swing open behind me and turned to see Sarah sauntering into the room. She licked her lips and grinned broadly as she looked me up and down. My heartrate picked up and my mouth went a little dry as she approached me. I felt extremely self-conscious and exposed in the skimpy outfit, and having just seen my own slender body almost naked, I was acutely aware of just how much stronger she was than me.

"God damn, you look like a snack." My cheeks flushed hot at the compliment. She stopped just inches from me, looking down into my eyes. I had always been short for a man, so I was used to feeling small, but Sarah must have been almost six feet, and I wasn't used to women towering over me like that.

Unable to meet her gaze for long, I turned back to the mirror. The reflection confirmed my impression: next to this muscular, broad-shouldered woman, I looked positively fragile and dainty in the tennis skirt and white lace bra.

Sarah reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, spinning around in shock.

"How about we continue that photoshoot?"

"What? No! I don't want pictures of me dressed like this floating around the internet!"

"Relax, these are just for my own viewing pleasure. That outfit really suits you. You really don't want to capture this moment?"

I opened my mouth again to argue, but stopped. She was right: I really did like how the skirt and bra looked on me. And something about obeying Sarah just seemed natural. Her confident tone and the fact that she could snap me in half if she wanted to were making me feel submissive. Still blushing, I looked into the camera and let her take a picture without objection.

"Good girl." She purred. My heart raced with excitement and I felt my erection throb at the words. "Now, turn toward the dresser and grab the edge. Stretch your back and stick out your butt a little bit."

I complied, bending over the waist-high dresser.

"You've got an ass on you. Now, hold that pose but look over your shoulder. Okay, perfect. Now, look a little less nervous and a little more... sultry. Relax, part your lips a bit. There we go. Alright, now keep that face, but face the camera and get on your knees. Touch your finger to your lower lip... Spread your knees apart a little more, wider stance."

I followed her instructions automatically, looking up into the camera with that sultry expression she had told me to keep. Sarah paused for a moment, thinking.

"Alright, now lie down on your back on the bed." Once I did, she approached with the phone. "Spread your legs a little... you're a natural at this. Tilt your head back. There we go."

Suddenly, I heard the apartment door open and sat up. Looking over, I realized the bedroom door was still open, so whoever had just walked in would be able to see me like this. Panicking, I moved to get up and hide myself, but Sarah put her hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. I struggled a bit, but could tell it was futile.

Amy appeared in the bedroom doorway and giggled as she caught sight of me and Sarah. My cheeks burned and I felt like I was shrinking into myself.

"How was the rest of your workout?" asked Sarah.

"It was good. I see you ended yours a little early," replied Amy, looking at Sarah and then at me. I looked away as soon as her eyes met mine.

"I decided to finish the photoshoot with Casey. Speaking of which, do you mind taking some of us?" She held out the phone, and Amy walked into the room and took it from her. Sarah sat down next to me on the bed and smiled up at the camera. Sweating nervously, I looked away, which only made Amy giggle louder.

"Come on, look at the camera..." Amy wheedled. Sarah's hand came up to my cheek and gently turned my face toward the camera. Amy looked intently into the phone as she lined up the picture. Then, I felt Sarah's arm around my waist, pulling me close. In that moment of humiliation, her body felt like a rock of stability, and I could tell I was clinging to her instinctually.

"Okay, now lean in and kiss her on the cheek." Although I had felt frozen with fear a moment before, I eagerly leaned my head in and kissed Sarah's cheek, prompting a giggle from her.

"Alright, one more I want to do." said Sarah, standing up. She hooked her thumb into the waist of her baggy sweatpants, pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of them. I knew she was strong, and I had suspected her legs must have been too, but the sight of them was breathtaking. They were shapely and statuesque, her thighs thick like tree trunks and bulging with muscle. Her gym shorts were tight and showed the exact shape of her ass: large, round, and muscular from who knows how many squats, deadlifts, and hip thrusts. She had an incredibly powerful, yet distinctly feminine physique.

My staring was interrupted by Sarah snapping her fingers and motioning for me to get up. I stood up without hesitating. She grabbed my waist and pulled me up against her again.

"Lean into me. Hand on my shoulder. Lips on my cheek." I obeyed, leaning into her hard body and getting onto my tiptoes to kiss her cheek. I was trembling with excitement and yet feeling safe pulled into that powerful body, my slender legs pressed up against her massive thigh. Suddenly, I felt her hand reach behind me and grab my ass, and I squealed in surprise. Amy laughed, then Sarah did too.

"Okay, got it," said Amy, handing the phone back to Sarah. "I'll leave you two kids alone now." She giggled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"Let's take a look at what we've got." said Sarah, pulling up the pictures on her phone and angling it so I could see. We started with the first picture Sarah took of me in the outfit. I looked nervous and vulnerable, which didn't surprise me.