This is power (extended video) (Patreon)

Your girlfriend shows you what real power is.

The gym was electric with energy, the hum of weights clanging and the rhythmic thud of feet on treadmills blending into a symphony of sweat and determination. But everyone’s attention—yours included—was drawn to her. She stood in front of the mirrors, her reflection commanding the room like a goddess carved from marble. Her red micro-bikini clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, but it wasn’t just her body that stole the show. It was the sheer power radiating from her.

A year ago, you thought, shaking your head as you watched her lift a barbell loaded with more weight than most men could dream of hoisting. She had been small then. Fragile, even. You remembered how she used to shy away from compliments, how she’d bury herself in oversized hoodies and hide behind long hair. Now? Now she was a force of nature. Her muscles rippled with every movement, her shoulders broad enough to carry the weight of the world, her thighs thick and powerful, capable of crushing steel. And her confidence? That was the most intoxicating change of all. She didn’t just own the room; she owned the very air everyone breathed.

"Watch this," she called out to you, her voice low and teasing, cutting through the noise like a whip crack. Her eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, smoldering with an intensity that made your stomach drop. She bent down, her back arching perfectly as she gripped the barbell. With a grunt that sent shivers down your spine, she lifted it clean off the ground, the veins in her arms popping as she held it above her head effortlessly. The room erupted in murmurs, a mix of awe and envy, but she didn’t notice—or maybe she just didn’t care. Her gaze never left yours.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as she lowered the bar, her chest heaving with exertion. She sauntered over to you, hips swaying with every step, her bikini bottoms riding dangerously high. "What do you think, baby?" she purred, running a hand along the curve of her bicep. "Impressive, right?"

"You know you are," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady. But the truth was, you felt small next to her—not just physically, but in every way. She had grown so much, not just in size but in presence, and you could feel the distance between you widening with each passing day.

Her lips curled into a smirk, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear. "I need more," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "More than you can give me."

Your heart skipped a beat. "W-what do you mean?"

She pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning the room before landing on yours again. "Look at them," she said, gesturing subtly to the other gym-goers who were still stealing glances at her. "They can’t take their eyes off me. They want me. And I..." She trailed off, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I want them too."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You knew she was changing, but hearing her say it out loud made it real in a way you weren’t ready for. "Babe, we’ve talked about this," you started, but she cut you off with a sharp laugh.

"Talked?" she repeated, her tone mocking. "No, you talked. I listened. But I’ve been thinking... why should I limit myself? I’m not the same girl I was a year ago. I’m stronger now. Better. And I deserve to be worshipped."

Her hands found your shoulders, squeezing gently, and you could feel the power in her grip. She could crush you if she wanted to, and something about that thought sent a thrill racing through you. "You’re mine," you said weakly, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"For now," she said, her voice soft but firm. "But I need more. More hands, more mouths, more bodies willing to do whatever I ask. And you..." She tilted her head, studying you with those piercing eyes. "You don’t have to lose me completely. If you’re willing to share."

The offer hung in the air between you, heavy and unrelenting. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, you watched as she turned away from you, her muscles flexing with every step as she walked toward a group of guys by the free weights. They looked up at her like she was a queen, their eyes wide with admiration—and desire.

Her eyes scanned the gym, and that’s when she spotted her: a petite, 20-something girl with wide, admiring eyes. She looked like a fawn caught in headlights, completely transfixed by the goddess before her.

Oh, she thought, a wicked smile curling her lips. This will be fun.

You followed her gaze, your stomach sinking as you realized what was about to happen. “Hey,” she called out, her voice smooth and commanding. The girl blinked, startled, then pointed at herself as if asking, Me?

“Yeah, you,” your girlfriend said, beckoning her over with a single finger. “Come here.”

The girl hesitated for only a moment before obediently walking over, her cheeks flushed pink. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3”, her slight frame dwarfed by your girlfriend’s towering, muscular presence. “Uh… hi,” the girl stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi yourself,” your girlfriend replied, her tone dripping with confidence. She leaned back against the bench, her red micro-bikini clinging to every curve of her sculpted body. You could see the way the fabric dug into her thighs, how it barely contained the sheer mass of her chest and shoulders. It was impossible not to stare, and the girl clearly felt the same way. Her eyes flickered down, then back up, as if she didn’t know where to look first.

“What’s your name?” your girlfriend asked, tilting her head slightly. Her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her neck, and you noticed the way the girl’s throat bobbed as she swallowed nervously.

“E-Emily,” the girl managed to say, her voice trembling.

“Well, Emily,” your girlfriend began, her lips curling into a smirk, “do you like what you see?”

The girl’s face turned crimson, but she nodded without hesitation. “Y-yes.”

Your girlfriend chuckled, low and throaty. “Good. Because I want you to feel it too.” She flexed her bicep casually, the muscle swelling to an almost unbelievable size. It was like watching stone ripple beneath her skin, pure power condensed into one perfect form. “Go ahead,” she urged. “Touch me.”

Emily’s breath hitched, her hand hovering uncertainly in the air. “Are you sure?” she whispered, her voice so soft it was nearly lost in the hum of the gym.

“Do I look unsure?” your girlfriend shot back, arching an eyebrow. Her tone left no room for argument.

With trembling fingers, Emily reached out and pressed her palm to your girlfriend’s arm. The moment she made contact, her entire body seemed to freeze. You could practically see the electricity coursing through her as she traced the ridges of muscle, her eyes widening in awe.

“Holy—” Emily started, but the words died on her lips as your girlfriend shifted, flexing again. The movement rippled through her entire body, sending a shiver down Emily’s spine.

“That’s just a taste,” your girlfriend purred, leaning closer. Her breath brushed against Emily’s ear as she whispered, “Imagine what the rest of me feels like.”

You watched, your throat dry, as Emily’s hand drifted lower, following the contours of your girlfriend’s abs. Her touch was hesitant at first, but as your girlfriend encouraged her with little murmurs of approval, the girl grew bolder. Her fingers explored every dip and groove, tracing the lines of muscle as if committing them to memory.

“Good girl,” your girlfriend cooed, her voice low and husky. “But don’t stop there.”

Emily’s hand moved higher, brushing against the underside of your girlfriend’s chest. She gasped as her fingers met the firm, unyielding surface, her cheeks flushing even darker. Your girlfriend threw her head back, letting out a soft moan that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“Fuck,” Emily muttered under her breath, her hand still exploring. “You’re incredible.”

Your girlfriend laughed, the sound rich and full of satisfaction. “I know.” She reached down, gripping Emily’s wrist gently but firmly. “Now tell me, sweetheart… does this turn you on?”

Emily’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She nodded instead, her eyes glazed with desire.

“Then show me,” your girlfriend commanded, releasing her wrist. She leaned back against the bench, her legs parting ever so slightly. The invitation was clear, and Emily didn’t need to be told twice.

The girl’s hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her own tank top, pulling it over her head to reveal a simple black sports bra underneath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths shallow and uneven. She glanced at your girlfriend, seeking permission, and when she got a nod in return, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away as Emily slowly peeled them down, revealing pale, smooth skin and a pair of lace panties that did little to hide her arousal. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she let out a soft whimper as her fingers slid between her thighs.

Your girlfriend watched with a satisfied smirk, her own body tightening with anticipation. “Touch yourself,” she instructed, her voice low and commanding. “But don’t forget who you’re doing it for.”

Emily’s breath hitched as her fingers found their mark, her eyes locked onto your girlfriend’s impossibly powerful form. She stroked herself in slow, deliberate motions, her body quivering with each pass. The sight of her—so small and delicate, yet utterly consumed by desire—only served to highlight your girlfriend’s dominance.

“That’s it,” your girlfriend murmured, her own hand drifting lower, teasing the edge of her bikini bottoms. “Let me see how much you want me.”

Emily’s movements became more frantic, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “I can’t—” she started, but your girlfriend cut her off with a sharp shake of her head.

“Don’t speak,” she ordered. “Just show me.”

The girl obeyed, her entire body tensing as she approached the edge. Your girlfriend flexed her arms again, her muscles bulging obscenely, and that was all it took. Emily cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her. She shuddered violently, her legs giving out as she collapsed onto the bench beside your girlfriend.

For a moment, the only sound in the gym was Emily’s ragged breathing. Then your girlfriend leaned down, cupping the girl’s chin in her hand. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But don’t think you’re done yet.”

Emily’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “W-what do you mean?”

Your girlfriend’s smirk deepened as she stood, towering over the both of you. “I mean,” she said, her voice dropping to a silken purr, “you’re just getting started.”