Lab Rat, Part 14: Strike a Pose!

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Gil held up the camera, as Sylvia stepped back.  Gil noticed her nipples were fully erect.  He then saw that Sylvia had noticed him staring at her breasts.  She looked coyly at him, waved her breasts, and reached up, but instead of taking the camera, she merely opened the small door on the camera that held the flash card and battery.  She popped out the drive, and walked over to the credenza next to the fireplace.  Flat-footed, she bent forward slowly at the waist to open the credenza.  Gil’s heart fluttered at another view of her perfectly round ass and thighs, surrounding the magnificent depression of her crotch.  Her labia were swollen and deployed for action.  He fought the urge to come up behind and grab her.

After a moment of fidgeting with the video controllers, the screen of the flat screen TV went blank.  Sylvia stood and turned, squinting, her attention drawn to a remote control held up close to her thick chest.  Her bulging biceps and forearms squeezed her ample breasts together, forming a deep décolleté.  After a moment, she pointed the remote to the screen, and the first of her nude cheer photos appeared.  “Ah...These are beautiful, Gil!” she exclaimed in a soft whisper, obviously entranced by the quality of the images.

Gil was likewise entranced by the nude, muscle-bound woman in front of him.  “Thanks, glad you like them!  Helps to have a pretty model to work with.”  He chose to stare at the live figure in front of him, instead of the images.  “Which one do you like the most?” he asked absentmindedly.

Sylvia noticed the change in his tone, and looked at him, catching him staring at her lower body.  She put her hands on her hips and stepped her right leg out a bit, so her labia were visible again from the front.  “I like the one of me from behind jumping!  My ass looks spectacular!”  She came up to him again.  “This is fun!  You want to take a few more?’

Gil couldn’t refuse.  “Yeah, sure!”  

Silvia spun around on her toes, and went to the credenza,  This time she squatted to remove the disk.  Her huge, muscular thighs bulged as they pressed on her rock hard calves.  She then stood, and returned to hand the drive to Gil.  

“I want to do some Playboy-style.  A little boudoir look, perhaps?”  She smiled at him.  

Gil smiled back.  “Sure, we can do that.  Soften the lights a little, some relaxed poses?”

Sylvia turned off the TV, and turned up the gas on the fireplace.  “Yes!  I’ll be back in a moment.  Light controls are on this remote.”  She handed the remote to Gil, before walking over to the other bedroom.

Gil put the drive back in the camera, and then used the remote to lower the lights.  One light, an overhead spot, was trained on the floor in front of the tall mirror.  He guessed the Sylvia used this for posing.  He thought about the rigor of bodybuilding.  He liked to keep in shape, but Sylvia was at another level.  Her physique must have taken an immense amount of effort and diet.  She probably needed the mirror to work on her routines, which required focus and effort in order to show her best form.  He also wondered if she was a bit narcissistic.  He guessed you had to be a bit self-centered, and confident, to train so hard, then pose on stage, nearly nude, and be judged solely on your body parts.

Still, there was so much muscle on her body.  That amount on a woman, though striking and sexy, seemed a bit unnatural to Gil.  Some would say grotesque.   Dessa had some nice muscles, but she trained hard and ate clean.  To get that big, Gil presumed Sylvia was taking supplements, maybe even illegal ones.  That was her business, though.  Right now, he just wanted to get her picture.

Sylvia walked back into the room.  She was wearing a towel, and high-heeled slippers.  Her hair was up in a loose bun.  She had another towel in her hand.  Gil was amazed to see so much curvy mass so gracefully poised on well-turned ankles on heels.  He sighed a bit.

“Alrighty!  I don’t want to be too shimmery in these photos.   I’ve wiped as much of the sheen lotion off as I can.  Can you help with the back again?”  She asked.

Gil stood, now unconcerned about the large bulge in his pants.  It was beginning to hurt, and that worried him.  He hated blue balls.  Sylvia turned, and Gil began to wipe her taut skin, again from the shoulders down.   Sylvia worked on her arms, as he continued.  The towels began to turn a dirty tan.  

As Gil worked down her back, he found he had to ask.  “This is an amazing amount of mass!  I’m a guy with good testosterone levels, and I’m not nearly as swole.  Is this all genetics, hard work, and diet?”

Sylvia kept wiping, looking at her thick arms.  “Why do you ask?” she asked curtly.

“I’m not judging.  It’s your body."  Gil backpedaled a bit.   "I’m just curious: You said you treat it as an experiment.”  He reached her ass.  To help, she bent over again, working on her legs as he wiped around and between her ample glutes.

“You finished back there?” she asked brusquely after a moment.  Gil stood, taking his towel away, and looking.  Much of the sheen had come off, and her ass cheeks had a nice even, healthy glow.

“You’re good!”  he stated.

“Mostly it's genetics and a healthy diet.  I also take a variety of natural and medical supplements.  Some steroids occasionally to help heal and recover, and a little HGH now and then”  She said in a matter-of-fact way.  “It’s just enough to bolster what I don’t get from other natural sources of hormones.  If I get a good dose of natural testosterone each day, I’ve found by experimenting I can keep my gains.  That way I don’t have to worry about controls at bodybuilding or weightlifting events.”  She turned to face him arms at her sides, staring right at him.  This unsettled Gil. 

“How do I look?” she asked, eyes piercing into him.

“G-great!  Much better.  Just enough glow to work in dimmer lights without worrying about washing out things.  You’ll be very sexy!”  Gil said as he turned to his camera.  He tried to discreetly adjust his swollen member in his pants.  Pre-come had begun to seep through the fabric.  "I hope I don't offend you with my questions."

"It's OK!  Your curiosity is natural."  she said with a small smile.  Gil watched at the spread her legs slightly, and wiped her very wet labia dry with a towel, before tucking them back in to her vulva neatly.  Gil gulped again at the view.

Gil was flustered.  “What other sources of natural testosterone are there?”  Gil asked, nervously wiping the lens of his camera, but waiting to see if she took the bait.

“C’mon, Gil, you know!”  she purred, her eyes twinkling.

“Every day?”  Gil asked.

“Yep, every day!  Two doses minimum, applied liberally to "deep" tissue within my body for best absorption.” Sylvia purred again.  Gil was certain she was trying to seduce him now.

“Who’s the lucky ‘pharmacist’?” Gil, playing along now, asked with a wry grin.

“A respectable girl does not give out the details of her pharmaceutical vendors!”  She said in a mockingly scolding tone, poking him on the nose with her right forefinger.  She walked over to the mirror, her heels clicking a steady pace.  “Let’s just say I have a number of "well-stocked" suppliers who are always properly "equipped", able, and eager to deliver their goods!”  She looked at him through the mirror, again with a twinkle in her eyes.

Guessing she wanted him to join the list of suppliers, Gil turned to see her facing the mirror, and undoing her hair. Her back was glowing in the firelight, and the reflected pose of her front was stunning. She smiled brightly.

“Sylvia, in the name of all that is holy...don’t move!!!”  Gil demanded flatly.  He raised his camera, aimed, and pushed the shutter button.


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