Kira was already grunting when she entered the gym. She was still mad about what that jerk did to her earlier. What she needed now was a good pump!
Her gym leotard she bought 3 months ago was already tearing in a few places around her mighty chest that has been packing on pound after pound of lean raw muscle.
Most people here knew Kira but havent seen her so enraged before. She was literally tossing around the weights, loading plate after plate onto the machines and yanking out one angry rep after the other. Her turquoise piece of cloth that tried covering at least a bit of her hulking body fought a loosing battle as did the gym machines.
Goaning metal and steel cables screaming an agony prooved Kiras adrenaline fuelled muscles were becoming too much even for professional weightlifting equipment.
She pulled so hard on the biceps curl machine it litterally ripped the entire machine off the ground and bent the stainless steel bars attached to it.
In her frenzy she continued with the free weights loading all the weightplates she bit her lip as she lifted gargantuan ammounts of weights, the bars bending irrevertable from the titanic load and Kiras brutal grip.
Kiras entire body got more and more pumped as she worked herself through the gym equipment.
Causally she tossed the messed up barbell behind herself only to hear the multiple hundret pound object crash right through the wooden floor.
"What are you doing there, Miss?" she heared a male voice stammer as she turned and saw one of the gyms trainers looking at the wrecked machines and weights.
Kira took a dumbbell from the ground and placed her palms on either side of it. Walking towards the intimidated trainer she started compressing the outmatched dumbbell like a accordion.
"Im trying to get a proper workout here!"
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