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🕑 Added 2021-12-14 13:33:50 +0000 UTCThe first part of a story that may or may not be finished, it's my attempt at slower, more grounded growth from our favorite dog... but still has some good bits.
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Amy grumbled as she made the appointment online. A personal trainer! Utter nonsense. She'd retired. Once upon a time she'd been an amateur bodybuilder, sure, but then she got a job, had some kids... had some kids... that was mostly the end of it. Not that she believed getting back in shape was INHERENTLY impossible, but her training routines resulted in her being a dry well, and a dry well with TWINS was unacceptable. She signed up for a treatment to induce lactation forcibly with a biotech company she'd worked with at the time, and she certainly got that...
It just sent her hormones out of wack fairly permanently. The kids were long past the age where breastfeeding is supposed to stop and she was still full and milky 24/7... and her body kept demanding the calories to make more.
That was her excuse, anyway, but yesterday her daughter Raine called her fat. Innocently, sure, but she was AMY FUCKING PARAMOUNT, she was NOT fat, she was the strongest woman on the block.
Probably. Her arms were still large and her tits still MASSIVELY overshadowed her stomach, but the former was no longer iron hard and the latter did stick up, so... clearly, there was a problem.
After a few years of kids, though, she just didn't have the motivation to do it all on her own. So she hired a personal trainer to shout at her next time she went to the gym. A very expensive one, since another change was that she DID have plenty of cash these days.
She'd just see how it went tomorrow.
James made sure everything was tidy and neat in the private workout room he had arranged . His new client Amy Paramount had sprung for the platinum package, which meant that she got everything she wanted. James would give her his undivided attention for two hours a day or more in the gym, plan her diet, her cardio program, and would even be on call if she wanted. Massages and rub downs were also included after each workout if the client asked but, James had seen those go sideways before and tried to avoid relationships with his clients. It was unprofessional, and also risky.
James glanced up to take a look at himself in the mirror behind the squat rack to check how he looked. Appearance was half of everything when selling yourself in this business and James looked like he knew how to sell muscle. The human bulged out of his workout tank, and stretched his gym shorts just as much. He had gotten his pro bodybuilding card four years ago and was currently on a year long break from competition.
The travel, diet, and the supplements that you had to pump into yourself to win weren't cheap and while he had finished in the top ten a few times, Bodybuilding had not made James rich. So he had started training people who were well off to fund his own bodybuilding career. One year on and one year off was about his norm now as he watched a very busty but fluffy Malamute walk through the door, noting that the Malamute was just a few inches shy of his own height.
"Ms. Paramount! I'm James," he said, extending his hand as he gave her a clinical look. In her application, she had mentioned that she had once been an amateur bodybuilder, but kids seemed to have wiped her out. "I know you aren't unfamiliar with the gym, but I think we want to ease you back in at first at least," he said with a smile as he handed her a shake with some potent pre workout mixed in. "Why don't you start with this and then we can warm up on the treadmill while you tell me just what you want to accomplish with your body?"
"I try to limit my intake when I'm busy so I don't have to get the pumps..." Amy accepted the human's hand, shaking it firmly, before she left her slight objection. She was always SO milky it was part of the reason she had trouble finding time... but she supposed a shake was still probably more good than not. She accepted the drink and chugged it down before heading over to the treadmill and taking off at a moderate intensity, her entire body bouncing massively.
She hoped she still looked sporty and cute, because James's appearance was quite impressive. Anthro/Human attraction wasn't universal... but it was still pretty expected, and her kids father had had a similar body type back in the day.
James just looked at Amy and laughed as she started on the treadmill. "Oh don't worry about that. This is very low cal high protein stuff, and should help get you through your workout," he said as watched all that malamute in motion. She might be a little overweight but curves were curves.. and those TITS... They were a bit too much for her stretchy sports top to handle as James's eyes followed them, while the prominent bulge in his shorts grew a bit more proud.
"You mentioned pumps? I take it you are still lactating?" he asked gently as he moved around to the front of the treadmill. He had once had a bovine client who had been dealing with something similar, but from what information Amy had supplied he didn't think any of her kids were that recent. "I'm also of the school of thought that rather than burning fat through lots of cardio, it is better to build muscle that will burn that fat for you. But that does depend on the direction you want to go with our workouts. Some women don't wish to carry much excess muscle, and I can build a plan around that if you want," he said as he slowed the machine, judging that Amy was good and warmed up. She didn't seem to have wilted much during the warm up which was always a good sign.
"I'm an ex bodybuilder hon. I always have and always will want to be HUGE." Amy had never been a shy person, and gym etiquette encouraged that kind of straightforwardness. "I want a six pack, AT LEAST. I want biceps big enough for the kids to ride. Hell, I -want- to be able to embed a sandal in solid steel." Amy stepped off the slowing treadmill, waiting for further direction.
"It's just I understand that's not super realistic, heh. But yes, by all means, your size is what drew me in here, go full muscle. I trust my curves to keep me feminine no matter what." Amy slapped her own ass, which jiggled for several seconds. "Maybe a little less would help out... and yeah, I'm still lactating. Doctor said it's permanent for me, along with the bleaching."
James grinned wider and nodded. "Mmmm that is just what I wanted to hear actually. I rarely get clients who want to go in that direction and it is nice to have someone who wants to get BIG!" James said with a laugh as he rubbed his hands together. "But what do you mean by bleaching?" he asked as he led the curvy canine over to the squat rack. "I know you remember the squat rack. Remember, back straight and ass out! Lift with those legs!" he said as he looked at Amy and put 200 pounds on the rack.
"We will start you out with a warm up set, just to check your form. If you make it through all 12 we can add more weight and go from there," he said with a smile as he double checked the clips on the end of the bar. "Also, you may be interested to know that I have had a bovine client or two and if you are looking to slim down faster, milking can actually help. It normally pulls the nutrients from your body fat first. A high protein diet with extra milking will have you getting lean in no time!"
Amy walked over to the squat rack, getting ready and mumbling under her breath, [sub]"They wouldn't sell me an industrial one so I can only get out a quart a day before my tits start hurting,"[/sub] she tried to cover up the comment by hefting the bar, her form needing only moderate correction from the trainer before she began working with excellent form.
As she pumped, she answered, slowing a bit as she began to breathe heavier. "I used to look black and white like a normal malamute. Might have some old pics in my wallet. All my fur going blonde was another side effect... and a weird one. But at this point I'm crazied up enough to try anything!"
James watched carefully as Amy worked under the squat bar. He had set her warmup set a little heavy, but she did have rather beefy looking legs even if they were a bit too fluffy for his taste. It was clear this was not her first time in the squat rack. Her tail waved high, and James ever got tired of watching a fur do proper squats. Her form improved as she clicked off her reps and he was happy to see her finish all 12 even if she struggled with her last two.
James passed her a towel and a water bottle just as she finished then added just ten more pounds on each side. "You have good form, the only thing left if is to do the work. Take a break for a few minutes and I will be right back," he said as he walked off and soon returned with an odd looking machine on a wheeled stand that he had only used on two other clients before. "You paid for the full package, and this gym has a spa which includes this," he said holding up the pair of milking cups attached to the machine. "You are welcome to use it after the workout if you want some privacy. One of my old clients used to use it during her warm up. She said it was easier to do cardio without so much milk weight," James laughed. "Either way, just let me know when you are ready to do your next set. I will spot you this time in case it's too heavy."
Amy was grateful for the break, feeling a little stiff despite the minor weight and realizing how out of shape she might really be. She chugged the water bottle and sat down... feeling the protein shake hit her as her tits began to feel heavier. The milker wheeled out was a major relief, as she pulled off her tank and sports bra and stuck both barrels on. The suction was both a lot higher AND a lot more pleasant than her home one, and she filled up a pint in only a few minutes, the warm up exercises loosening her there as well...
She was so fast that James was only barely getting back when she filled the receptacle, tying it off and tossing it over to her bag and pulling up her bra and tank. He MIGHT have gotten to see a nipple, but only might; being just a little too slow for the full show. Amy, however, did feel lighter and relieved, standing up and saying brightly she was ready for her next set... or five.
James did note the pint of milk in the tank on the milker and the new hard dents in Amy's top. It looked slightly less stretched but she looked a bit more perky than he remembered when she came in. His last bovine client Bessy had enjoyed the milker a little TOO much and had taken to working out with the thing attached. He had vivid memories of how her face had looked when the machine was on high and its pulse feature was turned on. Watching the cow's gorgeous tits get milked while she grunted and sweated had also been trying on the personal trainer and had tested the integrity of his jock strap quite a bit. Amy had Bessy beat on size as he moved behind the malamute and began to spot her while she started on her next set, and he couldn't help but imagine her grunting and sweating while she was eagerly milked by the machine.
After three more sets, James was a bit surprised. He had been forced to help her finish the last two, but Amy had finished them, and had nearly soaked through her top and gym shorts doing it. "I'm very impressed, and I don't just say that to any of my clients," he said as he handed her a water bottle that was spiked with quite a few electrolytes and minerals. "Let's take a break though to let you get your breath back. We can head to the bench press to work on your upper body, or if you want to punish your legs and glutes we can try one more set," he said before walking over to the milker. "You can even try this again if you want," sometimes it is best to be as empty as possible before we do the chest," he said with a knowing smile.
Amy gave a thumbs up, body flooded by endorphins she forgot how she'd missed. She figured she probably did need to be emptier, and caught her breath on a three minute milk break, filling up another pint jar and surprising even herself... though she had to admit, she felt lighter than she had in ages.
After some hefty benching she still had trouble with due to her size, she somehow felt less tired. Taking the offer of glutes, of legs, of her chest AGAIN, anything she could pump and punish. At the end of her two hours she was flexing in the mirror, the hint of a bicep showing up even under her fat as she flirted. "So, two hours today, then three the next, four after that, and so on, right? Gotta get my stamina up!" The buzzing in her brain hiding a crash about to arrive...
James saw it coming before Amy did. The malamute seemed to jump from lift to lift. Power cleans, lunges, curls, deadlifts... Like a machine she kept going right up to the two hour limit that normally had most of his clients dropping dead and then past it without even noticing. It took several more milkings, during which James was treated to the sight of bare sweaty malamute boobs and a pair of nipples that looked like they could cut glass.
Soon he had to check the tank on the milker and found that it was almost full, when he looked up to see Amy going through a set of poses. She was rusty but it was clear she remembered her competition days and that she seemed less fluffy than when she had walked in. James watched her growl and pump her arm, her bicep peeking out as he saw her knees wobble. He lunged forward and caught her just in time, grunting as he took her weight and eased her down onto the floor. Her face was still glowing like she was high or coming down from a nice hard orgasm, as he pressed a cool wet towel to her forehead. "We will get to that, but you have to EASE back into it!" he said as he inadvertently squeezed her thigh and arm, noting it was far firmer than it looked. "Can't bite off too much you know," he said as he lifted her up, her chest pressing into his. "I think that's enough for one day! You did amazingly well! It’s clear your body still remembers the weights!"
"It remembers how much MORE weight there's supposed to be as well! I just have to..." Amy's high wore off mid sentence, leaving her to briefly lock up and wince. "Take it steady. Do the right thing. See you tomorrow. Handsome." She added a final bit of sass as she walked bow legged out to her car, unceremoniously leaving before collapsing in the vehicle, almost passing out there... but staying conscious enough to make it home, her road awareness perfectly intact.
She skipped most of the rest of the evening, letting the sitter deal with the kids remaining with a sitter until bed and crawling up to her own massive four poster, passing out without eating dinner... idly chugging one of the bottles of her own milk, the only thing to hand, with only moderate disgust when her stomach rumbled before passing out.
James just shook his head as he watched Amy shuffle out in a walk that was indicative of someone who had just survived a BRUTAL leg day. Looking at the clock, he saw that Amy had managed to workout for almost three hours, which was amazing. Most of his clients couldn't match that even after six months with him, and only the ones who were either supremely dedicated or on gear could match that effort. James wiped down the machines and then made his way over to the milk machine.
He slowly unscrewed the clear plastic tank from the back of the machine, and smelled Amy's milk for the first time. It had an odd golden tinge to it, and smelled divine. Before James could stop himself, he was bringing it to his lips as he took a long pull. The human moaned as the liquid ambrosia flowed down his throat. Half a gallon vanished before he could stop as he pushed the tank away from himself and looked at what he had done.
Energy seemed to course through his body as James put the milk down with shaking hands and moved over to the bench. He was suddenly loading it up as James began to bang out the most extreme workout of his life. Four hours later, his cock was straining at the hem of his shorts, a wet spot forming, as he chugged down the last of milk and collapsed right there in the gym, muscles as pumped as they had ever been with an erection harder and thicker than any he had ever managed.
Meanwhile during Amy's sleep coma, her body raged. Metabolism running wild, her muscles all screamed for sustenance to repair themselves, growing bigger, harder, and stronger. Fat thinned all over her body as calories were shunted first to her growing muscles then to her tits as they went into overdrive, swelling with more and more milk. The malamute was sure to have a start when she woke up and saw that half her body fat seemed to have vanished, replaced by lean muscle with a smattering of new veins, and quite a bit more bulging tit.
When she woke up, her view seemed a little odd. Her tits didn't normally take up THAT much of her view, nor where they perky enough to not fall to the side...
]Amy got out of bed in a hurry, the unfamiliar view making her a little nervous. After her rather severe workout, she should have been sore all over... but she honestly still felt like she was dreaming. Everything was so light and pleasant. She positioned her body in front of the mirror, and noticed that she looked like a dream too.
She wouldn't exactly call herself massive... well, she wouldn't call her MUSCLES massive. She still seemed smaller than she was at her peak. But her entire body had very visibly grown, like the pump of a hard workout simply wouldn't go away. The bulge of veins stood out just enough under her fur to be seen when she looked closely, the sign of a truly shredded body with no end of tone.
All her baby fat was just... gone.
...Or moved.
The one part of her that was bigger than she'd ever been were her tits, massive, perfectly pert orbs pointing strongly ahead... and, once she gave them a tentative squeeze, DRIPPING constantly.
She'd have to call her trainer and... get help? Ask for a reason? ...Brag?
...At the very least, she'd have to try working out MORE as soon as the kids were taken care of for the day.
After drinking almost a gallon of golden malamute milk James had sort of lost track of himself. He remembered pumping iron and working out furiously. Then he remembered jerking off what must have been several times before waking up sometime around midnight in the private weight room. His gym shorts were torn in half and his shirt was covered in his own cum as he quickly made his way to the small shower the room contained.
Examining himself in the mirror after getting clean revealed that he appeared visibly bigger than when he had started this morning. In fact, he looked like he was several weeks into a cut and juiced to the gills as he brought one arm up and watched as his bicep heaved upwards. His hand slowly stroked his prick and it seemed that his member filled out his hand a bit better than it had before as a wave of raw desire washed over James. He had to step back in the shower and turn it all the way to cold before he could think straight again.
Clearly, it had something to do with Amy's milk. Even remembering the smell and taste of the stuff made his mouth water and his cock twitch. Fuck, he needed some more of that stuff. Forget roids and supplements, he could be a god among men if he could get his hands on enough of that warm golden ambrosia.
He made his way home and passed out, letting his tired body rest only to be woken up by a call on his work phone. Eyeing the number, James grinned and picked it up even as his cock began to swell under the sheets. "Well good morning Ms. Paramount. How are you feeling after your first workout? A bit stiff and sore?"
"Just the opposite, actually!" Amy said brightly, her voice as pleasant as ever... maybe a little moreso this morning, "I'm rather filled with energy... and a couple other things too. I figured it's your workout, does a full pump usually last this long?" Amy experimentally flexed her arm, the bicep's peak rising at least an inch higher than it "should"... and a lot harder at that.
"Actually, maybe it's a milk thing, does entirely draining yourself usually up your production?" Amy cupped her chest, sending another full squirt from her thick nipple at the slight pressure. Her entire house was starting to get a little sticky, every slightest press and turn sending SOMETHING flying...
As she ran a hand down her stomach, claw tracing the contours of a deep six pack that had formed in the shadow of her chest, she commented almost to herself. [sub]"All my fat seems to have been repurposed."
James seemed to freeze a bit as Amy mentioned the word "milk" and the only sound was his cock swinging upward to slap against his now harder and bigger abs. "Ohhh uh, well I am very glad you aren't laid up in bed. Most of my clients would be in a coma after the workout you put in yesterday. As far as a pump, sometimes the larger muscles will feel a hair larger the day afterward," he said wondering how the canine had managed to avoid the ravages of her first workout.
"As far as the milk production is concerned, I can't really speak to that, but your body has to pull calories from somewhere. If you think you are losing fat to power your milk production, I don't really see a downside. That may help you get lean even faster. We may even want to try and encourage more production if you are happy with the results," James said hoping that she couldn't hear how hungry he sounded over the phone.
"Just let me know if you want to hit the gym again today or borrow the milker. You paid for my platinum body transformation package, so if I'm not with another client, then I'm at your disposal," he said quickly hoping that the canine would want another crack at the weights and another milking.
Amy Paramount "I'm not really sure it'd be safe for my production to go MUCH higher..." Amy commented as she pulled herself into the restroom, dripping into the tub for a bit, "But yeah, let's meet up again. I definitely could use the milker and if you don't think it's a BAD idea to work out more, I might as well."
She hid how eager she was. It didn't really feel natural to get back into things, but she was buzzing with energy. She still FELT pumped, FELT strong, she wanted to wake up to more of THAT... just a little less messy.
She picked a time in the afternoon and went about her day. She managed to stick some tape over her chest to stop the leaking and clean up and take care of the family before heading off... but it was still an awkward experience. Both uncomfortable around her chest... and a little bad for her car. Even scooting her seat back some didn't stop her chest from taking up all the space between her and the wheel, her perky pair growing with every backed up cup.
James went into the gym to train with his other clients and found himself working them all a bit TOO hard. It seemed that they couldn't keep to the pace that Amy had done on her first trip back into the gym. Hehad to make an effort to back off a bit so they could make it through his workouts, even if several seemed to respond well to his more strenuous training.
Amy kept floating to the top of his mind even as he worked through his day. He kept wondering what exactly her call had been about. Some clients did get very excited over a visible pump, but he figured it was probably just her making a fuss over nothing as he picked up some anti-lactation pills prior to her workout. His cow client had recommended them so he figured they might work for Amy if she wanted to dry out.
James heard the door open just as he was dragging out the milking machine and saw that Amy had NOT been exaggerating one bit. The canine was visibly leaner, more vascular, and ALL of her muscles seemed to carry a healthy heavy-looking pump. Meanwhile her top STRUGGLED to contain her larger and rounder bust as James felt his gym shorts strain a bit. "OK. So I think you might have undersold your progress over the phone," he said, eyeing her up.
"What? Nah, this is... not a lot?" Amy said without much confidence. In truth, her own past was giving her skewed ideas of what a 'big' physique looked like. She knew her results weren't really possible, but she didn't feel like she was lying to not immediately announce, "Hey I'm an overnight amazon."
"We can definitely do way more, right?" she continued, trying to get a peppy mood going for the exercise. "If I am just an easy gainer, might as well exploit that until I plateau!" She stepped over to the milking machine and began removing her top... the lower hem of the t-shirt getting caught on her massive bust, pulling them up and revealing a massive set of abs that James definitely had not seen before... before she yanked it off and sent a massive, jiggling wave across her chest.
She grabbed some of the cups and put them next to her chest, still plugged by medical tape and pads soaked through... before she held back. "I... might need some help with this part if you don't want your floor sticky."
James's eyes widened as she flashed those abs which were far harder looking and more developed than they should have been. This was completely and utterly forgotten the moment Amy managed to remove her shirt. James prided himself on remaining professional but his mouth was suddenly watering as he saw the Malamute's leaking nipples denting the thick gauze pads and medical tape.
Cock swelling, he moved over to help as he peeled back the tape and watched as the first of her nipples popped free. It rewarded him with a jet of milk right at his face as he blinked and popped the cup over the nipple. It immediately began to suck as he watched her large nipple swell inside the clear cup.
Breathing hard, James managed not to lick his lips even though a bit had made it into his mouth as he pulled up his shirt and wiped his face. Trying to clear his head, he started on the other nipple. This time the human managed to stay out of the line of fire as he popped the cup over Amy's nipple and moved back watching the machine work. "This might take awhile," James said as he looked at how much milk Amy was making and her current size while trying not to be jealous of the machine.
"Anything you want me to do while I'm emptying out?" Amy asked. "Isometric whatevers? Um... reading material?" The dog-girl massaged herself as she drained, the flow constantly increasing as she began to relax. "I trust your expertise, but even I have to admit, this isn't PARTICULARLY normal..."
The machine punctuated her statement with a loud ka-chunk, sealing off a 20 oz bottle that had already been filled and moving on to another, tugging a constant stream out of basketball sized breasts that still hadn't seemed to shrink in the slightest...
James looked at the machine with its cups attached to Amy's nipples as well as the slightly flushed look on her face. “Well, we are limited by the machine while it works but you are right. No point in wasting good gym time. I think if you are going to be carrying that much weight around on your chest we probably need to work on strengthening your back so you don't hurt," James said as he motioned for her to follow and wheeled the machine over to a stationary weight machine.
"This is the bent-over row," said James as he bent at the waist until his back was parallel to the ground. His hands then grabbed the grips of the machine and pulled them into his chest just below his pecs. "You should be able to work out your back while the machine keeps milking!" he said, adding about 100 pounds to the machine as the milker made another KA-CHUNK and started on another fresh bottle.
Amy assumed the position and went to work, doing her best with the exercise... a best that was visibly more than good enough, the weights moving smoothly from position to position. More interesting were the sounds that underscored the action.
Click, whirr, whirr. Click whirr, whirr. Ka-chunk. Click whirr, whirr. Click whirr, whirr. Ka-chunk.
Two bottles were released from the machine before the set got close to over, the mere act of working out seeming to stimulate the malamute's bottomless reserves... and the rest of her as well. Amy didn't get tired as the set went on, she got energized. The weights didn't get more familiar, they got lighter. Her muscles being worked didn't get pumped... they got BIGGER.
"This feels really nice actually..." she said under her breath.
James had the best seat in the house to watch the canine work through her reps. The muscles in her back were no doubt already strong since they had to deal with holding up her tits 24/7 but they seemed to flex and bulge into high definition at the peak of each rep. "Let me uh... add some more weight," he said quickly as he threw on another 50 pounds. This was a LOT of weight for any female to do and when she went back to it, James was astonished to see her manhandle the weight up and down again with only slightly more effort than before. Her triceps bulged and her traps seemed to flare a bit as the machine sucked and she lifted.
The machine seemed to have shifted into high gear to keep up with her as James watched the cups fill with Amy's slightly golden milk during each rep. In fact her tits even seemed to flex slightly along with the rest of her each time she moved the weight. They didn't look any smaller. Firmer and rounder in fact when she stood up, but not really any smaller. "Well, do you feel any less full?" asked the trainer as Amy stood up from her third set, back rippling with new muscle as the machine spat out another bottle.
"A bit," Amy said. She no longer felt about to pop, or like she'd spray everywhere, but she still felt like she could keep going for a long time. "I don't suppose there are any chest exercises I can do while hooked up? Keep me balanced?"
Amy didn't wait for an answer.
"Actually, I remember a good one." She looked around, quickly finding a machine set up for butterfly curls... and moving the peg in the weights to the very bottom, the highest resistance setting it had, one James had never seen a girl... hell, a client of any sort... actually manage. She leaned back, golden tubes still stuck fast, and started curling inwards, her arms slowly drifting down... before coming up, squeezing her chest as they pulled together, dragging a herculean weight with them.
With every squeeze, the tubes flexed, actually endangered by the additional force of fluid. With every release, her tits seemed tighter. Stronger. Soon enough she had finished a set. Then another. Then a third, going far beyond what would be responsible for the workout...
But when she was finished, she spoke out. "I think I've got it."
She flexed, hard, and a bottle SHOT from the machine without being sealed, sending a splash of milk as she broke a seal on it... then stopped. She removed the cups, stood up, and cupped her chest. "No leaks."
Another slight flex... and she shot a stream directly across James's chest, "High flow."
"I think I figured out how to control it."
