(All previous chapters can be found here https://www.reddit.com/u/Pornful68/s/6RsSJKSv7B)

This time, Aurora was prepared. She’d… relieved herself and done some stretches earlier to get the blood flowing. There was absolutely no way she was going to get caught off guard this time. Yesterday was just a freak accident.

She knew she was going to do as little as she possibly could; her Personal Trainer could only get her to do what was necessary for the kind of conditioning she wanted, right? It’s not like she was going to be doing Arnold Schwarzenegger type shit if she didn’t want to.

She did have a feeling her friends would probably try to rope her into doing shit with them, but she’d just decline like normal.

She still thought it was weird there was no formal interview, a lot of that process seemed to be delegated partly to her needlessly thorough online application and Terra. She was starting to put together that Terra wasn’t just a tour guide and maybe was following Aurora around to get a vibe check on her.

Aurora looked around as she entered, still horribly intimidated by all the women here despite their kind and supportive demeanors. Constantly huge and rock solid with muscle; it seemed impossible. And it wasn’t just them working out that made them looked so Pumped and cut and shredded. Aurora had seen them outside the Gym, had talked to her friends and other Pump Queens elsewhere. They looked like this all the time.

That definitely wasn’t normal, right? The idea of the Pump is that your muscles look bigger and harder right after a workout because of bloodflow or whatever. But they seemed to always look like that. Maybe it’s because they were always coming in or out of the Gym, to be fair.

Aurora’s friend Grayson had told her to meet her and some friends in the PQ cafeteria; she decided this was a good idea because it was a good opportunity to ask question and snoop around. Plus, it was one more thing that didn’t involve exercising or looking over their vaguely slutty social media posts, which was a welcome distraction.

Aurora kept her thoughts to herself as she entered the cafeteria. Big words that said Don’t think, just Pump were on the wall. Was that supposed to be motivational? Shesat at the table next to half a dozen gorgeous women, including Grayson. Grayson wasn’t quite as big as them, but she was getting there.

They were all soaked head to toe in sweat, skin almost unnaturally shiny, the not-quite-unappealing scent that wafted from them was heavy and dizzying all at once as it made her slightly lightheated with the smell of their combined hormones filling the air. It wasn’t necessarily bad smelling, but it was strong.

Most of them were wearing one-piece bodysuits with exposed backs. Grayson wore tight yoga shorts that clung to her curves almost scandalously, as well as a tight half shirt over her sports bra with long sleeves that firmly squeezed her arms and showed off her muscles.

God, the outfits in this place were absurd; borderline pornified in how form fitting and thin they were.

Shit, how long had it been? Barely a couple months and she was already so big and hard. They had to be juicing, all that stuff on social media and them being all natural couldn’t be true.

“Ugh, ‘Rory you have no idea no idea how happy I am to see that you’re back. I hope yesterday didn’t scare you off.” Grayson said. Aurora shrugged.

“Hey, I’m just here for show cause I want to keep my job. The less I do the better.” She said. Grayson rolled her eyes.

“Come on, you get a free Gym membership as part of the staff. Might as well take advantage of it if you’re going to be bent over a screen all day, right?”

“Seriously, you won’t regret it. I was always tired and aching before I came here. Not to mention ashamed of how I look. But this place completely changed my life!” The tanned blonde at the table said.

“It might’ve been a pain at first, but you haven’t felt any soreness of aches, right?” Damn, now that she mentioned it this was probably the first time in weeks that Aurora didn’t have stiffness or trouble getting out of bed.

“And you look glowing. Seriously, sooo cute in your gym clothes instead of those baggy clothes you normally wear. Your body isn’t something you should be ashamed of or hide.” Another woman said as her eyes trailed over Aurora’s legs. Aurora blushed.

“I don’t know, don’t you think they’re a little…tight? Even the socks won’t let my feet or ankles breath.” The others just gave her puzzled looks, as if it was bizarre to not want your curves strangled at all times.

“Anyway, everything improved when I just stopped worrying and surrendered to The Pump. Remember like a super long time ago when I was depressed and unhealthy like you?” Grayson said. You mean a month ago?

“For real, get yourself hooked up with a Personal Trainer and she’ll create a fitness plan specifically curated for you. You’ll feel so much better about yourself. And it’ll be so fun to be growing and getting empowered with your new friends, right?”

“Sure, I guess…”

“I mean, you just stay home all day, right? Especially now that you’re working from home. This would be a good idea to be with supportive friends and not isolated all the time.” Okay, that was a good point. Maybe it could be fun?

“That does make sense. I guess I could give it a try. I don’t think I’ll go super hardcore or anything, but I can’t turn down free health improvement, right? And the food here looks insane.” Aurora’s eyes widened at the high quality meals they were all served. And it was a lot too, they probably had to eat an absurd amount to bulk up.

“Oh, the food’s almost the best part, everything here is supercharged with so much protein and vitamins and natural chemicals that are sooo great for you.” One of them mentioned.

“Like what? Actually, you could you text me a list? For…the social media account.” Aurora said. The girl enthusiastically complied.

Soon, her meal and a cartoonishly large protein shake were sat down on the table in front of her.

“This stuff’s already loaded with stuff that’s great for you, but everyone here also puts their own stuff in.” All Pump Queen branded, of course. Creatine, protein, and then jars with labels and names Aurora didn’t at all recognize. They had various names like BULK and BOUNCE. Some affected muscle recovery, some affected glute growth, the whole nine yards.

They emptied a little bit of the powder from each of the literal dozen of these little plastic jars into their food and drink like junkies before they started to chow down.

Good lord. If Aurora was right…no, just hold on that idea for now. She wanted to wait till she looked up this stuff at home.

“Pump Queens has all this exclusive stuff, no other Gym benefits your Pump like we do here. And it’s all natural.” Grayson said like it was rehearsed. Sure.

Aurora takes a sip of her shake and finds herself shaking a little. Shit, that’s sweet. And salty. But weirdly not that bad. She takes a bite of her food. Pretty good.

“Go to the store here in the Gym and they’ll give you your supplements for free. The stuff they put in the food works really well, but you need to go all in you want to get Pumped up.” The freckled redhead next to Grayson said.

“I don’t…I don’t know if I want to get super big or strong. I’d rather just do this for my health and stuff if anything…” Aurora said.

“‘Rory, all this stuff is super good for you!” Grayson doubled down. They insisted she at least try it with the added supplements and they each contributed some of their stash into her food. It was…strange. None of it really had a taste, but she could feel the difference as she ate. She felt more energized, for lack of a better term.

“This stuff’s really that good, huh?” Is it why you’re Pumped all the time?” Aurora asks.

“Well, we’re just always working out. All of our natural supplements do help, but once you get into the groove pf Pump Queens you’ll understand that feeling The Pump and looking the part feels so good. I call it the Forever Pump, cause you never wanna stop!” One of them said. Right.

They talked for ages, almost like they were holding Aurora hostage until she finished her food. She hadn’t planned on eating more than a bite just to appease them, but it was like the more she ate the hungrier she got for this stuff. Her shake was still half full, but she’d keep drinking that periodically. Aurora reminded herself to look up what was in this stuff when she got home.

Her classes from the previous day had just been appetizers for beginners who wanted to see how classes worked before they joined; her actual training regiment started today. This meant that she had her first mandatory Wellness and Image Training class. Apparently it was “to promote healthy habits and mindsets snd now how to represent the Pump Queens brand”.

Normal Pump Queens had a mostly similar type of class, but this was specifically designed for employees who had an online presence and/or managed the online presence of the Gym or its’ models.

Aurora supposed it made enough sense, you wanted the people who represented your high end Gym to represent your establishment in a positive way. This probably explained why they all had very similar online presences and why they all talked about PQ using the same phrases and terms. All of them were gorgeous too, so there were probably beauty standards at play as well.

Her and a couple dozen other women all sat down on a matted floor in a wood paneled spacious room with a small garden and large windows through which sunlight filled the room. This was quite nice; it made Aurora realize just how oppressive the rest of the Gym felt despite how sleek it was.

“Hey, fellow Pump Queen!” Aurora turned her head to see a young woman with frizzy hair and wide glasses. She excitedly waved, and Aurora waved back shyly. She was clearly not as developed as the PQ veterans they were surrounded by, but she didn’t exactly look like she needed to be convinced like Aurora.

Aurora shivered slightly, she really didn’t like the idea of being called a Pump Queen.

Soon, a woman stepped into the class and situated herself in front of the employees. Every movement and slight smile to the class looked so precise it almost could’ve been choreographed as she she addressed the class.

“Good afternoon, Queens. I hope those of you who’ve already been working have an excellent Pump so far~” She said. So precise, so put together.

And beyond all that, she was huge. Easily over six feet, with huge and dense arms that far outranked even many of the bulkier Pump Queens. And then there were her legs: utterly massive if not to support her utterly preposterous behind. One which was currently enduring the mother of all wedgies that the other Pump Queens could only dream of in terms of how it separated and defined her cheeks.

In that case, it made perfect sense why her of all people was considered to be the most fit for keeping the others image in line; she was the ideal Pump Queen from the Gym’s perspective.

Aurora was almost impressed for the first time, regardless of alleged steroids it took dedication to get a body this ripped and stacked. The girl next to her seemed to be in awe.

“You ladies can call me Sydney! Many of you are new here, so above all else I’m really focused on instilling in you all what it means to be a ‘team player’. You are all representatives of Pump Queens in some way, and that means a lot of things. We as a brand are in the business of changing lives, of changing the way women see themselves. It’s our job to empower them and be an example to strive toward.” She started.

The other Pump Queens watched Sydney attentively, their eyes followed her every movement and glance toward them. The curly haired girl next to Aurora particularly seemed eager to please, her eyes widened in awe as she took in the enviable body in front of her.

“We have a 100% retention rate here, a Pump Queen is a Pump Queen for life. And why is that? Because we hold everyone accountable to be the best they can be, to make Pump Queens the best it can be. And it puts us ahead of everyone, right? We have the best equipment, the best facilities, and the most dedicated and perfectly built ladies around. Because we push everyone to be better and that attracts new people”.

Sydney’s demeanor had changed to a fiery intensity, Aurora could see that even through her smile. The other Pump Queens nodded vigorously. Even Aurora was a little impressed. Sydney went on and on about their extremely strict diet and other frankly insane things they had to do to remain at the top of their game. Constant exercise, no junk food, no naps or sleeping for more than 8 hours at a time, very limited time spent doing activities that required sitting down etc.

And the worst of all, no headphones in the Gym! Supposedly it distracted from the Pump. And yet that weird bass-heavy music that played through the speakers all the time was okay.

It was insane but Aurora sort of respected the dedication it took to be brand ambassadors for this thing that was bigger than yourself, supposedly about lifting up women and building a supportive community of people trying to strive for an ideal.

Sure, it was all incredibly unhealthy to be this rigid and obsessed with bodily appearance,but that was a different issue.

Then there was a brief slideshow where Sydney compared the ridiculous Pump Queens physiques to the lesser physiques of women who went to other Gym’s. And their supposed slobbish appearance, how it wasn’t compared to the ultra-neat and ultra-tight uniforms of the Pump Queens. Yeah, that’s what happens when you’re not juiced to the extreme…

Aurora couldn’t help but find it humorous as the other girls did, though maybe not on the same way. Aurora had only been here for a day and she’d already almost forgot what a natural athletic body looked like.

It did weirdly make Aurora feel self conscious, seeing these women make fun of physiques that were far more athletic and built than hers. The girl next to her looked pretty mortified as well.

Then came the real meat of the issue: their social media presence.

“Some ill informed critics talk about sexualizing ourselves blah blah blah, but the fact of the matter is that women come to PQ locations in droves because they go on social media, they see those booties on display and those beautiful bodies and it motivates them to want to improve their health and feel better about themselves! And who doesn’t want a piece of this sexiness?” Sydney punctuated this with a healthy slap of her own ass, making most of the class giggle. And it wasn’t flabby or overly soft either, it sounded like Rocky punching those big ribs in the meat locker.

“You need to be authentic, communicate how much PQ and your fellow Queens mean to you, how much the atmosphere of Pump Queens has changed you. How much you’ve given in to your desire for perfection, how you don’t listen to those negative thoughts anymore and have just completely surrendered your body, mind and soul to The Pump. That’s what it’s all about, ladies!” Definitely sounded sinister, no matter how relatable she tried to make it.

Then next in the slideshow was a video of Pump Queens models, presumably after a workout. Drenched and dripping in sweat and…dressed only in shoes, panties and tiny bras.

“Here they are modeling for our underwear line. We had them come in after a Gym sesh to show off accurately how Queens look after just giving in and surrendering to the feeling of a good Pump. Look at those smiling faces, those shiny bodies. How Pumped and huge their rippled muscles look. They’ve completely given over their bodies to that good feeling. Doesn’t it look so good?” Sydney said. Almost all of them hummed in agreement.

The women in the video snuggled their sticky bodies against one another as they showed off their shiny, sticky with sweat, scantily clad bodies. Then the video was off.

This place was definitely had some cultish thinking, she just wasn’t sure how intentional it all was. Were these people just drinking their own kool-aid, or was it something more strategic?

Soon, class ended and they all filed out one by one. “Gosh, that was great, wasn’t it!” The nerdy girl near Aurora said as she left. Sure.

As Aurora went to leave, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hello there, Aurora. I’ve heard so much about you. A close friend of mine told me she’s been assigned as your personal trainer. Want me to walk you to her?” Sydney’s smile was kind but her eyes gazed over Aurora in an almost predatory fashion. Aurora felt a shiver down her spine.

“S-sure! That’d be great!” She lied. Sydney grinned.

“Good! Oh, I can see you’re a bit skeptical but believe me, there’s nothing to worry about. No one can resist The Pump.”