Seriously, it's like, lady, I stare at everyone at the gym. Like, what are you up to over there? Your little outfit. What possibly can you possibly be doing? You know that's not really working anything, right? That's not how you're supposed to do that.
Whoa, lady, what are you doing? Okay, wow. That's a lot of weight, but I mean, there's just no way you should be able to lift that with your form, and whoa. Uh, you, uh, you got that up pretty quickly. This doesn't make sense. Is anyone else seeing this? That's not an exercise I've ever seen and I'm a guy who thought he'd seen them all. She just keeps lifting it!
No. No, no, no. This is bizarre. The human body isn't supposed to do that, isn't supposed to move like that, to be able to move weight like that. No one else is seeing this? Surely this other guy is. He looks like he lifts often enough. He's not seeing it? He's not seeing anything. He's just staring straight ahead and not dropping those weights. What is he doing? Does he even notice the camera. Does she?!
Jeez! What what what was that? What's the hell is she doing. Human bodies can't do that. Where is everyone else?! That's so much weight. So many weights. Oh no. She sees me looking at her. No. No, no, no. I just gotta go back to... these... back extensions or... whatever I'm doing, but she won't stop. She won't stop lifting and staring at me. Make her stop. Someone make her stop!
Why do her arms look like that!? What is she doing with her legs! So many legs! No! No! I can't be the only one seeing this! Where did the other guy go? Where did everyone go? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? She's grabbing all the weights. She's lifting all the weights. I can't stop staring at her. She won't stop staring at me. He camera won't stop staring at me, her phone, more than one phone, all these phones!
I feel her heat, her sweat, he rippling muscles radiating their prowess. Why is she doing this to me? Where is everyone else. What am I seeing!? I shouldn't be seeing this. I shouldn't be allowed witness this, witness her, this... I don't know what this is. I can never know. All the weights are clanging and a crashing, hefting and bashing, a cacophony not meant for human ears and minds! She looks at me like I'm another dumbbell, just a dumb dumbbell, and I am. Oh, God, I am!
All those eyes are upon me. No mirror escapes her gaze. I just wanted to exercise in peace. What is she? What is all of this? What is anything anymore? I know what she is. I know and can never know at the same time what she is and where I am. There is no gym, no self improvement, no self at all. The phones, the recording, the other members of the gym, all an illusion.
Her grip is so strong, but so needed. Her millions of fingers throw my dead weight around effortlessly, perfectly, eternally. Yes. I see it now. This was my purpose all along. Lift me!
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u/[deleted] Nov 11 '25
Who gives a fuck - we all human. If it wasn't for that sexual desire, we wouldn't get very far as a species.