Muscle Mommy

Yesterday, I was short on time for my workout.

After my shower, I quickly changed into gym shorts and a sports bra.

As I passed by the mirror in my room, I couldn't resist taking a look at myself.

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time examining my reflection.

I've even started to see Petra as a part of me, and vice versa.

I gently ran my hands over my body, starting with my face. My oval-shaped face and brown crystal-like eyes caught my attention.

My neck felt smooth to the touch.

Moving down to my chest, I found my breasts easy to hold.

Cupping them, I couldn't help but admire their size - not too big, not too small, just right.

My stomach showed faint muscle lines, and my perky ass felt firm. Touching my crotch, I couldn't help but miss my dick, yet strangely, it felt natural.

Is Petra helping me adjust to these changes?

Is it a positive transformation, or am I losing sight of who I am?

"sigh"

"No use thinking about this, "

After entering the training room,

I proceeded to engage in some serious weightlifting.

The weights available here were no joke, with the maximum limit set at a whopping 100 tons!

In most gyms, you'd find weights ranging from 5kg to 10kg, but here they had a colossal 10-ton disk.

It got me thinking about the incredible craftsmanship that went into making such a massive weight.

As for my strength, I managed to lift to 35 tons, which was quite an achievement.

I could sustain that level of lifting for a good half hour before feeling the strain. But I didn't give up easily; I pushed myself for an additional 15 minutes, determined to hold on. After that intense session, I took a well-deserved 10-second break before moving on to push-ups. I kept going for another half hour, pushing my limits.

And then came the sit-ups, followed by bench pressing. Each of these exercises lasted for a solid half hour, testing my endurance to the max.

Sweating flowed over my body, and the outfit I wearing was sticking to my body.

I then started doing obstacle courses, 

Improving my flexibility, after I was done with that,

I went to a shooting session where machines would shoot tennis balls at me,

To increase my efficiency in using spider-sense.

Then I kept on the Way of the Spider technique to become more adaptable to using it.

Then it came to the moment I was waiting for the whole day,

{Suit preparation completed}

{The user may approach the suit synthesizer to receive it}

If you are wondering how I know that well,

The web shooter I am wearing has a display mechanism,

I always keep those in the inventory when I am out in the public,

Keep it on my wrist when I am alone.

I wish only if it had a stealth mode,

"Well, Not like I can't make one" I spoke out loud.

I then walked to the Armory,

I changed the suit synthesizer to this place,

I keep the web cartilages here,

I also web grenades here,

I then looked at the suit,

It is the same as the original suit, Just a few differences,

IMG:

I gently touched it like a lolicon looking a loli,

What? 

Can you blame me, Which person didn't have a dream to dress up as Spider-Man at some phase of his life?

 I know I did,

Every person wanted to have the same powers as Spider-Man powers,

But growing up they slowly realize they want to have the same powers as Peter Parker.

[A/N: 😯]

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Anyway, enough of these depressive thoughts,

It's time to start my web-slinging adventures.

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