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The clang of metal echoes through the empty weight room. Pulleys and weights rise and fall. Heavy breathing and grunting join the chorus of exertion, and in the center of it all is Amy Rose, transformed, not just from experience, but physically as well.

The hedgehog's inaugural year the majority was supposed to just be about being able to vote and to access adult entertainment for the first time without having to lie about her age online. What she didn't expect was to be zapped by one of the aging Dr. Eggman's contraptions and left fully transformed forever.

It started with strange urges, and quickly developed into the new appendage that bulges against her tight yoga pants. Then, it turned into the desire to use it on others. But, once she ran into Vanilla, the older woman's experience and authority left Amy humiliated and realizing just how weak she was. Sure, it was fun, but more and more, she wanted to be on the other side, being the one in charge, confident, stronger!

Amy lets go of the bench press and lets out a huff of air. She leans over, grabbing her water bottle and guzzling the drink down as she stands up and saunters on over towards the full wall mirror. As the water visibly travels down her throat, her eyes catch onto her arms and her midriff. Gone are the noodles and the undefined tummy, and now there are definitely toned muscles. She pulls the water free from its holster, letting fluid dribble down her neck and over her chest. She smiles and poses, flexing her biceps. “Oh yeah!" she says, feeling the burn and the confidence burning up in her.

Then, comes the rip.

“Fuck!" She shouts, looking down at her pants. The raging hard-on she got from that last set finally broke through the elastic where she had tucked it in. She stands there, looking at the large and throbbing thing, and she drops her water, wrapping her finger around that pole. “This is all your fault, you know," she says, holding onto her dick and giving the large shaft a scowl. “I used to be a cute girl. I used to like dresses and hearts and tea parties with my girls, but now, all I can think about is getting swole and sticking you in things!"

“That sure doesn't sound like someone complainin' about their situation, sugah."

Amy's heart goes into overdrive, all the blood flowing down from her aching muscles and into the throbbing meat between her legs. She glances upwards, seeing the entrance to the gym and seeing the owner of the voice.

“B… Bunnie!?" Amy gasps, hunched over with her hands full of cock.

“You were expectin' someone else, sugah?"

“I… I wasn't expecting anyone!" the hedgehog says, her face turning bright pink, well, more so than usual.

The rabbot saunters on inside and grabs one of the dumbells with her Mobian hand. Sitting on a bench, she curls the massive weight, letting out her slight grunting breaths as she does. She takes a few reps on it, the whole while Amy admires the musculature of her back, her shoulder blades sliding up and down, her sides tensing.

Eventually, Bunnie replaces the weight and walks on over towards the bench press. She grabs some of the weights with her robotic hand and says, “How much you bench?"

“W… wait, me?" Amy asks.

“Sure. You really changed Amy. Why, I remember when you was nothing but a little youngun runnin' around in yer skirts and dresses. Now, yer a real woman."

“Am I, though…?," she asks. “B-besides, I can't bench like this, my pants are ruined!"

“Well, if'n it'll make you feel better," Bunnie says, taking her Mobian hand and pulling up her own top. Her bouncy bunny boobs come out for the hedgehog to see, and Amy can't help but drool at the sight. “Now, don't just stand there, gawkin'. Get to liftin'!"

“Yes, ma'am!" Amy shouts, scurrying over towards the bench. With her gloved hands ready, she grabs onto the bar and lifts, leaving her futanari cock exposed to the air and for Bunnie to admire.

Spotting her, Bunnie begins to talk. “You've been pretty darn quiet these past few months. Everyone's been worried about you."

“Look at me!" Amy says after an inhale. She pulls the weight down and then lifts it up with another significant intake of air.

“Oh, Ah can't help but look at ya!" Bunnie admits. “You're ripped more than a debutante's dress after a midnight rendezvous on lover's lane."

“N… not that!" Amy says.

“Ah, shucks, Amy, you mean the extra equipment? You honestly think ah'd judge you for not bein' normal. Ah mean, have you looked at me?" she holds her hands out, giving Amy a pout.

“Ah… I guess not, but… but things are different. They have to be."

“Sure 'nuff," Bunnie says. “But that don't mean it has to be bad. Take me, for instance. Ah never thought ah'd be a badass cyborg fightin' the good fight, being a hero and all that. That ain't exactly the lifestyle ah was born into. Ah didn't want it. Ah really, really didn't."

“I… I guess that's true.

“But, if none of this hadn't happened to me, ah wouldn't have met my friends and my loved ones. Ah made the best of a bad thing and ah made it work for me. Turned it into a real strength."

Amy finishes her set, and Bunnie lifts it with ease, replacing the weights. The Hedgehog sits up, straddling the bench, her cock practically oozing, screaming for release. “Well, I'm… I'm sorry, Bunnie."

“Ain't nothing to be sorry about, Sugah," Bunnie says.