She moves into position, and I feel her settling into the stance, her weight distributed evenly. I take a moment to appreciate what I’m experiencing. Being inside her body is a privilege I don’t take lightly. Her muscles are lean and strong, her body honed from years of training. She’s compact but powerful, every part of her conditioned and ready. I can feel the strength coiled in her legs, the stability in her core, and the tension in her shoulders from the day’s stress.
“We’ll start with squats,”I say.“I’m going to guide you down. Just let me move you.”
I bend her knees and lower her body. She resists for a split second, instinct making her want to control the movement herself, but then she relaxes and lets me take over. I sink her down until her thighs are parallel to the floor, feeling every muscle engage. Her quadriceps fire, her glutes activate, and her core tightens to keep her balanced. I hold her there for amoment, letting her feel the position, then drive her back up through her heels.
“Again,”I say, and lower her down.
This time she doesn’t resist at all. She’s compliant, trusting me to move her body. The thought sends a thrill through me. She’s allowing me to do as I please with her, letting me control her movements and her muscles. It’s intoxicating. I guide her through ten squats, each one smooth and controlled. I reinforce her muscles as they work, healing the micro-tears before they can cause pain, feeding energy into her fibers so they don’t fatigue.
“How does that feel?”I ask.
“Good. Really good, actually. I can feel you moving me, but it doesn’t feel like I’m not in control. It’s more like... we’re doing it together.”
“Exactly,”I say.“Now lunges. Step forward with your left leg.”
I move her forward and bend both knees, lowering her back knee toward the floor. Her left quadriceps burns with effort, and I soothe it immediately, directing regenerative matter to the muscle. Her balance is perfect. I can feel how aware she is of her body, how precisely she holds herself. I bring her back to standing and switch legs, stepping forward with her right. The muscles in her right leg engage differently, slightly stronger than her left. She favors this leg. I make a mental note of it.
“Again,”I say.“Left leg.”
She steps forward without hesitation. I’m guiding her, but she’s anticipating my movements now, flowing with me instead of waiting. We do ten lunges on each leg, and I feel her confidence growing with each repetition. Her breathing stays steady and controlled. She’s not even winded.
“Now push-ups,”I tell her.“Get down on the floor.”
She drops to her hands and knees, then extends her legs behind her into plank position. I feel the strain in her shoulders and the way her arms tremble slightly as they support her weight. I reinforce the muscles in her shoulders and triceps, wrapping myself more tightly around them.
“Lower yourself down,”I say.“I’ve got you.”
She bends her elbows, and I guide her down until her chest nearly touches the floor. Her core is rock-solid, not a hint of sagging in her hips. I can feel every muscle in her abdomen working to keep her body in a straight line. I push her back up, and her arms feel stronger now, more stable. I’m lending her my strength, making her capable of more than she could do alone.
“Again,”I say.
She lowers down, and I feel the burn starting in her triceps. I heal it before it can become painful. She pushes back up. Down. Up. Down. Up. We do twenty push-ups, and she’s not struggling at all. She’s amazed, and I can feel it radiating through her.
“How am I doing this?”she asks.“I can do way more than usual. I should be exhausted by now.”
“We’re using my strength combined with yours,”I explain.“I’m also healing your muscles as they tire, repairing micro-tears and preventing injury. I’m allowing you to push further than you normally could.”
“This is incredible,”she says.“I feel like I could do this forever.”
“You probably could, with me inside you.”
I feel her process that statement, the way it makes her pulse jump slightly. She doesn’t comment on it.
“What else can we do?”she asks.
“Plank hold,”I say.“Stay in this position.”
She holds herself up in plank, and I feel her core engage fully. Her abdomen is tight, her back straight, and her legs strong. I wrap myself around every muscle group, supporting andstrengthening her. Seconds tick by. Thirty seconds. A minute. Her arms start to shake but I reinforce them. Two minutes. Three. She’s not even close to failure because I won’t let her fail.
“I should be collapsing by now,”she says, wonder in her mental voice.
“But you’re not,”I tell her.“You’re perfect. Your body is perfect. Strong and capable, and everything I could ask for in a host.”
She’s quiet for a moment.
“You really think that?”
“I know it,”I say.“Being inside you is a privilege, Wren. Your body is a machine. Every part of you is honed and ready. I can feel how hard you’ve worked to build this strength. I swear I’ll appreciate every second I get to be part of it.”
