AN: Well, I don't know what to say. I honestly wasn't expecting people to like those drabbles as much as they did. So, I managed to pull together a couple more, hope you guys enjoy them. But fair warning, if I ever do any more of these, it's going to be really haphazardly. I managed to drum up some inspiration for this batch, but I cant count on that happening again any time soon. That said, I'll update this thing next time I manage to pull together enough material, however long it takes.
nuuo: I haven't actually watched it, but I like what I've seen of it. Thinking I'll check it out, see if it gives me any inspiration to write more of these.
Mr Perv: Nooooooooooooooo to the latter point. Also, hell no. Setting aside the fact that's even a lazy couch potato like me knows that's not how fitness works (Lincoln is not going to be able to outdo a career athlete like Lynn, who's been training and conditioning herself for her entire life, after only a few months of working out, genders be damned.) I'm also just have no intention of poking at that issue. Like, not with a 10-foot pole.
Cookie Warlord: Jeeze, you're making me blush. Thanks though, I'm glad my dumb little ideas can make people laugh. Hope you also enjoy this batch.
"First to ten wins." Lynn chuckled, loudly cracking her knuckles.
"Must we do this?" Lucy asked. Her facial features remained neutral, but any member of the Loud family would be able to recognize the subtle indicators that she was rolling her eyes.
"Yes!" Lynn shouted. "You play a little basketball, and you have a little success, and now you're too big for your Victorian britches! Someone needs to take you down a peg!"
"Is this because I'm taller than you now?" Lucy asked, unconsciously straightening up. "Because nobody saw that growth spurt coming, not even Lisa."
"By two inches!" Lynn growled. "And no, it's not!"
"It's actually three." Lincoln called from the sidelines.
"Shut up, Stinkoln!" Lynn shouted, her angry vein manifesting rather visibly. "And throw us the ball!"
Lincoln shrugged, picked up the nearby basketball he'd been minding, and chucked it onto the court. It wasn't the worst throw Lynn had ever seen, but she made a mental note to run drills with Lincoln later. And also to work on his throwing.
With that, Lynn cleared her mind of all distractions, game time had begun. Her eyes locked onto the orange sphere as it tumbled through the air, tracing its trajectory. She could see Lucy tensing up out of the corner of her eye, clearly intending to take advantage of her minor height advantage in hopes of scoring an easy point. Well, if that's was her plan, then Spooky had another thing coming!
With a roar, Lynn launched herself into the air, snatching the ball as it lazily sailed towards the center of the court. The second her sneakers hit the ground, she bolted, rushing past Lucy and driving the ball towards her opponent's basket. She cackled to herself as she encountered zero resistance. This was too easy! All she had to do was dribble a little further, and she could crush her little sister using her patented Lynn Loud...wait, this was too easy.
Lynn skidded to a stop, reflexively snatching up the ball mid-dribble, and spun around, looking for her little sister. Finally, she spied the other girl...on the other side of the court...going the opposite direction she was supposed to be running in! With Lincoln slung over her shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"Hey!" Lynn shouted, angrily bouncing the ball off the ground for emphasis. "What gives!"
"I'm winning." Lucy called back, not even bothering to look at Lynn.
"But I have the ball!" Lynn exclaimed in protest. That was when Lucy finally came to a stop. She turned slightly, and shot Lynn a victorious smirk.
"Yes." Proclaimed the goth. "But I have two."
"I've gotta say, Leni, I'm really impressed with the progress you've made in such a short amount of time."
"Aw, thanks Becky." Leni giggled bashfully before striking a pose. The statuesque redhead stepped around Leni, looking her over with a critical eye. Uncertain and embarrassed as Leni was, the girl undoubtedly looked amazing. She'd already been fashion model material, and now she could easily find herself a place in Maxim.
"I'm especially impressed by your arms." Becky observed, giving Leni's bicep a poke and nodding approvingly at how firm and unyielding it was.
"Thanks!" Leni chirped as she resumed her normal stance. "I can open lots of peanut butter now!"
"I'll bet." Becky said with a wry smile. "Got any tips you'd like to share?"
"Sure!" Leni turned and began to wave frantically, causing certain bits of her anatomy to start moving around in a very distracting manner. "Linky! Come over here!"
Speaking of distracting...Becky bit her lip, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to muster some restraint.
"Hey girls." And with that, came dangerously close to losing it. After a few more moments of mental preparation, Becky opened her eyes, and let out the breath she'd been holding.
"H-hey, Lincoln." She said, trying as hard as she could to keep her voice level. The sole male Loud had been cute as a button when he was a doofy, white haired little boy. Now in his teens, very nearly an adult, he'd bloomed rather magnificently, his formerly lanky frame having gained some much needed substance, all wonderfully offset by the shy smile that so often adorned his face. It was a combination that...did things to her. Probably why his sisters had stopped allowing them to be alone together.
"Becky." Lincoln returned her greeting, immediately faltering in the presence of the two taller girls. Becky very dearly wanted to give him some much needed reassurance.
"Linky." Leni tapped the boy on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "Becky wants to see our special workout."
Becky was surprised to see the boy blanch, his face turning pale, then immediately reddening profusely. "L-Leni..." He stammered, "I really don't think this is the place to—".
"Sure it is." The blonde replied, waving one hand dismissively. Without waiting for any further response, Leni grabbed the boy by the waist, lifted him into the air and turned him sideways, holding him in front of her in a manner not unlike the form one would use with a dumbbell. Then, Leni curled the boy up towards her ample chest. A grin broke out on Becky's face as she realized what Leni was doing. Classic, ditzy Leni. Those Loud kids could be so—
Becky's train of thought abruptly stopped as upon completing her curl, Leni leaned down and smooched her younger brother on the lips.
"One." The blonde said, beaming. She lowered Lincoln back down to waist level and repeated the process. "Two."
...Well, that was interesting. Becky stood there as if nailed to the floor, watching her best friend continue to plant kisses on her hapless little brother, Becky's breathing growing more heavy, and her thighs growing increasingly slick with each rep.
"Twenty!" Leni announced, finally allowing her rhythm to lapse, looking equal parts happy and exhausted. As much as Becky wanted to see more, she was thankful for the reprieve. Watching Leni manhandle her brother like that had gotten Becky so worked up that she was starting to feel like she'd been the one working out. Though, considering the state of her nethers...nowhere near to the degree she'd have liked.
Leni put the dazed boy on his feet, then, clearly spent, leaned against him for support. It was a testament to Lincoln's brotherly instincts that he was able to support his sister, even though he looked barely conscious as it was. It seemed like this might be her opportunity...
"H-hey, Leni..." Becky began, nervously running her tongue over her upper lip. "I've actually been wanting to step up my own routine. You think...I might be able to give...uh, that, a try?"
"Hmm." Leni began to tap one finger on her chin as she hemmed contemplatively, still learning against her brother. "I dunno, Becky." She said at last, Linky's usually only good for one set.
"Oh..." Becky immediately winced at how much desperation and disappointment she'd managed to cram into a single syllable.
Then, Leni got a crafty look on her face. She motioned for Becky to come closer, and the redhead did so, leaning down so as to put herself level with the elder Loud sibling.
"But..." Leni murmured, glancing around conspiratorially. "If we can find some place a little more private, I can show you how Linky helps me do...push ups."
Becky gulped loudly as the feelings of yearning stirred up by that simple promise. "Yes, please." She whispered, hoarsely.
Luan slammed the stop button on her treadmill, wiping the sweat off her brow as she noticed the new woman who had just entered the gym.
"Now that's a tall drink of water I'd like a taste of." She muttered to herself as she ran her approving gaze up and down new arrival. Tall, easily 7 feet at minimum, clad in a tanktop and shorts that looked like they were painted onto her body. And what a body! Powerfully built, but still incredibly feminine, with none of her visible musculature taking away from her ample curves. She looked like she could go a few rounds with a bear and come out victorious, then go work her night shift at Hooters with little difficulty. Why, just look at the size of those boo—"
"Holy Crap!" Luan sputtered, gaping slack jawed at what she now recognized to be her friend. "Maggie! You're huge!"
"Hello Luan." Maggie greeted the comedienne with a solemn nod, her long legs swiftly carrying her towards the brunette. "You said I needed to be stronger if I wanted to go out with your brother. So I've been training at 600 times Earth's gravity."
"That's not how muscle training—" Luan began.
"Also I can do this now." Maggie's hair turned blonde as she flung her hands out to her side. An instant later Luan found herself nearly toppling over as a massive wave of invisible force blasted out from her friend, knocking aside thousands of dollars worth of exercise equipment and shattering every one of the gym's windows.
"I meant you needed to be a stronger person!" Luan yelled, struggling to remain on her feet. "Like, more confident!"
"...Oh." Maggie's hair changed back to normal, and the oppressive force immediately ceased. She flexed her arm, carefully looking it over. "You think I might have overdone it?"
"A little?" Luan shrugged. "But on the other hand, its not like he can stop you now."
Maggie stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Good enough." She said, nodding to herself. "I'll be off then."
"Wait!" Luan cried out as the older girl began to turn away. Maggie stopped and gave Luan a curious look.
"Can I..." Luan gulped loudly, feeling her cheeks begin to burn. "Can I come with you?"
Maggie seemed to ponder this. "I'm going to find Lincoln and show him how I feel."
"That's totally fine!" Luan said, nodding eagerly.
"I mean physically."
"I-I can help!" Luan winced. She may have sounded a little too enthusiastic there. Nevertheless, she stood up straighter, trying to discretely draw attention to her own curves, trying to draw confidence from the fact that Lincoln was always enthusiastic about her body. At last, Maggie seemed to come to a decision.
"Fine." The taller girl said, nodding to herself. "Let's be off."
"And—!" Luan shouted, stopping the amazon in her tracks. "Could you...uh, carry me?"
"Like a princess?" Came the oddly neutral reply.
"Yes please."
"Alright." Maggie shrugged and effortlessly swept Luan up in her arms. "But you'll be sharing with Lincoln once we find him."
"I can live with that." Luan murmured, leaning against Maggie and sighing in contentment.