Luffy Stretching Novels & Stories

Bianca looked with interest at Frost, the fitness enthusiast, who was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. "A tendon lengthens an inch, and life extends by ten years! In yoga, flexibility is a fundamental skill! Dr. Frost's physical fitness is good, and now his flexibility is also very good!" "Ahh! Ahh!" Frost groaned softly, but he still forced himself to swallow the word "pain".

“Thanks, Jess. You’re the best.” Lucy cleared her throat as she slid down onto the ground in a near split. I knew she could go all the way down, but she was warming up. I followed suit. I wasn’t quite as limber as her, but I needed to work on it. Jess began to stretch her arms, likely glad we seemed to be letting her stay and practice now.

I was sitting on the ground with one leg outstretched in front of me, trying to bend forward and touch my toes. While stretching, I scanned the field of pack members looking for Gabriel. I wonder if he’s here yet. With that thought, my eyes fell on a sweaty Gabriel already in the middle of his workout. He was at the chin up bars. Every time he pulled himself up every ab and arm muscle would flex. His sweat was dripping down his tan skin.

Meri seems to think the same. Tom glance at Luca, who seems completely relaxed, his biceps only slightly bulging in the t-shirt. I must admit that I have a hard time keeping my eyes of him right now. "Starting to tire ?" Tom glances at Luca. "Nope, you". Luca actually let go with one hand to scratch his neck, balancing perfectly on one arm. Tom huffs and mutters under his breath. "Show off, try doing this". He slowly stretches his arms and then flexes them down again, like he is doing push ups on the edge of the table.

He did the same to the other leg as well. “Stretching.” He answered. “Why– why?” Smile became anxious. “Don’t tell me…” Hisoka stubbornly gazed at the youngest. “Don’t tell me. You’re lying, right? You’re just pulling my leg, right?” “... excuse me?” He stood up straight after finishing up his intense stretching. “My little one.” “Youngest…” “Don’t tell me…” Sleepy, Smile, and Hisoka expressed their discomfort outwardly, shaking their heads.

She was used to feeling emotions, but she hadn't felt this one before. “Stretch first, Laylan. Before sparring always stretch your muscles and clear your mind,” Greagan said in his usual lecturing tone. Laylan smiled and looked at Lucassius, who smiled and shrugged his shoulders saying, 'That's Father for you.' Laylan and Lucassius always could read each other's looks. Over the years of knowing one another, Laylan could give Lucassius a look meaning anything, and he would know exactly what she was thinking. It was the other way around, as well, with Lucassius.

In the treehouse, Lola is stretching her muscles. It's been a while since she stopped training. Her muscles felt tight and she is not feeling as flexible. But she began to train with a wooden sword she carved from a thick branch using the kitchen knife. After three hours of swinging in the air and stabbing her nonexistent opponent, she began to feel like her old self. After her practice, she bathed quickly and changed her clothes into a set of tight breeches and a shirt that belongs to Lucas. She folded the shirt and tied a knot with the gathered fabric on her right side. A hint of her mid-rift is showing.

He was extremely demanding, correcting my posture whenever it wasn't perfect. At first, I was very resistant to physical contact between us, but as the stretching continued, the ache in my legs and lower back left me no energy to worry about anything else. When it became unbearable, I almost cried out, but at the last moment, I bit my lip to stifle the sound. Five minutes of stretching had nearly finished me off. I collapsed on the yoga mat, unwilling to get up. "I overestimated your stamina." I lowered my head in embarrassment. After saying this, Luke went to the shoulder press machine to train.

He's a ninja—a man who would skate on a broken ankle and call it a scratch. She slides her hand further down, assessing the tension in his traps. "The infraspinatus is much looser than last time," she notes. "You're maintaining well. Keep up with the stretching." Suddenly, Elias twists his head. At this range, his eyes are startlingly clear, almost transparent. "You know, Mia...maybe you should just teach me the technique? A little private tutorial on how to work the knots out." Mia's stylus stutters against the screen.

He’d been doing it for fifteen fucking minutes. Jax knelt on one of the mats, hands braced behind him as he eased into a deep quad stretch. Then he shifted, slowly, sinking back into a twist that showed off the smooth line of his waist beneath a fitted black compression shirt. His sweats hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of muscle that disappeared below the waistband. Ryder glared at him. Jax didn’t look bothered. He pushed one palm into the floor, arching slightly as he stretched out his lower back. Slow, controlled, every movement making Ryder’s jaw clench.