Authors: [Rinehartd/edinaus] Jill Rhodes *enhanced version*

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The gymnasium was Portsdown High’s most recent architectural monstrosity; a building that was the cause of much noise and dust during Jill’s junior year. In her early morning free period, Jill had the entire place to herself. She looked around the vast space that surrounded her, her shoes squeaking against the polished floor. There was a serene quality to the dead silence of the place. It was massive, soundless, and empty; everything that her home wasn’t.

Earlier in the morning she made a pass at the gym, and sure enough, it was locked. Frustration. Jill, with her newfound muscle mass, felt like she could have simple rammed the door open, but she wasn’t that insane just yet. The gymnasium perhaps had something she could use. She approached the far end of the hall, where the storage closet was, and tried the handle. To her surprise, it opened, and within it sat a variety of sports equipment; basketballs, soccer balls, volleyballs, cones, skipping ropes…but no weights. She looked around the place. There was a volleyball net set up at one corner of the gymnasium. Jill smiled to herself and whipped out her phone and began texting.

“Jill?” Daniel said as he walked into the gym, duffel bag hoisted over his shoulder. The burly football star looked around and found Jill’s increasingly unfamiliar figure at the far end of the hall. He just managed to catch her sliding her PE shirt on, but from the millisecond that he saw her shirtless, he could see all her back muscles standing bold and hard from out of her torso, glistening in the ceiling lights. Daniel’s heart beat faster. As she pulled her shirt down to where it sat above her midriff, she spun around in a moment of surprise before smiling at him, her blonde hair whipping around her face as she did so. The whole thing seemed to play out in slow motion in Daniel’s dazed mind.

“You got here quick, barely gave me time to change!” she quipped as she pulled her sneakers out of her backpack.

Daniel snapped out of his daze and gave her a confident smile as he folded his arms and cocked his head, “Not exactly every day that I get a text from you telling me to come over,” he said, walking towards her. She giggled as she laced up her shoes. Daniel looked at the net adjacent to her and then down at the volleyballs she had laid next to it, “So what, you called me over for volleyball?”

Jill finished putting on her shoes and turned around, approaching Daniel. As she did so, she remembered how she looked like a stick standing next to him. She gave a quick glance to each of her shoulders, admiring how broad and thick they had gotten, and how much more powerful they made her feel in the face of the towering Daniel, “I’m feeling…” she cooed suggestively. Daniel’s confident exterior was on the verge of crumbling into a nervous heap as she got closer and closer to him, “…like I need you to work me out.”

Daniel collected himself and smirked as Jill picked up one of the volleyballs. Amazing, he thought. The last time she was like this to him was Junior prom, while Tara was being distracted by her friends. His confidence began to waver once more as Jill walked right up to him, coming within a hair’s length of him as she gently pushed the ball into his hands.

Holy shit, Daniel thought, she is fucking ripped. He could make out the powerful veins in her arms, which forked like lightning bolts as they travelled from her biceps down to her forearms. He could see her insane pecs bulging through her shirt with visible separate between them now in the form of a deep groove, and sweet Jesus her whole body was far more cut than his. For the first time, Daniel felt like he had to *respect* Jill not as a friend but as someone who was by some freak of nature intimidating and arousing him at the same time. He had never felt this way before. He still felt his unholy, uncontrollable desires for Jill, but now he was *terrified* of those desires. His fears were no less assuaged when Tara’s face started flashing in his head. He gripped the ball, standing there like a poor loon, not knowing what to do.
He took a moment to properly admire Jill’s arms and her exposed skin, which covered the corded sinews and network of thick, ropey veins throughout.

Jill was a vision to behold.  She wore tight gym clothes, which allowed him to quickly absorb the details.  They Lycra swept and curved and hugged the magnificent structure of Jill’s muscular body beneath.  He admired how the clothes stretched tightly over her bulging thighs to stop just above her tiny knees. Her exposed lower legs were crisscrossed with veins that twisted their way downward, eventually wrapping around her small ankles and disappearing into the covered toes of her shoes.  Jill’s top rippled over the slim profile of her waist and stomach, hinting at the undulations of the pronounced abdominal muscles that pushed back against the light fabric.  Her arms and shoulders stood out prominently at the side of her body as her top stretched over her massive chest unable to hide the shape of what was beneath anyway, as the fabric straps stretched over her pronounced trap muscles which seemed to simply erupt, bare and marvellously high above her shoulders, before meeting her neck.  The top portion of Jill's pectoral muscles were featured prominently over the modestly cut top, showing a deep ravine that radiated striations outward. Her clothing seemed to enhance the curves of her body in a way that seemed to enhance her massiveness even more impressively. 

“You’ve gotten all quiet on me. That’s a first.” Jill remarked as she took her position on the opposite side of the net from Daniel.

Her confidence, her poise, it was killing Daniel. He was frozen on the spot, trapped in his own skin. He couldn’t move, but his mind was screaming at him. He took a deep breath, and decided that he would set aside his hesitation, at least for this moment. At the end of the day, no matter what Jill did, it was Daniel who was Portsdown High’s football star, on track for the USC Trojans. He could be sure of that.
“Work you out, huh?” Daniel said, finally looking up at her, “I’ll see what I can do about that…after this game!”

Daniel slammed the ball as hard as he could, rocketing it over the net towards Jill. A deafening “bang” reverberated across the entire gymnasium. Immediately, Daniel felt a bit worried that he had turned the ball into a deadly projectile headed for Jill. To his surprise, however, Jill blocked the ball with her arms, halting its deadly trajectory without so much as an ounce of effort. She followed up by leaping in the air and slamming her fist into it, sending the ball back to Daniel even faster than he had. The football dimwit was caught off guard and clumsily deflected the ball, but he already knew he had made a mistake. The ball floated slowly over the net, where Jill easily pounced and pounded it into the ground in front of him.

“Whoo!” Jill yelped, pumping her fist in victory.

“Holy shit girl,” an astounded Daniel said, “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone hit a ball like that, let alone a chick.”

 Jill’s powerful thighs propelled her across, and she dived and deflected it in the nick of time. Damn, thought Daniel.

up until this point he had been to distracted by Jills biceps and arms to even notice her incredible legs. Her thick thighs were as ripped as the rest of her and the thick cuts and striations continued up through her tight gym shorts.

Daniel held his own for several back-and-forths, but in his relentless effort to beat Jill, he put all his strength into each hit. Yet, no matter how hard and how fast he played, Jill was always ready to deflect with such unrelenting power. Daniel realized far too late that he had tired himself out far too quickly, and eventually the ball hit the ground where Daniel wasn’t. “Shit,” he muttered.

Daniel wiped the sweat off his forehead as he placed the ball on the ground, “Phew, okay Jill. Gotta time out now. I gotta keep some in the tank for practice later.”

Jill, also sweating now, pinched her shirt with both hands and fanned air onto her body. Checking herself out, she grinned satisfyingly as she saw how pumped her body had become now that her blood was pumping. Her muscles were bulging out more and they felt harder now. She pulled up her sleeve and inspected her shoulder which was bold and pronounced, and the skin around it felt thinner with every single vein more pronounced and pumping. Mission accomplished.

Jill let go of her singlet and held her arm slightly out from her side.  While doing so, she pulled her forearm back up and tightened her biceps muscle. The veins protruded below the skin as the filled with blood to feed the muscle as it came to life, and Daniel quickly realized that the bulging as she was waving her shirt before was not even close to representative of the full extent of the intentionally flexed muscle. 
Jill was shaking.  What on earth was she doing?  In this moment, she didn’t care, because she was exhilarated by the energy. She had watched Daniel checking her out so decided to give him what he wanted.  She pulled her arms back up into a front double biceps pose, and began to pump them hard, knowing how men who admired muscular women really liked to see the muscles move as they were tensed and relaxed.  She saw the familiar veins appear more prominent in her forearms and over the peak of her bicep muscle.

She pulled her arms down and performed her best side chest pose, facing the shadows.  She couldn’t see her pectoral muscles tense, but she felt them and could picture how it looked from the countless times she did this into the mirror.  She knew that her muscles looked fantastic in her tight clothing, and it made her feel more feminine than ever to be showing off for an enthusiastic male admirer.  She thought about the effect that her muscular body was having over the man not ten feet away from her.  What was more feminine and womanly than this?  He was completely enraptured by the sight of her, without any physical contact whatsoever. 

She transitioned into a side triceps pose and repeatedly flexed the large muscles at the back of her arm.  She could feel the blood in her arms, and the veins were pulsating with the flexing now.  The fat, horseshoe-shaped muscles thickened to the point of bursting as she locked her arms together in a powerful display.

Jill flexed her lats out wide as she rested her arms on her hips.

“What do you think?”

“Unbelievable,”

She turned her back to show the biceps, triceps and deltoids from the back, and eyed the muscles as she looked over her shoulder.  She was excited, and this act was turning out to be a bit arousing even for her, she couldn’t deny that to herself.

Her back was as broad as a table. The shape of Jill's torso was an upside down isosceles triangle from her rear lat spread. Her waist looked tiny compared the sheer breadth of her shoulders. However, when she curled her mighty arms into a back double bicep pose, the formerly smooth back became angry and rippled like a stormy sea of muscle tissue. The peaks of her biceps exploded upwards, buffeted from the sides by meaty forearms and bulging deltoids, nearly touching her hands. Daniel’s eyes trailed down her back to rest on her amazing ass. It was round and perfect, taut with muscle, like that of a thoroughbred mare. Her shorts revealed great heaping eyefuls of her butt.

Daniel couldn’t help himself. Transfixed by Jill’s display of beauty and pure muscle power, he shyly asked if he could touch her bicep.

“Sure,” said Jill, hiding any impression that this was what she had wanted all along.

Tentatively, Daniel reached out, as if he sensed trouble. When his hands made contact with her hot, sweaty but smooth and scrumptious skin, he could gain perspective on just how big and hard her muscles really were. She sighed luxuriously as his hands timidly, then eagerly explored the mammoth muscles of her arm. Jill flexed her huge bicep causing the muscle to bunch up tight and hard, “check out some real muscle, they look like cannonballs don’t they” Jill said as she popped her arm,

Daniel was taken aback by the hardness she met with the touch.  His hand was positioned so that his thumb was at the peak of the biceps muscle and his fingers wrapped over the triceps.  The muscles did not yield at all, and he gently squeezed to probe the hardness even more.  It was like touching a warm rock, and it was unbelievable.  For some reason, he realized that he had a pre-conceived notion that the muscles on this woman were going to be somewhat soft, as if they were merely cosmetic.  The reality was completely different as they were in fact much harder than Daniel thought was possible for a human body, and the fact that this was the muscle of a woman was even more astounding! 

He had never felt anything like Jill's bicep in his life. He couldn't believe that human flesh could be that hard. He got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and felt weak in the knees. Never had he experienced a sensation like feeling Jill's throbbing, incredibly massive and hard muscle. A living, pulsating, massive boulder of rock. Daniel put his whole hand back on that bulging muscle, trying to get his fingers around Jill's huge bicep, but the big round ball of muscle was too big. Her bicep was the size of a softball and as hard as steel. Daniel could feel the fibres in the bicep extend and contract as Jill flexed hard. Each fiber felt like a steel cord. When they contracted, those fibers formed a harder mass of muscle than Daniel had ever imagined possible, even though he had been watching that muscle for months. Veins were crisscrossing Jill's whole arm as blood engorged the muscle.

He wrapped both hands around the muscle and squeezed as hard as he could. He needed both hands because her flexed upper arm was so big. Daniel squeezed hard but couldn't make the slightest dent in her peaked bicep or in her bulging triceps. Her muscles felt like warm marble - solid rock. "Fuckin' hard, isn’t it?" Jill said, with kind of an arrogant tone to her voice. All Daniel could do was nod his head in total agreement.

"Try pinching my arm as hard as you can" said Jill. "See if you can hurt that muscle." Daniel tried to squeeze her bicep as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent. Then he tried to squeeze Jill's rippling triceps, with the same result. They were just as hard as the rest of her.

Daniel quickly changed her hand position to cup the peak of the flexed biceps in his palm.  The muscle filled his hand completely, feeling slightly larger than a baseball, and just as hard, as he quickly allowed his fingers to explore the crevasses on the inner arm where the skin hugged the balled up muscle.  Without provocation, Jill proceeded to extend the arm and then retract into the flexed position while Daniel maintained his hand position.  He perceived his eyes widening in astonishment at the feel of the muscles that were now alive in his hand.  He could feel the corded, fibrous texture of the biceps muscle as it changed shape and hardened under the command of the bodybuilder.  The veins that roped the arm even pressed against his touch, as they swelled to feed the powerful musculature.  All of the muscles of the arm worked together to provide a display of anatomical harmony of movement as Jill slowly flexed and unflexed her arm. 

He fought the temptation to change hand positions once again and probe at a different part of the woman’s physique, although the fascination that he felt toward this developed body was electrifying to him.  He could not explain this reaction to himself, and he immediately began to mull this effect.  Where was this interest coming from?

She took her other hand off his and tilted her body to present her arm even more readily to Daniel.  She held the pose, flexing all the muscles.  He could see the mild strain in Jill’s foream and shoulder as she tightened them.  Daniel began to probe the shape of the muscles, first caressing the curving bicep, allowing his finger tips to trace the larger veins that had begun to pop.  He explored the crevasses where the different muscles met the balled muscle on both the front and back of her arm.  He briefly met Jill’s blue eyes, watching him intently, and he seemed to mentally decide to seize this moment fully.

He flipped his hand and cupped the triceps at the bottom of the arm, and Jill responded by straightening the arm to flex accordingly to accept the muscles in the new location, then repeated to pull back to the biceps pose.  Daniel looked again to Jill, his mouth pulled to an incredulous smile, yet quivering at the corners, likely as a result of the adrenaline coursing through him.  He visibly gaining some confidence and he now proceeded to feel Jill’s deltoid, spreading his fingers wide to try to cover the entire span of the large muscle group.

He now found his hands moving upward, now guiding themselves over Jill’s traps, then down the upper bare back to take in the furrows of her lats and middle back.  His other hand had begun to wander over her pectoral muscle as it connected to the front deltoid, her fingertips extending toward the centre of her chest until they reached the crevasse where it met the pectoral on the other side.  Jill pushed both arms out before her, putting her pecs under extreme tension.  They came alive as they pulled together, becoming impossibly hard and mounding thickly beneath her fingers. She watched as he strummed over the striated ridges that fanned out over the pectoral from the breast bone that was buried below all that muscle.  He grabbed her petruding trap muscles at either side of her neck as she changed her arm position to press her palms against each other, forcing the muscles to explode.  Veins again began to appear, almost magically, with this effort. 

Daniel became oblivious of everything around him as he worshiped Jill. He explored the pectoral muscles thoroughly for what seemed like hours, flirting with the narrow strap of the singlet that ran over the shoulder.  He put his fingers below it and moving it about as if some muscle could hide behind the quarter inch of fabric.  After some time, he brazenly moved his hand to place it over the fabric that covered Jill’s stomach and she enthusiastically followed his example.  Jill responded by putting both arms over her head to contract her abdominal muscles in a sort of crunch.  They always looked like a washboard, even when they were unflexed. When Jill flexed them even a little, the washboard immediately got rock hard. It looked like corrugated iron. Although the fabric of her singlet bunched loosely over her stomach, his fingers quickly found the hard shapes and ripples of the bunched musculature below.  Daniel had one hand of the front abs, and the other on Jill’s oblique, as she twisted her position, enjoying every moment. 
 “Truly remarkable.  I had no idea that a woman could achieve something like this.  You really are stunning.”
“Thank you,” said Jill, as she held the pose in her arm for a few moments longer, appearing to admire it herself, “I get a mix of reactions, so it’s always very nice to hear something positive.”

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"Do you want to armwrestle”? Jill asked, she suddenly seemed kind of confident. The expression on her face, it wasn't a smile, more like a knowing look, like she knew she was strong. She was sure of herself.
He smiled and said, "Okay, Tough Girl, let's see what you're made of!" He put his elbow up on the table.

They squared up on the table, Jill’s immense size gave her confidence of an easy win but Daniel was determined not to be shown up by a girl.

"Okay," she said, half-shrugging at his little act. She gripped his hand solidly, causing her bicep to bulge again. He felt her tight grasp and was not pleased. Daniel glanced under the table at her, whose legs looked very powerful and muscular in her tight shorts.

The two started pushing. Daniel pushed as hard as he could right away, out of fear. He could not bear to lose to her, not now, not like this, not in front of all these people. He was determined to beat her and beat her fast. He was not going to endure all the crap his friends would lay on him, otherwise.  Determination was one thing, but strength was another. As he pushed, Jill’s bicep went from relaxed into a solid boulder of strength.  Daniel pushed and pushed, but her arm was not moving. 

The muscles in her forearm bulged like writhing vein-covered snakes, applying incredible force to her strong fingers. She looked him square in the eyes as she began to count to three.  His eyes were watering as he looked to be in fear of her, barely able to tolerate the throbbing pain in his hand.

 The contrast between their arms, close together, was startling.  Daniel’s forearm while muscled and sporting a few veins actually looked thin and smooth next the pure power of a true bodybuilder’s arm that Jill now possessed.  The width and thickness of her forearm tripled in size as it tapered out from her wrist to her elbow; a mighty, meaty display of iron hard mass that looked to be as big as Daniel’s bicep.  Jill appeared to have at least two inches of thick rugged muscle gnarling out from the inner side of her forearm.  This bulging display of rough muscle mass was layered by thick snake-like veins that fiercely ran the length of the forearm, making it look another half inch thicker and frightfully strong. Further up her arm Jill’s bicep stared Daniel in the face.

As the seconds continued to tick, Jill did not soften or give or even look fatigued. Daniel, however, was beginning to strain. He strained and strained against her, trying to take the advantage, trying to gain an inch. But Jill's arm was a rock. It was like he was pushing against a brick wall, it didn't budge.  Daniel began breathing hard and his face was getting red. Jill's face was serious, but calm. She looked like she was holding him and having an easier time of it.  Daniel surged, gritting his teeth and straining with all his might. He grunted with all the force he could muster. Jill's arm moved down a little bit and then came back up. He tried again to move it like this, but he had nothing left. His arm was shaking now and this was growing very embarrassing.

After she got to 3 Jill decided to end it then and there. Veins spread all over her tanned skin as she pushed hard. They pulsated from her bicep through her shoulder, pressing against her skin as she pushed and strained. Daniels arm flexed with everything he had but it was pathetic.

Jill grinned at his weakening arm. "What's the matter?" "Am I too strong for you?"

She liked toying with his ego like this. And she liked knowing she was stronger. She loved it. It was exciting.

“Game over” said Jill as pushed harder with an increased burst of power that she had been holding back from him. Daniel let out a gasp as he felt himself totally overwhelmed. His arm flopped to the table meekly. "Oh my God..." he whined as she crushed his hand into the hard surface, painfully. He pulled his limp hand away from hers.

Jill stood up and put her hands on her hips in a statuesque pose above Daniel, her triumphant posture said it all. She'd banished him with her strong muscles. She could have beaten him 100 times in a row.
They both lay down on the floor next to each other, Jill proud and Daniel in awe of the incredible show of strength he had just been on the receiving end of.

 “It was always my life’s dream to grow up to be like you, Daniel,” she said, placing her palm on his sweaty chest. They both laughed. Jill still had her hand on his chest. That weird feeling of terror and lust was wreaking havoc on Daniel’s mind, but the feeling of her hand on his chest could not be denied. She was right there, in front of her, looking into his eyes. Daniel took her hand and gently pulled her closer to him, noticing the hardness of her shoulder as he brought her in for a hug.

“So now what? You want to…heh…work out now?”

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[edinaus]

Again, this part was originally taken from another story and modified extensively to fit here. I cannot remember the original author

Spurred on after the rush she felt after beating Daniel so easily in armwrestling, Jill decided to enter a local armwrestling competition at the gym a couple of weeks later.

In the lead up to the competition, Jill lifted heavier than she ever had done before at the gym and worked on power techniques for the range of motion armwrestling requires. She paid particular attention to her forearms and shoulders and in her spare time she studied YouTube clips and practiced her technique with Daniel. She felt she was ready.

As she walked over towards the registration table she could the tables laid out and some of the competitors getting warmed up. She could hear sniggers and whispers coming from them as she filled out the registration form. Just wait, you’ll see, she thought to herself.

As she moved over to the warm-up area, a man approached her.

“I think you’re in the wrong place young lady” he laughed, talking loud enough for everybody else to hear him.

Jill didn’t say a word. Instead, she rolled up her sleeve, raised her right arm and held it out straight. Then she bent it 90 degrees. The mans face dropped as Jill's muscle bunched up slowly and looked to the world like the birth of a a mountain on her upper arm complete with a jagged peak and striations like valleys. Her triceps dropped down like the half moon and filled it out. Jill frowned and looked at him with mock disappointment on her face. "Oh my. This flex was cold. I can do a lot better. Hold on a second." Jill stared at her arm and extended it out before curling it up agonizingly slow. Her muscle fibers contracted and flexed producing an even tighter harder peak. Jill's arm shook as she really poured strength into this flex. Veins popped to her skin and the striations deepened and defined even more as she squeezed her fist tighter. Her peak rose again as her dual headed biceps seemed ready for another burst of expansion.

"How's this fucker?" she said “I think I’m in the right place”

The man wiped a little sweat from his brow.

Jill's first match was against a guy named Nate, who was not much older than she. He was taller than she was and skinny.

The competitors sat down opposite each other and got themselves ready. This guy actually made her feel sorry for him. Oh well it was time to get started. The ref made sure the grip was fair and yelled "Go!" as he released their hands. Jill's mind wandered as the guys entire body shook from his effort. Jill looked in the boy's eyes and he looked back. She could almost see the wind leave his sails as he realized that she wasn't even trying. Her arm wasn't even fully flexed. She decided that she wasn't going to try to humiliate him. He struggled with everything he had for about six or seven seconds before Jill very calmly pressed his arm to the table. She didn't even slam it down.

"Winner!", the ref yelled and held up Jill's arm.

The crowd cheered and clapped. The rest of the guys looked annoyed that there was a girl in the contest. The fact that she had just won made it even worse. They all gave Jill a good looking at, but they couldn't wait for someone to knock her out of the tournament.

Jill's next opponent, Mike, looked a little more formidable. She sat down opposite him and readied herself. She probably wasn't going to be able to daydream her way through this match.

"GO!"

Jill's arm sprung to life as she pressed against Mike. His own arm was pretty impressive. Blood flowed through the thick vein on his biceps and his tanned skin was the picture of youthful energy, health, and strength, but there was one problem. Jill's bicep was even better and bigger. Mike's mouth hung open as he watch Jill’s muscle fibers flex faster and faster under her perfect skin. Her bicep peak was standing to attention as she pushed more power into her arm. He grimaced as he felt his arm going down. He fought hard and finally closed his eyes and bore down with everything he had. His upper arm was turning purple, but he still tried. Jill's eyes narrowed just a tad as she pressed his hand down. His body twisted against her and she felt him muster a little more strength, but it was much too little. She slammed his arm down with a boom. She didn't wait for the ref. Jill raised her own arms in the air.

The other competitors shook their heads in disbelief. This girl was on to the third round where she would be up against Joseph. He was a regular here at the gym and should be strong enough to take this girl down. Joe was about 5'8" with thick muscular build. Joe had his shirt off and was showing off his thick shoulders and his big chest and arms. Joe's lats were wide enough that his arms hung out away from his body as he approached and sat down. Jill smiled at him as he got ready, but he didn't smile back. She shrugged and got mentally ready.
Once again the ref yelled "GO!"

Joe's already thick arms grew several inches as he poured all his power into a burst of strength. Jill's reaction had been slow. She hadn't been ready. Only a supreme effort kept her hand off the soft felt of the table. Jill's face was contorted into a mask of pain and effort as she fought to get her arm back up. Jill's face turned red as Joe poured on even more power going in for the kill. Cords stood out on his thick neck as he pressed harder and harder. Jill's eyes were narrowed to slits as she fought against Joe. The other guys in the tournament slowly walked closer to watch this girl go down. They were going to be disappointed, but they would get a show.

Jill growled low and deep within her throat as she started fighting back. The other men watched as this young girls arm erupted with muscle. Veins spread all over her tanned skin spreading and feeding the muscle beneath. They pulsated from her bicep through her shoulder, pressing against her skin as she pushed and strained. She could win any womans bodybuilding contest she entered but she wasn’t here to look good, Jill wanted to prove her power and strength.

 Jill took another deep breath her muscle hardened and defined even more. She half grunted and half moaned as she pushed her arm back up to vertical. The men started shouting at Joe now. Sweat poured down his forehead as he tried to get her arm back down. He took a deep whooshing breath and squeezed her hand tighter and pushed. His arm flexed with everything he had. All the muscles in his impressive upper body were flexed hard trying to get the girl's arm to go down. It did go backwards about three or four inches but that was all. Joe's muscle started to spasm, but he kept pushing he still put everything he had into it. Jill biceps was a sight to behold as she held back all of the strength in Joe's much bigger arm.

She felt his strength start to leave him, but he wouldn't give up. It was time for this to end. Jill set her jaw hard and narrowed her eyes and started pressing him down. Her pecs got into the action as definition spread across her chest. Her shoulders were in the action too, veins popping out in all their powerful glory as she pressed Joe's arm down. He screamed in frustration as his arm wouldn't stop.

Finally with a bestial yell, Joe found strength he didn't know he had. He refused to loose to this girl. He yelled as he called on all his strength. He was close to being beaten but he was holding. Or so he thought. Jill took a few breaths and then closed her eyes. She screamed and with one final burst of immense strength from her massively pumped arm, Joe's hand went down. Joe whimpered as his hand finally hit the table. He released his grip and fell down rolling in the sand clutching his right arm. Jill threw her arms in the air. She only celebrated for a moment before going around the table and bending down and putting her hands on Joe's shoulders.

"Are you all right?", she asked him with genuine concern.

"Yeah", he managed through tight lips. She helped him to his feet. He held his extra sore right arm at an angle. "You've got a lot of strength hidden inside that body of yours. Congratulations on the win." Joe's pride was hurt, but he accepted that he had been beaten. He reached out with his left hand and raised her arm up over her head. "Here's the champion right here. Which ever one of you losers beats my girl Jill here gets free beers from me!"

The ref reached up and grabbed her wrist. "Winner!"

It was time for the finals. As Jill rested she watched Devon psyching himself up for the match. Devon's dark brown skin shined with sweat under the summer sun. His muscular athletic body was as perfect a male physique as Jill had seen in a while. He wasn't as big as a bodybuilder, but when flexed his muscles held their own against his bodybuilding friends. After the rest, they were ready. This match was for the championship and all eyes were on them.

Jill put her hand up to the table and was all business as Devon put his hand up and wiggled his fingers. They both got a good grip. The ref double checked everything then the match began.

Jill's face twisted in effort as her arm once again went to work. She leaned in and went for it with everything. Her impressive muscle bulged and flexed just as hard as before and the power in it had not waned. Devon's arm went backwards. His own proud muscle straining and flexing. It was a shock that this young girl was beating him. He fought hard, but he could not get over how strong she was. He looked at her body as she worked against him and was really in awe. Jill grunted and increased her power. Her arm was as pumped as it had been in her life. Her ultra peaked bicep was almost glowing red from all the blood. It was so shredded as she poured more power into Devon's arm. Veins were popping out all over Jills arms, her chest and her shoulders. She had never seen her forearm look this ripped before in her life.

Devon’s arm went down some more. Jill could feel the fatigue coming on though. Her biceps and her shoulders and even her pecs and forearms all burned. She could get past the pain. Jill rarely used her muscles this much without kicking in her super strength and her muscles were starting to protest. She felt the lid start to come off. Deep down she wanted to use her super strength. Her own body was urging her to use her special ability, but she wouldn't do it. She looked over at Devon’s own muscles burned and burned, but he was holding. The question was who could hold out the longest.

It was now or never. She took a deep breath and increased the pressure again. Devon's arm started going down. Slowly, inch by painful inch Jill was winning, but it was too slow. Jill's bicep cramped completely and Devon's arm, just moments away from failure itself powered Jill's arm back over and down. Her hand hit the table weakly, but it hit the table nonetheless. Jill squeezed and rubbed her biceps while Devon put his head on the table and gasped for air. The ref declared the winner. Devon got the biggest trophy and Jill's was somewhat smaller, but she was proud.

Devon walked over to her after they had handed out the trophies and extended his right hand. Jill took it. "I just wanted to say that you have got to be one of the strongest girls I have ever met. If you hadn't cramped, I think you would have had me."

Jill just smiled. "Yeah, but I did. I should have had an extra banana this morning. Anyway, congratulations."

Jill knew she would have to work harder.

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The school bell rang and almost instantly dozens of students spilled out of every door. The hallway erupted in a cacophony of chatter as students whipped out their smart phones and others chatted noisily with each other. Jill stepped out of his class and let out a relieved sigh, grateful for the brief reprieve from the drudgery of mind numbing lectures.

She decided to spend her hour long free period at the gym with Daniel.

Jill let the barbell slam onto the floor, the fifty pound discs on each side rattling as they impacted the carpet. She wiped the sweat from her brow and flexed her massive arms in the adjacent mirror. The school gym was nothing compared to Genesis, but considering that it was geared specifically for the football team, it sufficed nicely.

Since her performance against the men in the armwrestling contest last month, Jill was more motivated than ever to become as strong, powerful and physically imposing as she possible could. From neck to toe, her physique had put on what looked like another twenty pounds of muscle, and at this point it was completely undeniable that her body had been completely transformed. Her thick traps and boulder capped shoulders were intimidating, rounded and striated, with a thick vein ran down to her meaty biceps, which were now becoming thicker as they developed outwards, not just up into peaks. When flexed, they bulged hard like rocks underneath her skin.

Jill loved how pumped her body became after a tough workout and continued to flex every part of her chiselled body at every opportunity, captivated by the detail and muscle definition and veins that came to the surface. She flexed her chest and watched her pecs, now thicker than ever, rise like baked bread and stretch her sports bra. Awesome. She felt like she was going to explode. She was like a curious child with an anatomy chart. There was just so much to see and explore!

She picked up a set of dumbbells and started pumping her chest. With each rep, she could feel what was left of her breasts slowly but surely disintegrating into her pecs. She thought of her parents. How they were antagonizing her with every horrified stare, every awkward silent dinner, and every stern reminder that they were going to find her “help.”

She thought of Rhonda, who was slowly starting to drift away from her. Their normally lively conversations were now getting stilted and sparse, with Rhonda seemingly bothered a great deal with her friend’s transformation. She thought of many of the other kids at school, who were starting to give her disgusted stares anytime she came to school wearing anything that didn’t completely cover her body from the neck down.

“Twenty…twenty one…twenty two…twenty three!”

Why the fuck do these people CARE if she wanted to get huge? It’s not like she’s coming to school wasted or high like so many of the other kids, and it’s not like she’s acting like a goddamn psychopath or something. She’s still Jill! The same girl inside as always, even if the outside has gotten so much better! After all, it’s not her fault she has good genes and is simply taking advantage of them!
“Forty one…forty two…forty three…!”

It just goes to show. These people don’t care about her for who she is. They care about her for what she looks like. Even her own parents. Unbelievable. Her own parents! She could feel the betrayal seething into her and fueling her strength with each pump. Screw them all, because now she had a powerful new body. She was becoming a goddess, climbing higher towards the apex of human physical conditioning, while everyone else was stuck with their boring, featureless, plain flesh bag bodies and their narrow, dimwitted thinking. Fuck these people. Like seriously, FUCK-

She was doing heavier weight than normal because now she was lifting to get bigger.Daniel’s eyes nearly popped out watching her biceps bulge out of her long sleeved t-shirt. The shirt was normally skin tight around her upper arms and he's seen her flex for him many times which stretch it out a little, but as Jill lifted this weight and put all of her focus into contracting her muscle and squeezing extra hard at the top of the movement, he could see the weave of the shirt almost come undone, revealing her pulsating arms. When she was done her curls, she took off her shirt and tossed it to him, "here, I'm warm now. Just toss this in my bag over there."

Daniel looked down at the shirt. The sleeves were stretched out comically where her biceps belonged. He looked up at Jill's body. Her sweaty arms were big and thick. She looked more pumped than she had in a while. When she walked away to do her next exercise, he put the shirt down.

Her back arched in a powerful V that showed her strength as she lifted. The muscles on her back rippled as she moved and her lats flared out wide under her arms. As she went up the muscles rippled all across her back like a mass of thick snakes with every muscle clearly defined. Her arms bulged with incredibly defined biceps and triceps, and the tendons on her forearms stuck out like steel cables. Her back just got better and better as the muscles pumped up.

Jill concentrated, getting a good grip and balancing the weight.  She could see and feel her intensity. She grunted softly as she pushed up the 8th rep, her face flushed red with exertion.  Her skin was glistening with sweat and thick veins had popped up and down along her arms and over her shoulders.  Jill marveled at her muscle and the power and energy she possessed.  Breathing deeply she grunted even louder as she obviously strained, but successfully pushed the weight up for another rep. She pushed with all her might, screaming out a grunt and with shaking arms she struggled for a second, her face grimaced and she screamed out a second grunt as and pushed up her final rep.

As she put the weights down and took several deep breaths, Jill turned toward the mirror and flexed her right arm, watching it swell much larger than it had before as every pumped, swollen fiber of her biceps and triceps expanded and her upper arm swelled into a bulging mass of defined muscles, veins, and tendons.

Daniel gasped as she stared at Jill’s huge flexed arm. It was bigger than any bicep he had ever seen for real. Then she flexed the other arm too and faced the mirror, pulling her elbows back and adding her back muscles to the pose. Daniel could see the muscles shaking with tension.

“I-J-Uh-mm-“ Daniel stuttered, “You’re-I Mean, you-you’re looking-“

Jill smiled, still toweling herself off, and picked up her gym bag. She walked up to Daniel, “Pumped? Big? Ripped? All of the above?” she said seductively. Daniel struggled to keep his composure. Holy shit she was definitely, DEFINITELY bigger, like a freaking bodybuilder.

Her arms were thick and muscled, with the mass of her biceps and triceps evident and imposing, even while she was not flexing.  Daniel marvelled at Jill’s impossibly thick and meaty forearms.  Oh my god, he thought to himself, no woman can have forearms so thick and muscular; and all those thick veins all over! 

He stared at the magnificent display of power and muscular beauty. There were veins running up and down her arms, her quads were getting huge, and geez even her neck was looking ripped, thick with tendons visibly pronounced with beefy traps connecting at each side.  The traps flowed into wide thick shoulders, capped with what seemed like inches of muscles which made her deltoids look like boulders. Her shoulders met with dense pectoral muscles that appeared iron plated, with a deep crevice in the middle providing clear separation. 

[edinaus]

I had trouble photoshopping this one since the art styles were different but I did my best.


 
     

[edinaus]

Jill stepped forward until she was just inches before Daniel, and began a seductive series double biceps flexes. 

He loved how each of her ultra-ripped biceps separated so clearly into two distinct biceps heads.  The sharp definition and incredible leanness and hardness of the muscles, presented the ultimate of spectacular beauty.  He also loved how her arms and shoulders were so smothered in veins. The number of thick raised veins on her forearms was countless, as they covered most of her skin. 

There were two particular veins on her biceps that he especially adored.  Both were monster veins of rope size thickness, running the length of her arms.  One of the monster veins ran over the top of her biceps.  It maintained its astonishing thickness from her forearm and up the length of her biceps to the lower portion of her deltoid.  It then divided into three veins at the middle of her deltoid.  One of them was of snake-like thickness and swept horizontally across her beefy pectoral.  The other two veins continued upward, splitting like in a V shape and diminishing to worm-like proportion as they crawled their way up to the top of her shoulder.  The other monster vein ran along the inside of her arm, underneath her biceps, from her forearms to her armpit.  Amazingly, it maintained its unimaginable thickness the entire length of the run.  There was a pronounced fork about mid-way under the bicep, with one main tributary continuing ferociously, on a path straight to the armpit and the other forking straight up, like a fire hose furiously fueling her remarkably split biceps peaks. 

Her biceps resembled rugged mountain peaks, shining with diamond like hardness and brilliance with jagged crystal like definition.  Dozens of worm sized tributary veins branched upward from the monster vein to further feed and vividly adorn her luscious biceps bellies.  Daniel swore he saw the tributaries thickening in size as they surged to their limit attempting to fuel the growth of Jill’s insatiable biceps.  As they thickened they served to further beatify and adorn the biceps.  And even dozens more tributaries branched downwards from the monster vein, to the bottom of her arms, feeding and glorifying the huge bulky triceps.

His gaze lowered from Jill’s angelic face down to her muscular, sweaty pecs, which bulged and rested as she breathed, striations cutting into those thick armor flesh plates as they rose out from her chest.

As she stood in front of him, Jill was wearing only a pair of shorts and some Nike cross-training sneakers without socks. The shorts were hanging low on her hips, revealing the top part of her firm, round butt muscles. Looking down, he could see that Jill now possessed big strong muscular thighs. Finally looking all the way down he could see Jill’s rugged calves, great big muscle bellies that she could make out, even looking at the front  of her legs. Each leg sported a long thick vein starting from her foot all the way up to her thigh.

Every viewing angle uncovered the same thing, huge amounts of shredded muscle. Here and there you could see lumps of muscle bulging away from the main mass, and the muscle fibers were clearly visible beneath the skin. The veins in Jill’s forearms were remarkable . About four thick veins ran lengthwise on her inner forearms and another two or three ran along her outer forearms. Between these were numerous smaller veins running cross-wise along the inner and outer parts of her forearms. The largest veins on her inner forearms merged at her elbows to form the large veins that dominated her biceps. One vein on either forearm, simply snaked straight up her outer biceps.

Her shoulders were huge and looked like football shoulder pads.  But these "pads" were hard and dense, with tiny striations everywhere. Each of the three heads, front, back, and side, were equally amazing. Each of her side shouldercaps cut sharply into the side of each arm and they were covered in a tiny network of veins. Her back was a virtual anatomy lesson, with muscles normally only seen on an anatomy chart clearly evident and absolutely ripped to shreds. The middle of her upper back was a alive with tiny striations and veins. Smaller veins snaked out for a short distance to either side. Her traps were huge, bulging with muscles, and flared out to either side shrinking into the deep cuts of her lower back. The large striations on her lower back were startling.

Her chest was simply breathtaking. Even relaxed there was a clear separation evident running from her neck to the bottom of her chest, two finger-widths wide, and you could see striations on either side of this crevice. There was a small triangle in the middle of her lower chest that opened onto her upper as. Inside the triangle was a small indentation, another indication of her unearthly conditioning. Her breasts would probably fill a C cup nicely. They were shaped perfectly, and they defied gravity with arrogance.

One of the most outstanding parts of Jill’s body was her striking oblique muscle that now obviously swept down from the sides of her lower torso towards the centre, below her abs, and cut a swath under her belly button. Those sweeping obliques made her butt stand out like it was molded from hot metal. The slash-like muscles cut under her abs and towards her crotch. They made her look extremely sexy, especially since she wore his shorts so low. Small veins bunched up on the side of her hips and a couple approached her glutes. The largest veins on her thighs bunched up at either side of her crotch. Some of these disappeared below her tiny shorts and resumed their course afterwards up her ultra-ripped, bulging abdominals.  Some of the veins traveled on either side of the patch, and these too snaked up her lower torso. I could count at least four large veins that pulsed up her tight lower abs, and two clearly continued up her abdominals. One of these ran up her painfully shredded inter-costals, merged with a vein on her inner lat, ran behind her shoulder and into her back. The other ran up the front of her four muscular abdominal ridges to the triangle of her lower chest and disappeared there.

Her legs were now unshakable pillars of granite. Her calves were about fifteen inches around and equally freaky; hard balls of muscle riding high on her lower leg. The front of her thighs were cut to shreds, with a large tear-drop muscle crazily defined just above each inner knee. Within each tear-drop there were striations criss-crossing wildly. The outside of her thighs swept outward at an impossible angle and you could make out ribbons of hard muscle stretched along the surface. Her hamstrings were more defined than any male bodybuilder Huge, hard, masses of muscle bunched up into an immense knot, bulging and deeply cut. Even her glutes had striations and they were the most beautifully shaped muscles I had ever seen. They were obviously hard as rock and they swept slightly downward and inward. Her entire hip area was ripped to the bone, and even her adductor muscles that ran from her inner thigh into her crotch were big, hard, and cut, causing the patch of material there to be stretched even further.

Veins ran in all different directions over her entire legs. A few very large veins ran down the front of each thigh, over each knee and down the front and back of her calves. Smaller, but still large, veins crisscrossed between these large ones. I could even make out a couple of veins snaking along her inner thighs and along her hamstrings.

Because her waist was so small and his hips were so narrow, her wide, muscle-capped shoulders were twice as wide as her waist, it gave her an incredibly muscular V-shape that was nothing short of stunning. Even relaxed at her sides, Jill’s big, muscular arms looked like massive hams, the fibres of her biceps and triceps rippling and solid. Her forearms bulged with sinewy muscle that looked like a mass of snakes.

Jill playfully slapped him on the cheek. “Hey, you’re not supposed to stare at a girl’s chest Daniel!” she said, “Keep that chin up!”

“How big are your guns now Jill?”, Daniel asked.

She could not suppress a laugh as she chastised him.  “over 15 inches peaked now”  Jill flexed as she spoke, and Daniel’s jaw dropped as he watch a mountain shaped bicep of extreme definition rise in front of his eyes. The muscle gnarled to an angry looking peak of frightful power. Bold thick veins ran along its length, with smaller veins crisscrossing up and down.

Each bicep had an insane peak that split at the top, and the primary bulges rose at an alarming angle from about an inch away from her elbows. Each had two large veins running along its upper surface, one of  which split at the shoulder towards her delts and chest.  The other, further toward the outside of her biceps joined with the vascularity on herdelts. Away from this main vein shot three or four smaller veins that inched towards the back of her arm, both on her inner and outer arms. Her triceps was incredibly striated and the horseshoe-shape was very clearly defined. Her, too, veins spread from the center of her triceps, on either side, towards the top of the biceps. On the inside and outside of her upper arm, there was a deep separation between the biceps and triceps, and on the inside of her arms a single large vein ran through it.

Daniel felt himself grow immediately hard,  as he fought off the urge to extend his hands and touch what he felt must be a harder than steel muscle.  His arousal was taking control of him. Jill pumped and flexed again, closer to his face this time.   He shuddered at the sight.  It was bigger than his.  It also had better shape and definition than he ever had or could ever dream of having.  And it looked denser and harder than he ever achieved at his best. 

“It’s all 100% pure muscle in all the right places!”  “I’m twice as strong now as when I beat you in arm wrestling.  Imagine what I could do to you now!” Jill flexed even harder to emphasize her point.  “Holy God” he gasped, gawking open mouthed at her impossible muscularity. Her peak seemed to grow a little more and sharpen at the peak.  Her veins surged with fury to fuel her flex.  The long vein covering the length of the top her biceps was as thick as rope, working its way up to her shoulder, and now extending itself to sweep across her pectoral.  An equally thick rope like vein extended under the length of her bicep into her armpit.  The crisscrossing veins seemed to double in both quantity and in thickness from one end of the biceps to the other. Daniel shuddered again thinking about how insanely strong Jill had now become and that how impossibly hard her muscles must be now. Her body had become an elite muscled sensation that any bodybuilder would envy and wish for.  Words such as hour glass physique, huge, thick, ripped, hard and vascular just could not give her mind-boggling physique its justice. “Jesus Jill” he gasped again.  “This is impossible”

“Go ahead and touch it” Daniel desperately reached out with both hands to grasp at her muscle.  With one hand he wrapped around her bicep, pressing his fingers into her peak as hard as he could.  With his other hand, he cupped her shoulder and then traced the thick vein that extended across her pectoral.  He squeezed Jill’s bicep with all his might, grunting in exertion, but there was no give at all.  “You really are this hard!” he cried out.  “You really are harder than steel!”  “Oh my god he cried, while tracing and pressing along her pectoral; there are four thick veins sweeping your pec now! “They just keep on emerging!”

Jill then relaxed and flexed again, and Daniel felt the mountain of warm steel grow within his hand.  He felt his fingers spread apart, yielding to her impossible power and hardness. He then grasped Jill’s bicep with both hands.  One at the top, one at the bottom, and squeezed with all the strength of both arms and hands.  Ggrrrr he groaned and grunted loudly, giving it all he had; but again no give at all. 

Taking the cue, Jill relaxed and flexed again.  Her bicep was now harder than steel and hot to the touch, as it grew with each flex and spread Daniel’s hands apart with ease, and slightly burning his fingers.  With her confidence soaring, Jill flexed even harder, feeling her biceps powerfully bulging within his trembling hands.  “Feel them grow Daniel” she whispered, her voice so deep and commanding, yet at the same time so irresistibly hot and sexy.  “oooohhhhhhh”.

She placed her arms behind her head, took a deep breath and tensed her stomach. Her well defined 8-pack exploded outwards, the narrow channels between the segments quickly becoming deep crevasses as she flexed.

Next Jill placed her leg out in front of her. The defined muscles in her legs soon became like tree trunks when she flexed, filling them with incredible size. Each muscle suddenly seemed like a mountain by itself. As they shrank down to their relaxed size, she rose up on her toes and tensed her calf. The pleasant bulge of muscle swelled to incredible size, like someone had stuck a small balloon to her calf and shaped it with a sculptors chisel.
As her leg returned to its normal size and position, Jill got a mischievous grin on her face.

With Daniel looking on it awe, she bunched up her shoulders a bit, and spread them out, her lats flaring out like wings. The new size of her back put incredible stress on her bra, and threads started popping out in various places. Without relaxing her back, she hunched over a bit and slowly began flexing her pecs. Thanks to her position, he could see the powerful muscles coming out. Jills back still being at full flex, was too much for her sports bra, and one by one, threads began snapping until she relaxed.

[randeth]

That artwork reworking is great, love where this is going K+

[edinaus]

A few weeks had passed since Jill put on her show for Daniel show in the gym and they hadn’t spoken about it properly but it had been playing on both of their minds continuously.
Jill walked up to Daniel in the locker room one evening after school. Without thinking she reached around and hugged him from behind.

“Whoa! Ease up there Jill” Daniel said, “I don’t think you realise your own strength!”

Jill relaxed a little, “Sorry”

Her muscles were swollen after another workout and her developed body was glistening with sweat in the light. The definition of each muscle seemed to be intensified on her sweaty body.
"Look at your legs. They are insane!" Daniel said, then without even thinking he asked "Can I t-touch them? Y-your legs, I mean..."

"Ummm... sure... I guess," responded Jill. She kinda liked the attention. As Daniel put his hand on her legs they felt like warm rocks. He could feel each striation through her skin as he rubbed his hand across her thighs. He squeezed a little but they wouldn’t budge.

"Wow, your legs are awesome. I-I'm kinda jealous."

"It took a lot of hard work to get them like that."

"I can see. Your arms look bigger too. You are growing more every time I see you.” Said Daniel.

"Oh, really, do they?" Jill asked as she flexed her left bicep. Her bell shaped peak twitched as it grew to 16". Her already incredible definition was intensified by the sweat she had worked up during her workout.
The sight of Jill's glistening biceps bulging was just too much for Daniel. He lost all control of his thoughts and instinct took over as he found himself up against his well muscled friend's body locking lips with her, feeling Jill's jutting horseshoe triceps as he forced his tongue into Jill’s mouth. Jill didn't really dislike it, but she was just confused, so she pushed him away.

"What was that?!" Jill demanded of her friend, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know what came over me..." Daniel responded. "It just felt... right to me." He noticed Jill's heavy breathing and stared at her belly. Her abs were peaking with each breath.
He couldn't contain himself any more and forced himself on Jill again. This time, he went for her muscular ass. It was firm and muscled just like the rest of her. Daniel circled his hand around that round ass for a second and went under Jill’s shorts to feel it for real. This caught Jill off guard, so she flexed her butt as a reflex. It went from firm to rock solid as he got a handful of ass. This was an incredible feeling of pure muscle power for both of them.

Jill grabbed both of Daniel’s legs and was now lifting him up and pulling her as close as she could to herself. Her shoulders bulged outwards. Daniels hands went from her backside to her front. He knew that Jill's biceps would be pumped from supporting his weight right now, so he starting feeling them up and down. His hands weren't big enough to feel Jill's arms in one grasp, so he just grabbed what he could and felt a pulsing vein in her's right bicep. Jill pushed Daniel up against the lockers, still holding him in the air as she kissed him passionately. His weight was hardly a burden. Jill could easily support him.
They finally came up for air. "Wow! That just felt... right. I don't know why... But I really enjoyed that." Jill said.

"I know” said Daniel, you’re a great kisser too! I want your body..."

Hearing this made the hairs on the back of Jill’s neck stand up. "I don't know, I mean, the kiss was nice, but I don't know if I really want to experiment any further.”

"Do you even realize how strong you are? Your muscles are so big, they are pushing your veins through your skin!" Daniel added, with a bit of surprise and amazement in his voice. He started tracing a prominent vein up Jills arm with his finger. He started at her forearm and slowly went up her biceps. Up and up. When he was done, he drew closer still and started kissing Jill's biceps. Each kiss was small and tender, and made her arm twitch a bit. No one had ever kissed her arms before, so she didn't really know how to react, almost instinctively though, she flexed. Her biceps jumped up, and nearly punched Daniel in the mouth.

"Oh my God," Was all he could say. His jaw dropped at the sight of Jill's flexed arm. The vein he had been tracing was popping out even more, and he could see each individual strand of muscle. He quickly went back at it though. Her flexed arm was like a pillow and Daniel was resting his face in it, but instead of small kisses he was giving it big wet ones, almost licking her biceps. To his amazement, she kept her arms hard and pumped up for what seemed like a few minutes, as he was enjoying it. Jill was displaying some amazing muscle control. His lips made their way past her biceps, up her deltoid and towards her neck. He paused a bit and decided to stop there, even though she was clearly enjoying it. She still seemed to be a little tense, and quite frankly, he was scared of what she could do to him if she decided that they weren't quite friendly enough for second base.

Their eyes locked, and Daniel whispered to her, "You really are a one-of-a-kind girl."

Jill's eyes welled up. Suddenly, Daniel was scared he had upset her or maybe gone too far with his show of affection...

"No... I meant in a good way."

Jill replied, voice cracking, "I know. It's just that, no guys have ever treated me as nicely as you just did. After what happened today, I really needed that. You really made me feel like a girl again."
Daniel was happy. He was worried that he had gone too far, but it looks like he played it right. "Thanks. Like I said, you are a goddess and should be treated like one."

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[edinaus]

As she dressed herself in the morning, Jill realized her outfit had little chance fitting on her now. She had no luck finding anything else to wear, so she was going to have to make do with what she had.
She started with her socks. They used to come up to right around her knees. Her arms strained as she tried to pull them up that high, but her calves were simply too thick. they got about halfway up her calves before being stretched to their limit. "Oh well", she thought to herself, and got up to grab her shirt. Standing up worked her calves just a bit, and when they flexed, her socks fought to contain her pumped calves. Not surprisingly, the muscle won. Jill sighed at this, not sure if she should be amused or annoyed. Anyway, when she tried putting on her shirt, it was simply too tight.

It felt like it was choking her, so she took it off and ripped a piece of it off around the neck. She put it back on. Of course it was still tight, but it felt a little better. Finally, she grabbed her skirt and wrapped it around her hips. She really had to struggle to get it clipped on around her meaty legs and glutes. She figured if she had worked out her legs the night before, it simply would not have fit. She went over to the mirror to see how she looked.

Everything was so tight, it looked painted on. Her socks had given up and were bunched up at the base of her stout, split calves. The rest of her ripped legs had nowhere to hide. Even the bottom of her big butt was peeking out from under her Skirt. Every muscle in her stomach was poking through her shirt, which was also getting stretched out by her back and lats. This made the front of her shirt hug her perky, breasts. They weren't all that big, but since she started working out, they certainly gained some gravity-defying lift. Since she had ripped the collar off her shirt so that she could fit her neck into it, the base of her clavicle was exposed, just enough to show off some upper pec definition. Her tall traps were completely freed though. Her sleeves, which last season reached to about her elbow could now only hope to cover her capped shoulders and hug onto her upper triceps.

Taking all this in, along with her veined biceps was a marvel to behold, even for Jill, who had gotten somewhat used to seeing an Amazon goddess looking back at her in the mirror. She sucked in her stomach, stuck out her chest and struck a double biceps pose. Focused on every muscle as they fought to break free from its cloth constraints. "Wow," she said aloud, "This must be what a super hero feels like." She put her arms back down by her side and noticed that her ass was still visible. She pulled down her skirt a bit, but then that exposed a bit of her midriff.

Towards the end of the school day, Jill was on her twenty minute break between classes. Just from that one workout, she could feel the difference in her clothes. Her camisole clung even tighter to her skin, and she began to worry that the flimsy straps would snap if she inadvertently flexed her chest too hard. Her jeans were now incredibly uncomfortable to wear; they constricted her every movement and like her camisole, felt like they were on the brink of giving way to her muscular quads.

With her height, muscle tone and attractiveness, she was now physically imposing and nearly impossible to ignore. Add to that the confidence she now projected and most people tended to automatically treat her with respect. As she walked down the hallway, the air of alienation became palpable. Cheery schoolgirls chatting amongst themselves would catch gaze of Jill heading towards them and would suddenly part like the red sea, giving her a wide berth as they stared at her disgustedly. Guys now avoided eye contact and hurried their pace as they passed by her. Whispers of “Holy shit, is that Jill?” echoed behind her as she walked past people. Up till today, Jill had worn either T shirts or long sleeved sweaters to school, and everything went relatively normal that way. Today her body was on show for everybody to see.

As she walked down the corridor she heard some laughing form where some of the male athletes were sitting. She looked over at them and one of the yelled "Freak!" She tried to ignore it, but then another shout came "You look like a dude!" and an uproar of laughter. Jill tried to stay strong.

"Don't listen to them Jill. They are just jealous." Daniel said

"Maybe they're right," Jill replied, sobbing, "Maybe I am a freak..."

"No, I think you are beautiful. You know that."

Suddenly, Steve stepped forward. Steve was the school bully, bigger than most of the other guys and always looking to show his dominance over anybody who threatened him.

"Jill you freak, come here!" he yelled.

"Steve! What are you doing?" Daniel demanded.

"I'm here to settle a score with this... thing. Look, you can workout all you want and make yourself look like a freak, but I'm gonna have to rearrange your face."

"You want... to... fight me?" Jill said in disbelief. She was no stranger to aggression, but she had never really been in a fight before.

"You're right. Normally, I won't fight a woman, but you aren't a woman. You look like a man."

Jill didn’t really know what to expect. She had a lot of emotions and adrenaline running through her body, so it was a pretty strange feeling altogether.

Steve took up a boxing stance and threw a punch at Jill. Steve was planning to knock the wind out of her, then go for a knock out. His fist connected with Jill's rock hard stomach with a loud thud.

Jill was caught by surprise and took a step back. Steve was just shaking his hand. She was hardly phased by that punch, and Steve must feel like he just punch a brick wall. He was clearly in pain. "Wow, Her's abs are so fucking hard” he grunted.

Jill looked at Steve's right arm. Then she looked at her own. Steve's arm looked so skinny to hers. She looked at her own again. It was huge compared to his. His arm was thin and straight. She had muscle mass bulging out of her skin, even when she wasn't flexing. Her biceps curved from a deep cut right below her shoulder to a pit in her elbow. Her triceps were like fat horseshoes, forged from steel. Daniel could see it in her eyes. Jill just realized how much damage she could do with those guns.

Jill let loose with a wild haymaker. Steve tried to get out of the way, and nearly did, but even just a portion of this blow to the body left him on the ground, gasping for air. Jill’s wild swing ripped her skin tight shirt a bit.

She did a most muscular pose. Her rapidly expanding back ripped the shirt a little more as veins petruded from her body, engulfing her powerful muscles and feeding them with the energy they needed. She screamed loudly as she flexed her body to its extreme. All of the anger she had developed from all of the looks and comments had finally hit her and she boiled over.

She lowered her arms and clasped her hands together in front of her. She threw her head back, rolled her muscle capped shoulders forward and crab flexed. The bra never had a chance. The strong material was instantly strained to near breaking when Jill’s traps rose from her shoulders like islands rising from the sea. Her pecs separated and striated like fans before busting out from her chest. Her breasts rose high on her ribcage. Jill growled like an animal as she exerted her raw power in anger.

She smiled a tiny smile. Her chest literally rippled with muscle and striations, with one thick crease across each pec, and smaller wrinkles stretching from the deep, craggy groove down her sternum. Veins like worms pulsed across her chest. Below her tight shirt, the thick wedges of her abdomin rippled, striated and feathered with cables of muscle. Bulging blue veins twisted and pulsed down those, too, snaking down into her crotch, pumping blood into the hidden mound beneath her lycra briefs. Her legs stood in bulging relief, huge calves jutting like diamonds, and quads protruding inches out beyond her knee caps. And all along those massive legs snaked blue, ropey veins, surging into her crotch from below.

Veiny, vascular pythons of muscle exploded from her arms. Her lats tore through her shirt as her back expanded by inches. The buttons popped off the front of her shirt, starting from her grotesquely huge neck and quickly down her huge, striated chest, and then even around her distented stomach. She hulked out from her shirt and tore the tattered remains from her torso, leaving her upper body exposed save for a thin, black, lycra sports bra.

Jill walked toward Steve, swaggering with each step. As she stood over him in just her sports bra. She was breathing heavy, puffing out her chest with each breath. There was a dull red mark on her abs, marking where Steve's punch landed. Daniel watched in awe. His friend's muscles, unencumbered by the shirt, looked just a little bit bigger. Steve watched in horror. He picked this fight, and was now at the mercy of Jill’s muscular frame.

Jill towered over him, her ball like lats bulged at each side, widening her frame as she flexed. She flexed her lats wide again, which flared out under her armpits like the head of a cobra. She also flexed her abs, which had now become an 8 pack of thick, defined muscle, surrounded by more muscle through her sides and up into her pecs. As she flexed her ripped abs, veins snaked their way across the ridges and deep grooves of her muscle and down into her pants; a sign of her amazing strength and power.

She was now putting on show as a warning for everyone. Jill wanted to scare them, she wanted them to respect her for what she had become. She slowly curled her massive arms up and down like she was curling two 50 pound dumbbells and her biceps formed big balls of hard muscle at the top of each contraction with her veins pushing to escape her skin. Steve was terrified as he watched Jill's muscles flex and bulge over him. There was an audible gasp at her awesome display of muscle and power as the crowd saw her body, big and shredded, with veins crisscrossing all over her in anger.

She tightened her flex. Her hands lost color as she poured on the power. The ridges and landscapes of her arms were otherworldly. Her size was massive and she radiated power like a nuclear reactor, and she wasn’t finished. She started rapidly flexing and relaxing and flexing again. She made pants of effort from her now as he pushed her muscles. She flexed them harder each time, forcing them to get bigger to get stronger. She had pushed her body to the limits of what a woman like her could do.

 “This is pure fucking muscle. I’m stronger and more powerful than anybody else in this school so don’t fuck with me you piece of shit”, Jill challenged. “I will destroy any of you”.

“And that goes for everybody else here too. I could destroy any of you without even trying. I am bigger and stronger than any of you. Look at this fucking bicep.” Jill shouted as a mound of muscle rose up from her flexing arm.

Her biceps grew like a balloon. Her peak blossomed in a completely shredded mass of pulsing vein bursting muscle. Her skin reddened as blood rushed to her ever expanding muscle. She was flexing so hard that her other muscles couldn’t help but flex too. Jill’s pecs tightened then bulge. A grunt escaped her lips, and her fists tightened. Her hands shook and her entire upper body grew. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she released her flex only to curl her arms again pumping more blood and muscle into her growth. Muscles popped and bulged all over Jill’s body. Veins and arteries throbbed on her neck. Her pecs were now gaining size just like her arms. She couldn’t help it. This pump was too monumental to isolate.

She scowled and her eyes burned like volcanoes had erupted behind her glinting blue irises. She tucked her neck back. Her eyelids fluttered, and a scream like she’d reached the bottom of her soul roared out of Jill’s mouth. She panted like a she-wolf after a hunt. Her massive pumped up muscles were even more than she had ever dreamed possible.

She looked down at Steve’s neck and thought about how skinny it looked compared to her tree trunk-like legs. She got down, wrapped her legs around it and flexed. Steve felt like a vice was clamping down on him as Jill's striated legs pumped the air out of his lungs. He was tapping her leg: a signal to stop. As he touched her leg, he could feel how hard and defined it was. She wasn't stopping though. Daniel came to break it up. "Don't hurt him!" He said.

Jill complied. Daniel tried to help Steve up to his feet, but he seemed to be out of it. He couldn't even stand up on his own power. "This ain't over, Jill." He mumbled as he staggered away.

She needed to get out of this claustrophobic corridor and get some air. Her pace quickened as she neared the double doors that led outside. There was a group of students standing in front of it. Their conversation died down and all eyes turned to her as she neared them. “’Scuse me,” she said quietly as they cleared the way for her. The double doors swung upon with incredible force and slammed loudly against the wall from the force of Jill’s newfound strength.

Jill breathed a sigh of relief as cool air greeted her outside. She glanced back at the group she walked past, who were still staring at her until the doors slowly swung back closed.

“Assholes,” she muttered.

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After her escape from the school hallway, Jill sat on a bench, thinking about what had just happened. Was she a freak?

Sure she had more muscle than anybody else in school, but she still thought she was feminine. Who defines these things anyway? She stared down at her body, deep in thought about what it meant to be a young woman. That was when she realized that there was someone sitting a few feet away next to her.

“Nice to see you here,” said Alex, smoking a cigarette. How the hell did that sneaky bitch sit next to her without her noticing?

Jill swallowed her salad and did a fake smile, “Nice to see you here too.”

Alex blew out a puff of smoke and then caught herself, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this bothering you?” she asked, pointing at her cigarette, “I mean the wind’s blowing the smoke the other way, so I didn’t think-“
“No it’s okay. No harm done, right?” Jill said. They both laughed. Looking at Alex, Jill couldn’t help but notice how…how *slim* she was. She looked practically anorexic. More confusingly, Alex didn’t seem at all fazed by Jill’s appearance.

“So how’s your day going?” said Alex, taking a drag from her cigarette.

“Oh, you know, just boring-ass school and stuff, and working out at the gym here,” said Jill, seeing if that would finally get Alex to take notice. Although her frame was immense at rest, she resisted the urge to flex her muscles for Alex the way she did to her friends. A gust of wind blew in and Alex smiled as the cool air provided temporary reprieve from the sun. She finally turned to look at Jill.

“I can tell,” She said nonchalantly, “I thought the school gym was only for the sports people?”

Jill gave her a mischievous smile, “I have my contacts on the inside.” They both burst out laughing.

“Yeah I’ve been working out a lot too,” said Alex.

Pfft, Jill thought. Working out a lot? You look like a stick! No bitch, *this* is working out a lot. Doing her best to be discreet about, Jill tensed her body without actually moving, casing her muscles to bulge out a little and her biceps to pop underneath her big, melon-like shoulders, striated with hard, twitching fibers.

 You see that, bitch? See that? *That’s* working out, she thought to herself.

“Yeah. Well you know, I do a little weights here and there, nothing too heavy. It’s mostly cardio and stretching. I think it’s working out well.” Said Alex.

Then Jill thought “fuck it” and brought her left arm up to create a thick, solid, massive rear bicep right in Alex’s face. She flexed hard for a second and watched as her split peaks bulged, enjoying the look of shock and fear in Alex’s eyes. The level of muscle and vascularity she previously could only achieve after a gym workout, was now there at all times for everybody to see. She flexed her triceps, which forced the fabric of her clothes to stretch even more.

“Actually” Jill said as she flexed her bicep into a thick muscle which looked like it was etched in granite, “THIS is working out”

“Holy fuck Jill”, she said, I could see that you are big but I never thought you were THAT big”, that is incredible”.

 “Is that why I haven’t seen you at Genesis lately?” Alex continued, “More convenient to work out on campus?”

“You could say that,” Jill said.

 “Say,” Alex said, putting out her cigarette and tossing it into the trash can nearby, “I’m totally sorry if this is too personal, but are you and Daniel a thing now?”

What the fuck?! What does she know about Linton? She’s an outsider. The new kid on the block. And she’s talking like she’s been palling around with Jill and the rest of the crew for years.
“Daniel? You know him?” said Jill, furrowing her brow.

“Oh just a little personally but mostly be reputation. He’s in one of my classes. But like I just have this weird ability to notice these things. I’m sorry if that was too awkward.”

Jill was speechless for a moment. Yes, it was a totally inappropriate question you bitch. But Alex just exuded humility and friendliness with every word that came out of her mouth, even if Jill knew that there was something more nefarious behind all of that. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t drop her guard by coming off as embarrassed about it.

“No it’s okay” she said, giggling, “I’ll just have to plead the fifth on that one.”

They both shared a knowing laugh. “Speak of the devil,” Alex said, looking in the distance. Jill followed her gaze and saw Linton and Tara walking out of the double doors in the distance.

The bell sounded, signaling everyone to start heading to their next class.  Alex grabbed her bag and stood up, “Catch you later!”

Alex walked off, and disappeared around the corner, leaving a stunned Jill alone. She could not believe what she just heard.

The nerve. The arrogance. Alex had fired off the first shot in a war that Jill knew was brewing from the instant she saw her. She wanted to throttle that bitch, but she was gone now. There will be a next time. Jill picked up the salad box with both hands, stared at it for a few seconds, then crushed it into a tiny plastic ball in a few seconds and threw it into the grass.

She grabbed her bag, readjusted her clothes, and headed to class.

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I photoshopped an earlier image