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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #75 on: November 27, 2016, 02:23:40 pm »
Now that's how you write a fucking story Mr. Poddingsworth. Show the rest of these clowns what time it is.

That poor girl just can't catch a break, can she? All the good men are either gay, married, or deep cover agents for a super-secret, shadowy consortium bent on cornering the super-steroid market with their cabal of unwitting guinea pigs.

Sucks that we're going to have to wait again, but it's definitely worth it. You're a pinpoint of light shining in the darkness of this section of the forum.
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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #75 on: November 27, 2016, 02:23:40 pm »

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #76 on: November 28, 2016, 06:52:41 am »
I'm not sure it could be said much more eloquently than NinjaStar, but man am I glad for another chapter

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #77 on: November 28, 2016, 09:46:12 pm »
Thank you for continuing this.

Your approach to telling this story is one that is always welcome to see.  How can a story compete with images and videos?  Write it like this one and focus on including what is absent from an image.  The bedroom action is done superbly.  You're pushing buttons for all five senses, and leaving all sort of neat details like the impression left over in the mattress of Natalie.  Natalie's internal perspective when read carefully reminds us of how very young and trusting she still is. The dialogue sounds authentic, like two people really talking under these circumstances.  I've lost count of stories that I would have otherwise thought were five stars, but then a growing woman would spout off a page worth of muscle speechifying that doesn't really pass the read out loud test.  We have the best of both worlds with this story: substance and style.

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #78 on: November 28, 2016, 11:17:19 pm »
Really can't tell you how well written this story is, and can't wait for more! The path you are following is amazing, these last two chapters are worthy of a Sports Center Top 10! Thank you

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #79 on: November 29, 2016, 05:29:36 am »
What a great story and so much room for more.

Please continue

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #80 on: November 29, 2016, 03:26:25 pm »
That was amazing! I really love the way this story grows organically (unlike the protagonists).
Please continue!
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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #81 on: December 01, 2016, 08:44:10 am »
that was a awesome chapter. can not wait for more. this story is intense and well done take all the time you need to move on with it.

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #82 on: December 02, 2016, 02:05:34 am »
Thank you all for the kind words :)

I really do slave over dialogue, and Natalie's self-described growth parts went through a million changes, but I'm really happy with how they turned out.

The story is also picking up some pace now, which means a few new characters are also on the horizon!

As usual, I can't give any ETAs on a new chapter, but I'm always grateful that when I come back so many of you turn out to comment and support this story.

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #83 on: March 02, 2017, 09:44:44 am »
Natalie and the Pumpsuit - Chapter 16 - Part 1

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Earlier that night...

Rachel couldn't hear herself cursing and yelling as she ran. Rachel's breaths puffed out into the night and back past the string of tears on her cheek. As she stamped on the pavement at full speed, her mind was still in the cellar with Natalie and her mother.

"Yeah?" she spat. "Well maybe PumpLabs chose wrong! Maybe they should've picked me? Maybe they should have picked someone who really knows what this thing can do! - I guess they never told you about me, did they?" she panted through her list of put-downs.

All the things she could have said. She delivered every unassailable come-back over and over, each riposte that would have left them stammering. All so she could brand that white-hot revelation into them: that the suit was better with her. She perfected her fantasy again and again - through the park, the side-alleys and the empty streets until she spotted the YWCA ahead.

She stopped at the corner of the building and looked over her shoulder, half-expecting Natalie, still in her figure-hugging dress, to be sprinting down the street after her. The coast was clear. Rachel finally wiped her cheeks and gathered her breaths. She only then noticed her bare legs.

Her pale skin fizzled with goosebumps. She'd scampered away without thinking to pick up her shorts, or even her hoodie. She wrapped arms across her chest to cover her nipples poking through the skin-tight pumpsuit. She felt a glimmer of relief as she looked up and down the empty roads, not that she would have noticed anyone else in her furious daze.

Rachel crossed the street and approached the front door when a muffled giggle took her attention. Rachel back-pedaled and peered through a harshly-lit window into the common area. Her stomach knotted. They weren't usually up this late. So much for her plan to anonymously glide back to her room.

Rachel shook tenderly, though at first she couldn't tell if it was from the cold, her nerves, or something else tingling in her thighs.

Suddenly, a wonderful aching gripped her legs. She gasped and readied herself against the wall as the sensation quickly smothered her thighs. A delicious grope squeezed her quads and a carnal sigh burst from her lips. Rachel slapped her palm over her shaking lips. Her lean quads flexed to full attention. Her jaw clenched as the power thumped harder and harder. She waited for them - wanted them - to creak outwards. She closed her eyes. Already Rachel couldn't care about the anyone inside or outside.

Her knees started to quake and her crotch began to jerk. Rachel grunted and flexed, impatiently goading her body towards the orgasmic eruption she now craved. But as she whimpered with her muscles twitching and trembling in their wiry formation, the sensation started to weaken. Rachel squeezed the muscles in her legs as hard as she could, but after a few more seconds, the aching warmth petered out into nothing.

Rachel cursed at the anti-climax. She snorted furiously and glared at her unripened legs. Her defined leg muscles remained at attention and obediently woven together. They had filled up with a delicious pump and veins had slithered up her thighs to feed them, but the surge of growth hadn't come. Her muscles were wrapped tight, chiseled and taut, but still couldn't re-draw the outline with the long, bulging curves of a bodybuilder. Likewise her calves were still tight-looking medallions, but were no bigger. "Out of juice already?" she muttered. "More pre-workout..." she impatiently started towards the entrance and opened through the door with an inconspicuous 'thunk'.

The room fell silent. Rachel walked past the lobby and into full view of a waiting audience of girls. Rachel kept her eyes straight ahead and on the corridor towards her room. The few metres between her and the safety of her dorm felt like a desert plain.

"Alright, Einstein?" a voice asked. Rachel's palms were already slippery. She glanced up at the frizzy-hair girl in the middle of the gaggle of slouching girls, all with beers or bottles in their hands.

"Hey Stephanie." Rachel muttered back, refusing to break stride.

"What the fuck is she wearing?" she heard an unsubtle whisper.

"I quite like it." Stephanie remarked. Rachel couldn't stop herself giving a curious glance at Stephanie's smirking face. "Actually...." The cushions creaked as Stephanie leaned forward. "You're quite fit, Einstein." Rachel could feel her leering eyes running over her scantily clad body. "Is that a six-pack? And look at that arse." She cooed with a sip of her beer. Then she sighed, and reclined, "Shame you're straight."

"Thanks..." Rachel squeaked almost silently. The pack of girls sucked down a collective breath. One covered her mouth and trembled behind her hand, looking like she was about to split at the seams with laughter.

"She's so weird." "Does she think she's from the future?" "I heard that's what they give the freaks at the asylum - so you can catch them if they escape." "Oh shit, should we call the police?!" they finally erupted.

Rachel squeezed her bubbling eyes as she slammed her door on the cackles behind her. 

She wished the suit could listen. That her muscles could suck on the patches at her will, and gulp down an uncontrollable dose that would pump her from calf to neck. So she could show them, with a choking clinch, the chemicals ripen her physique up to herculean size. Just to see their faces as her narrow figure expanded in every direction. As thick, rippling layers of muscles pushed against the stretchy pumpsuit. To show them the indescribable power lurking just under her skin - power only she could handle - power they would never lay a finger on. Then she could throw them through the windows one by one.

She flexed her newly formed muscles and felt the sleeves around her thighs and arms tighten. She ran her hands over her taut thighs and plucked at the spandex ripples near her crotch. She savoured the gentle hum of raw energy still running through her. It felt like the only thing keeping her upright after the day's events. At first she couldn't escape it's constricting air-tight clinch. But now it's grip seemed firm and caring. She'd changed so much in just the last 24 hours. And now she'd somehow been left alone with it - again. Only this time she certainly had no intentions of giving it back - to anyone who came for it. Merely the idea of taking it off and letting it's empowering embrace slip away made her anxious.

The twisting agony of the evening faded as she bathed in the stillness of her room. She looked down at her shallow abs printed against the spandex and stepped in front of the mirror, remembering Stephanie's remarks.

She gasped at the figure model muscles bristling under her milky skin. She drew back her elbow and watched her shoulders ball up into tight, rounded spheres. Then she ogled the thin sheets of muscles splayed across her chest like an open book. Her newly flared lats and back made her waist look slimmer, already carving an enviable hour glass in her waist. Her legs were tight and sinewy, she toyed with the new shapes each angle drew along her thighs - chunky from the side, but shredded and tightly-woven head-on. She spied long cables of hamstrings down the backs of her thighs. She locked her quads and flexed her arms in a contest pose. Rachel watched little tennis ball biceps leap upwards and grinned at the deepening crater forming in her armpits. A notable horseshoe pushed out of her arm as she straightened it, accompanied by a long finger of tricep running down to her elbow. She relished the ache of her muscles with every squeeze. She'd never felt such control over each body part before. She marveled at the little jerks against her bones as she clenched her muscles as hard and fast as she could. It only made her imagine the animal strength in a fully-loaded, bodybuilder physique.

She felt giddier and giddier with each pose. She'd seen muscles in magazines, videos, on Natalie. But muscles on her, that was the most awe-inducing thing she'd ever seen. It was exhilarating seeing her own features on top of a body that had never held - and was probably never meant to hold - such muscle. Her body had had months and months of muscle furiously pumped into it in just the last 48 hours. She pictured her muscles grinning with delight, delirious and willingly helpless to the glorious venom. Such an all-conquering, over-powering, careless chemical made her heart flutter with fear and ecstasy. And she was alone with it, finally. Her wildest fantasy was tantalisingly infused with her body. Just her, and her science. Her anxiety finally dulled.

Rachel's phone pinged on her bed. It was Natalie's latest Insta**** snap. Rachel tapped it open with her thumb.

It looked like she was in the back seat of a car, although the silky green dress clinging to her body was unmistakable.

"Freak in the gym - beauty in the streets."

Rachel snorted and rolled her eyes. Was this really the same girl? The same girl who, just an hour ago, was crying - terrified of the drugs that had given her the sensational physique she was now flaunting to the world? She'd crawled back inside her gilded cage. Rachel looked through the fawning comments. It was a bad joke on the rest of the world, Rachel thought. How could someone with such a ludicrous advantage be an inspiration to anyone? The whole manicured profile looked so ridiculous. A beacon of conceited vanity.

"Of all the girls..." Rachel huffed, "PumpLabs chose her? Self-obsessed, irrational, gullible, naive - was that the point of it all?" Rachel pinched her lip pensively.

Envy gnawed her stomach. What she could have done with seemingly endless supply of venom and fresh suits every month. And what about the girls who really wanted to transform? The girls who needed to escape - their failing bodies, their abusers, their lives. Rachel looked around the cracked walls of her room. Another burst of catty laughter echoed from down the hallway. Rachel sighed. Weren't there a million more deserving people out there?

Rachel stewed, but she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the picture on her phone.

Natalie barely fit inside the screen. Her dress straps looked like dental floss over her traps as they curved from behind her neck to her sumptuously swollen shoulders. Rachel's mind caved to imagining the true limits of her hunky delts as they slipped out of frame. The shadowy ceiling-light filled the deep crevice between her feathered pecs, whilst thickening the veins that forked across her shapely biceps. Rachel's eyes ran down her waist as it sloped into an impossibly narrow kink that disappeared from view. Her twisted torso made her brick-sized abs punch out against the straining fabric.

Rachel caught her hand sliding around her crotch. She ignored the rawness of her bottom lip while her eyes wandered Natalie's body. 

Each deliciously ripe-looking muscle seemed desperate to be seen. Her skin must have felt so taut - the way every sinew pressed outwards, but the subtle gloss running over body boasted her untameable youth. Her glistening pink lips hung just apart in an endless sigh, while her sultry eyes glinted diamond blue. Along with her girly blonde bob, Natalie still looked so delicate and feminine. 'Didn't she already have everything?' Rachel simmered. 

Rachel sighed at the thought of how much venom Natalie's muscles must have already consumed. How she must have grown and re-grown so far beyond her modest expectations. She pictured Natalie gasping as her pumpsuit slowly, sensually defied what she thought possible of her own body - her hungry young body lapping it all up - her entranced muscles pouring out of every sleeve. All the shock and awe she'd already gotten to enjoy as she gladly let PumpLabs pump her bigger.

A balloon started inflating in her chest. Rachel yearned for that orgasmic ache to flood her muscles. She wanted that irresistible power to choke her and squeeze her bones. To feel her arms and legs filling, refusing to stop, and hear nothing but her own thumping heartbeat and the pumpsuit creaking around her expanding body.

A re-kindled fire crackled inside her belly. She took one more look at the picture in her hand. Natalie was the target, - no, the minimum target, Rachel grinned. "Just 2 weeks." she whispered. "2 weeks to beat that."

If PumpLabs were really treating Natalie as a guinea pig, wouldn't they be happy to double their results?

If juicing yourself full of chemicals with eye-watering potency was the name of the game, then who better than someone with nothing to lose? No profile, no selfies, no mess; she'd been off the grid as long as she could remember.

"And why would they care about Natalie when I blow her away on stage?" Rachel muttered aloud.

She locked her bedroom door. She tossed her phone onto her bed and looked over at her desk. She looked over the array of equipment already assembled. A pair of microscopes, a pile of beakers, probes, pipettes and petri dishes, with her laptop planted in the middle. She grinned gleefully. She resolved not to leave the room until she'd unlocked the secret to the indescribable venom and juiced herself up to a hundred kilos of stuffed, hulking female muscle.

She marched up to her laptop and clicked open a new window. "Henfield Amateur Female Bodybuilding." she typed. The search revealed nothing. Rachel frowned. "Alright, Henfield Professional Female Bodybuilding." Again, the results came up empty. She started trawling through the information on screen. But the UKBFF weren't holding any competitions for months, nor were NABBA. Her eyes stung as she impatiently scanned every line of text in the first two pages of results. Confounded, Rachel slumped back in her chair, nibbling at her thumb. What contest was Natalie bragging about? She conceded with an unperturbed huff and turned her attention the experiments beside her.

A thin sensor sat inside test tube filled with cloudy yellow liquid, with a wire running back into her laptop. Closer to the window at the end of the desk sat a large microscope and a small square of fabric sitting in a petri dish.

Rachel swapped windows. 23%. "It's been running all night..." she huffed, before taking off her glasses to peer closer at the mini-sample pump-patch under the lens. Her laptop poured out heat as it whirred at full speed. Rachel felt the sticky hot plastic on her wrists as she switched to another window. A pixelated, crude-looking image floated in the centre of the screen. After 30 seconds, another pixel clicked into place, causing the screen to refresh at an agonising crawl. Rachel squinted at the tangle of tiny squares. It was skittish and spiky, though currently still too amorphous for her to decipher. It was hardly surprising, she thought. She imagined the unruly chemical crackling inside her muscles. It seemed rather fitting.

Her phone beeped - it had finally been an hour since her last growth spurt. Rachel quickly peeled off the pumpsuit and dashed into the bathroom.

She grabbed an empty beaker from her desk and duly filled it up. She poured the contents into a small filtration tank beside her desk.

After she washed her hands, she took off her glasses and peered back at the tiny pump-patch under the microscope. Through the view finder, Rachel spied a single, electric-looking purple strain wriggled through the liquid. The strain kicked and bucked with a feverish energy, refusing to stay still.

Rachel rubbed her chin and turned to a plastic container under her bed. She walked over and lowered herself to the floor. From inside the dusty box, she pulled out a dossier and blew the years of neglect off. It was thick. Stuffed with papers, but lighter thanks to her new body. Rachel unhooked the elastic and walked her fingers along the tops of the documents.

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Re: Natalie and the PumpSuit (FMG)
« Reply #84 on: March 02, 2017, 09:46:19 am »
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She brushed over the certificates, the awards, the unconditional offers, and the scholarships. Then past her bachelors' degree, then her masters. They were dog-eared and hastily stuffed into a folder she'd been trying to forget. As she plucked one paper out, another hooked on it's crooked edge and fell to the floor. Rachel looked down, then with a sigh, picked it up.

"Dear Miss Turner,

This letter is to update you on the final resolution of the disciplinary matter brought against you by the Henfield University Bio-Medical Faculty." Rachel skipped ahead.

"Upon this reconsideration, the campus has decided to uphold your permanent expulsion from Henfield university and all of it's subsequent departments and facilities. Our findings regarding your severe violation of Henfield's ethical human and animal testing regulations remain unchanged." 

"We wish you all the best in the rest of your academic career."

Regretfully,

Dr. Keith Manning
Principal of Henfield University."

Rachel nails glowed white. She angrily stuffed it back in the dossier. She returned to the page she'd been looking for and returned to her desk. She raised the paper alongside the knotted tangle of dots on her monitor. She drew her head back and squinted.

The picture on screen wasn't much beyond a spaghetti-string of venom. Nonetheless, at 24% it was already thicker looking than the image in Rachel's hand. As the screen refreshed and another microscopic layer was added to the evolving, rotating fibre in front of her, Rachel's eyes darted back and forth between the two images, scouring for a pattern. With an unconvinced sigh, Rachel looked at the clock. "I can do this." she muttered to herself, running his fingers through her long hair. "More time..." she mumbled.

It was past 11 now, and Rachel couldn't remember the last time she ate. Hunger immediately grumbled in her stomach. It seemed hardly fair to her newly grown physique. She grabbed a tub of mass gainer from the top of her fridge and mixed up a high calorie shake.

26% and a thousand calories later, Rachel turned her attention back to her filter. The two-tiered contraption was dark and lager-coloured on top, but clear on the bottom. Rachel checked her clock for when she'd added her last bathroom beaker. She was satisfied, and clicked the device off before pulling it into the centre of the room.

She unlatched the top and cringed as she reached in and untwisted the filter element. Inside the filter, a viscous, translucent goo had pooled on top of the filters. Rachel eye's lit up. She pinched one of the blobs with a pipette and delicately stepped over to the pump-patch. She added the trembling teardrop and quickly looked into the microscope.

The magnified see-through blob slid into the purple strand. It jerked and kinked suddenly. Then it began to writhe uncontrollably. An instant later, it burst like lightning in different directions. It spawned splitting purple branches that grew in desperate pulses. Rachel didn't know where to look. In seconds, the entire dish had been consumed. Rachel gasped with delight.

The patch blossomed into a hive of activity. It squirmed with weaves of dark twigs, thickening and over-lapping as their uncontrollable growth continued. They looked feverish as they rubbed and jostled for space.

"Oh my - wow." Rachel cooed as she watched the chemicals mutate deliriously. Her heart began to flutter again. She couldn't take her eyes away from the tiny supernova. "So it needs the pre-workout to activate - stimulate the chemicals being fed into me by the pump-patches.."

Her laptop's fan began to wail desperately. The loading bar ticked to 27%. Heat spewed from it's vents as it tried to process the surge of new data. Then it blinked to black. The laptops fan sighed, dead.

Rachel exhaled in awe. "Just one tiny extract - filtered extract." she squealed quietly to herself. "There must have been a fraction in the pre-workout shake. How diluted was it?" She looked at the little puddle of goo beside her. At least a tablespoon of it glinted in the harsh fluorescent lamps beaming down on her desk. Once again she felt that aching balloon swelling in her chest and her eyes widened.

She envisioned the spasm, the panic ripping through her body. Her muscles being swallowed by a pounding, relentless surge of growth - ready or not. The pressure building inside her torso - the tightness of her skin as the feral steroids bulged her bigger, fuller. She lusted to let it gorge and spread through her physique.

She wanted to feel its perverted tug as it burst inside her shoulders - ripening them into thick pumpkins until their striations rippled beside her ears. She wanted to plant her little fists in her hips and let it stretch her back wider than the mirror on her wall. She wanted to watch her quads push outwards, terrified as they were force-fed, inflating past the width of her waist as the venom pushed the deepest, shyest sinews into view.

She wiped the sweat from her top lip as she grabbed the suit and a syringe.

"Test one. Ready for calibration." Rachel took one last look at herself on her recording phone. With a determined nod she carefully propped the phone against her imploded laptop. She'd tied her hair up in a bun, for maximum visibility. She wanted to see it from every angle. She looked over her shoulder at her bare backside and narrow V-shaped back on the screen. But she was already beginning to dislike the supple-looking figure she cut on video. Then she plucked her suit from the bed and sucked down an ragged breath. The idea that the girl on screen was about to transform filled her with impatient anxiety.

Her hands trembled as she pulled the suit over her sinewy thighs and felt it nuzzle into her crotch. Then her tall stack of abs disappeared under the stretchy spandex.

Rachel hissed as she felt the prickles of the pump patches against her skin like a cold mirror. She glanced at the camera and licked her lips as she pushed her shoulders through the shortened sleeves. The pinching spandex made the veins in her biceps swell. Her nipples immediately pressed through the suit. The pumpsuit quickly warmed around her. It's firm and supportive embrace returned around her thighs and her chest. She relished the way it clung to her curves. She was ready to be primed.

Looking at the loaded syringe - it's power looked so innocuous, almost invisible, yet what they could do to her was beyond description. The hope that as soon as a drop of the pre-workout would brush against just a single patch, there would be no stopping it. It was so dangerous, so insane, so reckless that she could supercharge her body like this. For a rational mind like hers, the feral power it held was intoxicating. She couldn't wait to inject herself - to endure those orgasmic transformations. The next level of muscularity sat in her clammy palm. She couldn't wait another second.

The slid the needle into her backside.

"Ok, here we go." she whispered. Her heart was stamping like a piston. There was no doubt the chemicals were already squirting through her veins at speed. 

She gasped with delight as she felt the first curious prick of a pump-patch in her backside. Then, like spots of rain before a downpour, her toes gripped the carpet as the suit began plucking at her body all over. Before her next breath, the pinches became long, hard gropes. Her posture straightened as the individual muscles in her back creaked with tension. Rachel purred. She clenched her fists and admired the vascularity of her throbbing forearm. "Oh god - muscles starting to feel tight - I can feel the - "

Rachel's ears popped. A violent thump shook her spine. Her eyes bulged in choking bursts of energy, as all her muscles clamped violently at once. "Hnnnnnggggggrrrrr!" she choked through her thumping neck. Her muscles began pounding with a tireless, sensual rhythm.

The orgasmic pulses were vicious. Her muscles filled with a skin-stretching pump. Her abs bit into the filmy spandex around her bellybutton. Branch-like veins trickled down her thumping biceps. Her clenching back muscles yanked her shoulders and made her breaths short and desperate. Both her biceps coiled to their tennis ball maximum. Rachel sank her teeth into her lip at the sensation of being so forcefully pumped up.

Rachel let out a ragged whimper as veins reached her shoulders and her delts ripened to their full width. She closed her eyes and listened to the desperate spandex creaking around her pounding body. Her torso shuddered while her lats slowly stretched down her lower back. Rachel's chin dove into her neck with a whimper as her chest tightened. A bead of sweat ran down the narrow crevice between her flexed pecs. Her nipples trembled on her twitching breasts.

Her narrow hips jerked as the chemicals burst inside her legs. Her glutes squeezed together and her thighs swelled to blood-thumping attention in their chiseled weave. Rachel gurgled as the spandex slid higher up her quaking thighs.

She'd been filled out to post-gym pump size in moments. Her spasming muscles continued to clench and flex every single sinew around each patch, careless of the fiery pain burning inside her physique. Rachel sucked air forcefully through her teeth as she tried to recover from the incredible pleasure pulsing inside her - begging for the vicious pumping to subside.

"Holy shit!" she gasped at last.

The entire burst was an overwhelming thump of power injection. Every sinew of every muscle in her body bristled at its latest maximum.

Her whole body ached with a glorious exquisite tightness.

With her heartbeat slowing, she finally dared to move her arms. Rachel swooned. Her biceps felt so tight with blood she thought they would burst. Veins humming egg-shell green ran down her arms and legs. The humming tightness in her pecs and quads was too good to resist a flex.

"Mmmm yes. This - this is how you guinea pig." she stammered at the camera. She already couldn't wait to play the video back, and it was only going to get better.   

Rachel looked at herself on the screen. She reminded herself of the subtle morphs she'd seen on models and fitness athletes. Her arms and thighs were full and thick; the striations and detail had been smothered by skin-splitting thumps of blood, but her waist remained slender and curved. With her hair tied back, her pumped-up body looked even bigger. Veins struck up around her neck, and one slithered down her forehead. She couldn't care less.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Rachel scooped and pulled hardbacks out from under her bed. She swiped hard, chunky textbooks with erudite titles, until a large pile had gathered next to several empty backpacks. On her knees, she started stuffing them inside, as many she could until sharp corners jutted out and the zips would barely close. She loaded up a larger duffel bag with the widest, heaviest books. Her fingers stung as she tugged at the zip to close it.

She stood up with a satisfied sigh and looked down at her makeshift weights. Two dense backpacks served as dumbbells, while the duffel bag was an improvised barbell. With the modifications she'd made to the suit clearly working - compound movements would stimulate more muscles groups and more of the patches at once, she thought. No muscle was safe in her giddy little body as she rubbed her hands together and snatched the backpacks.

Hooking her thumbs through the small top straps, she planted her feet shoulder-width apart and heaved her wrists up onto her shoulders. The weight surprised her, and a little snort of surprise hissed through her nose. She swayed, but kept her stance. She pressed upwards towards the ceiling. The bags knocked against her elbows and she grimaced at the jabs.

Slowly, she lowered them. Her shoulders hummed pleasantly. Rachel enjoyed the resistance - notable but not overwhelming, yet. Rachel lifted the bags up again, as slowly as she could, feeling her shoulders tense and the spandex tighten around her neck. She pressed her way to a dozen. Her muscles burned keenly. She admired the tall mounds in her shoulders as they curved towards her neck. Tapping the stop-watch on her phone, she shuffled restlessly as it ticked down from 30 seconds. She started another set.

The pre-workout spike crackled inside her with bottomless energy. Redoubled power kept pulsing inside her, even as her elbows quaked at the bottom of each rep, her muscles glowed with addictive strength. Her delts throbbed hungrily after the second set. Rachel drew her shoulder back and watched it swell into a little cannonball. It had started to stretch away from her joint, filling out and accommodating it's new size. Her whole body felt like a coiled spring, ready to burst outwards with electric force. The energy pushed her through her third set of shoulder presses. Now her shoulders really felt full and hot and tight.

30 seconds of flexing later, Rachel grabbed the duffel bag. The warm-up was over.

Wrapping the long straps around her wrists, she grunted as she lifted the large bag off the ground. She staggered slightly - at least four years of schoolbooks hung in her grasp. She sucked down a breath. With a forceful jerk, she hauled the bag up onto her chest. She drew her feet inline and bent her knees. She sucked another breath, and pushed the bag above her head. Her elbows shuddered as they tried to lock - Rachel didn't let them.

Trembling, she lowered the bulging bag back to her chest. Rachel grunted and pushed up again. Her shoulders shook and her knees rattled under the 2nd, 3rd, then 4th rep. Trembling in silent strain, she pushed for a 5th. Her spine wobbled like a skyscraper in a earthquake. She unleashed a short bark as her arms finally straightened, and she shakily lowered the bag to the floor.

Her heart stamped. Her arms felt numb and weightless. "Fuck yeah" she growled. A sumptuous pump oozed into her shoulders. The flexing was irresistible. Only the chirping stopwatch pulled her eyes away from her reflection once again.

The story lives, and part 2 isn't too far away either! It's 2013 all over again! Hope y'all enjoy

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  What an unbelieveable addition to your story, who is going to win, science or hard work? Can't wait for more, BRAVO

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Natalie and the Pumpsuit - Chapter 16 Pt.2

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"Okay - squats." Rachel declared. With some frantic rearranging, the bulky duffel bag was bursting at the zips with other 4 or 5 anvil-like volumes. She yanked on the strap as hard as she could. The drooping thing barely rose from the floor. She cursed, nervously checking her stopwatch. With a snap of her fingers, she threw herself to the floor. She slid under the strap and gently lowered herself on top of the duffel bag.

She winced at the unfriendly prods in her spine. She pulled the strap tight between her breasts. With a kick, she rolled onto her side, although duffel bag still anchored her to the floor.

Rachel bucked towards the ceiling. She pulled up one knee towards her chest. The bag reluctantly peeled from the floor as Rachel's legs shook. She could feel her thighs clenching and warming. With a snort she jerked up and planted her other foot on the ground. She leant forward and straightened her back. She felt the bag settling between the shallow dents in her back muscles. The strap dug into her chest, although the adrenaline, spandex and her thumping heart dulled its painful gouge. As her stopwatch beeped impatiently, she lowered herself into a squat.

At once she thought the bag wanted to crush her into the carpet. As she lowered her backside past her knees, she wondered if her legs would ever straighten again. With her pulse thumping in her ears, she concentrated on bursting upwards with each set, but with the duffel barbell across her back, her little jumps were painfully slow. Rachel's cheeks puffed and swelled. At last, when her legs eventually straight and quaking, half of her didn't want to go back down again, but waiting would only make it harder. She sank down into another rep. Her glutes plunged an inch from the floor even as she tried to shove off with her heels. A rooster-tail of spit burst from her lips as she breathed and somehow, against even her own expectations, started trembling upwards.

The suit still seemed supportive. It felt tight around her midriff as her belly filled with deep breaths. The draining groan of the weight didn't seem to last long after she'd completed each rep. Rachel felt her legs glowing with sweet fire as she completed her fifth and final rep. Keeping herself strapped to the bag, she staggered towards the bed and face-planted into the soft covers. The duffel bag pressed down on her. She foraged for her phone with her free hand and started the countdown, and savoured the pleasant humming in her muscles until it beeped. Her legs felt thick and full. The spandex sat snugly between her thighs, and her glutes were warm with a moreish pump.

Rachel shoved herself back onto her feet and began again. She felt her quads flexing all the way up to her hips. At the nadir of each rep she could feel her glutes stretching apart, then clenching into a bulletproof ball as her legs locked. She'd never felt such a sensual connection in her muscles before. She could feel each muscle clench, push and stretch in sequence. By her fourth set, the sensation was completely hypnotic. Rep by rep she waited for her quads and glutes to bite and clench around her bones, then her hamstrings stretch and burn as she lowered herself again. Rachel lost herself in the aching pleasure of it all. She lost count after the 5th rep. She lowered her shaking backside until it brushed the carpet. Rachel grunted and hissed as her weight tilted backwards, then past the point of control.

The bag crashed down onto the floor with a thump. Rachel lay gasping on top. Her legs were burning and thumping and spread across the floor. The addictive tension oozed into legs instantly. Rachel peered down and saw her thighs looking thick and plump and broken. She grinned as she unhooked herself. The stopwatch beeped shortly afterwards.

With a spurring growl, Rachel grabbed one end of the duffel bag and pulled it across her chest. She wheezed as it pressed down on her torso, the corners jabbed her ribs disapprovingly. Rachel placed her palms on the bottom of the bag, and with a blast of air, pressed it towards the ceiling with her arms.

Her pecs clenched together sharply. She felt their thin sheets clenching together with a hot squeeze, like shallow surf rolling into each other. She stayed wary of her elbows tapping the floor beside her ears. Keeping tension in her chest, she snorted up to a fifth rep. She daren't take her eyes off the stalactite corners of the books an inch for her face, but they were enough to threaten her into a 6th rep.

She swung it sideways and let it slump on the carpet. Soon the addictive pump was in her chest. She straightened her arms down her torso and savoured how her shallow pecs jerked and rippled at her command. Her phone beeped.

Rachel reached for the backpacks. They felt featherweight compared to the chunky duffel bag. She pumped her way up to 15 chest presses. She a hungry sigh burst from her lips as her pecs pressed against each other at the top of each rep. She spied her erect nipples on top of two gently rounded islands of muscle pushing out from her chest. She savoured the aching tightness as hooked under towards her armpits.

After another few sets of 15, Rachel let the bags flop either side of her head. She'd never felt such a hard pump thumping in her chest. Her pecs were sweetly numb and bloated, when she tried to flex them they stuttered brokenly before eventually clenching into thin plates of taut muscle.

A manic grin stretched across Rachel's lips. The workout was done.

She could finally ignore her phone. All she had to do was wait. Her heart stamped wildly. Mentally she foraged every sinew for that first little tug of power. If the calibration was anything to go by, she could barely imagine how intense the growth spurt was going to be. She begged the first domino to fall, for the first tweak of growth to spread into an earthquake that would ravage her entire body. She wiped the sweat from her eyes and staggered to her feet. She saw herself emerging on her phone screen. She grabbed her glasses and slid them up her slippery nose. She shuffled into centre frame, wrapped in splotches of darkened blue. Rachel's pumped up curves filled the suit nicely. While the sinews were lost in her swollen, broken muscles, she looked thicker and fuller than she'd ever seen herself. She'd certainly seen smaller off-season figure athletes.

Her whole body trembled with anticipation. Rachel could barely close her mouth.

The spandex already slipped comfortably around her crotch, soaked with sweat. Her limbs hummed with sweet pump. She planted her feet shoulder-width apart, adopting a Wonder Woman pose and waited for the seconds to crawl by, panting with giddy excitement.

At last, she felt a sharp jerk in her backside. One of her glutes jerked skittishly. Rachel looked over her shoulder as her ass clenched tight. Rachel spun around to show the camera. An erratic pulse started thumping inside her thighs and ass, gently tugging the slippery spandex between her thighs against her crotch. Rachel purred with ecstasy - it was starting.

A carnal ache stretched down the backs of her legs. Rachel's clapped her hands on her thighs and felt them hardening beneath her fingertips. Her skin began stretching into a taut, pale gloss. In moments the pleasure enveloped her legs like a stocking. Rachel licked her lips and cooed at the rising gropes between thighs. She recognised the first drops before the downpour.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Ugh - now?!" she snorted raggedly. She figured the thumps of the book-filled bags and her stamping footsteps had angered her neighbours. It wasn't the first time her bedroom tinkerings has disturbed the other girls, but by now there surely weren't exactly any bridges left to burn. "Alright, sorry, I'm all finished now." she panted at the door, gulping hard as she resisted another long squeeze.

There was a pause. Another volley of angry bangs hammered the door without a reply. Knuckles had turned into fists.

"Can we do this in the morning? I said I'm sorry!" she pleaded. Rachel swallowed, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Open up, Rachel!" a female voice shouted over the pounding.

"Stephanie? L - Look. This is really bad time, okay?" Rachel begged. "I'm kind of - unfff - in the middle of something!"

The door handle wobbled with every pound. Rachel watched, paralysed as she watched the door frame jerk on its hinges. She'd learned to lock her door the hard way, but she'd never seen Stephanie act like this.

"Just open the fucking door!" she barked shrilly. It wasn't the usual cocksure composure Rachel had come to know and despise.

"Ju - just - give me a second!" Rachel stammered. Rachel struggled to control her breaths. The suit wouldn't wait. Her humming quads clenched like concrete setting around her limbs. Hot pleasure climbed into her lower abs. Rachel choked on a carnal whimper.

"Oh god. This can't be happening..." she whispered to herself.

Resisting the keen gropes inside her muscles, she staggered towards her experiments. She stuffed the documents back into their binder. As her eyes lost focus under the persuasive power throbbing inside her torso, her only half-lucid idea was the gap behind the fridge. She slid the folder behind it and heard it slap onto the grubby tiles. Then she grabbed her laptop and slid it under the bed.

"Hnnggh my god - oh...god!" Rachel suddenly choked. Roaring pleasure climbed into her chest. She sucked down a long, yearning breath. She could feel her muscles slowly coiling in her torso. Her mind flashed to the potent hyper-venom. For a precious second she basked in how the creeping waves of chemicals lapped at the shores of her vulnerable muscles. Rachel cooed as the sensation filled her shaking body. God, how she wanted to draw her shoulders back and let it fill her with incredible power. Her humming clit begged her to do it.

A shower of splinters burst across the carpet.

"Holy shit Stephanie, what are you doing!?" Rachel yelled.

Rachel squealed as she saw a huge, heavy-booted foot stamping in a hole in the door.

"Ste - Stephanie?" Rachel squeaked through the blinding pleasure. She couldn't move, could barely think as the suit kneaded her whole body with hungry hands. 

"Get the fuck off me -” Stephanie's voice was cut off by an ear-splitting slap. Rachel heard her yelp and something heavy slump to the floor. Rachel whimpered in panic. She glanced at her window, and instantly shook her head. Not only was the fall directly above the spiked fence bordering the street, she couldn't face the idea of leaving her experiments behind as she fled. There was only one option.

Panting desperately, she elbowed aside the ecstasy and snatched her long duffel bag with both hands. She pushed with her knees and heaved it up to her chest. She sucked down a breath and pushed the brick-thick books above her head. Already worn - her shoulders burned desperately. Rachel lowered the bag, slowly down her chest again, grimacing and feeling fresh beads of sweat pour down her forehead. She lowered the bag to her feet, feeling her back tense and her hamstring tighten in the backs of her legs. She delicately tapped the bag onto the floor before straightening her back once again. The flaming sensation still lapped at her crotch and thumped under her skin.

Rachel heaved the bag to her chest once again. Punishing every muscle fibre in her arms, she lifted the bag at an agonising pace and didn't allow her elbows to lock before she lowered it, trembling back towards her chest. Her shoulders sang with white fire, her elbows quaked under the weight of the chunky books inside. She focused on the stretch in her hamstrings as the bag approached her toes, and clenched her tight glutes as the bag drooped over her toes. At last, the throbbing pleasure began to recede.

There was a clang of metal. Something hard dragged menacingly against the wood.

With silent precision, a crowbar appeared through the shredded opening and hooked towards the door handle. Rachel yelped as she watched a sinewy hand twist and forage until the crowbar was hooked over the lock. The seconds marched past as she stood frozen; clutching the heavy duffel bag, ready to counter-attack. Already the incredible power started swelling inside her again. The hungry suit grabbed her thighs and abs with an adoring squeeze, forcing another yearning sigh from Rachel's lips. With a defiant grunt, Rachel stared at the door and began furiously pumping out front squats with her arms hooked under the bag. She hissed and growled and whimpered through as many reps as she could do, until at last, the crowbar jerked and tore the lock from the door.

A tall, sinewy man crunched inside over the splinters. With a petrified yelp, Rachel hurled her duffel bag as hard as she could.

"Ooophh!" the man groaned as it slammed into his chest. He stumbled backwards, winded, before another man shouldered inside. Rachel frantically swept the sweat out of her eyes. Two sinewy men stood before her, both with sun-scorched, leathery looking skin, the older one with the gaunt cheeks of an addict. His grimace etched deep creases across his cheeks and beside his eyes. Wood chips covered his right boot. His tattoo sleeves were swirling columns of snakes and demonic creatures winding out of sight under his denim vest.

The other man was younger, but stockier and more thuggish. He was comparatively uncomposed next to his partner, especially as he reeled from the books dull corners in his ribs. He snarled and shoved the bag straight back. Rachel ducked as it flew over her head.  It crashed into her lab equipment. Her glasses slipped off her sweaty nose as she heard her apparatus cracking and shattering. Rachel tried to stifle a squeal as her room became a blur.

"What the fuck do you want?!" she squealed blindly. She prayed that this was somehow a mistake. An ordinary burglary - that they wanted money or her phone. She would give them anything - anything except that.

The lithe older man stepped forward and crossed his wiry arms. Rachel only just made out the curves of his ropy shoulders. "You've got something we've been asked to retrieve." he smirked. "Something that doesn't belong to you. And as you can probably tell..." he stroked his crowbar and gestured toward the wreckage behind him. "I'm not the most patient man when it comes to these sorts of things."

"What are you talking about?" Rachel feigned.

"Give us that fucking suit or we'll peel it off with your skin!" The younger goon seethed impatiently.

Rachel gulped.

"Alright! Jesus Christ! Alright - okay - okay relax! You can have it - you can have it!" Rachel begged with open palms. "Just let me, I mean - I'm not wearing anything - y'know." She started shuffling timidly towards the bathroom. The front man exhaled impatiently through his nose. He kept his black eyes fixed on Rachel as she stepped gingerly into the bathroom. The younger one gave him an unsure glance. Barely a second passed before he was silently ordered after her. The young man grinned devilishly as he lumbered towards the bathroom. 

'Fwanggg!' Rachel watched the towel rail bend around his flat forehead. He staggered backwards clutching his nose. Rachel felt her chest and triceps clenching, she thought she'd used whatever strength she had left - but the adrenaline pulsing inside her pushed her out of the doorway, with her make-shift weapon clutched in her slippery palms.

"Fffffuck!" the younger goon snorted with one hand clamped over his eyes. The crowbar-wielding crook chuckled mockingly, looking at Rachel's quaking knees and terrified eyes.

"You've picked a very bad time - unffff - trust me." Rachel growled. The venom crackled inside her again. Every breath was shallower than the last. Her muscles began coiling like springs. Sweet addictive pleasure swelled inside her chest, if anything it was even stronger, and her tender pussy begged for its return. God, how she wanted to let it in - to let her muscles erupt with power. Her limbs felt so hollow and sore. She was so fragile and broken and such easy prey for the pitiless venom. All it would take would be just a few seconds, to relax her screaming muscles, let them sigh into painless, weightless bliss, then let the orgasmic pleasure pour into her. She snorted passionately as it lapped at her crotch and began squeezing her tender biceps. Her eyes flickered wildly, she was losing it.

"I don't want to hurt anyonnnnggh!" Rachel choked desperately, jerking the rail back and forth between the two intruders as she tried to keep her eyes open. 

"Oh don't worry us, love. We'll be fine!" The younger robber lunged towards her with crooked fingers.

Rachel's eyes popped wide open with a resuscitating burst of fear. She cried out as she wrestled her throbbing body into action, but had barely begun to swing before the goon speared her to the floor. Rachel managed to keep one hand on the railing. She swung and glanced the side of his head. Rachel held the warped railing across his chest and pushed. Her pecs clamped together in a lava hot flex. She shoved as hard as her spent body could, sitting up slightly and feeling her abs bite.

From the burly blob on top of her, Rachel heard a smug chuckle. Rachel pushed, only to feel the bar bend around the man's chest. She looked at the man calmly waiting, his shoulders back and inviting her to continue in vain.

The bar had bent into a wide V-shape. While the goon arrogantly smirked, Rachel slipped the warped bar around his lower back. With a fierce tug she jerked him forwards. Before he could yelp his nose cracked off the corner of the above Rachel's head. She was shocked at how viciously her back and biceps pulled.

Blood between his fingers and onto Rachel's scalp as the reeling goon clutched his nose.

Rachel shoved the young man off of her and slipped out with her sweat-soaked body. Rachel stood up right with clenched fists. Her heart stamped in her ears. Her ears popped over and over again. Through her muffled, pounding head, she heard the older man speak. The awesome thumping inside her body rose again.

"Jesus wept, boy..." the senior thug remarked calmly as he watched on. “She’s just a girl!"

Just then, his accomplice leapt on to Rachel's back. His weight forced her quaking knees towards the floor. Rachel howled as her quads burned white hot. She summoned every fibre in her body to fight back, to avoid crumpling into the ground. Beads of spit flung from her lips as she resisted the lumbering goon's weight. She stamped her weight into the flats on her feet and shoved. "Keep still!" he growled as his flaring nostrils blared in her ears.

Rachel hissed defiantly. But, at last, one knee buckled and crashed into the floor.

"Finally" he spat. "Keep her there. The boss said look for evidence." he strode past them towards the desk. "Hmmm, this stuff looks expensive..." he nudged and prodded the surviving equipment with his crowbar.

He peered into her phone's camera lens and smiled. With a deft jab he cracked it in two. Rachel heard even more metal, plastic and glass snapping and crunching as he hammered her apparatus into fractured pieces.

Rachel's spun madly. While the siren of venom still coiled around her exhausted and shattered body. Through popping ears, she barely heard the older man's cackles while he smashed away. A vicious jolt of power crackled through her. She stifled a carnal moan. Her legs felt heavier and heavier. Every second she expected to crumble into blinding, paralysing orgasm, and every second her body stayed still felt like a minute.

She peaked through one eye.

She saw the crowbar goon crouching down beside the filter. "Hrrkkk - no!" she gurgled. The goon turned around with a raised eyebrow.

"Ooo, found something have I?" he teased, grabbing the filter with both hands. Rachel's pulse stamped. Her vision dissolved into nothing. All her hard work - years of it - all this time spent getting back close - and finally she was right on top of it. And now a tattooed chimp was about to snatch it away right in front of her. Her breaths and grunt grew more feral. She foamed at the corners of her mouth as she channeled her rage into her thighs and jerked upwards.

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