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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: MyoFolio on January 08, 2022, 12:47:21 am
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Up and Growing Neighborhood
by MyoFolio
The Grocery
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This store is on its last legs. The plastic floor was yellowed and peeling, the floor covered with slush, and the air crusted with decades of spoiled food, aisle spills, and built-up body odors. I had no choice but to shop here, as it was beside my new condo building and the winter weather put a damper on any desire to shop elsewhere.
The neighborhood gentrification and low price sold me on what my friends called a “diamond in a pile of crap” when congratulating me on buying the place. It was small and overlooked a parking lot but it was clean, modern, and guaranteed to go up in price.
It was Kayla who convinced me to go to the open house last month. Working together for a couple of years, I had grown to trust her opinion on the Big Life Decisions as much as her work ethic. The first few months of our relationship could be considered rocky at best—I couldn’t take any girl who looked like that seriously—but our first project together proved she was right for our marketing agency. Plus she was already in a committed relationship with someone so it’s not like I could act on my desires.
She had brought up the listing in Peckham Bay on one of our lunchtime walks, saying it was the perfect place for a single guy with hipster tastes. I laughed at that, reminding her that my choices were far more adult than the college-level hovel she called home. She had actually agreed, saying that’s how she knew about my listing. Her and her boyfriend were looking for a new place around Peckham Bay. It was too expensive for them but it was around my price point and had all the signs of becoming a pretty cool area. New restaurants and coffee shops were popping up and entire blocks were being demolished to make way for condo towers and office spaces.
After moving in, I could see the neighborhood change on a daily basis. At least, it appeared that way on every street but my own. While my condo building had been renovated from an old fish market, the Food Saver beside me was still a 1950s-era brick-and-mortar blight on the area. The sign out front saying “Future site of Whole Foods” looked like it had been installed a year ago and the clientele was, shall we say, shining examples of the Peckham old guard.
While most of the people in my building ordered groceries online and drove nice cars, my income didn’t really justify those expenses. Unlike the Volkswagens and BMWs, I still took the bus to work and often walked back at night.
Walking through the fruit and veg, there were young families and older couples everywhere, with only a few women by themselves. Kayla had met her boyfriend at a grocery and suggested I could do the same. But the pickings were hard to find due to the bulky parkas and winter hats everyone was wearing.
I spotted an unusually tanned face just before she disappeared down the pasta aisle. It was far too into winter for someone to have that natural of a tan. I had enough time to register her high cheekbones and over-plucked eyebrows, and wondered at the possibilities of where she had gone to escape the frozen city outside.
Deciding to get a better look, I turned down the same aisle and stopped short at the sight of the girl talking to a very stocky guy, both holding baskets filled with food. But that wasn’t what sent my heart racing. The girl’s legs were like worked columns of marble, thick and rounded at the thighs and calves, enveloped by sheer white leggings. A band of tanned skin peeked out above the furry tops of her snow boots.
I had never seen such a body before and I was surprised at how much I wanted to stand there and stare.
Extracting a can of tomato sauce from a shelf, I shook my head and walked past them slowly, pretending to scan the rows of food. The guy’s basket had bags of pasta and rice thrown into it while the girl had trays of chicken breasts and eggs stacked neatly in columns. They were shorter than me but made up for it in powerful width. Wisps of blonde hair sprung out from her woolen hat and her face was strikingly beautiful.
I was so focused on passing them unnoticed that I failed to see the cardboard stand of chocolates. In a textbook lesson on physics, colliding with it while sneaking caused as big of a spill as running into it fast.
They both turned to stare as I grimaced and bent over to pick up the items, face growing red. It didn’t help that she giggled before startling me by kneeling down herself.
“Bad luck there, you should watch where you’re going.” Her voice was soft, at odds with the muscular projections of her legs as she squatted low. I kept my eyes on the chocolates littering the floor, seeing her long fingers dance and white shoes shuffle as she helped me.
Her boyfriend’s eyes bored into my back.
“Nasty spill mate but I think you got this.” His Australian accent rolled around my ears. “Let’s go Hales, your session starts soon.”
My mind raced as to what he meant. She had the body of a fitness fanatic but was buying enough food to fatten an army. And why the hell was that chocolate stand in the pasta aisle?
Her hand brushed mine and I froze.
“I wouldn’t be embarrassed,” she said lightly. “If this is the worst part of your day, that’s not so bad, is it?”
She giggled again, standing up, and I sat there motionless, staring at her bulging calves as they walked away.
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An intriguing beginning. Well done.
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A nice start! Sounds like a slow burn and romantic at its core.
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The Bus Stop
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I never thought I’d be attracted to fit bodies but I soon found myself drawn towards a different type of girl. I pictured what it would be like to have a strong girlfriend rather than the lightweight beanstalks I thought I liked. Nothing extreme like the Food Saver girl but she had leveled up my desire for someone tight enough to be sexy and normal enough that you could introduce her to friends and family.
It simmered for a while in ways I mostly didn’t notice and it took Kayla to point out that my fascination with fitness girls had turned into an obsession. We were co-presenting a creative brief to our boss when she called out the overly athletic models I had included in the visuals. They were nothing more than stock photography but she made a point to undercut me, saying that they were temp images and the real assets would include the right demographics.
I would’ve argued with Kayla then and there but I also realized she was right. The models I included were far too toned and active. Rather than discuss it afterwards, she went ahead and replaced the assets anyways.
She did apologize, citing issues with her boyfriend as the reason behind her terseness and irritability, but whatever the reasons, that incident pulled me back to earth. Most women didn’t look like that and definitely didn’t appeal to our usual audience. I turned my attention back to regular girls with hot bodies and fresh faces.
Going back to my roots amped up my dating life again until disaster struck.
The coronavirus hit hard. It forced me to work from home and it shuttered more than a few businesses in Peckham Bay. After the initial lockdown passed, we were allowed back into the office under restricted conditions but Kayla and most of my team decided to stay home. I found myself more productive in the office but it was hard not seeing or talking to Kayla in person.
As the weeks went by and spring rains turned to summer warmth, the neighborhood grew busier and some stores reopened. I found my new routine not that different from the old. Wake up, go for a run, take the bus to work. A cute red head started taking the bus with me and, after an awkward conversation around our masks, I asked her out on a socially-distanced hike in the hills across the bay.
Waiting to catch a bus to meet her, I found myself fidgeting with my phone, trying to make up a reason to text her a cancellation. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so nervous, it wasn’t like she was ugly or uninteresting, but something told me that she wasn’t the one to restart dating with so soon after lockdown. I could say that I was having second thoughts about meeting up in a public place, or pretend that I felt sick.
Debating options and scratching at my mask, I almost missed the few people near me staring down the sidewalk. Turning around, I had to jump back quickly as six powerful women ran past, their legs pumping hard and physiques glistening with sweat. Their speed was incredible, driven by the commanding shouts of a tall brunette at the front of the pack, propelling them halfway down the block before I was able to turn again to see them.
They wore identical sports bras and booty shorts, showing more skin than should be decently possible in public. Dodging lampposts and leaping into the street to avoid pedestrians, they were the fastest, fittest bodies I had ever seen.
Not just fit, these bodies were blatantly muscular.
As the brunette shouted at them to turn the corner at the last minute, bronzed legs and brawny backs and bulging arms twisted in unison. With remarkable agility, they disappeared behind the Food Saver grocery.
Feelings I had thought buried returned with a vengeance. A thrill shot through my stomach as the afterimages of what I had just seen replayed through my mind. I realized the reason behind my nervousness with the red head. Why waste time with someone that didn’t excite you as much as those runners did?
“Disgusting.” Beside me, an older woman shook her head. “Taking up space and looking like that? These people moving in are ruining our neighborhood.”
“Those idiots weren’t even wearing masks,” said someone else.
Blinking in surprise, I realized that he was right. I usually picked up on those things but I wasn’t exactly looking at those women’s faces.
I almost missed the bus when it arrived, lost in my thoughts, but decided to meet the red head anyways. It gave me an excuse to get out of my condo and get some fresh air.
As I walked to the back of the bus, I saw the six runners through the rear window, barreling down the street again. I tracked their grueling pace as they sped past, clearly sprinting but showing no more effort than if they were going for a Sunday stroll. To go that fast around my condo tower, the Food Saver, and all the other buildings on this block was nothing short of astonishing.
I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo. Swiping it open, I was disappointed to see that the camera had focused on the old woman rather than the runners. They were mostly blurs except for one long leg and one sinewy arm. And they were much bigger than the old lady.
I tapped the button to save the photo. It was still worth keeping.
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Great work. I have a feeling that those six women will cause an interesting change in the women of the neighborhood, and that Kayla will grow as well.
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Great work. I have a feeling that those six women will cause an interesting change in the women of the neighborhood, and that Kayla will grow as well.
Indeed. A swolification of the neighborhood perhaps!
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The Sushi Place
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When Kayla offered to take me out for sushi, as an apology for the work incident, it was like a fog had been lifted. I had made the tough but genuine choice to ghost the red head and focus my energies on “fit” or “fitter”. Nothing too crazy, just girls with muscle tone and athleticism that could keep things interesting.
These energies didn’t really go anywhere as the dating apps had limited options and I didn’t want to hit the gyms or yoga centers during this stage of the pandemic. But after months of social distancing and going stir crazy in my condo, Kayla’s offer was a lifeline back into normalcy.
I did try to look the part too. I had ordered a bunch of weights online and started a new running program to lean out my body and take advantage of the summer heat. I hadn’t put on much size but I was getting really ripped. My abs and chest popped and I bought new clothes to show off to Kayla. She had only seen me on virtual calls so it’d be a nice surprise for her.
I had suggested the Sushi Zen by my place so we could spend time exploring the neighborhood afterwards. Arriving early to grab a seat and witness her reaction, I was surprised to see her already seated and sipping a glass of wine. The decanter on the table was half empty and she was staring out the window, seemingly at nothing. Her mask hung loosely around her neck. She looked much fresher than her image on video calls and her long, amber-brown hair was exquisitely styled, her face free of makeup.
Rather than her usual fitted blouse, she had on a loose blue sweater and jeans, making her look more casual than during the work day. They weren’t flattering choices and they covered up those legs I hadn’t seen in far too long. Perhaps she was thinking ahead to when the night got cooler—Kayla was always a planner.
I pulled my polo shirt tight and strode up to our table, noticing that she was slouched in her seat and had faint stress lines around her eyes. Like all of us, she wasn’t completely immune to the effects of Covid isolation.
“Already into the wine, I see?” Grinning, I stood there waiting for a hug but she simply sat there and turned slowly to face me. Must be weirded out after months of no physical contact.
After looking me up and down, she broke into a great smile, dispelling the awkwardness. Of course, this was the girl I knew!
“Oh my God, Adnan, so good to see you!” Her voice was music to my ears, energetic and playful despite looking tired. She examined my body closer, whistling appreciatively. “You’re looking great buddy. I thought you had lost some weight on our video calls but this confirms it.”
My grin grew wider beneath my mask. “Well, with nothing to do every day, I figured I should get into shape. Think it’s working?”
Puffing out my chest comically, I enjoyed seeing Kayla’s eyes go wide.
“I’d say so, you’d give our stock photography a run for their money.” She winked and motioned for me to sit down.
Taking off my mask, I took in a deep breath of air and sat opposite her. “It’s so weird seeing you like this. So many things have changed yet some things feel the same.” Her brow furrowed, so I added, “I mean, I see you everyday on our calls but being here together is just like the before times, when we’d go out for lunch and talk about anything but work.”
Kayla’s face flushed and she covered it by taking another sip of wine. “Yeah, I guess so. I haven’t seen anyone in months and rarely go out, so I was very happy when you said yes to our sushi date.” She took another sip while I felt my face turn red. “Strictly platonic though, right?”
I nodded too vigorously and took the opportunity to pour the rest of the decanter into my glass. As it settled, I heard another customer walk in and take the table next to us. The restaurant was as full as it could be, with ample spacing between groups, so I figured it was the last spot left. Kayla’s eyes flicked towards the new arrival but I kept focused on my dinner companion. She had the most wonderful way of curving her lips while thinking.
“Hope you don’t mind me finishing this.” I tapped the empty decanter. “We can order another one if you want.”
“I’m okay, I already had a bottle before you got here.”
I almost coughed up my wine but Kayla continued as if nothing had happened. “As I recall, your track record with restaurants is terrible.” She paused to smirk. “A certain fajita night that we all swore never to talk about again?”
“Oh Jesus, I’ve spent the last year trying to forget about it. Thanks K.” I sloshed the wine around and avoiding taking another gulp. Unlike that night at the fajita place. “But point taken. Why don’t you order this time?”
“Adnan, my friend, I’ve already ordered for us.” With perfect timing, she spread her arms just as the server arrived. He deposited steaming bowls of miso soup, fish-shaped plates bearing sushi, and bento boxes filled with an assortment of rice, meat, and tempura.
Kayla laughed as I sized up the amount of food on the table. “Since we haven’t eaten like this in a while, why not go all out, right?”
I opened my mouth in mock surprise. “K, you read my mind.” Forgoing the soup, I ripped open the package of chopsticks and worked my way through the sushi. We talked about our co-workers and our clients, the things we couldn’t say in front of others, and the latest Covid news. Kayla’s parents got the virus, both turned out okay, and we had friends in common that were working the front lines in hospitals.
It took a few servings of sushi before I realized Kayla wasn’t always paying attention to me or her food. Her eyes would dart over to the person next to us, followed by licking her lips or a slight flush in her cheeks. Most people wouldn’t have noticed but I knew Kayla’s mannerisms all too well.
A throaty voice cut through my thoughts and the restaurant, halting all conversation.“Henry, the sun’s in my eyes so I’m switching seats.”
Curious, I glanced over to see a table stacked with plates of raw fish and bowls of rice, along with a serving cart filled with more fish, two rice cookers, and restaurant-sized jugs of soy sauce.
I was about to nudge Kayla and crack a “this isn’t a buffet” joke when I saw why everyone had gone silent. The woman settling down at the table was not only abnormally tall, she was jacked beyond comprehension. Wavy auburn hair fell upon sloped traps and broad shoulders stuffed into a white bandage dress wrapping tightly around her physique. Her dress was cut-out across her chest and down one side, revealing tantalizing landscapes of tanned skin and lean muscle. Striations feathered across her exposed pectorals and the open sides of her dress framed scalloped obliques running down towards abs the size of apples. The material covered her prodigious glutes and thighs but the spectacle continued with the visibly hard shapes of her calves and the strappy red heels on her feet.
The only extent of the woman’s modesty was a light pink scarf riding atop her traps.
I couldn’t tell how big she was, as her long limbs defied rational analysis, but I got an idea when she sat down in line with Kayla. The woman’s arms looked as thick as my legs and she dwarfed Kayla’s height in the chair. While Kayla had a great figure, she was simply outclassed by this phenomenon.
I tried to shift in my seat inconspicuously as the bulge grew in my pants but Kayla interrupted me first.
“I wonder if she knows this isn’t a buffet,” she said lightly, her playful tone causing me to snort around a piece of salmon. She was grinning and hitching her thumb towards our jacked-up neighbor. “That amount of food will cost a thousand bucks at these prices.”
I feigned disinterest and shrugged, placing a hand beneath the table. “To each their own. If she can afford it, why not?” I picked up a maki roll with my other hand and considered doing the polite thing by changing the subject with a question. One that a good friend should ask and one I had been dreading.
“So, how’s your boyfriend doing? Living together in isolation going okay?”
Kayla’s chopsticks froze in midair.
“Didn’t you hear?” Her voice was small and soft. “Tyler and I broke up months ago.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that K.” I looked away, hiding my genuine reaction and affording me a glance at the phenomenon beside us grabbing spoonfuls of rice directly out of the cooker.
“No one told me and if they had, of course I would’ve called to see how you’re doing.” I grimaced as the muscular woman tore a tuna steak in half and pushed the rosy flesh into her mouth. Between bites, she extracted a red pill from a plastic container on the table and swallowed it whole.
Kayla said something I couldn’t hear but, seeing as she was staring out the window again, I kept my eyes on the food orgy beside us. Veins had appeared on the woman’s shoulders and were spreading across her arms and chest like water through cracks. I could only guess at what she had done to make them so prominent like that.
Kayla’s voice brought me back. “So, don’t take it the wrong way but after all that, I wanted to keep it low-key.” She looked back at me, pushing at her hair.
“I totally understand K.” I tried to nod in sympathy like a good friend would but all I felt was the immutable presence next to us. “This is your situation to deal with and I’m just here for support, whenever you need it.”
“Thanks Adnan, I really appreciate our friendship.”
Under normal circumstances, I’d take Kayla’s breakup as an easy opportunity for me. But the powerful woman beside us was an inferno that blistered and branded itself onto my brain. Kayla was beautiful and amazing and also a book I had read a hundred times before. The inferno opened up a whole library of possibilities.
“Henry, another plate of tuna and salmon, quick.” The woman acted like she owned the place and both Kayla and I turned to stare. She popped another red pill into her mouth and my curiosity grew. Some kind of digestive aid or diet supplement?
A server appeared and she immediately grabbed fistfuls of fish and spoons of rice, sparing little time to chew. It was the perfect opportunity to build on Kayla’s buffet joke but the grin died on my face as I saw the changes happening across the woman’s body.
The veins on her shoulders and chest increased in size. More appeared on her arms and burst down the backs of her calves. A larger vessel swept over her shin, extending through the top of her foot and multiplying into swelling vascularity under the straps of her red heels. They broke through the straps, each soft snap sending shivers down my spine.
The woman seemed oblivious to the transformation taking place, upending a jug of soy sauce into her mouth and swallowing its contents in seconds. As the black liquid distended her throat, the veins spreading across her chest advanced upwards to envelop the fleshy tendons of her neck. It looked extremely painful so either the woman couldn’t feel it or she was very used to it.
The growing hardness in my pants and the sweat running down my back told me that this was a good time to forget about her and focus on Kayla.
“Hey, maybe we should get the bill and get out of here.” I turned to look at my dinner companion only to find her staring at the woman with perverse fascination. Kayla’s lips were curved in thought and her expression grew darker with every passing second. She didn’t look disgusted as much as she looked disappointed.
I tapped the table but Kayla didn’t react.
I looked back and forth, the jacked and shredded inferno and my newly single friend. I knew exactly what to do.
I reached over to tap Kayla’s hand and she jumped in alarm, drawing her arm under the table quickly. An odd reaction, almost as if she was afraid of my touch.
“I was thinking we should spend more time together.” I gave her my most earnest look.
She didn’t respond, rather turning to look out the window and mumble something about “carbing up” and “glucose disposal.”
“I’m sorry K, what was that?”
She sighed and faced me, taking one last look at the woman next to us. “Sorry buddy, it’s all good.” She smiled to wipe away all traces of displeasure. “I just remembered something I have to take care of. Sorry I didn’t hear what you said.”
Nervous at her strange grin, I cleared my throat. “I was thinking we should go on a date. You know, like a real one.”
I opened my arms on the table, certain that my mental math added up. Kayla and I were both single, she always complimented me, and we’ve had a good working relationship for years. The hellfire beside us, who was now inspecting the extreme vascularization of her body, sent lava into my stomach and fire through my veins. But Kayla was far more attainable.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Kayla looked at me with heat of a different kind. “You think we have that kind of relationship?”
“I - It was only a suggestion. Because we get along so well together.” Whatever else I wanted to say died in my throat as her eyes narrowed.
“Adnan, I wanted to see you tonight because I wanted to talk to a real person, not hook up with you.” She got louder and it took all my control not to see if anyone was watching. “Jesus, I was with my boyfriend for five years, you think I can get over that in a few weeks? I wanted to tell you that I’m taking leave from work to think things through. Reset my life. I was hoping you could offer some advice and support. Not fucking asking me out on a date, right?”
“Kayla, just let me explain…” She held up a hand, brokering no interruption.
“There’s never been an ulterior motive with me, buddy, never has been. Although now I know you’re here for the chance at what? Sex?” Kayla’s laugh shook me to the bottom of my core. “You have the same chance with me as that bodybuilder over there.”
Kayla nodded towards the woman and my worst fears were realized. The inferno was staring at me with a smirk, as were all the customers in the restaurant.
“You should never treat a friend like an object, no matter how nice I was to you.” Kayla got up to stand over me and it felt like she was ten feet tall. Anger palpable, she threw her napkin in my face. “You can get this, I’m done here.”
I stared open mouthed as the most important person in my life walked out the door.
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Nice start, good foundation. Let's see what comes next. Keep up the nice work.
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Excellent work! Well done! Kayla treating him like that after an innocent suggestion just shows she was never much of a friend. Now he is free to pursue the bodybuilders of the world. Bring it on! K+!
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Nice story so far! What an out of proportion reaction she had to his question though. I'd say he dodged a bullet. Bring in the brawn.
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Kayla acted very weird. First she seemed to be mesmerized by the female bodybuilder, then she was staring out of the window while muttering. And then she reacted quite extreme to an innocent question. I think Kayla's weird behavior might be linked to the growth that the bodybuibuilder experienced. I'm very intrigued to see what comes next.
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Kayla acted very weird. First she seemed to be mesmerized by the female bodybuilder, then she was staring out of the window while muttering. And then she reacted quite extreme to an innocent question. I think Kayla's weird behavior might be linked to the growth that the bodybuibuilder experienced. I'm very intrigued to see what comes next.
Indeed. It sounds like either she is already in some kind of fitness "program" that may influencing her thoughts. Though it also looks like its affecting more of the younger residents in a way as well along
with the businesses "assisting" their growth.
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The Condo
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The summer grew hot in Peckham Bay, as did my desire to find the right girl. In between work and friends, I attacked my workouts with new energy, and started eating healthier too. That polo top I had bought for Kayla’s benefit didn’t fit anymore, so I took to going shirtless when running and enjoyed glances from quite a few girls.
The loss of my relationship with Kayla left a gaping hole in my life. Projects at the agency weren’t as much fun and no one could boost me up like she did, or give me that special smile. The only positive that came out of our sushi dinner was renewed clarity around the type of girlfriend I wanted. I found my eyes and my thoughts drawn exclusively to fit women.
The hot, humid weather made it easy to catch toned arms and well-developed legs, especially on the Bay Trail running near my condo. While the Covid lockdown thinned their number, it ensured that the runners venturing out were absolutely committed to fitness.
Whether it was my newfound focus or the popularity of Peckham Bay, it suddenly seemed like my neighborhood was a haven for athletic women. I couldn’t go a day without seeing strong and tanned physiques pounding down Bay Trail or tight abs beneath crop tops at the Food Saver. I’m sure it was just a coincidence but it seemed like the Bay’s women were getting buffer.
This was evident after a particularly hot and grueling run in July. I was under the sun for a good two hours and sweating buckets by the time I got back to my condo. My water bottle had run out early and my shirt got so soaked that I had to throw it into a garbage can on the way home.
As I jogged up to the entrance, I saw an unfamiliar woman searching through her handbag, with a large dog sitting beside her. I debated going around the block again, to avoid offending her with my shirtless and sweaty body, but then I recognized the expensive handbag.
She wore a pink halter top and shorts, exposing ripped arms and stout legs. What looked to be a deep tan was actually freckles covering her entire body and, as I got closer, I saw that her skin was wrinkled in places and her close-cropped blonde hair was frizzy with age.
I couldn’t believe who this hardbody was.
“Mrs. Gustafsson?” The words caught in my throat as she turned around. “Wow, uh, it’s so nice to see you!”
Alena Gustafsson lived in the unit above me and was more than a passing acquaintance. She always asked how I was doing and left care packages of meatballs and almond caramel cake at my door. I had met her husband, Alfred, enough times to know that Alena was the outgoing and socializing half of their family. After raising two daughters, they had moved to Peckham Bay to retire.
They were sixty years old at least but, to look at Alena now, she had the body of a much younger woman. Granted, there were the familiar lines around her eyes and a weatherworn look to her skin but I wouldn’t have expected this sinewy and strong body hiding beneath the baggy sweatshirts and slacks she used to wear.
I quickly put on my mask while noticing Alena wasn’t wearing anything except for tight workout attire. Strange, considering that she’s part of the most vulnerable population.
“I was wondering where my ray of sunshine went.” She spoke with a slight Swedish accent and her nickname for me always made me happy. “I have not seen you since this godforsaken virus took over our lives. How have you been?”
“Not bad Mrs. Gustafsson, work has been crazy and I’m just trying to survive the summer by running and exploring the neighborhood.” I looked down at the burly Rottweiler attached to Alena’s leash. “Did you get a new dog? What happened to Wilma?”
Alena pulled the leash and, surprisingly, the Rottweiler slid forward on the sidewalk before heaving up onto its legs. “Oh, this is my pretty Atlas.” She bent forward to stroke the beefy canine, causing the dog’s tongue to loll out. I couldn’t help but stare at Alena’s chest and shoulders, they looked bigger than mine.
“Sadly, our lovely Wilma passed away just after my husband. It’s been a very difficult year for all of us, I’m afraid, and Atlas here is helping us get through it.”
My face fell and I looked away from her incredible physique. “I’m so sorry Alena, that’s terrible news to hear. If you need anything, of course I’ll help.”
“You’re always such a nice boy, sunshine. I might take you up on that offer.” She stood up smiling and I forced myself to look at her eyes. Did she actually have a six-pack beneath her halter top?
She beeped the door open and I followed them inside, Atlas’ nails clacking against the floor. The building’s air was a blast of cold, drying my sweaty body and raising goosebumps on Alena’s skin. She kind of looked like the Rottweiler: short, stout, and more powerful than I imagined.
I got onto the elevator first and caught a brief glimpse of Alena staring at me when I turned to punch in my floor.
“You’ve been working out, yes?” She got onto the elevator facing me, letting the doors close behind her. Atlas pulled at the leash to try and sit in the corner. The question surprised me before I realized that most of my body was on display.
“Sure, yeah. I figured with nothing to do every day, I should get into better shape.”
The elevator started moving and Atlas pulled harder on the leash, evidently not liking being trapped inside the tiny box. Alena’s powerful arm held him immobile.
I wondered why she hadn’t pushed her floor yet.
“I take it you work out also?” I tried to laugh in the face of her obvious muscularity but it died as Alena’s expression grew cold.
“Why would you think that, sunshine?” Her voice penetrated the noise of the rising elevator. “Oh, you mean this?” She curled the hand holding Atlas’ leash into a fist, dragging the dog forward and causing her forearm to bulge. “I attended the fitness center nearby before my husband passed away but it was much too hard for this old body. I had to quit after four weeks.”
I couldn’t hide my astonishment. Alena had the body of a Crossfit competitor and yet she couldn’t handle a neighborhood fitness center? Was she just naturally muscular?
“I see you are skeptical but it is true. Those idiots took all my money and tried to make me do impossible things. Terrible things.” Her expression grew furious as she raised her fist to the ceiling, lifting Atlas’ entire mass off the floor. “And sunshine, no refunds!”
I was barely paying attention to her as I watched the Rottweiler hang in mid-air. He must’ve weighed at least a hundred pounds but Alena handled him like a child. The dog’s eyes were wide but he didn’t make a sound.
“T-that’s terrible, Alena. At least you got some good results out of it.” I tried to keep my voice calm while stabbing the button for my floor again, and Alena’s for good measure. The cold air was causing her nipples to rise prominently beneath her halter top, larger than any girl I had ever been with. “Y-you look great for your age.”
My voice seemed to calm her as she lowered Atlas back down and her expression grew beatific.
“It’s true, I look a little stronger, yes? Much better than the flabby wife I used to be.” She glanced down at her buff physique and I questioned her sanity. It took years of serious training to look like that, not one month at a random gym. Girls half her age couldn’t hope to compete with her outrageous body.
“As long as there are rays of sunshine like you around, who can get angry at such things?” She knelt to scrunch up Atlas’ fur and the dog responded with a satisfied growl. Looking down at her powerful back, I finally processed what she had said.
“Alena?” The elevator pinged and the doors opened on my floor, so I rushed my next words. “You mentioned a gym nearby. Where is it?”
She stood and paused for a second, giving me a look I had never seen her give anyone.
Alena was smirking at me.
“I don’t remember the address, sunshine,” she spoke slowly, daring me to get off before the doors closed. She winked and I forced myself past her broad frame, my hand brushing against her rock-hard stomach.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to know why she hadn’t punched in her floor.
Alena’s last words echoed down the hallway as I speed walked towards my unit. “I do remember the name, sunshine. It’s Charmion's Ultimate Fitness.”
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The plot (and the ladies) thicken! It also sound like the gym is both affordable and effective perhaps too effective.
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Another great chapter. There is definitely something weird going on. I'm looking forward to the rest of this awesome story.
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To add. I almost didn't catch the reference but Charmion's Ultimate Fitness. Nice one.
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please more on the hot grandma love mature muscle stories..
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This has been a great read so far! Really loving all of these subtle encounters that seem to be pulling the story in an exciting direction. Can't wait to read more!
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The Coffee Shop
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I was obsessed. The dating apps weren’t satisfying anymore so I deleted them off my phone and focused my energies on finding Charmion's Ultimate Fitness. Despite hating the jock-and-bro culture of most gyms, I intended to sign up there to meet my kind of strong and fit woman.
No variation or combination of the gym’s name yielded search results. Anything related to health and fitness in my area was limited to a few yoga studios and running clubs. My friends had never heard of the place and my co-workers just told me to sign up at any of a dozen commercial gyms in the city.
I went up to Alena’s unit on different days and different times to pry more information out of her. There was always music playing, loud enough to shake the walls and muffle my knocks on her door. I stopped going when what could only be described as ferocious grunting overpowered the deep bass of the techno music, sometimes loud enough to shake the ceiling of my unit underneath. I had no idea what she was doing but I was sure I didn’t want to find out.
Frustrated, I printed out a map of Peckham Bay, taped it to my fridge, and plotted out a grid to explore the area. Every night after work, I’d pick a new section and walk its streets looking for anything that resembled a gym. The warm temperatures made it easy to spot the fitness fans but none of them were going anywhere but the yoga studios or the Bay Trail.
After a few weeks, my map was completely crossed out and I was running out of ideas. Either Alena had misremembered the location or she was lying, and I was certain there wasn’t a false bone in her buffed-up body.
The only idea left was to ask random strangers, so I decided to gather my courage and canvass the staff of every store, gallery, and restaurant. I started with the new coffee shop on the far side of the Bay, thinking the barristas there would have a good lay of the land. It was the last area I had searched, so fitting that it be the first location to cross off on my new “human intelligence” map on my fridge.
Most of the local coffee roasters had built their brand around an inexpensive and informal atmosphere so it was a nice surprise to see how upscale Willie & Edgar’s Cafe was. It sat in the middle of a parking lot just off Peckham Market and looked like a tiny cube of granite and metal, topped with a black roof. The interior was brass and mirrors and prints of famous paintings, with generous spacing between tables and a big oak-topped bar at the back. It wasn’t too busy so I opted for one of the free tables by the grid of windows at the front. It was an expensive quartz stone patio table with an iron base, meant to be outside and weighted to prevent theft.
Ordering an Americano, I took off my mask and sat back to look outside and figure out the best way to interrogate the barrista behind the bar. It was sad to see stores for sale across the street, while others looked like they had been boarded up for decades. The rapid progress around my condo hadn’t reached all areas of Peckham Bay yet, and it was fun to picture what those ruined storefronts could be in five years.
Rising engine noise interrupted my thoughts and I pressed my forehead to the window to see a bright green Lamborghini cruise down the street. It wasn’t unusual to see expensive cars in The Bay but I’d imagine they were a rare sight on this older road. The car stopped across from Willie & Edgar’s, so I took out my phone to take a picture. My hand froze when the driver’s side window dropped down and I looked into the face of a supermodel.
She was all sculpted angles and full lips, framed by a chestnut waterfall of hair. I almost missed the Lamborghini’s passenger door slide up and the strapping figure step out. This one wore a loose shirt and electric blue leggings, neither doing a good job of hiding the width of her shoulders or the size of her thighs. She walked around the car, bulbous calves popping large enough to distend the bottom of her leggings, and bent over to brush lips with the driver.
My hand started shaking so I put the phone down and took a long pull of coffee. No one else seemed interested in the display outside, nor did anyone ogle the brawny physique that strode across the parking lot and throw open the front door.
Her powerhouse body and bronzed skin multiplied around the shop’s mirrors and shimmered along the brass fixtures as she approached the bar. Her shirt had “STRONGER THAN YOU” stenciled cleanly in bright red letters. I expected the barrista to say something about her lack of a mask but instead, he served up a quadruple espresso without being asked. The bodybuilder whispered something I couldn’t hear before walking back outside.
The Lamborghini had roared off without me noticing but it was of no consequence. The woman was walking across the street and I knew I had to follow her. Putting the lid back on my coffee cup, I got up to leave but paused when she stopped in front of one of the boarded-up storefronts. Putting her hand up to a grimy and cracked window, the door beside it slid back and moved aside, revealing gleaming white walls. I caught a brief shadow of someone else inside before she entered and the door closed.
I raced over to the barrista and asked him about it.
“That place over there?” He rubbed his beard. “It’s been closed for years.”
He didn’t know much about the place. It used to be a diner. The owners died before the pandemic. No one knew the landlord. The barrista stopped humoring me when more customers arrived so I ordered another Americano and added a muffin and a tip for his troubles.
I spent two hours staring across the street, waiting for the woman to leave or for others to arrive. Nothing happened. It was like the place didn’t exist and I began to wonder whether I had imagined the whole thing. My obsession couldn’t be that bad, could it?
Dinner time approached and still nothing had happened so I started cleaning up to leave. I’d come back tomorrow at the same time to see if she showed up again. Picking up the collection of muffin wrappers, napkins, and coffee cups around me, I nearly missed the electric blue leggings flashing across the mirror beside me.
The woman had returned with an equally big friend. They looked like they had come from a serious workout, with flushed skin and slick hair and a strangely powerful energy. Both were curly brunettes and their leggings were split down the sides to offer alluring glimpses of thick thighs and striated hamstrings.
I had to look again. Her leggings weren’t torn like that before, were they?
They walked up to the barrista and set down identical red purses atop the oak bar. Neither one wore masks. Ordering four double espressos, I was able to catch their names: the electric blue leggings belonged to Adina and the other one was Maddy.
Much to my delight, they walked over to the table next to me.
“You don’t mind if we sit here?” Adina’s voice was rough and low, her complexion matching the polished hardwood of the bar. The breadth of her shoulders and arms looked bigger than before, although maybe it was because she was closer to me now. Maybe she was pumped from her workout?
I nodded fast but didn’t utter a word as her entire presence was unnerving.
“We should move over, give this dude some social distance.” Without waiting for a response, Maddy picked up the edge of the quartz table, biceps blowing up into a baseball-sized bulge, and lifted the whole thing off the floor. She grabbed another table and dragged it a few feet away, setting them up beside each other.
I sat there gawking while Adina gave a gap-toothed smile and tapped the words across her shirt.
STRONGER THAN YOU.
The letters were warped and stretched by the bulked-up mass of her chest and her sleeves were torn around swollen biceps. She definitely wasn’t this big a few hours ago.
Adina left to sit with her friend and I had no choice but to order another drink. This time, an espresso that took an eternity to order and an eon to receive as I kept my eye on every mirror, every window reflection. My pulse raced harder when looking directly at the size of their bodies and the constant interplay of their worked muscles as they gestured and laughed about things only bodybuilders must talk about.
Adina got up and for a brief moment, I feared she had caught me staring. Instead, the door opened and two gorgeous women walked in. One of them was an enormous blonde powerhouse, towering over her shorter, red-haired friend. They wore identical shirts as Adina and Maddy and carried the same tiny red purses. The scent of sweat, soap, and iron hit my nose and I inhaled deeply as they walked past.
Rather than kiss cheeks and hug, these hardbodies slapped shoulders and pounded fists into their chests. Each shot was like a hammer hitting solid meat. Their overt displays of strength were intoxicating and I gave up all pretext of hiding my attention as they sat down around their tables.
“I’ve never felt so fucking strong in my life,” said the strapping blonde, downing a double espresso in one swallow. From their conversation, I gathered her name was Anna. Her and Adina faced me while all I could see of the others were their shirt-stretching backs and football-sized calves.
“I hit three hundred today, will go for fifty more tomorrow.” Anna’s face shone with energy and she spoke with a slight Russian accent.
“I can believe it, your quads are literally bursting your pants right now.” Adina looked down under the table with a grin. I tilted my head to see that, indeed, Anna’s leggings had torn across the enormous expansion of her legs, matching the condition of her companions.
Anna crinkled her nose and ran a finger over her leggings, using her long fingernails to pop open more threads. “I’m going to buy cheap booty shorts from now on. Put more money into Ch—,” she stopped to look around the coffee shop. “Put money into my goddam body and jack up even more.”
She hunched forward, causing the rounded balls of her shoulders to inflate in size.
“Careful, you know they don’t like advertising.” Maddy’s voice cut through their conversation. Embarrassed, she added, “In public anyways. You know the rules.”
I leaned forward to hear what the others would say but Maddy had pushed them to silence. Adina drained her espresso and the red head draped her arm over Maddy’s shoulders. A cartoon Bugs Bunny was tattooed on the red head’s bicep except this character was comically muscular and had the words “Bugs Gunny” stenciled underneath.
An alarm started ringing, followed by another. All four women pushed aside their espressos and opened their purses, extracting identical red phones. In unison, they silenced the ringers and took out two more items, a thin box and a narrow gray tube the size of a chocolate bar.
Anna bit her lips as they opened the boxes and plucked out small red pills. Despite months having passed, I recognized them immediately. They were the same pills the woman had at my dinner with Kayla. I also remembered the effect they had on that phenomenal woman’s physique.
All four tilted their heads back and dropped pills into their mouths, followed by Anna smacking her lips loudly.
“At least this is the easy part,” she said with a devilish grin.
They opened up the gray tubes and took out syringes filled with black liquid. My spine tingled as they removed the caps and tapped the needles. Were they literally taking steroids in front of me? I looked around to see that night had fallen outside and the cafe was empty. The barrista was nowhere to be seen.
Anna lifted her shirt, revealing shredded abs and a thickly muscular adonis belt that ran down into her leggings. She pushed the needle into the toughened muscle of her stomach and depressed the plunger, shooting the dark elixir into her core.
The other women did the same but only Anna grinned and moaned as she did it.
I had to turn away. The scene was horrifying and repulsive and I couldn’t imagine what would drive them to dump strange black goop into their bodies. These were gorgeous women that must’ve had everything going for them even before the muscles. Adina had been dropped off in a Lamborghini!
While part of me was terrified, another part wanted more. To witness these animalistic beasts pump their bodies stronger, harder. To feel their soft skin and granite muscles beneath me and savor every moment as if it were my last.
A powerful and vascular arm interrupted my thoughts, reaching across my table. Anna’s hand wrapped around the napkin dispenser and I trembled at the sight of her forearm dwarfing my own.
“I need this.” She held the dispenser in front of my face and didn’t bother to wait for a reply. Not that I would’ve protested, her hand was already denting the metal frame.
She went back to her table and handed out napkins to clean up the drops of blood left behind by the needles. When everyone started shifting in their seats and emitting painful moans, Anna looked directly at me. Jaw clenched, tendons rising along her neck, her eyes dared to me to react.
This was the perfect time to leave.
Ignoring my garbage, I focused on the door and only the door. Walking quickly, I got to the bar just as I heard the sounds of their shirts tearing open. By the time I reached the exit, the loud crack of a quartz tabletop splitting hit my ears.
I rushed out the door and my foot landed on something hard, causing me to slip and fall onto my back. Through the window I caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a familiar hand brushing away remnants of fabric from a shockingly vascular shoulder.
Scrambling away, I saw a small key fob on the ground, the kind used for remote car starters. I scooped it up and ran down the block, stopping around the corner to catch my breath. I could normally run for miles without trouble but the last few hours had taxed my endurance like a marathon.
I held the key in my palm, inspecting the solid black surface. Both ends were wider than the middle, almost like a dog bone, and the letters “CUF” were printed in white across one side.
Not a dog bone, a barbell.
One of the bodybuilders must’ve dropped it as they entered Willie & Edgar’s. Their loss was my luck.
That terrified part of me suddenly fell silent. Despite their outrageous behavior, they were, after all, still women who wanted things. Their blown-up bodies were obvious signs of lacking something big in their lives.
And I had to find out if I was the thing they needed.
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Thanks for all the feedback everyone, appreciate it :thanks:
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To add. I almost didn't catch the reference but Charmion's Ultimate Fitness. Nice one.
Was wondering if someone would catch that ;)
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more on arena's loving this..
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This was another good chapter. The story becomes more and more interesting. Great work.
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A nice and interesting update. From what it looks like on the outset, it looks like there are different fitness packages that people can buy into and get different results. Also even one visit will yield long lasting results.
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Cant wait for more content:)
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Hoping for an update! Especially when you put us right at the doorstep of the gym!
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The Gym
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It took weeks to gather enough courage to visit Charmion's Ultimate Fitness. Not only did I have to figure out a battle plan, I also needed an explanation as to why I had their key fob. Assuming it hadn’t been deactivated already. The analytical part of me knew that the odds of me hooking up with one of those girls was greater than zero. They wouldn’t be jacking themselves up so much if they weren’t starved for attention.
But my animal brain wasn’t sure I could control myself in a room filled with those incredible bodies.
My tastes had undergone a perverse transformation. Every time I saw a lean stomach, my dick twitched. Muscular legs shot hot lava into my gut. Ripped biceps lifted my rod into overdrive.
Standing in the Willie & Edgar’s parking lot, I scanned the broken-down storefronts and faded signage across the street. Every single property had been sold or gone bankrupt, leaving behind the least gentrified street in Peckham Bay. The doorway where Adina had stood and raised her hand was boarded up, with yellowed and greasy glass barely visible behind the planks.
Dropping an empty espresso cup to the ground, I tugged at my mask and headed over. I wore the most flattering t-shirt I had, its structure highlighting my lean chest and trim stomach, and a pair of loose sweats. I had to look like a prospective gym client otherwise they wouldn’t even let me in. My phone was tucked behind my waistband, in case I had the chance to take pictures.
I stopped in front of a damaged window and raised the CUF key fob to roughly the same area as Adina had. Clicking sounds came from the nearby door and it slid back and to the side, like some kind of spacecraft.
Inside was a narrow room where you couldn’t tell where the floor ended and the walls began. Everything was bright and white, with no discernible features or furniture. A young girl sat at a slab of creamy marble that thrust up from the floor and a small light switch sat high on the wall behind her.
The girl couldn’t have been more than nineteen, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, wearing an ivory blouse with billowy sleeves that fell around her slight frame. She wasn’t wearing a mask and didn’t seem surprised at my sudden appearance. She smiled as if recognizing me but I knew this was the first time we had ever met.
“Come in and I’ll close the door behind you.” Her tightly clipped words bounced around the room. “Welcome to Charmion's Ultimate Fitness. I’m Emma, the director of client relations here.” She sounded like a newscaster and it wasn’t at all what I was expecting from such a young face.
“Is there something you’re looking for? Or are you waiting for a member?”
I found my shoulders tensing up but another smile from Emma put me at ease. I walked up to the marble desk as she pressed something to slide the door shut.
“I guess I’m looking for a membership.” My voice scratched in my throat. “I heard this was a good gym so wanted to check you out. I mean, check the facilities out.” The bright room and Emma’s sharp eyes were very distracting.
“And who did you hear that from?” Her lips pursed before resuming their sweetened smile. “We love hearing good stories about us, of course.”
“One of my neighbors,” I said quickly. “Alena Gustafsson?”
“Ms. Gustafsson told you? That’s very interesting.” Her voice hardened but her honeyed expression remained the same. “We do love hearing that, of course. Normally we do not allow walk-ins but since we aren’t that busy right now, I can show you around. Would you like that?”
My eyes lit up faster than I could control my facial expression. “Sure,” I said in the most disinterested voice I could muster. “That would really help me make the best decision, Emma.” I looked around the room, trying to locate any sign of an exit to the gym. Would she take me back outside?
“Excellent, Mister…?” She stood up to extend a hand and I nearly gasped at the sight of her glorious body. Emma towered over me and her frame was anything but slender. She had the lines of a ballet dancer and the volume of a gymnast. Her billowy blouse was cropped at the stomach, exposing deep-seated abs dusted with veins, and she wore pale tights thin enough to highlight the separations running along her quads.
But it was another part of her that forced me to bite my tongue and shoot my eyes upward. Between Emma’s thighs were two muscular ridges that strained against her tights. This serrated camel toe looked vise grip strong and caused my own growing hardness to fall flat inside my sweats. How was that kind of development even possible?
Looking anywhere but down there, I coughed loudly. “You can call me Adnan.”
“Cool, let’s go, there’s lots to see Adnan!” She sounded briefly like a girl her age before grabbing her phone off the desk and turning to the light switch behind her. The backs of her tights showed off deeply scalloped glutes and hamstrings developed far beyond her years. She waved the phone at the switch and the entire rear wall shifted back and upwards like a garage door, opening up to a massive warehouse filled with machines and alive with activity.
The whole place was bigger on the inside than what you could tell from the street. It clearly spanned the entire block and was easily three stories high. I couldn’t fathom how they kept such a large operation hidden from the outside world but somehow they managed to keep this cavernous facility a secret from all of Peckham Bay.
Loud music thumped and metal clanged as Emma beckoned me through the door. Rows of weight machines and dumbbell racks spread out across the floor while treadmills and stair climbers lined a mirrored wall. Beyond these, gymnastics ropes hung at least forty feet down from the ceiling and further back, barely visible above all the equipment, were the top ropes of a boxing ring.
I wanted to digest the enormity of it all but my gaze drew towards the women working on the machines near me. Tall or short, pale or brown, these girls were brawny, lifting hard, and moving fast. Between the pounding bass and screech of heavy metal sang their powerful grunts and heady shouts. The air hung with sweat and iron and the odd whiff of scented shampoo. I stepped back to breathe as my body shook with the impact of the place and the occasional scream of intense pain.
No one wore a mask and I debated taking mine off. Seeing me shrink back into the foyer, Emma giggled.
“You’ll understand later but there’s like zero chance of getting sick here.” She held out a hand and waited, her expression convincing me to take off my mask and enter the gym again. Her eyes lit up at the sight of my face and I suddenly remembered that I was a pretty awesome looking guy.
There were men here too, not a lot, but enough to put me on alert. They were absolutely massive and dwarfed the women they were coaching. Strangely, none of them were using the equipment themselves.
Emma grinned at my expression, spreading her arms wide. “Impressive, isn’t it? We’ve taken the best equipment from around the world and paired it with the latest advances in exercise research. This whole facility is designed to take our bodies to peak potential, and we have the expert trainers to do it.”
I couldn’t hide how overwhelmed I felt. “This is most incredible gym I’ve ever seen! It looks like you’re training CrossFit, bodybuilders, and Olympians all at the same time.”
Emma paused and shrugged. “We could do that, I guess, but then we’d just be average athletes like them.” She exaggerated the word “athlete” sarcastically. Grabbing my shoulders with unnerving strength, she forced me to face the cardio area. “Our members want far more than that.”
Before getting angry at her manhandling, I stopped to stare at four strapping young women sprinting away on treadmills. Their torsos were rock steady while their arms and legs blurred with speed. Every few seconds they would take in air, chests expanding to nearly burst their tops before slowly deflating as fresh oxygen flooded their bodies. They all had perfect form and there was no doubt their their pace was double my fastest times.
If runner’s training was on the table, maybe I could get something more out of CUF than just meeting women.
Emma waved her hand in front of me. “I can guess your next three questions,” she said, counting her fingers. “No, those aren’t standard treadmills so I wouldn’t suggest you try one. They’ve been running that pace for ten minutes now. And no, they’re not even the fastest members we have.”
She pointed at her legs. “I’m twice as fast as them, due to these babies. They’ll tell you it’s ‘cause I’m half their age, which just means they’re jealous, right?”
“That can’t be true, you’re faster than them?” My stammering garnered a wide grin.
“You’ll see. Time to move on, Adnan.” Emma curled a finger to beckon me forward.
We walked past industrial grade equipment and the jacked women assaulting them. Their male coaches, sporting serious development themselves, egged them on to lift harder and work faster. Spit flew from the men’s mouths and they had no qualms about squeezing a seized muscle or slapping the chests of their trainees.
Their torture seemed to be working, as a hawk-nosed red head took her coach’s slap with a mighty yell and powered up the entire stack of her leg extension machine. Freckled thighs spread wider than her seat as she kept the stack raised for a few seconds before her trainer pushed against the weight to force her legs down. Incredibly, she bounced the stack up again with seemingly less effort.
Beside the red head, an olive-skinned beauty curled a massive barbell with ease. Fat veins and glistening sweat ran down her arms, both popping off her flesh with each rep. She ignored the trainer hollering at her to give me a coy smile as I walked past.
I nodded in return, making a mental note to introduce myself once I got a membership. I could already feel those biceps underneath my fingers.
Emma motioned me to move over, as I had almost walked into the supply cart standing beside the barbell rack. Every trainee had a cart beside them, laden with black pill bottles and trays holding syringes filled with green liquid. The bottom shelves held keg-sized jugs with shaker cups, all unlabelled.
My curiosity exploded but I didn’t want to ask Emma anything that would get me kicked out now. Those mysterious carts confirmed the suspicions I’d had since seeing Adina and the others at the coffee shop but I’d worry about drugs and steroids after I’d signed a gym contract.
I took a more indirect approach, hoping Emma would understand a normal person’s reaction to seeing these women for the first time. “Is this the … super advanced training section?”
Emma stopped and seemed to deflate a little as she turned to face me. “Oh gosh Adnan, no. Not at all.” She chewed her lip, thinking about what to say. “This is the beginners area. Hannah and Nisha there have been with us for two months. These machines are too little for everyone else, including me.”
“Too little? Emma, these weights are enormous!” I couldn’t keep the doubt off my voice. The bodies on Emma and these women were works of art but there were limits to the human physique. Even men would struggle with these weights, let alone more.
“Yeah, of course they are.” She gave a quick flex, her bicep balling up fast and hard. It was smaller than the other women but fibers danced underneath its skin. “I told you we’re not building average athletes here. I outgrew this equipment in six weeks and I haven’t stopped.”
She looked back at Nisha’s ballooning arms working that barbell. “Never will stop either.”
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This story is really good. Each chapter is more intriguing than the last. I'm looking forward to the continuation. It seems like they expected Adnan. Very interesting, indeed.
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The Gym Part 2
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She gripped my shoulders tightly. “Yeeeaah, now the fun begins.”
Pulling me in front of her, leaving little time to process how effortlessly she handled my body, she pressed a palm into my spine. I briefly entertained the idea of resisting until her other arm extended past my head.
“Our advanced members train here.” She pushed me forward but I was too entranced by the striations and veins along her forearm to complain. Pointing at equipment larger and more complex than in the beginner’s area, she cooed in anticipation.
“Their session time just started. We usually keep the beginners away from here but I’m sure its okay to bring you.” Emma waved her hand around and giggled. “Just watch yourself and try not to look them in the eyes.”
“You sound like a zookeeper.” I tried and failed to keep my tone lighthearted. “Should I be worried?”
“A little,” Emma said playfully. She stepped forward to look at my expression and snorted. “Our programs are intense and our members have to step up. And when I say intense, we can get a little out of control sometimes. You can’t imagine what it feels like to lift more than most people one day, then come back to lift more the next day.” She clenched her fists, causing her arms and shoulders to swell.
“But everyone has a life to go back to. Families, kids, jobs.” She looked at me as if sizing me up. “When you sign on with us, it’s a lifetime commitment. We weed out most members in the first few days so if you make a week, we guarantee you’re here for life.”
Her tone made me wonder whether the members had any choice in the matter. Thinking back to Alena Gustafsson’s comment about Charmion providing no refunds, I was suddenly unsure whether I could afford a membership.
Looking past Emma, I immediately decided that I would pay anything to be here. Even sell my condo. The advanced women were the size and shape of professional bodybuilders at the elite level. Bigger than the male coaches back in the beginner’s area, these women heaved up oversized weights and wrapped calloused hands around inch-thick cables supporting hundreds of pounds of steel. Two women around my age clambered up ropes forty feet high using only their arms, while others raced at Olympic speeds around an oval track that was, to my astonishment, filled with sand.
There were no men to be found here, coaches or otherwise. Women trained women, yelling loud enough to drown out the music, and slapping bodies hard enough to leave marks I could see from across the floor. And everywhere sat those carts filled with bottles and syringes and shaker cups, just with bigger shelves and more items.
A few trainees wore t-shirts and leggings, although any attempt at modesty had long left these unrestrainedly muscular bodies. Most had sports bras on and a few wore bikinis. My mind raced taking it all in while also trying to force my dick into submission beneath my sweats.
I looked quickly at Emma but she was gazing at a flame-haired goddess standing inside a rack that looked like it was made out of steel girders. Vascularity exploded across her shoulders as she pressed a barbell with tire-sized plates over her head, screaming loud enough to shake my ears. She lowered the weight to rest against her chest a moment before pushing it up with enough force to rattle the plates.
Across from her, two brunettes with pink-dyed bangs and tattooed arms jumped off benches to face each other. Other than their bodies, they looked like the average school teacher. As they threw back their heads and howled, I counted twice my bodyweight on each of their bench press racks. They crunched down into twin most muscular poses, their sports bras bulging outwards to snap simultaneously down the center, revealing shelves of beefy pectorals that swelled further as I looked away in embarrassment.
Emma said something, oblivious to the intoxicated look on my face, but all I heard was the blood rushing through my head. The tattooed brunettes tore off their ruined sports bras and strode to their supply carts, unscrewing bottles to swallow their contents whole. They followed by plunging syringes of green liquid directly into their stomachs and pouring thick, lumpy substances from the shaker bottles into their salivating mouths.
In horrid fascination, I watched them massage each other’s bare chests. Their calloused fingers buckled as they tried digging into stone-hard pectorals to trigger more blood flow. Veins emerged beneath their fingers, multiplying like wildfire across their chests and shoulders, and shooting down their abs. The taller woman smirked and tugged at a bra remnant caught in her companion’s muscle cleavage. She pulled harder until it came away with a snap.
Both of them shuddered as the vascularity across their chests exploded in size. With pectorals visibly twitching, they separated and sat down to straddle their benches. Whimpering and gritting teeth, they looked down in rapturous wonder as their inflamed chests grew larger.
By the time they laid back under the bars, their pectorals were obscuring their heads.
I tried and failed to think of a logical explanation for what was happening. These were plain-looking women who had somehow turned themselves into muscular beasts. One of them even looked like an admin from work. I did not want to go down the path of picturing Karen’s head on top of all that she-beef, although the hardness in my sweats said otherwise.
Emma had stopped speaking, brow furrowed. “Did you understand all that, Adnan?”
Swallowing quickly, I spoke the first thought that came to mind. “You mentioned something about eating?”
She looked at me strangely before nodding vigorously. “That’s my favorite part! Our sessions are tough, as you can see, and we expect everyone to get as strong as possible, as fast as possible. Food is the important factor here so we give everyone a meal plan that they must be 100% compliant on. It’s included in the fee, of course.”
She waved her hand at the groaning, spitting, bulging women around us. “It’s too complicated to get into but on average, we require about four thousand calories. Mostly protein and carbs and we don’t forget the fats. Even though we’re shredded, we still love the fats.” She grinned at her humor but it faltered at my shocked expression.
“You eat that many calories a day?” I looked at her lean figure suspiciously.
“No silly.” Emma smirked. “We eat four thousand per meal. You’re literally seeing our workouts now, how do you think we fuel them?” She pointed to the spectacular brunettes. “Those beauties you were ogling weigh two hundred and twenty pounds each and it’s almost all solid muscle. You think they eat carrots for lunch?”
Emma burst out laughing and my face flushed. She caught me leering and I had to stop acting like a creepy old dude. I was weirding myself out too. I accepted the fact that I had grown to like athletic physiques but these women were beyond the impossible. A strange mix of revulsion and fascination flooded my brain but the fire in my gut knew the unequivocal truth.
“I— I don’t know what to think, Emma.” I looked at the athletes around me in a new light. Whatever it takes, indeed. “That’s a lot of food but it looks like its paying off.”
Emma nodded and motioned for us to continue our tour at the rear of the facility. She explained her own nutrition plan and how her parents hated buying new fridges and home gym gear every few months. Even though she had a dorm at college, she went home every night to fuel up and do her fourth workout of the day.
She paused at the loud thuds coming from two bronzed and sweaty women warriors as they collided on wrestling mats set up around a boxing ring. Both completely naked, their strapping bodies pressed and slid against each other as they battled for dominance. The smaller woman wrapped her hands around her opponent’s core and tried to leverage her down but it was like trying to topple a telephone pole. The larger girl simply lifted the other fully into the air and bellowed.
A thud rippled through the air again and I realized it wasn’t coming from the wrestlers. Looking up into the boxing ring, a mousy and terrifically ripped girl was taking punches to the stomach from a colossally tall woman. The larger blonde looked like she could eat any one of us for breakfast but her ham-sized fists simply bounced off the younger girl’s abs each and every time. And every time, the mousy girl would crunch down hard enough to cause her apple-sized abs to protrude further from her stomach.
“I hate it when she shows off but you gotta admit, Savana’s impressive.” Emma grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to face her. I calculated how many times she could get away with demonstrating her strength on me before I got upset. There weren’t many left.
Oblivious, Emma lifted her blouse and pointed to her stomach. “She’s my trainer, so I’m excited to see where she can take these pop sockets.” She twisted her torso to bring her scalloped serratus muscles to life. Emma’s abs weren’t as deep as the girl in the ring but they were far more vascular.
I swallowed hard, itching to reach out and touch that cobblestoned stomach. “That’s already impressive Emma, if you get any more shredded, you’ll disappear.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet!” She beamed appreciatively and I took that as a sign she liked to be flattered. If Emma held the keys to membership, I needed my brain to work harder than my dick.
Clearing my throat, I moved close enough to Emma that she had to tilt her head down to look at me. To her credit, she didn’t back away or look worried. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy her height advantage.
Putting on my best earnest grin and breathing deep enough to raise my chest, it was time to get my membership. “Why aren’t there any guys working out? Do they have a different time slot?”
Emma looked puzzled. “There aren’t any male trainees at all. The only men at Charmion are coaches and support staff and even the coaches are only capable of training beginners. If there were enough women strong enough to keep up with our newbies, we wouldn’t need men at all.”
My stomach fell as she spoke and I grew annoyed. “If I can’t get a membership, why are you giving me a tour?”
She paused to consider my question and looked around conspiratorially. “Because it’s a slow day and I felt like it. Probably.” She bent down to tweak my nose and gave me the same smirk as before. I grabbed her arm to pull it away then snatched my hand back quickly. Her body was solid steel and I had no hope of pulling or pushing any part of it away.
At my touch, her eyes grew cold enough to send shivers down my spine.
With cold certainty, I realized that Emma had been in control the moment I walked through the gym’s door. She had never asked about how I had a key fob to get in nor did she let on that this was a women’s-only club. Given the feel of her rock-hard body, she could have thrown me out at any time yet chose to pursue this fake tour.
“Come on Adnan, I can see you trying to figure things out.” Her eyes lit up again and she pointed back towards the entrance. “Just one more stop and we’re done.”
In for a penny, in for a pound. This far from the exit, there was no choice but to follow Emma’s lead.
“Okay Emma, but I’m meeting someone in ten minutes so we need to hurry.” My attempt to sound like I was master of my own domain sounded feeble to even my ears.
“Sure, of course you are.” Emma bounded away and I followed slowly, trying to drink in the sights without catching anyone’s eye. Something felt very wrong. Knowing these uber-muscled women actually existed had upended my world entirely but why didn’t they allow men here?
“Hey, I need a real answer to this.” I jumped forward to grab at Emma’s arm but my fingers barely made an impression against her tightly-cabled triceps. She sighed and turned around, her expression clarifying who had stopped whom.
“If you don’t accept men, shouldn’t I just leave now?”
Emma pursed her lips and looked languidly over my head. She was teasing and I felt my blood starting to boil again.
“There’s one way that might work,” she spoke slowly and scratched her chin, thinking. “But it’s just a guess and it’s never been done. I might get into trouble too.” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
“I’ll do anything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen, Emma,” I said in my most heartfelt voice.
“That’s cool. I’ve been here long enough to know that it ain’t easy to hire someone like me.” She grinned and stood even taller. “I’m young and still in school, so I’m cheap. There’s also no one else my age that wants to get absolutely freak-level jacked like I do. I’m going to win the Ms. Olympia. Getting that visibility will launch my career and burst this place at the seams.”
“That’s a surprising goal for someone so young.” I winced at her expression of disgust.
“Dude, there’s more of us than you think. And I’ve wanted this for like for my entire life. I’m already stronger than some of women here and most of the men.” She frowned and lowered her voice. “My problem is that they don’t allow us to talk about Charmion outside and they definitely won’t let anyone compete. But given enough time, I’ll figure out a way around their rules.”
I was impressed by Emma’s determination but I had a more immediate concern.
“Why are you doing this? Why help me?”
Narrowing her eyes, she leaned to touch her forehead to mine. It was the smoothest skin I’ve ever felt and her hair fell around my ears.
“You turned out to be a pretty cool dude,” she whispered. “You’re the only person I’ve met that didn’t start out talking about my muscles. Even my parents bring it up all the time. And you didn’t make fun of any of the ladies here. That’s a good look, my friend.”
Excitement shot through my stomach and tingled up my spine. I had turned Emma to my side!
“So what’s that option you’re talking about?”
She straightened and walked towards a set of double doors close to the cardio area. “I’m hoping it’s in here!”
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Nice! Its good to see the story up and running again. Hopefully Adnan can find some way to a membership!
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I did not want to go down the path of picturing Karen’s head on top of all that she-beef, although the hardness in my sweats said otherwise.
Who's Karen? Did you mean Kayla?
Regardless, it's good to see this story continue.
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Thanks for the feedback! "Karen" refers to the office admin mentioned in the previous sentence, if that helps.
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Thanks for the feedback! "Karen" refers to the office admin mentioned in the previous sentence, if that helps.
Oh, now that I've reread it, it's kind of obvious!
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I wonder what Emma is planning. Great work.
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The Cooldown Room
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We entered a long room with a low ceiling, stark white like the foyer, except the side wall had “Charmion's Ultimate Fitness” stenciled in blood-red script with a black dumbbell graphic underneath. It was the only branding I’d seen in the entire facility. Four leather recliners sat in a circle near us, with a tall equipment rack between them. The middle of the room contained the dented hulks of two stripped-down cars facing each other and several reinforced concrete pipes, the kind used for sewer systems.
The floor was made of textured white rubber and I could smell a mix of commercial cleaning products and citrus shampoo. Unlike the main gym, mellow sounds of meditation music and ocean waves floated through the air and I found the noise in my brain disappear and my shoulders relax. Even my dick decided to calm down.
Then I realized there were other people in here.
Hannah, the hawk-nosed red head with the massive legs, lounged in one of the recliners. Her glorious thighs and calves fanned out over the leather like satiny sandbags. Beyond the cars, on the far side of the room, two large tables had been loaded with stock pots and steam trays in sizes you would find at restaurants. The tabletops looked to be made of long sections of railway tracks welded together. An odd choice but it fit the gym’s industrial-strength aesthetic.
Between us and the food sat the largest human being I had ever seen.
The mountainous figure wore a dark t-shirt that hid little of the disturbingly distended backside underneath. There was so much mass to take in that my brain immediately knew that this was a guy, perhaps Charmion’s owner or her husband. His arms were twin columns of bloated beef, rippling constantly as they worked away at the items on the table. Adding to this mesmerizing size were thick veins coiling and curving around his bronzed flesh and bulging through his shirt. The stretched material was torn around his milk-carton traps and he had a black woolen hat embroidered with “CUF” pulled over a buzzcut of dark hair.
Jammed under the table, his legs were thick enough to partially lift the rolled-steel surface and cast-iron legs off the floor. The arcs of his hamstrings and quads spilled over the chair and were visibly separated despite their turgid mass. His lower legs were bowed out enough to stretch the backs of his football-sized calves. The tiny pink lifting shoes made the scene even more absurd, although I doubted anyone had the courage to make fun of them.
I could tell he was hungry by the rapid munching and slurping sounds flung across the room. Occasionally, he’d extend an arm to envelope a tray of chicken or fish. Between the tables sat a supply cart like the others but this one held additional glass jars of red liquid.
The whole scene rooted me to the floor in awe and Emma’s comment kept me silent. I didn’t lose control over the women outside and I wouldn’t lose control in here. Emma wasn’t saying anything, letting me soak it all in, so maybe this was another test. To gauge my reaction to this decadent display of muscle obsession.
My young tour guide had a look of pure worship on her face. She was into this guy! Her expression sent a chill down my spine as the pieces fell into place. Emma’s mysterious option, the reason she gave me this tour, was to get me on the same program as that monster over there. Turn me into a freak. She already knew I had no problem with insane female physiques, so why not build herself a partner to match?
My skin crawled as Emma gently grasped my shoulder. She motioned towards Hannah on the recliner, who looked fast asleep beneath a baseball cap, sunglasses, and headphones.
“So this is pretty cool,” Emma said, her eyes gleaming under the ceiling lights. “An optional service we provide is this little baby right here. We call her Beyonce.” She giggled and rested her chin on top of the equipment rack between the chairs. It looked like a mix of computer servers and air conditioners, with grills and pipes and fans stacked in layers. Thin tubes carrying silver-flecked liquid spiraled from the bottom shelf to run across the floor to Hannah’s chair. They ran up and fed into her forearms and thighs through tiny needles puckering her skin.
“What’s she doing?” My voice cracked, still thinking about Emma’s endgame here. Behind us, trays clattered together and someone grumbled.
Emma beamed. “All our ladies put so much work into their muscles that we designed this machine to help them show off. Suntanning and fake baking are cosmetic only and we don’t believe in surface-level changes here. Beyonce does all that work for you but makes it permanent.”
She pointed at the tube running into Hannah’s forearm. Bronze freckles around the injection site were spreading and growing in size, collecting with other patches to cover her arm in a perfect tan. The larger patches on her legs took on a satin glow, as if she was standing under stage lights. Sure enough, it was easier to pick out the individual heads of her quadriceps.
“We adjust for skin tone and type, of course,” Emma continued. “Not everyone is as fair-skinned as she is.” Emma pointed to Hannah’s headphones and glasses. “Our mental health training is not an option though. Gaining that much size and strength quickly can result in some, well, emotional difficulties.”
Her eyes flicked over to the ravenous behemoth behind us.
Clearing her throat, she added, “Confidence comes with strength, naturally, but all of us want to go home to our parents, partners, and kids safely. We also get trained on how to answer the difficult questions about our choices.”
Watching Hannah’s skin change was both fascinating and disturbing. She was turning into a stage-ready bodybuilder before my eyes, although not as ripped, and I didn’t know if I wanted the same for myself. I liked running and keeping in shape but I also liked interacting with normal people in normal ways. Which only confirmed that I couldn’t agree to Emma’s intended plan.
Not wanting to wake up Hannah, I whispered to Emma, “Who’s the big guy over there, the owner?”
A loud crash cut off her answer, causing both of us to jump and turn. The musclehead had dropped a stock pot, spilling rice everywhere. To my surprise, another woman rose up from behind the behemoth, a thin-lipped blonde as muscular as the chesty brunettes in the other room. She spoke in hushed tones and made calming gestures with her hands.
The musclehead burped loudly, sounding more like a bear’s growl. The blonde pursed her lips and made herself busy at the supply cart while he lifted the table and swung his legs outward to stand up. His body rose higher until he stood a good head above the woman. The rear of this colossus was even more impressive standing, with thick arcs of muscle sweeping out from his back and boulder-sized glutes working their way out of his shorts. His black clothing was a mere shadow against the bulging and carved muscle meat stacked between woolen cap and pink shoes.
Emma was similarly transfixed but eventually cleared her throat. “That’s not exactly the owner —” she bit her lip. “I’m not sure how to describe it. The blonde is our best coach, Tia. She’s amazing.” Energy returned to her voice. “I’m on her waiting list but it’s like, years long so I don’t know what’ll happen but I’m working hard so she’ll notice me.”
Emma grabbed my arm like she had forgotten her own strength. “Let’s go over there,” she said, dragging me towards the junk car bodies. They were stripped to the metal and sitting atop steel girders, with scrapes and dents over their frames and sections bent at odd angles. Tia and the musclehead were oblivious to our presence. The coach was adjusting a syringe hooked up to a thin tube connected to a glass jar. It was filled with shimmering red liquid.
“We call this the cooldown room because some of our members need a more … intense end to their workouts.” Emma bounced on her toes. “You probably noticed a lot of aggression out there. Most members stretch or use the headphone therapy as their post-workout but we need these babies to help the others.”
She tapped a car frame lightly.
“I don’t get it, these are just crappy old wrecks.” I eyed the steel frame closely. “Did someone crash these on purpose?”
Suddenly, a lot of things happened at once.
A loud clang hit my eardrums as Emma blasted her fist into the car door. The impact left a deep cavity and she giggled nervously while making sure to see if Tia noticed.
My body rattled again as the musclehead bellowed in pain. Tia had plunged the syringe directly into his midsection, draining the jar quickly as his body soaked up the red liquid. The veins across the backs of his arms and legs gorged themselves on red fire, popping along his skin and tearing through his shirt. His head reared back, loosening the woolen hat to let amber-brown hair spill forth parallel to the fibers splitting down his shirt.
As the tears widened, I saw a thin string of blue underneath, riding horizontally across massive lats. It bobbed and stretched in time with the shuddering body beneath. As back muscles convulsed, the shirt tore open and an equally wide pit formed in the bottom of my stomach.
It was a women’s bikini.
“Get this off me.” The voice was silken and rough, melody and discord.
It was Kayla.
She didn’t bother to wait for coach Tia, tearing off the remains of her shirt to reveal growing, glistening hunks of triceps. She grunted and bent forward as globes of muscle broke through her shorts while the thick ropes of her hamstrings expanded and tightened. Brawn-filled calves shivered into sharper, more angular shapes, shooting sweat to the floor.
Kayla’s body seized in pain as veins fattened up the insides of her legs and sprouted across the landscape of her back. She fell against the table and gripped the iron hard enough to dent the surface. As she turned her muscle-injected body to face the room, I felt an anvil slam into my chest.
Kayla’s fresh face was unchanged, a tiny portrait of beauty jacked up on her new, massive anatomy. Pecs the size of pumpkins burst off her chest, fed by dense ribbons of muscle and riddled with vascularity that claimed more flesh as the red liquid continued its work. Her sparking blue bikini pulled tighter around her breasts and I was shocked to see she still had them, given how shredded the rest of her was. They looked comically tiny but I realized they hadn’t shrank, rather the rest of her had grown. Including her nipples and areola that were disproportionately larger and visible through her bikini.
The enormity of her chest and shoulders amplified the taper of her torso, forming an exaggerated hourglass from head to thighs. Kayla’s extreme conditioning had bloated every muscle belly far past every insertion, turning her body into a living and profound anatomy chart.
Euphoric over herself, Kayla eyed the syringe embedded in her stomach. Raising her hands behind her head, she clenched her jaw and inhaled deeply, vacuuming in her stomach fast enough to cause an audibly wet snap. Her bronzed skin sunk deep past her eight-pak abs and popped out the syringe.
“Oh my God,” she drawled deeply, patting the small red spot fading on her stomach. The liquid had wreaked havoc on her body but it left behind mass and vascularity. “That was the best session yet, Tia.” Her voice had a little of the light tone I remembered but it was dominated by a throaty bass now, like echoes in a long tunnel.
“We’ll go harder next time, right?” She idly crunched her pecs. “You had too much time between sets. I want it down to ten seconds. And too little distance on the treadmill. If I’m not hitting a hundred miles a day, my bodyfat will suffer.” She raised a leg to inspect the chiseled insides of her thighs and pointed it straight at me.
Realizing there were other people in the room, Kayla’s lips pressed together in annoyance. Recognizing me, she blushed a little and took a tentative step before freezing. The amount of muscle she had packed on over the year took my breath away. I actually felt anxious standing so close to such an imposing physique but also felt a strong twitch in my groin as it soaked in all that bronzed and bulging flesh. It was like my desires were being cranked up to eleven.
Kayla’s eyes bored down into mine while she turned her head slightly towards Tia. “So coach, that makes me three hundred and ninety now?” It’s like she had read my thoughts. My neck cramped looking up at her face but I wouldn’t take a step backwards. I knew her too well to be intimidated now.
Tia tapped at a phone on the supply cart and swallowed hard. Glancing at Emma first, she held up the screen to Kayla. “Actually, you’re closer to four hundred ten,” the coach whispered in a shaky voice. My mouth dropped open and I heard Emma suck in a breath. Only Kayla seemed unsurprised. “You gained a lot of lean tissue this week, so we need to be very careful. You’re into elite sumo territory now but they have the advantage of far more fat stores than you have.”
“You think a sumo wrestler wouldn’t want to be as diced as me if they could?” Kayla pumped her fist high before beating it against her abs, sounding like an axe hitting redwood. “I could feel my muscle grow as we lifted today, Tia. Feel myself getting more jacked. I haven’t felt that in weeks.” She extended her arm again, this time fast enough that I didn’t realize she was jabbing at me. Her knuckles brushed my nose as I gazed down the length of her mighty arm, veins and fibers dancing before my eyes. I forced myself to stand still and not show any shock over the size of her fist or the unblemished bronze of her skin.
Pressure lifted off my back and I wobbled unsteadily. Glancing sideways, I saw Emma’s hand dart away. Apparently I did need some help standing upright.
“What the hell are you doing here, Adnan,” Kayla growled. The timbre of her voice broke through my chest and rocked my spine. She lowered her fist but her magnificent presence sent shards of fear into my stomach. The disconnect between the girl I used to know and this towering beast was nearly breaking me.
Without reason or thought, I turned and bolted for the door, making use of all that running training. I heard three loud thuds — was Kayla jumping across the room or walking? — and almost reached the exit before a hand wrapped around my shoulder and twisted. My body lifted on an angle as I was flipped around to bang against something impossibly hard. My nose bent across sweat-slick skin smelling of salt and musk and lavender.
Blinking away the perspiration my eyes, I gazed upon the silken and serrated depths of Kayla’s cleavage. It looked like two medicine balls forged out of iron and welded together. The span of her glorious chest was wider than a doorway and taller than my head. It was like standing next to a cliff face except Kayla was holding me off the floor with one hand.
I tried to push away but my hands slid off the hardened stack of her abs and caused more sweat to fall from her and onto me.
She spoke again, her voice vibrating both our bodies. “Emma, get over here and explain this.”
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I knew "the largest human being [he] had ever seen" that he assumed was a man was going to be a woman (it's one of my favorite fmg tropes), but, for some reason, it never occurred to me that it was going to be Kayla. I honestly don't know where it's going to go from here, but I can't wait to find out.
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I had a feeling that Kayla was involved with the gym, but I didn't excpect her to be so enormous. I'm also wondering about who founded and owns the gym and how they were able to develop and finance all those methods and technology to turn normal women into musclebound amazons in such a short amount of time (since Kayla went from a normal woman to an enormous bodybuilder in the span of a year). I can't wait to see where the story goes next.
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I knew "the largest human being [he] had ever seen" that he assumed was a man was going to be a woman (it's one of my favorite fmg tropes), but, for some reason, it never occurred to me that it was going to be Kayla. I honestly don't know where it's going to go from here, but I can't wait to find out.
Thanks! That's one of my favorite tropes too.
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The Cooldown Room Part 2
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Emma, my willing chaperone, bounced lightly over to us while Kayla waited, her pink shoes sinking into the rubberized floor.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t let him walk away!” The young girl twisted her hands. “I know guys aren’t allowed here but he didn’t even blink at my muscles! No rude jokes about anyone else either.”
Kayla’s brow furrowed as she released me, causing me to stumble. I used the opportunity to step back and give her physique a wider berth. Her face looked slightly different than I remembered, as if someone had taken a chisel carve out higher cheekbones, deepen her eyes, and lengthen her chin. I couldn’t tell whether her sculpted looks were the result of plastic surgery or some mysterious process here. Either way, Kayla was shockingly gorgeous.
She tapped a fingernail against her quad, thinking about something, so naturally I couldn’t help but look down at her pumped-up legs. The sight nearly made me gag in revulsion.
The triangle of Kayla’s bikini bottom was engulfed by the striated ridges of her outer labia, the thin material vacuumed tight against pure muscle. Her entire pussy was sinewed and fleshy, fed by tuberous veins creeping down her abs and up the insides of her legs .
“Oh, for the love of God, Adnan.” Kayla’s voice wrenched my eyes upward to see her smirking. “You’re actually getting a hard-on in front this young woman.” She nodded towards my sweats, which didn’t feel so loose anymore. “You might as well get used to these reactions from men, Emma, especially when you show them how strong you are down there.”
Emma didn’t respond but she gave Kayla a look that said she knew already.
“Now that you’re here, might as well see what you want.” Kayla gestured for me to follow and started walking back to the dining table. Coach Tia had left and I debated whether to join my newly enlarged friend or do the wise thing and scramble out of there.
Kayla looked back and winked like she used to, so Emma and I joined her.
“Where do you want to start, buddy?” Her throaty voice saying my old nickname felt wrong. Like a song you’ve listened to a thousand times and still misheard the lyrics. “Why I left the agency?”
Watching Kayla’s monstrous legs bulge and recede with every step, I stammered, “Well, I—“
“No. You want to know how I got this juicy body.” She stopped at the reinforced concrete pipe closest to one of the junk cars. The pipe was six feet across easily, with walls thicker than my leg. “It’s easier to show you.”
Kayla gave us a sly look and slid her feet into a wide boxing stance. Her fist hammered out, splitting the concrete with a loud crack. Faster than I could process, she spun around and lashed out at the car, the impact lifting its frame off the steel girders underneath.
Emma started clapping then muttered, “Oh no” as Kayla doubled over in pain and screamed. Her chest blasted outwards into unreal muscular proportions as her melon-shaped deltoids doubled in size, each one splitting into three distended arcs of sectioned muscle. The sounds from her mouth changed to deep growls and piercing shrieks, like a demon had been unleashed. Vascularity lit up across the landscape of her skin, growing thicker along her limbs and forking off her chest to corkscrew over her neck and jawline. Her abs convulsed as the veins along their surface multiplied downward, causing the ridges of Kayla’s pussy to split deeper and denser.
Kayla stopped screaming and fell forward against the car frame. Sweat streamed down her body to soak her shoes and the floor, her bikini a transparent afterthought punctured through by longer nipples and harder striations between her glutes. Her body had ballooned in size and was carved deeper with definition. Every fiber under her skin had mutated into massive proportions, turning her muscular hourglass into a symphony of cable-thick sinews and overgrown veins.
She sank to her knees and for a brief moment, I thought about helping her. Then her frame shook with laughter.
“I love this place!” Kayla threw back her head and roared, the sound rumbling through my skull. Stretching wide, she grabbed the car frame at the front and back window pillars, her lats spreading out like pneumatic sails. Grunting loudly, her back exploded into hyper-striated sections as she crushed the car between her and lifted it off the floor. The screech of collapsing metal echoed off the walls and both Emma and I covered our ears.
“Kayla!” I ran to the heaving muscle beast and waved my hands. Her eyes were euphoric as she gazed at her handiwork. “I get your point, you don’t have to do this!”
Her hulking traps shifted as she looked down at me. “I kinda do, buddy.” Her voice was smoother and deeper than before. But she also sounded very calm. “The whole point of this room is for us to take out our aggressions after training. Or in my case, help consume whatever’s left of the red stuff inside me.”
Kayla let the ruined car down slowly, her eyes widening as she saw the immensity of her biceps and forearms. Taking a long step back, she whispered, “I think that’s it for now, Emma. Fuck, that was amazing.” Pushing wet strands of hair away from her eyes, she looked down at herself and laughed.
“Oh my God, Emma, look at these muscles.”
The young girl’s expression was a mixture of rapture and horror. This pumped-up monstrosity was a far cry from before. “I— I didn’t know our supplements could do that.” Emma chewed her lip, looking down at her own physique. “Do you feel okay?”
The female musclebeast stood tall. “Yeah, I think so. Tired. But I feel so much stronger. So much bigger.” Brushing her abs, the sweat came off in sheets to run down her legs. Curling a finger towards Emma, she said, “You know what to do, right?”
“Oh geez Kayla, do I have to in front of him?” Emma gave me a pained look. “I already got him thinking I’m super strong.”
“Emma, if I taught you anything it’s that you never need anyone’s approval.” Kayla’s eyes narrowed. “And to never keep me waiting.”
The young girl’s fist shot out, hitting Kayla’s stomach with a sticky thump.
“Holy shit, your abs are huge now!” Emma palmed a section of Kayla’s stomach and it looked like she was holding a bronze grapefruit. “And so much harder!” Emma squeezed the muscle before pulling back again. Her fist landed solidly again but the massive woman only grinned. “Oh my God, I can actually feel your veins. They’re like pipes.”
Kayla’s eyebrows shot upwards as she looked down. “Oh crap, I can’t even see past my pecs anymore.” She tried spreading apart the two sides of her bulging chest but it was like trying to move basketballs filled with iron. “Look at how dense they are, Emma!” She gave up and simply brushed her hands down her stomach.
“You’re right, they’re super hard.” Her face broke into a wide smile, highlighting the veins that had grown around her jaw and chin. She slid her hands slid lower, reveling in the steely bumps of her abs. “Damn Emma, I got a ten-pack now girl. Tia said I could never achieve this but look at me.”
The teenager pouted and thumped her own stomach. “You’ll get there soon enough little babies,” she whispered to herself. Bouncing back on her feet, she set her jaw and said, “Let’s try that again.”
Emma launched herself towards the cracked concrete pipe, her fist breaking clear through.
“I mean, I already broke it—“ Kayla’s words cut off as Emma landed a furious barrage of punches into her stomach. She jerked back in surprise before realizing the young girl’s blows felt like tiny slaps.
As Emma’s face grew red with effort, Kayla blew across her fingernails and looked at me. “They brought these cars and concrete in here for me. They told everyone later that it was to manage their post-workout aggression, which became true as our supplements were refined, but I was the first. They really didn’t want anyone else tearing another squat rack in two.”
My mouth dropped as Kayla balled her meaty fist. Emma, exhausted, fell back and collapsed against my shoulder. I staggered under her surprising weight, reflexively reaching around to hold her up and finding my fingers bunching up her cottony blouse instead. Emma’s body was like granite obelisk and my spine shouted in protest.
“I demolished that rack, Adnan.” Kayla ignored my struggle. “They warned me that I’d get too aggressive when I went off program with training and supplementation. But unlike everyone else, I asked questions and researched everything to build up the confidence to create my own plan. Then I started overdosing and they threatened to cancel my membership.” She shrugged her titanic shoulders and sighed. “The owners were going to take legal action when I found their experimental stuff but by that point, I was so much bigger and more confident. Half of them were scared, half wanted to see what I could do.”
Kayla finally noticed Emma draped over my body and blinked. “Girl, you’re crushing my poor friend. You can go now, Adnan and I have more to talk about.”
Emma grumbled and grouched, her breath tickling my ears, but eventually she lifted herself off me. “Awww, okay then. I’m really sorry I let him in, it won’t happen again.”
Before bouncing away, Emma mouthed something to me that I could barely make out. Her eyes darted to the doors and it seemed like she said, “Get out. Now.”
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Thanks! That's one of my favorite tropes too.
It gets to the heart of the appeal of these female muscle growth stories. You think only a man could get huge? Well, this person's huger and she's a woman!
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The Cooldown Room Part 3
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Kayla walked me back towards the rolled steel dining tables, her feet leaving deep imprints in the floor. She moved with a clumsy swaying motion as she navigated the distended bulk of her thighs. Angling sideways, she settled her enormous physique into a chair, it’s thick iron legs bending outwards. Dwarfing the table, she tried to shimmy her thighs underneath but ended up raising the whole thing off the floor, sending trays of food crashing.
“Don’t worry about those, Tia will clean them up.” She grabbed handfuls of meat, having to reach around her medicine ball-sized pecs bulging over the table. Her forearms crackled with definition and biceps swelled with the slightest effort. There were dozens of cooked chicken breasts on the table, and several stock pots filled with rice, broccoli, and hard-boiled eggs. Kayla’s brow furrowed in concentration as she flexed her fingers and worked her jaw between every mouthful, as if working out the kinks of her larger physiology.
“Have a seat, buddy, I won’t eat you.” Her foot shot out to kick the chair opposite her against the wall, leaving a large crack in the cement. At the same time, the massive rolled-steel surface of the table jumped up, rattling the remaining trays of food.
“Oh shit!” Chicken fell from Kayla’s mouth as she stared at the wall in shock. Raising a hand to her lips, she swore again as her biceps bloated in size to block her forearm. Veins pulsed as she tried to bend her arm further and the right hemisphere of her chest quivered and snapped with effort. Face turning red, she finally relaxed her arm on the table, it’s girth dominating the stock pots beside her.
“Oh my God. That hasn’t happened in months.” She looked at both arms and pecs in awe. Seeing my shocked expression, she smiled. “The treatments here do more than increase size and strength, they boost the contractile speed of our muscles. Usually it’s a small gain but my body has surprised me once again. I can actually feel every muscle fiber.”
Trying not to stare, I failed miserably while she spoke. Even sitting relaxed, every muscle group on Kayla’s torso was throbbing. Minute pulses pushed out the striations across her pecs and shoulders while the scalloped sections of her triceps breathed on the backs of her arms.
Kayla’s cheeks flushed as she looked coyly up at me. “It certainly looks like you want to eat me, buddy. Maybe something to think about later.” She extended her arm gingerly towards another tray of chicken. “Grab another chair and join me, I promise I’ll know my own strength soon.”
I eyed her warily and dragged another chair to sit across from her. Kayla grinned around mouthfuls of protein. Trying to ignore her hulking chest, I stared at her forehead and hair. Her new facial features took my breath away but the sight of all that food churned my stomach.
Seeing my nose twitch, Kayla swung a chicken breast in front of me. “Eighteen thousand calories has to come from somewhere, right? If you think the workouts are crazy, you won’t believe the diet plan necessary to pack on all this lean mass.” She idly cupped the underside of her bikini with a greasy hand, her palm dwarfed by the jutting beef of her pecs.
She slid a tray towards me, titling her chin as a peace offering. I was nowhere near hungry, as my stomach was in knots, but I picked up a piece of broccoli anyways.
Kayla grunted and continued her story.
“The agency was the breaking point. I never told you that I applied for that account manager position when the pandemic started. The partners said I was the best creative director internally but was weak in front of clients. No confidence, apparently.” She paused to pick out a piece of rice between her teeth. “I was furious! I was the most qualified person there but I had no choice but to bite the bullet, smile, and get back to work.”
“Couldn’t you make a better case? The partners have always been reasonable with me.” Talking about work meant I could focus on Kayla’s words and not the mammoth traps flanking her ears.
She stopped chewing to pin me with a frosty look. “Adnan, you’re a guy. They don’t treat you the same way they treated me.” She frowned and continued eating. “The worst part was my boyfriend agreed with them. You met Tyler before, right?”
I nodded, remembering the few nights we got together to play video games. Kayla had always fallen asleep early.
“That asshole took their side and said I needed to be more assertive. After all the times he complained about me being too bossy or demanding, all of a sudden Mr. Career Advice was telling me to never take no for an answer.” She shook a large finger at me, grease dripping onto the table. “Do you know how many times women are punished for speaking up? For being too assertive?”
I looked at her with some empathy but didn’t know how this related to her joining Charmion’s Ultimate Fitness. Being passed over for a job wasn’t a good reason to torture and turn yourself into a grotesque caricature of a human being.
“That really sucks Kayla, I had no idea.” I winced at how small my voice sounded next to hers. Clearing my throat, I added, “I would’ve helped if you’d asked.”
She paused with half a chicken breast between her lips. “You’re no better than Tyler. Remember Sushi Zen? I just wanted to talk to a friend, while you Mr. Big Dick, wanted a hot date.”
“Please Kayla, I thought we had something between us, that’s all.” I didn’t say that the sight of her now sent hot lava into my gut and pushed my dick up hard against my sweats. I just hoped my face wasn’t turning red trying to keep it together.
She frowned and murmured something under her breath. “Maybe you’re right but I was so done with it. Three other guys hit on me that day and on top of breaking up with Tyler, I had to make a choice.” Kayla wiped her hands against the steel tabletop and pulled a pot of rice closer. “I could find another shallow guy or figure out myself first.”
This was getting interesting. I had felt the same way after Sushi Zen. Seeing that female bodybuilder nearly burst out of her dress had kicked off my own journey towards accepting what I really wanted in a woman.
“So that’s when you joined Charmion?” I leaned forward and picked up some broccoli. It was ice cold.
Kayla snorted. “Dude, I signed up before the pandemic. Why do you think I recommended your condo to you? I’d been researching the area and saving money for Charmion for like a year.”
“That’s not possible K, we literally worked beside each other, sat on video calls together.” I pointed at the vein-riddled hemispheres of her chest, each beef-injected muscle jutting far across the table. “I would’ve noticed all this.”
“Buddy, you’re always so stuck in your own world, you never notice anyone else.” Kayla pushed some trays around before settling on one and picking it up. Chewing her lip, she carefully lifted the cell phone underneath, trying not to crush it. She passed it over, forcing me to acknowledge just how big her hand was.
“Feel free to scroll, it’s already open to my check-in album for coach Tia.” She went back to eating but eyed me carefully as I swiped the screen.
There was Kayla as I knew her, phone held up in her bedroom to take a mirror selfie of the cute blouse and loose shorts she used to wear before the pandemic. My heart swelled with surprising intensity and I couldn’t tell if it was because I had a crush on her back then or due to the far more muscular version in front of me.
The next image showed off her lean and petite figure in a blue bathing suit, the one every guy talked about after our agency pool parties. Moving along, I let out a slow breath as Kayla wore the same bikini but her body lost weight and gained definition. The timestamps indicated these were taken before the pandemic, proving her point about my cluelessness.
“Damn Kayla, you changed really fast.” If I’d had known she was hiding that body under her work clothes, I’d have spent way more time at her cubicle.
“You should see the expression on your face, buddy.” Kayla grinned as I scrolled through more tantalizing selfies. When the date jumped ahead a few months, I looked up at her in confusion. It made sense given what I now knew about CUF but seeing the stark difference in pictures was shocking.
“I know where you’re at now,” Kayla said. “You’re probably wondering how I kept that juicy physique hidden from you.” I nodded silently. “The pandemic and working from home helped, for sure. I stopped taking selfies just before breaking up with Tyler because he made me feel ashamed of my body. With him gone and the results too good, I started up again.”
Frowning, I held the phone up to her. “That’s not what surprised me. This is the night we met for sushi, the night you basically told me to eff off.” The screen showed Kayla in the loose blue sweater and jeans she wore to Sushi Zen, mask hanging around her neck.
“Oh yeah,” she said, using a finger to swipe at the phone. “Look now.”
The next image was taken hours later but this time, she was at home wearing a bra and underwear, with the same mask hanging around her neck. Her entire body was shockingly ripped, with four blocks of muscle popping out of her stomach and deep lines etched into her quads. Her calves were disproportionately large and had a hard angularity that made them visible from the front.
That body was the ideal I was looking for. The combination of beauty and athleticism that made my heart swell ten times larger. I felt a deeper regret at losing her that day as well as some anger as to how she just up and left.
Kayla, of course, read my mind. “Bet you wish we’d stayed friends, right? That sushi was my first real bulking meal so I had to take that picture for Tia. I was too embarrassed to tell you at the time but I had eaten and paid for a tray of sushi before you got there. Had a bottle of wine too.” She gestured at the heaps of food around us now. “Charmion’s bulking plans are very different than any regular bodybuilding program, obviously.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve supported you!” Anger threaded through my voice. “That’s what friends do, support each other.”
Kayla’s eyes flashed and the veins on her chest and neck swelled. I swallowed hard as the fibers of her deltoids rippled front to back and her shoulders inflated in size. Seeing the look of terror on my face, she looked down at herself and gasped at her swollen chest.
“Oh my God, what’s happening to my muscles,” she whispered. Pressing a hand to her growing pectorals, she looked up at me in wonder. “Holy shit Adnan, they have a mind of their own!” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax, and looked at me apologetically as her body slowly returned to its normally monstrous size.
“Apparently my muscles are a window to my emotional state,” Kayla said, probing her chest and abs with a finger. “That’s going to make it tough hiding anything from you, huh?” She giggled at the thought.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, I was telling the truth.” My eyes darted over her, looking for any signs of the beast. Somehow, I had pushed myself far away from the table so I grimaced and scraped my chair back, earning a smirk from Kayla.
“Maybe you’re right. I actually felt bad that night and thought about calling you,” Kayla said wistfully. “But too much happened before and it didn’t seem like the right choice for me.” She picked up a piece of broccoli and twirled it around, watching in fascination as her biceps mushroomed in size. “I told you three guys hit on me? That was at a regular gym. Back then, I could still go to a gym and not be harassed or talked down to. My mistake was wearing a crop top while working out so everyone could see how shredded I was. Like, not insanely diced like I am now, but way more than the average woman.”
Kayla’s matter-of-fact tone was turning me on even more for some reason, so I focused in on the broccoli as she continued. “One guy came up and straight up asked me out, then got pissed off when I didn’t answer. I had headphones on! Another guy offered to spot me then creeped on my boobs.” Kayla’s eyes darted down with a smile. “Funny how I don’t care about that anymore now that I got humongous pecs. The third guy was probably nice but at that point, I just wanted to be left alone. He had the audacity to say that I shouldn’t dress like that if I didn’t want the attention so I told him off and ran out of there.”
Looking me directly in the eye, she added, “If any guy told me that now, I’d snap their spine in half.” I started to laugh nervously before realizing she meant it.
“Anyways, I guess you got all that baggage at sushi.” Kayla’s wistful tone was back. “Too bad for you in way, as I was going to wear a dress that showed off my shreddies. You can blame that guy for ruining it.”
I clenched my jaw to avoid groaning. My dick throbbed as she told her story and sweat beaded on my forehead. I couldn’t tell if Kayla knew she was pushing all my buttons, as she spoke so plainly.
“Keep swiping buddy, you haven’t got to the good parts yet.” She leaned forward to watch me closely, the mass of her pecs brushing across the table. The rest of the album was an elite course in extreme bodybuilding. In months, Kayla’s body mushroomed to sizes that took male powerlifters years to achieve while maintaining razor-sharp conditioning. Despite that stunning physique, her eyes grew haunted and her face started sagging in later pictures. Excessive workouts, sleep deprivation, and continuous mental overload had a price.
When the photo timestamps hit this year, Kayla had converted her bedroom into a posing studio. Every wall had floor-to-ceiling mirrors and the floor was strewn with dumbbells, dirty dishes, and jugs of protein powder. Kayla’s head was brushing the ceiling at this point and her shoulders were wider than the doorway behind her. She had flawless skin that boasted a deep brown tan and her face had taken on the sculpted angles I saw now.
Occasionally, Kayla was spread across the floor in pain, tears frozen on her face as she snapped the picture. Other times, blood was running out of her nose or down her legs and I didn’t even want to ask why.
I looked up to see Kayla looking at me intently, eyes moist. She knew what I was looking at. How anyone could cope with such outrageous physical changes and maintain sanity was beyond comprehension. Knowing all that muscle came from all that pain was surprisingly erotic and I found myself having to jam my thighs together to stop my dick from exploding.
Kayla tilted her head and it almost felt like she empathized with my predicament. Instead, she frowned as her ear bent against the enlarged height of her traps. She shrugged and gave me a mischievous smile as veiny muscle engulfed the back of her head.
“I don’t know how you spent the pandemic, Adnan, but it had to have been better than mine.” Kayla pulled over a stockpot of rice and started scooping handfuls into her mouth. “Losing the position at the agency was almost the last straw for me. The playing field was never level, whether it was at work, or in college, or dating. I thought joining Charmion would at least help me gain the physical confidence to survive in this world. It helped a little bit, I mean, being able to bench your bodyweight after a month had its advantages.”
Her chest shuddered and rose higher, bringing it’s vascular mass up to her chin. Grinning, Kayla surveyed its throbbing surface and licked her lips. “But even as Tyler told me to be assertive, he complained that my thighs were too cut and my arms were too big for a woman. The worst part was, I started to believe him.”
She sucked her fingers and pulled over another stockpot, dumping the empty one to the floor. It rolled around and I used the noise to adjust myself on my chair. My dick had sprung up with a vengeance and I felt wetness forming on the inside of my sweats.
Something bumped into my shin so I looked down, my heart freezing in my chest. Kayla’s monstrous calf was pressing into my leg, it’s bronzed bulge extending well past my chair. Her other leg came around to rest against my opposite side, effectively clamping me in place. Her shins were furrowed with thick muscle but they had nothing on the angular slabs of beef hanging off the backs of her legs.
I looked at Kayla with growing alarm, only to see her gaze lingering on her own body. “You want to fuck me, right?” Her voice was throaty and hoarse and I wasn’t sure if she was asking me or herself. “Despite my sad story, you haven’t once looked me in the eyes. I mean really paid attention like you used to.”
She clamped her legs together hard, bending the iron legs of my chair, and lifted. I grabbed my seat as I felt myself and half the table rise off the floor.
“K, put me down!” My body teetered precariously as I rose higher but Kayla’s legs shifted to keep me balanced.
“You got two options now, buddy.” Her voice was iron. “One, you listen to my story and get rid of that obvious hard-on and I’ll consider letting you take me out to dinner later.” She blushed at the mention of my dick but continued, “Two, I’ll let you feel these juicy legs of mine now and you agree to never look for me or come here again.”
“Jesus Kayla, put me down first!” I held onto my seat with one hand and clawed at her with the other. My fingers had no effect against the steel of her shins.
“Hey, no freebies!” She dropped me fast and leveled out about an inch off the floor. Her face showed no signs of effort but her abs danced with micro-contractions and the steel table vibrated with what could only be her rippling quads underneath.
She waited while I debated jumping off the chair, then leaned forward. Her hulking torso exploded in size, casting a massive shadow over the table, so I pursed my lips and tried to stop shaking. Satisfied at my penitence, she lowered me to the floor.
“Your move buddy.”
I breathed hard and held up my hands. “All right, okay. Tell me your story and I promise to give you one hundred percent of my attention. No erections.” I still had a chance to salvage a future relationship out of this. To be her boyfriend while she looked like that? It was far more than I dreamed of. Just had to play it straight and do what she said.
“Cool, cool.” Kayla beamed and slid her legs back under the table. “So Tyler completely destroyed my confidence and also complained about all the money we were spending on my membership here. He was right about that part, at least. It was why we couldn’t afford the condo you ended up buying. But getting stronger and building up a juicy body meant more to me. His negativity almost drove me to quit but then it hit me.” Kayla snapped her fingers and it sounded like a gunshot, surprising even her as she paused to inspect her hand.
“He wasn’t in control of my life anymore, I was. It hit me when he starting acting weird about sex. He never said anything but it got really difficult for him because I was getting so strong.” She looked at me for a reaction but my gaze was firmly fixed on her nose. “Like one time, I bench pressed his body off our bed because he said fucking me was like fucking a man. I ran out of there crying and stayed at my mom’s before realizing my mistake. Why did I leave? I could literally throw him out of our apartment anytime.”
She curled her fingers against the table, causing her forearms to bunch up. I tried to stay focused on her nose and her exquisite lips.
“I knew then that all the workouts, all the food, all the pain was worth it. I’m the only one who gets to decide my future, Adnan. Not him, not those assholes at the agency, not my parents, and not even you.” She slid her hands back to grab the thick edge of the railroad track table, her biceps inflating into bronzed cannonballs. I decided to look at her hair. It was darker and thicker than I remembered.
“That’s when I went really hardcore. I basically ordered Tia to build me into an unstoppable beast.” Steel bent beneath her fingers as she squeezed. “I left Tyler, went on sick leave, sold our car, and borrowed cash from my mom. Anything to pay the dues here.” She waved at the CUF logo on the wall. “If you can think of the most expensive gym in the world, triple it and you got the price of membership here. I had to take a loan to pay it all but the gains were coming too fast and too hard for me to worry about it.”
I held up a hand, shaking my head. “Why do this, Kayla?” I gestured at her bloated forearms and the amount of food still left on the table. “This is insane, it’s taken over your life.”
“Wrong, I’ve taken control of my life.” She grabbed a stockpot in one hand and crushed it like paper, sending broccoli flying. “I’m not suddenly a mean person because I can bench over eight hundred pounds, Adnan. I’m not suddenly a man because my arms are bigger than the legs of any Mr. Olympia.” Kayla fingered the grossly overdeveloped size of her biceps. “I’ve just dedicated my life to even the playing field. I was always as smart as you and just as experienced. The only thing that held me back, what holds all women back, is physical power. Endurance. Strength.”
She eyed the tuberous veins running over her arms. “Being jacked is amazing. Little girls used to stop me on the street to flex a muscle, can you believe that? It was empowering. Now my size scares even me but I gotta keep going. It’s too much of an advantage over the rest of the world. When Coach Tia wouldn’t help me overdose, I made her. It got me fifty pounds heavier in muscle mass than the biggest member here. And now I’m way bigger.”
Kayla looked around conspiratorially and cupped a hand to her mouth. “When I found a box of their experimental serum, the owners blew up. Threatened legal action, saying it was untested and not meant for actual consumption. But I couldn’t stop there. I had to pack on a hundred more pounds of lean tissue and drop my body fat well beyond normal levels. I visited them one by one at home and explained how wrong they were. Now I’m part owner myself.”
Kayla gazed longingly at her balled-up bicep, looking like two cantaloupes stuck together. She ran a hand over the top, stretching her paper-thin skin translucent to pop out the hard muscle fibers and overgrown veins underneath.
I let out a breath, still trying to fixate on her nose. Her clinical demeanor helped keep my dick in check but it twitched hard every time she played with herself.
“So you think this all worth it?” I waved my hands around the room. “Spending all your time here rather than interacting with the outside world?”
The veins along Kayla’s jaw throbbed. “I’ve leveled the playing field by, oh about a billion times over. I’m ready to take over the whole Charmion organization. Open my own agency and take over yours. Be an astronaut. Do whatever I want because my body will pave the way.”
Her hands shot out, calloused fingers gouging into my skin like thick ropes. I pulled back reflexively and she shook her head side to side dismissively. Lifting her wrists slightly, she pulled me forward off my chair.
“What are you doing, Kayla?” My eyes darted from one of her carton-sized forearms to the other. “You need to let me go, now!” I tried to sound confident but my voice quavered and broke. Against my brain’s better judgment, my dick rose to full prominence at the sight of her muscular glory.
“The toughest part is the sex, of course.” Kayla’s voice was like steam over steel. “I screwed one of those guys that hit on me at the gym. He was a personal trainer, of course. Big arms, big legs. But it wasn’t enough.” She palpitated my forearms in her grip. “I fooled around some more, mostly to see what my body could do, but the guys couldn’t take it. One guy into bondage actually tried to tie me down but I just snapped his headboard in half and left.”
Kayla grinned and looked down at her iron-plated, vein-engorged pecs. “I was only about two-twenty then and still the guys were too weak. So I abstained for a time. A very long time.”
Trying to stay focused on her eyes, her nose, anything, I barely noticed Kayla’s chest expand in my peripheral vision. Her skin stretched thin as the broad ribbons of her pecs swelled, pushing up fibers and veins. I felt their mammoth mass push through the air between us, like knowing something is going to hit you.
Think of the long game, I screamed down to my penis. The long game is what matters. It responded by shuddering and oozing pre-cum at the tip.
“It was terrible, buddy. I mean, I’m a normal woman with normal needs, right?” The underside of her pecs thudded onto the table like twin anvils. “The training and supplements amped up my sex drive by a thousand times. I would literally go home after sessions with Tia wanting to fuck a telephone pole. But I forced myself to devote all that energy into packing on mass. Lots and lots of mass.”
Thud. Kayla flexed slightly to raise her pecs off the table, her tiny breasts wobbling on top.
“I’m convinced that was a big reason why I was outgrowing everyone. My energy, my intensity. Once I hit three hundred pounds of lean tissue, I couldn’t contain it any more. They brought in those cars so I could release my aggression on them instead of their equipment. I destroyed four of them in one sitting. That’s when I realized the answer.”
She flicked her eyes down suggestively and ran her tongue along her lips. I looked up at the ceiling, the lights, anything.
“The women here were strong enough for me! Back then, at least. Once I accepted it as a means to an end, it was easy to find willing partners. I started with Daria, the bodybuilder you creeped on at the sushi place. Somehow it felt right to screw someone you wanted and couldn’t have.”
“That’s not fair!” I didn’t mean to yell but Kayla’s grip was fierce and the two hemispheres of her rippling chest were absolutely massive. Her face was absolutely calm, even bored, but I was shaking and sweating and regretting that I had promised no erections. The way her muscles flexed and rippled made my dick throb under the table, which would’ve been awkward in the best of situations. Now, I just hoped Kayla was too caught up in herself to notice.
“Life isn’t fair buddy, what can I tell you?” She squeezed my hands tighter, causing me to cry out. “Oops, sorry, still don’t know my new strength yet.” She allowed my hands to drop to the table so I quickly stashed them on my lap, ready to adjust my sweats.
Smirking, Kayla continued. “Anyways, Daria and I hooked up for months but as I got bigger and bigger, she got jealous and left. Or maybe it was because I snapped her forearm in half.”
“W—what do you mean?” A pit opened up in my stomach. This side of Kayla sent cold water over my crotch.
She leaned forward as if telling me a secret. “My pussy is just as strong as the rest of me, what do you think I mean?” Her eyes danced, daring me to respond.
“Honestly Kayla, I just wanted a membership to get into shape.” Avoiding the situation seemed like the best course of action at this point. Throw her off, stick to what I know rather than learn more about the monster she had become. I glanced up to search for the door but it seemed to have disappeared behind all that heaving sinew and bronzed flesh in front of me. “I started running after lockdown and needed a challenge. That’s the only reason I’m here, I swear!”
“Really? Didn’t Emma tell you this is a women’s only club?” Kayla frowned. “Why didn’t you leave?”
“I don’t know,” I felt myself whimper as the cords along her neck pistoned in and out. “I got caught up in everything and Emma was so nice that I didn’t want to bail on her.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Her voice growled deep. Flicking her eyes down, I reflexively looked to see her pulsing pecs covering half the table. She reached out fast to grab my hands, spreading her arms wide to pull me onto the cold steel surface of the tabletop. She dragged my body forward as she spat out, “I know you came here to screw one of us, it’s written all over your face and pants.”
I tried to tear my eyes away from her hyper-vascularizing chest getting closer and struggled against her grip. Her power was incredible! The rolled steel tabletop squeaked as my face dragged along it and bounced as I bucked my legs against it.
Kayla stopped pulling and spoke darkly. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you buddy.”
I raised my head to see the muscles of her chest and shoulders pulse violently, followed by her pecs slamming onto the table in front of my head. The force rattled my skull and my eyes darted to see Kayla’s breasts bobbing far apart on either side of my face. She giggled deeply and inched me closer, her bikini biting into my teeth.
Vascularity erupted across the entire width of her chest, forming a throbbing roadmap that led up to her grinning face above me. Gosh, she was beautiful! Pecs, shoulders, arms, even the bit of midsection I could see beneath her cleavage popped into freakish, bulging vascularity.
“Oh shit,” her voice thundered into my brain. “I think it’s happening again.” Kayla’s legs bucked, lifting me and the table off the ground. Trays and stockpots crashed to the floor.
With a primal roar, Kayla’s arms convulsed upwards, nearly tearing mine out of my shoulder sockets, and her torso twisted in pain. Spit flew out of her mouth and sweat flooded out of her pores as every muscle group seized and bulged. Her arms jerked back down, still holding me, and my legs flung up as my chest hit the table hard. The rolled-steel bent under her elbows and Kayla pressed her fists down to cleave the table in two, sending me crashing to one side. Before the broken tracks could crush me, Kayla got up to toss them aside with a tremendous crash. I rolled onto floor beside her feet, feeling electricity shoot up my spine. Something was damaged, I knew it.
Kayla leaned over me, teeth clenched as the insides of her legs pulsed and the meaty ridges of her womanhood were overrun with new vascularity. Her muscular folds flexed around her bikini, causing the material to pucker, stretch, and snap.
Sweat dripping off her face, she laughed hoarsely. “I can tell you like what you see.” She grabbed my shirt in one hand and lifted me off the floor. When my shirt ripped, she wrapped her other hand around my groin to raise me to her eye level. I kicked my legs out but they hit her granite thighs with a wet thump.
She just sighed and squeezed and I felt waves of heat rush up my back.
“Hmm, not bad buddy.” She massaged my crotch with strong fingers. “But you failed my test. You’re clearly turned on by my juicy muscles. No dinner for you!” Kayla bared her teeth, which somehow made her flushed, sweaty face more beautiful. “You know what I’m most proud of? I used sheer willpower to build the biggest, strongest muscles in the world.”
She licked her lips lasciviously. “Go ahead, feel them up, buddy.”
I looked at the mountain of feminine mass and hesitated. Was this another test? Being held up by the groin didn’t help matters. I wasn’t sure whether to reach out towards her exquisitely muscled pecs or the veins pulsing along her shoulders. Maybe try to wrap my hands around her cannonball biceps. If I reached low enough, I could slide along the slippery bulges of her grapefruit abs.
Or I could try again to escape. My shoe brushed against her bare pussy and my mouth dropped open. It was like scraping your foot along steel tubes.
Kayla made the choice for me, grasping the back of my head and pushing my mouth to hers. Holding me up like a sex doll, she pushed her tongue through my lips. I squirmed and jerked but she held me like a vise.
I gagged hard as I felt her penetrate me. Even Kayla’s tongue had been strengthened by Charmion’s program. The slick muscle felt like a fillet of beef forcing its way past my teeth, filling my mouth and expanding down the back of my throat. Kayla was flexing her tongue into me and I shuddered as she tilted her head back. Helpless, my fingers clenched around the thunderous mass of her shoulders and slid inwards across fibers and veins to grasp the striated mass of her chest. She moaned and I opened my eyes to see hers close, hot sweat drenching her face.
I exploded like never before, drenching my sweats, and dripping down to the floor. Aftershocks wracked my body as Kayla extracted her tongue and let me down slowly, gracefully. Too spent to stand, I collapsed onto the floor in a crumpled mess.
To my earth-shattering dismay, Kayla brushed back her hair and licked her lips, barely fazed.
“That was for staying and listening to my story without looking disgusted or making fun of me.” She tugged her bikini top back into place. “You see what my willpower gave me? I transformed myself into a musclebeast that gets anything she wants.” Bending down, Kayla wiped a hand on my sweats. “Including making you cum or not cum whenever I want.”
She stood up and pulled me back onto my feet. “I always liked you, Adnan, up until you tried to make our relationship about your dick rather than friendship. Unfortunately for you now, you’re about three hundred pounds too light.”
She laughed and popped her pecs for emphasis.
“I hope I never see you again, Adnan.” She walked towards the exit, her body a symphony of rippling mass and engorged veins. “Learn to appreciate a woman for more than her body.”
She looked back with a beatific smile. “That’s where real strength comes from.”
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Definitely a twist of a turn of a chapter. In a way it makes sense, Adnan never really was trying to learn more about the women behind the muscle but just the muscle. Also while Kayla has become a superbeast she's become a mournful superbeast, with everything she's done and achieved but lost to gain it, she really emphasizes the phrase "it's lonely at the top".
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Let's hope Adnan takes this lesson to heart.
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I don't know who to feel sorry for. On one hand, Adnan can't help being attracted to what he's attracted to. On the other, Kyla just wanted to talk and she built her muscles for herself, not to attract a guy.
Okay, written down like that, Kyla's more sympathetic but Adnan's not completely irredeemable.
And that's good writing.
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I don't know who to feel sorry for. On one hand, Adnan can't help being attracted to what he's attracted to. On the other, Kyla just wanted to talk and she built her muscles for herself, not to attract a guy.
Okay, written down like that, Kyla's more sympathetic but Adnan's not completely irredeemable.
And that's good writing.
Indeed its writing that really makes you think and emphasize with the characters.
I think if Adnan wants to have a hope to really find someone buff then first thing realize that these women are people with hopes, dreams and aspirations, and second build muscle (not only for understanding them but to handle any activities, I mean if a part timer can punch through a car then you need to work and cycling will not do).
As for Kayla, hopefully she can find someone that values her beyond her appearance. That being said trying to dominate everything and everyone even in basic conversations will make her somewhat successful business wise (debatable) but in life will push anyone away. If anything all your really doing is saying that you dont need anyone. You can willpower your way through many things but you cant willpower someone to love you.
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Thanks for the feedback everyone. It's interesting to hear people's takes and what they think of the characters.
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I was hoping that Adnan and Kayla would reconcile as friends at least. It feels a bit cruel of Kayla to string Adnan along and act like they are still friends instead of just telling him right away that she hopes she won't see him again. I get her point and Adnan has to learn to appreciate women not just for their will and personality, and not just their body, but she is also in the wrong with the way she treated Adnan in the last part and how she seems to use her size and strength to force people to do what she wants. Breaking someones forearm during sex and not feeling bad about it is not okay. It sounds like she has become a bully, but she doesn't really seem to realise that. It actually makes her worse than Adnan, who is just superficial in is quest for romance. Hopefully Kayla learns to be a better person as well, and maybe she and Adnan can reconcile and become friends again.
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I was hoping that Adnan and Kayla would reconcile as friends at least. It feels a bit cruel of Kayla to string Adnan along and act like they are still friends instead of just telling him right away that she hopes she won't see him again. I get her point and Adnan has to learn to appreciate women not just for their will and personality, and not just their body, but she is also in the wrong with the way she treated Adnan in the last part and how she seems to use her size and strength to force people to do what she wants. Breaking someones forearm during sex and not feeling bad about it is not okay. It sounds like she has become a bully, but she doesn't really seem to realise that. It actually makes her worse than Adnan, who is just superficial in is quest for romance. Hopefully Kayla learns to be a better person as well, and maybe she and Adnan can reconcile and become friends again.
These are great points, thanks for sharing!
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Epilogue
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Walking through the airport, I checked my phone to see how much longer I’d have to wait for Adriana’s flight to land. Patting my pocket, I felt eager and anxious. The tiny jewelry case was nicely hidden beside a packet of tissues, just in case she teared up after I asked her the big question.
I never said it out loud but that day with Kayla had changed me for the better. I put myself back on the dating scene with a renewed appreciation for the different personalities of all the women out there. I had met Adriana at a gym, yes, but she was also a gardener and a chef and so much more than her flat stomach and toned shoulders.
It came as no surprise when we went to Willie & Edgar’s Cafe and saw the block across the street being torn down. After Mrs. Gustafsson had come forward, the media had investigated the mysterious gym cult that produced the extreme transformations I had seen up close. Some of Charmion’s members appeared on news segments and talk shows, presenting themselves as completely normal women who just happened to have physiques the size of male bodybuilders.
It was rumored that the government or some other mysterious authority had shut down Charmion, citing “extreme misuse of scientific research with blatant violations of consumer protection laws.” I mourned its loss briefly but I had already moved on. The women of Charmion disappeared too. Sometimes I’d see a social media post about an encounter with an extremely muscular woman but mostly the world moved on too.
The arrivals board showed another delay in Adriana’s flight so I sat down across from a big set of windows overlooking the tarmac. A fancy private jet was letting off passengers and there was a small crowd gathering at the gate across from me.
Idly swiping at my phone, it took me a moment to realize that the crowd was making quite a bit of noise. It looked like a large family, with several of them jabbering away excitedly as others fiddled with high-end camera gear. The door opened and people walked out. A couple of men dressed in business suits followed by the flight crew. The crowd let them by without incident before getting more excited as a figure loomed in the doorway.
She was absolutely enormous. All I could see through the doorframe were fabulously muscular legs and the bottom set of abs popping through her white dress. The rest of her was well above the height of the door. Two hands curled around the door’s head as the woman bent down to squeeze herself through. Brushing at her skirt, the woman straightened up, her head banging the gate sign.
“Dammit, I hope I don’t have to pay for that!” Her loud voice caused everyone in the lounge to stop and stare. Stunned, I looked at Emma’s transformed body, her formerly lithe and lean physique matured into a tower of rippling muscle.
The group around her exploded into action. Photos were taken, questions asked, videos recorded. She seemed like some kind of online celebrity by the way she spoke into the camera and flexed for shots. At one point, she looked over at me and smiled in recognition, before kneeling down to take a selfie with a fan.
Eventually the hubbub died and people trickled away. Emma motioned to a strikingly handsome man that she’d catch up later and bounded across the corridor, reaching me in a few quick strides. Her legs alone were taller than most people and everyone stopped to gawk at the amazon walking past.
“Adnan, so fun to see you! I hope you’re doing well?” She spoke like a news anchor, her voice clear and powerful. I had to lean back to take in her bulging and striated physique. She wasn’t close to Kayla’s mass but looked about a foot taller. The whole package was awe-inspiring and terrifying.
“I’m fine but dammit Emma, you look insane!” I leaned further back to see her head as she was standing deep into my personal space. Her dress was stretched taut over her girder-thick chest, making it difficult to see the bottom half of her face. “I thought Charmion had shut down?”
She smiled mischievously and twirled around, giving me a long glimpse of her power-packed legs. “They did shut down but not before I took full advantage of their program. You like?”
I was too afraid to say anything with my heart racing like that. Especially with my girlfriend’s arrival just minutes away. “I mean, what’s not to like?” I looked down at Emma’s feet, clad in oversized ballet flats. “I guess you’re on your way to competing at the Ms. Olympia, just like you wanted.”
Emma giggled and sat slowly down next to me, having to angle her butt downwards like she was trying to sit in a toddler’s seat. The armrests groaned and bent as her glutes compressed the metal, so she sighed and knelt on the floor next to me.
“Oh, that dream died fast. I did win a local bodybuilding competition, you have to start there and work your way up. By the time I got to the state level, I was way too big.” She curled her arm, showing me a bicep thicker than my thigh. “I mean, I was bigger than all the boys there so I wasn’t too surprised.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter anymore. “The association blocked me from entering and when I complained to the national body, the whole Charmion thing blew up in the news. They used that excuse to ban me and all the CUF women from every competition for life. All the sports leagues did, most gyms too.”
“That really sucks Emma, I’m so sorry to hear that.” My sympathy was genuine. Despite all that happened with Kayla, I still owed Emma for giving me that life-changing experience.
“Eh, it ended up being a good thing,” she said, smiling. “Even though I was banned from professional sports, that didn’t mean I couldn’t work for their sponsors.” She jerked her thumb towards the private jet. “That’s my PR team in there. Can you believe I’m signed with multiple multi-million dollar companies? Maybe more. I’m all over magazines and social media, even have my own YouTube channel. I make more money in a month than most women my age do in a year.”
“That’s awesome Emma, I’m glad everything’s working out for you.” I made a mental note to search for her online just as my phone vibrated with a text from Adriana. I tore my eyes from Emma to glance down: my girlfriend’s flight had landed.
I blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Hey, do you keep in touch with Kayla? Know what she’s up to?” I mentally kicked myself as the words spilled out of my mouth. I shouldn’t—didn’t care about my old friend anymore.
Emma gave me a sly look before shaking her head. “Nope, haven’t seen her since Charmion shut down. I heard she was there until the very last day. There’s a rumor that when the demolition crew went in, everything had already been destroyed. Like equipment ripped in half, walls caved in, and holes right through the floor. Crazy, isn’t it?”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah, that’s the good thing about rumors. They never have to be proven.”
“Sure Adnan, sure.” Emma winked and got up, blocking my view of the lounge. “I gotta go though. Fun seeing you and check out my YouTube!”
She strode off across the corridor and called back, “Why don’t you just message her?”
Watching Emma’s powerful legs take her away, I thought hard. There wasn’t any harm in it, right? I still had to wait for Adriana to go through customs and security. Opening my contacts, I scrolled down and found Kayla’s number. It was an old chat account, from back before the pandemic, but there’s a chance it’d still work.
Tapping her picture, the phone rang. And rang. I looked up to see the doors to Adriana’s gate open. Then the ringtone clicked and shifted to a different sound, like it had been forwarded to another number.
The screen lit up as a video connection was made, showing a bright sky and vibrant blue water in the distance. The sound of ocean surf came through. On one side of the image was a wooden wall, painted bright pink, the other side open to a beach. Weight machines and dumbbells were spread about the sand, and two female bodybuilders were doing chin ups on a bar hung between two palm trees.
The image shook as the other phone fell over, giving me an intimate look at the slats of a wooden table. I heard a muffled curse before the image righted itself and showed me a glimpse of a monstrously sized and vascularized forearm.
A face slid into view and I nearly dropped my phone in shock. Thankfully, I was quick enough to turn my face away from my camera before slowing peering back. Other than her eyes and auburn hair, Kayla had undergone a drastic transformation. Her face was a perfectly smooth oval of chestnut-brown skin, high cheekbones, and full lips. She looked like a Top Model winner. More astonishing was the amount of raw muscle filling my screen, far more than she had at the Charmion gym. The back of Kayla’s head was engulfed by brutally vascular muscle mass and the upper curves of her hyper-striated pecs jutted out like beefy beachballs, blocking the underside of her face from view. I couldn’t see her shoulders or any sign that she was wearing clothing.
And every part of her was throbbing. Massive veins atop her chest and traps rose and fell, feeding into the deeply-fibered muscle like fleshy steam pipes. The ribboned meat of her pecs swelled and relaxed at the same cadence, as if she was benching hundreds of pounds with every heartbeat. Kayla’s body looked like it was performing a competition-level pose down but her relaxed expression told me this was happening without any conscious effort.
Her voice rang throughout my head, a booming melody that was at once grunting and cooing.
“So, you calling to ask me out again?”
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Was this the end or will there be anothe part added to the epilogue? I wonder wat Adnan's girlfriend is like.
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It does leave on a bit of cliffhanger doesn't it? Like how did Kayla escape from prosecution, how is she on a tropical paradise and who now funding her growth/operations. Also does Adnan go to her to visit
and bring his new girlfriend along for the ride? These questions and more may be answered, if there's another entry.
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Was this the end or will there be anothe part added to the epilogue? I wonder wat Adnan's girlfriend is like.
This is the end of the story, although some of the responses in this thread could lead to a sequel.
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It does leave on a bit of cliffhanger doesn't it? Like how did Kayla escape from prosecution, how is she on a tropical paradise and who now funding her growth/operations. Also does Adnan go to her to visit
and bring his new girlfriend along for the ride? These questions and more may be answered, if there's another entry.
Not sure where to go from here to be honest, but you can read my other stories here: https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=361473.0.
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I too wonder about Adnan's girlfriend and the particular details of Kayla's situation. Did she find someone to satisfy her? Can she? Maybe she forced a guy (or gal) to train and grow with her. Although it would be hard for them to catch up, considering the fact that she's committed to growing. Maybe her partner uses a mech suit just to have sex with her. Or she has to use a jackhammer as a dildo. Lol.
Of course, this ambiguous ending still works. He's still thinking about Kayla while waiting for his current girlfriend. Has he gotten some control over his muscle obsession? How does he respond to Kayla? It's okay if these questions remain unanswered.
An ending is to put a focus on the heart of the story and this does that. So the story was about a man failing to keep his lust in check and putting himself in danger, I get that. The ending asks if he's learned his lesson. It works. Anything further might lesson its impact.
But I wouldn't mind a sequel. Also, any plans to finish A Growing Wonder? Or do you like to look ahead and not back?
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Just finished reading this.
The description of Kayla (and the other patrons of CUF) definitely bring to mind the artwork of Rombossman.
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=560427.msg2933647#msg2933647
You can check out a heap of their other works over in their named thread in the Art section of Saradas. https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=560427.0 (https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=560427.0)
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I too wonder about Adnan's girlfriend and the particular details of Kayla's situation. Did she find someone to satisfy her? Can she? Maybe she forced a guy (or gal) to train and grow with her. Although it would be hard for them to catch up, considering the fact that she's committed to growing. Maybe her partner uses a mech suit just to have sex with her. Or she has to use a jackhammer as a dildo. Lol.
Of course, this ambiguous ending still works. He's still thinking about Kayla while waiting for his current girlfriend. Has he gotten some control over his muscle obsession? How does he respond to Kayla? It's okay if these questions remain unanswered.
An ending is to put a focus on the heart of the story and this does that. So the story was about a man failing to keep his lust in check and putting himself in danger, I get that. The ending asks if he's learned his lesson. It works. Anything further might lesson its impact.
But I wouldn't mind a sequel. Also, any plans to finish A Growing Wonder? Or do you like to look ahead and not back?
I had some ideas for "A Growing Wonder" but they were made obsolete when the actual movie came out. So now it's look ahead, not back.
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Just finished reading this.
The description of Kayla (and the other patrons of CUF) definitely bring to mind the artwork of Rombossman.
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=560427.msg2933647#msg2933647
You can check out a heap of their other works over in their named thread in the Art section of Saradas. https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=560427.0 (https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=560427.0)
Definitely a resemblance and that's really great artwork. Thanks for making that connection!
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I had some ideas for "A Growing Wonder" but they were made obsolete when the actual movie came out. So now it's look ahead, not back.
Oh yeah. The release of Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel killed an entire subgenre of fmg stories, didn't it? I guess you could edit the previous chapters but it might not be worth it.
Still looking forward to what you write next!