Author: [poddy] Natalie and the PumpSuit | #FMG

[Poddy]

Chapter 6 - Part 2

Natalie pretended not to listen, the frustration only burned hotter inside her. She wanted to tear into her back routine harder than ever, to show that little pipsqueak that no matter what edge the suit gave her, she had busted her ass to be what she’d become. She would have gladly given her a personal demonstration if it wasn’t for the arrogant stallions now meandering around her sacred weights zone.

Behind her however, Rachel began tidying her hair behind her shoulders. She deftly knotted her t-shirt at the front, pulling it tight under her breasts and exposing her midriff. She hoisted her baggy shorts up to underneath her bellybutton, now it nuzzled tightly into her crotch as a pair of racy short-shorts. She pulled her bunched gym socks all the way up her thin smooth legs, stopping just under the knee. Her timid character had suddenly been shed on to the floor like soon-to-be littered dumbbells at her feet.

Natalie filled her water bottle, turned while taking a sip and spluttered it down her chin.

Rachel had transformed in front of her eyes. With a pout of her rich lips and a wink from her big green eyes, she kicked her hips and strutted fearlessly over the approaching meatheads.

‘What the hell is she doing?’ Natalie thought as Rachel’s body looked smaller and smaller against the looming forefront of muscular jocks.
One of the younger guys marched to the pull-up bars. Natalie closed on it just a few metres behind him. He got there first; she cursed and looked for another warm-up exercise in the suddenly over-crowded weights area.

“Um...excuse me.” a sickly sweet voice cut through the air. “You look like you’ve been here before.” Rachel chirped with an air-headed giggle, the meathead released the overhead bars in a heartbeat. “I’m just starting out here, and I was wondering if you could help me figure out this machine? I imagine it shouldn’t be a problem for a big boy like you, should it?” she smouldered, fingering at the waistline of her tight shorts. He hopelessly followed her, smiling confidently and abandoning the bars. Natalie was lost for words.

With a light-footed spring she grabbed the vacated handles above her head without wasting another moment. Her back burst into life, complex muscles bulged to attention under the sudden strain. Un-flexed, Natalie’s back was a convoluted sheet of power that jostled for space. When tensed, each one boasted its purpose as it bloomed into its full size. Her legs kicked out behind her, her hamstrings flexed beneath her hot pants, and her backside tensed together and rose like baked bread. She deftly lifted herself up pointed her chin above the pull-up bar. She held herself there and shuffled to find some comfort in her grip.

Natalie lowered herself assuredly, and quickly pulled herself up again with ease. Finding rhythm, she pumped confidently and blood began to fill her upper-body.

Rachel cooed at the sight as her new spotter stroked her hips firmly and guided her up and down. She strained but couldn’t peel her gaze off of Natalie’s thrusting body.

Natalie pumped out three satisfying sets. By the time she dropped back to the ground, Rachel was already one step ahead of her. This time a different cocky man chased on her heels, lured away from the only remaining bench. Natalie shot another perplexed glance, and watched Rachel rolling her thin hips towards the weights rack – the heavyweight gladly in tow.

And so continued the expert performance. Swiftly acknowledging Natalie’s routine and enticing the men with her fragile innocence and pretty face, Rachel knew they couldn’t resist offering a helping hand. She led them around the equipment like a magnet. Her fragile-looking body just begged to be supported by the overbearing strongmen.

Natalie shook the infiltrating guilt out of her conscience and darted to the liberated bench. She lithely stretched herself along it while Rachel manoeuvred herself deliberately beside her and ogled the spandex stretching over her ripe glutes – feigning interest as a muscular boy demonstratively curled his biceps for her.

Natalie hoisted her heavy dumbbell up to her side with disciplined breaths. The muscles rolled in undulation as she pulled her shoulder back and began to pump her lats. Her dangling hair rocked against her snarling lips. Natalie switched sides and began pulling out another confident twelve reps. Shoulder striations rippled across her deltoids and when the dumbbell kissed the floor her lats surfaced into a long, thick sheet of muscle.

Even if Natalie was newly grateful for her shockingly effective assistance, the embers of Rachel’s spiteful words still glowered deep inside her chest. Natalie rolled and even heavier dumbbell over to her bench and pounded her laterals once again. Rachel watched as keenly as she could – with Natalie’s face obscured, all she saw was a blonde mess of hair pumping its muscular body into exhaustion with intimidating intensity.

Rachel fondled at the knot in her t-shirt, hoisting it higher and openly inspecting her pert breasts, casting sly glances to the boys as she did for their invariable approval. She was sexualised youth, tender and seductively submissive.

She cooed at their strength, sighed at their bodies and masterfully contrived her own stifled attempts to touch their muscles, all the while slavering over the blonde girl mercilessly pumping out reps, unopposed, untouched and uninterrupted.

Rachel knew her every next move. She picked up and dropped men, and if she couldn’t drop them, they followed. Soon she had a small entourage offering their tips, bodies and much more, all for a testosterone-spiced taste of the teenage girl who seemed just as horny as they were.
Natalie began reassuring her with acknowledging, if not slightly concerned glances. Rachel winked back each time, refusing to break character, and the Natalie’s hatred shrank as her body expanded.

Natalie strode confidently over to the vacant lateral cable machine, offering Rachel as grateful as smile in the mirror as she could manage through her panting. Natalie took a firm grip of the overhead bar and brought it down to her chin with remarkable control. Her back widened to almost double the width of her hips and a powerful V-shape tapered down towards her glutes.

Natalie never looked wider than when she pumped her laterals. Her body was pinched by her fatless waist, and defined muscles swelled in her upper back. Natalie’s lats flared hungrily out at her sides by the end of the first set. During the rest she checked on Rachel, she was spying on her in the nearby mirror, a man helping to raise her arms to her sides with tiny dumbbells in each hand. 
 
Natalie increased the weight by another dozen kilos; her energy spiked as her potent adrenaline pump began in earnest. She grunted through another set, her body glowing with satisfying tension. She trembled through another, drawing her meaty shoulders back and feeling her muscles flex to the peak of size before the aching release sent the weight stack crashing back down. Natalie basked in the pulsing of her bulging back muscles. As she rose to her feet and wiped her glistening skin, she looked for Rachel again, eager for approval. 

She had already moved on, this time with surrounded by easily the largest men in the gym. She was lowering her nimble body down into seductive deadlifts for them. She finished her final rep and dropped the bar with a sigh. She brushed her thick hair back over her shoulders and cocked out her hip with an expectant smile.

Grunts of approval came from all side of her, especially the biggest one from behind. He roared deep from his heavy, distended gut and slapped his huge hand across her ass.

Anger slipped slowly into guilt. Natalie hurried over the abandoned barbells for her final workout.

Natalie kept her gaze squared firmly on the cluster of air-heads surrounding Rachel as she lifted. A furious snarl burst across her lips. The bent-over rows made veins strike down her arms like lightening. The thirsty veins in her neck thickened and her face grew redder as she recruited more muscles to maintain her perfect form. As she did, her entire upper-body surged with size from the thick sinews in her forearms to her striated shoulders.

By the end of her third set, an unnerving gaggle had formed around Rachel; even the mirror was blocked from the front.
Guilt collapsed into incensed alarm.

Natalie grabbed an even heavier barbell - 20 kilos beyond her personal best - and charged into her final frantic set. She felt the muscles rubbing together at the peak of each rep as they fought for space. Natalie’s button nose crinkled and her mouth let slip guttural grunts. The suit squeezed tighter and tighter around her body, the tension gripping her body made her legs tremble.

She paused to catch her breath. She heard an unconvincing giggle from inside the mob, and Natalie shunted through the final three reps. Her forearms pulsed with veins, thick sheets of muscle surged all over her back. She felt the Pumppatches trying to keep their teeth sunk in her teeming muscles as they bulged harder than ever.

With a bursting sigh, she dropped the barbell to her feet. She hoisted her shoulders back and flexed as hard as she could. She had pumped her back wider than she’d ever seen it; she tested her new width by perching her hands on her hips and flaring out her lats. She flexed gleefully against the spandex’s resistance, she sighed with satisfaction. Natalie was almost giddy at her size, the supremely intense work out left her over-awed at her bulging body.

Natalie looked over to the mob. She heard counting; “7…8…9!” they chanted. Natalie’s tolerance was the demolished when she heard a weary squeal burst from inside the huddle, and then her blood ran cold when it was followed by yet another. “That’s it!”, “No, no, like this!”, “C’mere Rach, let me show you my technique” came the raspy, deep-voiced hollers of support.

 “Ok…I’m coming for you, Rachel.” Natalie growled as she marched forward with her inflated body. Guilty rage pulsed through her as hard as the adrenaline and chemicals in her veins.

Nostrils flared, Natalie stormed towards the unruly gaggle of puffy-looking flesh and barged her way through the layers of spotty, oily bodies.
She cursed again at what she saw inside.  Rachel helplessly continued performing deadlifts with a puny barbell. Her face etched in fear.

A firm hand was clamped onto one of her ass cheeks, Natalie spied another thrusting his crotch inches away from her bent-over backside. Rachel’s frightened eyes widened when she laid them on her approaching saviour. Her façade lay in tatters, torn apart by the crowd of thuggish muscle.
 
Rachel dropped the bar to disappointed moans. Thanks to Natalie’s size few of them noticed there was more than one teenage girl among their ranks.

Rachel reached out a weakened, desperate arm.  Their hands clasped together, Natalie pulled but to no avail. The bulkiest ogre of them all still had his swollen fingers hooked inside her waistline.

“Oh look, it’s our favourite token fucking muff-diver.” He snorted to a chorus of snickering.

“How do you like it? You fucking steroid-monkey?” Natalie reached and crushed his backside in a vice-like grip, her forearms still throbbing with thick veins. He groaned loudly, letting his fingers slip.

Natalie deftly swung Rachel around and out of the ring. Natalie’s breathing grew panicked. Every inch of her vision was suddenly crowded by the claustrophobic mass.

“Oi, don’t touch my mate like that!” a smaller one boomed. Natalie recognised him as the same one whom Rachel had coaxed away first and smirked.
“Wait your turn, skinny.” Natalie barked.

He raised his hand in an open palm and swung. Natalie swiftly drove her palms into his chest. He stumbled backwards, bursting a hole in the group of meatheads and tripping over a barbell. Natalie marched after him, stopping the rolling bar under her heel.

“Hmm…I think this is a little too light for me. I feel like maxing out.” Before the young man could scramble to his feet, Natalie rolled him over and grabbed him.

The group looked on in bewildered awe as they saw Natalie’s muscular back explode into life once more. The deep ravine in her lower back opened into a miniature chasm, and the thick cords of muscle rolled upwards parallel to her spine.

With a grunt, she yanked the young man off of the floor in a fierce deadlift. With one hand clamped around his neck and another at his tracksuit’s waist, the man yelped as he rose. Natalie’s knotted muscles bulged and the man hung by her quaking thighs.

She gulped a breath and with a fierce jolt, swung him up to her shoulders. The meaty spheres rippled with tension and her already pumped-up back surged with even more thickness as she reached the peak of her sensational pump. 

She steadied her feet, bent her knees and then with an almost feral roar, powerlifted his squirming body over her head. She paused for a few seconds, feeling her body stretch from head to toe. The suit and hot-pants burrowed deeply into her crotch, her abs spread all the way up her stomach and her glutes clenched together into meaty buns of power.

She threw him down onto the sit-up mats. He bounced on the padding with a groan and curled up, clutching his hip. 

The mob was silent.

Natalie’s body heaved in time with her girlish breaths. Her writhing muscles juddered all the way down her neck, jacked with adrenaline. Natalie glanced in the mirror, her heart-stamped even harder at the sight of her own buffed-up reflection. She’d never looked so pumped. The suit squeezed against every inch of her so tightly, she sighed vigorously as she pulled her elbows back. The suit stretched thin against her chest, stroking her nipples with its sweaty interior.

Slowly, she turned around to face the group. They were frozen. Natalie smiled. “Sorry boys, but we were on a schedule.” She panted between exhausted breaths, sweeping her sweaty hair from her eyes.

Rachel’s heart fluttered when she felt Natalie’s sweaty palm wrapping around her pencil-thin forearm and pulling her onto her feet.
 
“Fuckin’ lesbians.” a feeble voice muttered from the back of the group. The words were water on feathers as the girls paraded back to the changing rooms with their arms draped over each other’s shoulders.

Phew! There it is. The next chapter is well underway, so it shouldn't be too far away. I want to finish about two or three chapters in the next moth or so, so keep your eyes peeled!

[solitariodude]

Geez, just when I figured it couldn't get any better...

[NinjaStar]

Damn, Pods. Making me feel inadequate over here. Guess I'm gonna have to get off my lazy ass and get to writing as well. Well done, son. Well done. K+

[Poddy]

Chapter 7

“Hmmph…hmmph…yes...yes!”

With each delicate whimper that crept from Natalie’s lips, the suit demanded another few millimetres from her every muscle. Her surging muscles began filling her whole physique as they flexed to their fullest size.

Her elbows hoisted back, the suit wrestled control over her exhausted body. Rhythmically pumping, her back bunched into bustling mass of strength as the suit massaged her aching, depleted muscles – preparing them for their hard-earned reward.

Natalie fought for a few futile seconds against the suit’s penetrating power. The pleasure swelled inside her body and the suit squeezed more quivers of pleasure from her.

Her jaw crept open wider and wider as she was seduced by rising sensation. The crevice in her back deepened with every stifled grunt, her lats pushed outwards, meaty muscles either side of her spine climbed up to the very back of her neck.

She had pumped herself harder, jacked herself larger than ever before.  After a workout spiked with adrenaline, guilt and anger, her super-charged body had feasted on the potent cocktail of intoxicating energy.

Striations danced inside the suit’s stretching fibres. Her forearms pulsed with a network of vascularity, her pumping veins threaded up into her biceps and plugging themselves in her shoulders. Her flexing legs were locked at attention, rigid and thick.

Eventually, her entire body had bulged to its full magnitude. Locked in a whole-body flex, Natalie sipped breaths and readied herself for the impending tidal wave of pleasure and power. Seconds marched by as her muscles were held, tender and throbbing, at the peak of their size.

At last, suit released its commanding grip. Torrents of energy flooded her muscles, and they feasted hungrily on the exhilarating power.

Natalie moaned fiercely, her knees immediately gave way and she collapsed forward on to the frightened, awe-struck girl in the corner.

Rachel staggered under the weight, hooking her arms around her, using her entire body to keep Natalie as upright as she could. With another jolt of pleasure, Natalie slipped downwards against Rachel’s shaking body, leaving Natalie’s pecs throbbing against Rachel’s cheeks. The shuddering slabs of muscle stroked firmly against her flushed face as they flexed under the suit’s sensual gropes.

In a moment, both the girls’ mouths were agape in overwhelming sensation.

‘She is so hard’, Rachel thought. She’d never felt anything like it. Her blue skin was soft and smooth, but her undulating build was as hard as rock.

Her hands felt tiny on Natalie’s writhing body. Her muscles heaved under Rachel’s palms with a sexual, organic rhythm – Natalie’s muscles swallowed the power in gulps, then squeeze by squeeze, grunt by grunt and bulge by bulge her body swelled bigger and harder.

Hot, heavy breaths poured into her ear. Rachel gasped when her fingers were suddenly stretched wider apart by her expanding back, fresh muscles blossoming under her fingertips.

Natalie’s body gorged on the suit’s power with uninhibited appetite. Her upper-back thickened even harder, bigger than her previously unparalleled pump just a minute ago. Natalie’s arms shuddered; her glossy nails sank into her palms as her back coursed with power.

Dense, beefy blocks surged beneath her neck with harmonious swelling. Defined muscles rippled to attention between her shoulders, asserting themselves amongst the expanding musculature in her back.

The crevice between her back deepened still.  Then, with another hot squeeze, the valley’s edges drew closer together as her elbows thrust backwards another inch and Natalie sighed desirously in Rachel’s ear.

With cute wrinkles beside her fluttering eyelids, sweat-soaked hair covering one eye and dimples framing her snarling pink lips - etched on her beautiful face was the imagine of unashamed, surrendering pleasure.

Rachel couldn’t stop her hands from exploring Natalie’s swelling body. With her hands around her back, her entranced eyes were wide, yet she saw only with her quivering fingertips as she mapped Natalie’s growing physique. 

Her hands roamed over undulating knots of power, through fatless clefts and across thick, hard plains of muscle all over her pulsing back.

Rachel cautiously slid her fingertips in-between the thick, solid vines entrenched along Natalie’s spine. Flanked by firm sheets of muscle, Rachel ran her finger up and down in between the gap in astonishment - it was at least an inch deep, swallowing more than her fingernail.

Natalie bucked again with another huff of breath. Rachel’s hands, which were almost touching fingertips, began slowly stretching apart.

Natalie’s pulsing lats pushed her elbows away from her sides as the thick sheets in her back groaned outwards. Creaking wider than ever, her trembling upper-body expanded by inches as two flanking sheets of muscle flared away from her tiny waist.

Natalie’s involuntary pose coaxed the muscles as wide as they desired still until they had smothered her back with dense, powerful width.

Rachel’s skinny arms were tiring fast. Keeping one palm in the middle of her back, she quickly pressed the other against her stomach to support her from the front.

Irresistibly, Rachel’s hand began trickling down Natalie’s washboard abdominals. She felt each block of muscle individually, her fingers slowly foraged through the gaps between each one, carefully sliding down to the middle where her abs were most pronounced. She gently prodded each fatless knot, but Natalie’s muscles didn’t give a millimetre.

On Natalie’s back, Rachel’s other adventurous hand crept further down, reaching the firm, plump mounds of Natalie’s buttocks. The tight suit was thinly spread over her glutes, Rachel fingers fanned out to feel every inch of the ripe muscles underneath. Breathlessly, Rachel conjured the subtlest squeeze she could, and her fingernails whitened against the solid muscle as Natalie’s ass tensed rhythmically.

As he felt Natalie’s heart pounding against her cheeks, Rachel was awash with emotion: lust, awe, fear, envy - she was enraptured by Natalie’s body and the power teeming inside her muscles. The familiarity of a human body enhanced with something so overwhelmingly powerful it was almost alien made her heart tremor.

She was also entranced by the gorgeous face perched atop the hulking frame. Natalie was still so feminine; she’d never seen anything like it. From her buffed, manicured nails to the small girlish feet underneath her striking physique, she was truly just a sexy teenage girl wrapped lavishly in bulging muscles –a girl transforming beyond recognition.

Envy exploded inside her – Rachel had told herself that it couldn’t really be done, that girls like Natalie were different from her – that girls like her weren’t real. They only existed in pictures and short videos tucked away in the dark recesses of the internet. To see a living, breathing, flexing statue of power, flawlessly enveloped by a beautiful 19 year old girl – only a year older than her – it brought the dream alive in a potent mixture of jealousy and desire.

In that moment, Rachel knew she wanted nothing more than to explore it further – not only on Natalie’s body, but her own. Her curiosity whisked her imagination to having her own jacked-up body – the image of control over such power was suddenly irresistible. Natalie had looked so big, so hard, so confident and so strong and fearless, that to see the suit effortlessly force into orgasmic submission left her breathlessly fantasizing over its tantalizing power.

Natalie’s pink workout shorts were discarded on the floor; she’d had just enough to time to peel them off before the suit’s hands began to grope her. The crotch nuzzled deeply into her moist pussy, hoisted up high, slipping tighter into her thanks to the sweaty lubricant.

Before Rachel could stop herself, her front hand had already wandered down to her crotch. She groped her fingers into the hot gap between her thighs, feeling her quivering lips and little trembling clit against the wet spandex.

Natalie’s lustful thrusting slid her pussy along Rachel’s delicate, poised fingers. The panting in her ear became faster, heavier; Rachel could smell her sweet musk on the nape of her glistening neck.

Natalie now moaned orgasmically in time with her pounding muscles. Her crotch spasmed harder still, briskly now. The moans became notably louder, the suit squeezed her harder, and Rachel’s fingers got wetter with every sensual stroke. The pleasure boosted her body into a passionate frenzy; her back pumped harder and harder, her body overwhelmed but her muscles still greedy - caught in an orgasmic vicious circle of Rachel’s fingers and the suit’s smothering power.

Natalie’s elbows thrust back in the final orgasmic crescendo.  Rippling striations burst all over Natalie’s back in a final flourish. Her muscles rolled from bottom to top in a crashing wave of power and pleasure. She jerked up-right and was lifted off of Rachel’s bony shoulder as her entire back flexed harmoniously one last time.

Rachel felt the climactic punch of breath against her face as she came passionately hard.

Her upper-body almost doubled the size of her waist as her lats flared outwards. The inflated muscles injected into her upper back pushed her shoulders further apart by another half an inch.

At last, Natalie’s muscles relaxed; her breathing still shallow. She stood by herself, swaying slightly, and her conscience still swimming in the irresistible pleasure. Her muscles spasmed excitably as they snapped up the remaining sparks of power, licking the suit clean from the inside. Her beautiful face glowed in a delicate blissful peace, truly satisfied.

Natalie took a few moments to catch her breath, she fought to keep her flickering eyes open, and eventually the brilliant blue pools refilled as Natalie blinked herself back into the tiny stall.

“Humm…wow.” She sighed heavily.

Rachel’s arms snapped back to her sides, then shifted awkwardly to her pockets, then her hips and then limp at her sides.

“Were you…like...” Natalie panted gently, glancing down at her pumping body and the wet patch around her tingling crotch.

“Oh God no…no! I was – I was just, trying to stop you…keep you from falling down, that’s all. I swear.” She gulped audibly as embarrassment flooded her face and she hid her moist fingers behind her.

Natalie burst into giggles, dizzy in the afterglow. Rachel glanced at her abs rippling once more as she did. Natalie’s youthful smile glowed beneath her flushed cheeks. She caught her breath after a moment and licked her lips. She turned to the mirror.

“God. I look freakin’ jacked.” She gasped, admiring herself in the mirror.  The tips of her shoulders were now wider than the mirror itself as she flexed her lats. Her waist had never looked tighter and despite her thick obliques, Natalie had never looked wider.  “I need to thank you, really.”

“I wouldn’t - I mean, don’t mention it. I couldn’t let those meatheads make your day even worse than I already made it...And I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t show up when you did.”

“Well, I still need to thank you for something else too.” She purred, spinning round and looking over her shoulder at her pumped up back. “For finally helping me decide to step up to bodybuilding this summer.”

“Whoa, seriously?” Rachel gulped, her mind giddily imagining the thought of Natalie pumping herself even bigger.

“If I get to do this to the rest of my body for the next few months, or even the next few years, you bet! This just feels way too good.” Natalie spread her lats again and over the creaking of the stretching spandex, she heard a quiet sigh coming from the corner.

“So, I get the impression that you like what you see?” Natalie turned and said knowingly, cocking an eyebrow.

Rachel smiled and exhaled with admission. She looked anxiously at the ground and fluttered her fingers again. “Yeah…sorry”

“Sorry? What for?”

“For what I said to you before - I shouldn’t have judged you.” She shuffled. “That wasn’t what I really thought about you. I know you work harder than anyone to get this” she gestured at Natalie’s physique. “You really deserve it. That workout was insane; I thought you were going to burst a blood vessel!”

“Go on…” Natalie baited, tipsy in the post-suit glaze, but still not quite contented with Rachel’s acerbic attitude not an hour ago.

“I guess you can chalk it up to jealousy. I just – I’ve never felt anything like you and your body before. It was - well…it is unbelievable. You’ve got the body I’ve always dreamed of. I just never knew what one would look like – what one would feel like in real life…”

Natalie stepped forward and threw her muscular arms around Rachel’s body. She pulled Rachel in close and grinned when she felt a pair of shallow breasts disappearing into her rock hard chest. She pressed her petite body against her own - their chests, thighs and crotches aligned.

She gave Rachel a playful squeeze. Natalie felt the excited breath rush out of her lungs. Her heart absolutely pounding against her pecs and Rachel’s plump lips fall submissively apart as she was enveloped by Natalie’s physique. 

“And what does it feel like in real life, Rachel?” Natalie whispered. Their lips hung centimetres apart, her big beautiful eyes inviting her into their deep, warm blue pools.

Rachel gulped again, loudly. “It feels…it’s…amazing” she gushed. “Your body, your muscles - they’re so big and hard. You’re so strong, you must feel invincible. I can only imagine what it feels like to be as – as pumped, as ripped, as buff as you. Whatever this thing - this suit does to you…your tight abs, thick pecs, bulging shoulders, beefy arms, juicy legs and your perfect ass - you just look so good. You’re incredible!”

Rachel recovered a deep flustered breath. Redness swept across her cute face, embarrassed how she’d poured her heart out so readily.

“Well as far as I’m concerned, I still owe you one. And you know what?” Natalie teased, licking her lips. “I think I have a spare one of these things lying around…”



[b*]At least 1500 words of straight muscle growth. I spoil you lot sometimes!

Thanks go out again to Solitariodude and NinjaStar!

Also as a thankful side-note, this story has passed 4,000 views! That’s so much more than I imagined at the start of this little side project. Thank you all for your support, even you silent lurkers out there![/b]

[NinjaStar]

Hot stuff, there Poddy. Really liking being so spoiled over here. It ain't easy writing a story, but you make it seem that way. A well deserved K+ to you, sir.

[Poddy]

Cheers NinjaStar, glad you've been enjoying it and it feels great to be supported by one of the best writers in this section.

The strange thing is that most of the story is actually already finished in scribbled, chaotic notes, so I've got most of the juicy stuff already written down. When I start to finally stitch it all together though, that's when things start to get a little more difficult, and that's definitely where the time goes too!

I want to get the chapter 8 out the door before the end of Feb. If that doesn't happen, then unfortunately that means you guy will have to wait until some time in May before I can get back to writing again. So any motivational kicks up the arse will be appreciated!

[Online1138]

Allow me to throw some encouragement your way - you've been knocking it out of the park with this story so far, and the latest chapter is definitely the best one yet! 

[solitariodude]

  consider me spoiled! And, while I really admire and appreciate the time and energy you put into writing, I don't think I'd boot you in the arse for more (even though I certainly look forward to continuation). I think it's better to see the next chapter as a fine piece of finished work rather than something hastily thrown together just to satisfy us fans. Besides which it's better to go back and re-read the story in its entirety when any new material comes up further down the line. Thanks again for this!

[El_Roy_1999]

I really like your story and I would be very happy if you were to continue it.
There I said it.

[Poddy]

Thanks for the support guys - the story is slowly starting to take shape, although I do keep catching myself scribbling down notes for new ideas every other minute.

Good news, at the rate I'm going I should have Chapter 8 boxed up and ready to be shipped in a couple of weeks - it's looking like a two-parter at the moment.

[Poddy]

Chapter 8 Part 1 (I)

Natalie made sure everything was perfect.
 
The lights were dimmed low and a strategic smattering of candles smothered all corners of her bedroom in a dancing orange hue. One pumpsuit lay ceremonially on the bed, its creases smoothed out. Natalie had already wrapped herself inside her own - ready for the initiation.
 
A variety of dumbbells were in neat rows against the wall, two exercise mats were rolled out parallel, sweat towels were folded alongside the tubs of PumpLabs supplements and cleaned shakers. She’d pushed her bed against the wall to widen the floor space and set a spare mirror opposite the wardrobe mirror to allow for a full view of her front and back.

Taking one concluding inspection, she glanced down at her naked legs.

She pointed her manicured toes into the carpet and watched her leg swell as the flattering candlelight slavered over its muscular ripeness. Long, smooth and smothered with thick muscle, her quads rippled harmoniously into three powerful hunks as she flexed. The meaty trunk tapered wider and wider until it disappeared beneath the hem of her hoodie. So tightly woven together, the lowlight drew deep creases between each muscle, intensifying their incredible definition. 

Veins ascended her quads like mountain ridges in the sweeping glow. Slowly titling her leg, she watched her calves tighten into thick medallions of muscle, framed by long sleek chords that stretched from her ankle to her knee. 

Everything looked set - Natalie was satisfied as she examined her body and her bedroom, and then she heard the doorbell.

Immediately her heart fluttered with nerves, insecure jitters nibbled at her confidence. What had seemed intimate and calming before, now suddenly looked like an absurd mix between a porn movie and a middle-school séance. She zipped her snug hoodie up resignedly and trotted downstairs - it would have to do.

Through the frosted glass, she began welcoming the skinny silhouette before she even opened the door.
She almost choked when she laid eyes on Rachel bathing in the golden evening sun.

The plain, featureless girl from the gym was almost nowhere to be found.

“Rachel! Wow, you look…you look, wow.” Natalie spluttered.

Her raven-hair was glamorously feathered and rich with an angled fringe sweeping across her forehead, the shimmering rest, full of volume, was draped endlessly over each shoulder. Her plump lips popped bright red, her eyes were smoky and deep, and her cheeks were blushed into a sexy tinted pink. Her smouldering eyes burned bright green, before they crinkled cutely at the sides as she flashed a self-conscious smile.
“Thanks.” Rachel she said, sweeping her fringe away from her glimmering eyes.
 
Natalie gathered her composure quickly. “So that’s the sexy chick all those meatheads were after. No wonder they all wanted a piece!” Rachel blushed and toyed anxiously with the buttons on her jacket. “Anyway, come in. Let’s head up my room.” She finished with a curious glance out into the street.
 
Rachel slipped off her tiny pumps and obediently followed Natalie’s eager footsteps upstairs, watching her juicy glutes rolling with each step.

“The shop’s all closed up – my mum’s out at some conference in the city, she’s staying there for a few days. So, we have all night to ourselves.” Natalie called over her shoulder with a mischievous excitement crackling in her voice. Rachel meanwhile, wiped her clammy palms on her slim jeans and tried to quell her nervous breaths as her heart pounded in her chest.

“But listen.” Natalie turned as Rachel joined her on the landing. “About yesterday - I should have been completely honest with you. It’s just been so tough not being able to talk about this with anybody else - when you gave me the chance I should have taken it, not tried to feed you the same lies I have to tell everyone else. The PumpLabs guys, they told me not to tell anyone. But what you did for me, that ridiculous stunt you pulled at the gym – I don’t know anyone who would do that for me. So if you don’t deserve to know, nobody does.” she gushed, before taking a breath. “I just want to say, thank you, for being there for me.”

A small wave of satisfaction washed over her, and Rachel scoured her brain for a way to accept her apology without sounding over-eager. “You’re welcome. I guess that means there is one plus-side to having a ‘weird little toothpick stalker’” she uttered at last.

Natalie chuckled guiltily and cleared her throat, trying to sweep the twinge of remorse aside. “So I’m not going to keep anything from you anymore. Tonight you’re going to see everything.” Natalie said invitingly.

Natalie opened the door and eagerly skipped into the flooding orange light. Rachel treaded nervously through the doorframe to see Natalie already facing her in the middle of the room.

Natalie slowly unzipped her hoodie, sighing as her chest burst free from within the tight confines of her top.

Rachel felt a warm rush of blood in her cheeks as she watched Natalie unsheathe her magnificent upper-body. Her chest spilled out from above the descending zip. The gap between her pecs stretched like a small chasm, and her abs were even more tightly-packed as the light swept over her chiselled six-pack - the candlelight licking her sculpted muscles. 

She seductively peeled the hoodie down her straightened arm, smouldering as her powerful tricep bulged keenly beneath her shoulder. The striations in her shoulders looked like corrugated iron; Rachel cooed at the thirsty veins snaking from her muscly forearms and along her long, thick biceps. She followed suit with the other arm and turned her back as she tossed the empty garment onto the bed.

She lifted her arms up in line with her shoulders and flexed her back. Rachel watched the familiar muscles swell like cobblestones and her glutes tighten together into their gorgeous, rounded bubbles. Rachel spied the sinewy detail in her shoulders, and the sharp peaks at the tip of each bicep. Her muscles were faultlessly symmetrical; her physique was chiselled perfection.

She swivelled swiftly on her toes and clamped her palms together. Her meaty pecs clenched hungrily, the crevice between each rock-hard armour plate deepened further, descending into bottomless darkness in the candlelight. Her biceps bulged inwards, their peaks made wider still by the veins strapped over the top of each powerful ball.

Next, she drew her arms behind her head. With a jerk, she punched the air out of her six-pack and squeezed her abs into submission, her midriff rippling with heavenly definition. Her obliques rippled beside her slender waistline, flanking the delicious knots climbing her stomach – the suit sucked into her navel. The spandex was wrapped so perfectly around her muscles; the seal was air-tight. In the rewarding light, she looked carved from stone.

She planted her arms on her hips and thrust her chest forward, grunting as her lats creaked outwards. Natalie’s lips twisted as her upper-body widened by inches. Her elbows juddered under the tension as the muscles spread across her back. She rose onto her tip-toes and felt her legs bulging obediently, her quads splitting into their juicy hunks of power. Her transformed body was getting large by physique competitor standards now, but her incredible conditioning was the most striking; she looked ready to take to the stage that very moment. She sighed, releasing her tight muscles from her demanding demonstration.

“Welcome to your initiation!” She announced with grandeur, finally locking her body in a double-bicep pose. Shredded, sturdy baseballs punched out of her arms and she shot her dazzling blue eyes into Rachel’s enraptured green gaze.

“Whoa…You look amazing.” Rachel sighed breathlessly. Natalie brushed her hair from her eyes, a tinge of self-consciousness sweeping through her. “I like your room.”

“Thanks. You’re not joining a cult, I promise” Natalie saw Rachel’s anxious fingers twitching and cleared her throat, “Anyway, this is one is yours for tonight.” She scooped up the suit and handed it carefully to Rachel. Rachel was surprised at its weightlessness; she curiously stretched it a few times, absorbing the details as she ran the soft, smooth fabric through her fingers. She peeked inside and saw the patches, and returned her gaze to Natalie hesitantly.

“Make sure those patches are all against your muscles when you put it on, they’re pretty important.” Natalie said with a demonstrative flex of her pecs.

Rachel nodded nervously, looking again at the patches.

“Hey, you know if you want to stop at any point, just say the word, ok?” Natalie stepped closer and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah. Yes. No, I definitely want to do this.” She replied quietly, looking at Natalie’s body rather than her eyes. “I’m just a little, y’know.”

“I’ll be here every step of the way. You just have to trust me- and this.” She said calmly, rubbing a layer of the suit between her fingers. “I’ll give you two a moment.” Natalie smiled with a wink and slid out of the door.

Rachel’s heart stamped inside her chest, she finally released her tight grip from suit, and she had only gripped it so hard because she didn’t want Natalie to see her hands trembling.

Wracked by her fraying nerves, what should have been untameable excitement from bringing one of her wildest, most fetishist dreams to life instead made her quake with unbridled anxiety.

Either way, she was grateful for the privacy. She inspected the suit further. It was so light, and small. It felt positively harmless in her grasp. She spied the patches inside the suit, poised along arms, stomach, pecs and everywhere else.

She pictured the tiny suit spreading thinly over Natalie’s body – her mind wandering lustfully to the way Natalie’s muscles filled the tiny garment to bursting point with her powerful body.

She sank her teeth into her thick lip, stripped down naked and threaded her bony body inside. The suit didn’t put up much fight; its elasticity was used to more of a challenge from Natalie’s muscular physique.

Nevertheless it gladly contorted to her figure, and with some fondling from her fingers, she jostled the patches into place over where she knew her undeveloped muscles were supposed to be. Her nipples hardened and probed the cold suit at the tips of her shallow breasts.

“Ok, I’m ready, I think!” she called through the door. Natalie re-entered instantly.
 
She padded over to Rachel, the pair of them in matching blue skin. Natalie inspected Rachel intently.
 
“Ok…ok” Natalie swallowed, her mind rummaging from something positive to say about her scrawny figure.

Rachel almost looked malnourished wrapped inside. Unlike the tight, creaseless spandex over Natalie’s powerful muscles, Rachel’s suit was almost loose in places, especially around her shoulders and backside. Rachel folded her arms, feeling even tinier and exposed.

Standing face to face and looking each other up and down, the contrast between their bodies was striking. Natalie felt self-consciously buff as she stood half a dozen inches taller than the nervous girl in front of her.

Natalie’s thick pectorals stretched the suit’s neckline almost down to her collarbone, while Rachel nervously fiddled with the spandex that climbed all the way up to underneath her chin. Natalie spied Rachel’s ribcage through the suit, her breaths uneven and anxious - a stark comparison to Natalie’s immovable, chiselled six-pack. Her angled, bony shoulders opposite Natalie’s wide, rounded deltoids. Her thin, flat legs quivered next to Natalie’ meaty trunks, and Natalie’s arms hung with thick biceps as Rachel’s were like folded pencils.

As Rachel stood in her unchallenged spandex, memories of her very first pumpsuit days rushed back. Natalie smiled proudly - the chance to guide another girl, not unlike herself, through the same transformation as her filled her heart with an empowering mix of responsibility and excitement.

Natalie cleared her throat.

“Well, the first step is called ‘calibration’. You feel the patches? Each one is loaded with PumpLab’s special formula. They’ll take a minute or two to attach every time you put on the suit, and then start applying the serum into your muscles.”

“How will I know when it’s working?” Rachel asked innocently. Natalie chuckled.

“Trust me, you’ll know” Her eyes glowed knowingly. “The suits we’re wearing came just yesterday, and the juice is always sweeter when it’s fresh, if you know what I mean.”

Rachel suddenly felt a sensual squeeze in her backside. Warm and deep, it slowly began to grope her body passionately. Her heart began pumping, and she stifled a moan as the suit wrapped its hands around her unfamiliar body. The oozing sensation foraged through her tender body, squeezing her tighter as the patches began sinking their teeth into her soft flesh. Her eyes flickered shut, she whimpered, feeling the hot, tight embrace of the suit around her upper body.  She snatched heavy, loud breaths through her nostrils, trying to withstand the effervescent pleasure blooming inside her.

Her tiny fists clenched, her juicy lips pouted together into a thick red bouquet, she held her breath for a few struggling seconds as the pleasure reached its peak, crackling into every corner of her body and her thin muscles embraced the potent formula – at last her mouth burst open with a long, heavy sigh.
 
Natalie watched her body trembled as her hands fanned open and her fingers fluttered with delight.

“How’d you feel?” Natalie asked, casually rolling a pair of dumbbells towards the mats with her foot.
 
“Good. Really good.”  She cooed, her eyes glowing bright from the embers of power and pleasure.

“Told you…” Natalie purred.

“So what’s next?” Rachel asked, her breathing returning to normal.”

“Next, we put some meat on those bones!” she replied spiritedly. “First – chest!”

Natalie threw herself onto the soft carpet and eagerly began effortlessly pumping out push-ups. She hissed with controlled breaths up until a contented 25. Immediately afterwards, she rolled onto her back and grabbed the two dumbbells readily placed beside her. She hoisted them confidently above her chest and pushed out 20 chest presses, before rotating her wrists and finishing with a disciplined 15 flyes, an exerted sigh finally leaking from her in the last rep. 

She slowly lowered the weights, her chest tingling with satisfying tension. Rachel had sat on the edge of the bed twisting her anxious fingers in her soft hair as she’d watched Natalie burn through her chest exercise and then rise to her feet.

“Ok, drop and give me 20!” Natalie barked authoritatively, barely out of breath and her powerful hands planted on her hips.

Jarred by Natalie’s suddenly aggressive tone, Rachel lowered herself sheepishly to the floor, placing her knees on the exercise mat and falling forward with her palms on the floor.

“What are you doing?!” Natalie scoffed heatedly. Rachel looked between her arms and saw Natalie’s bare feet padding over to her. “Like this” she grunted as she lifted Rachel’s knees off of the floor and held her virtually parallel to the floor. “Now give me as many as you can, c’mon!” Natalie confidently balanced her with ease; Rachel felt virtually weightless in her arms.

Rachel’s trembling thin arms steadily buckled at the elbows, her hair stroked the floor as her nose descended to within an inch of the ground. She hissed loudly and pushed herself up; Natalie felt her fragile body juddering in her hands.

“That’s it! Come on, more!” she barked. Rachel responded more vigorously this time, dropping deeper and faster. “Good! Keep going!” Rachel’s nose brushed the mat and her upper body quaked under the strain, but again she tenaciously rose for 7 more laborious reps as Natalie’s shouts of encouragement drowned out the pounding in her ears.

Rachel dropped herself down, and hung briefly, her nose threatening to crash straight into the ground and end her set at a measly 7 reps. She grunted loudly, her ears caught a few more of Natalie’s muffled motivation, and she exhaled loudly as her quivering forearms strained to straighten themselves. She hung in limbo for a few seconds further, her pulse pounding in her temples, not wanting to let Natalie down, desperately wanting to be worthy of her support, and of the suit’s powers.

Just then, she felt a hand sliding up and underneath her breasts. Natalie hoisted Rachel’s body away from the floor and all the way up to her feet, planting her back down with a grunt.

“Alright, that’a girl!” Natalie said reassuringly. Rachel immediately assumed she was being sarcastic, but there wasn’t a flicker of mockery in Natalie’s big blue eyes. “So now we’ve got a couple of minutes until it starts.”

“Until the…you know what?” Rachel asked through shallow gasps. “Is anything even going to happen to me after…that?” she gestured towards the carpet, embarrassed about her performance.

“Oh yeah” Natalie grinned. “Remember, it’s all relative. It’s not just about how many reps you can do – it’s the comparative load on the muscle that counts too, and how many muscle fibres you tear – anything that we do in here gets amplified 20 times. So seeing as your muscles will be under more stress than mine, you’ll probably be the one getting the best results tonight.”

Rachel’s breathing refused to slow, her chest had stopped burning, but it had been replaced by a gripping anxious energy. Natalie took her soft hands in hers and guided them both onto the bed, facing each other. Natalie brushed Rachel’s dishevelled fringe out of her eyes.

“Don’t be scared. Remember, I’m right here.” Rachel nodded, wiping the sweat from her palms onto the sheets. “Hey, at least you didn’t have to find this out in front of a gym-full of people!” Natalie chuckled, a nervous twitch flickered over Rachel’s plump lips.

“Did it hurt? Like, the first time you did it?” Rachel whispered. Natalie simply shook her head and smiled.

“Rachel, honey, they don’t even have words for how good this feels.” She purred, her eyes glowing their icy-blue as the candle light danced on her beautiful face.

[Poddy]

Chapter 8 - Part 1 (II)

Her suit awoke. Seemingly reluctant at first, expecting more strain before it granted its reward - the burning was a gentler, oozing sensation, different from the explosive avalanches of pleasure she enjoyed after her full workouts.

As such, Natalie resumed confident control of wits as her pecs tensed towards their peaks and her breathing quickened. She stared assertively into Rachel’s wide green eyes and rested her hands ritually in her lap as she felt her twitching, meaty pectorals pumping harder and harder into their fullest size. Her chest bloomed out beneath her chin, swelling with volume by an inch or two up to the peak of its power; the suit composing her muscles for their treatment.

Natalie drew a deep breath as the suit squeezed her chest adoringly and a few layers of fresh muscle rippled their way into her body. Rachel gasped when she saw Natalie’s thick pecs creeping a few millimetres further towards her. Natalie felt her lower pectorals reaching round into her armpits, the stretching muscle occupying even more room on her packed chest. Natalie sighed sexually while the suit held her in its seductive grip for a few seconds longer, before finally releasing her.

“Hummm…..” Natalie moaned, satisfied and even more turned on at her own self-control. After some gentler exercise, she could enjoy the sensation without surrendering completely and exhausting herself in the process. Fresh energy tingled through her. “Hah…hmm…Ok, now - your turn.”

Rachel immediately felt the energy bubbling up inside her. A pleasing squeeze within her upper-body groped deeply into her chest and her arms rose slightly off of her lap in front of her.

Natalie shuffled forward, putting her warm hands around Rachel’s and pushing them together into her lap. Rachel’s chest tightened all at once and her head began tentatively tilting backwards. With another desirous grope from the suit, her eyes slammed shut and her pretty face illuminated with a euphoric grin.

Uncharted pleasure whirled inside her as her body gladly surrendered to the new sensation. Natalie spied Rachel’s bony shoulders poking out at the side while she kept her jolting hands clamped together. Once more she saw her ribcage pumping through her meatless chest, her nipples as erect as bullets. Rachel’s chin plunged down into her neck as the suit began to caress her more passionately.

A tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her throbbing chest, tightening even further as the suit began feeding her virginal muscles.

Several modest layers of thin muscle trickled into her chest. Gingerly, her shallow breasts twitched ever so slightly. With a final surge of power, her fledgling muscles tightened again and were boosted with a few extra pectorals layers, before it finally released her trembling body.
 
Rachel flopped instantly on to her back, pleasure glowing inside her. Natalie sat still, speechless and enthralled by Rachel’s reaction. She had always been keen to see the suit work its magic on someone else and it hadn’t disappointed. She recognised the suit’s masterfully erotic technique – from the teasing slow-build to the orgasmic climax.

Rachel giggled and her hand was quick to cover her mouth. Natalie grabbed the other and pulled her upright. A beaming little girl sat before her. Smiling confidently with a newly flirtatious crescent on one side of her mouth, Rachel’s pearly teeth sank seductively into her flushed lips. Her smoky eyes still closed, she still revelled openly in the pleasure and Natalie wasn’t going to interrupt. A girl who was too afraid to even speak to her a few days ago now sat quivering, vulnerably in front of her, and all Natalie could do was smile and watch.

“Oh my god…that was….that was…” she panted incredulously.

Eventually, Rachel’s eyes slowly flickered open and quickly reunited with Natalie’s proud smile.  Natalie nodded knowingly at her chest. Rachel’s eyes widened and her lungs almost burst with air.

“Wow…I can feel it. I can feel…” she trailed off, enraptured.

Without a doubt, the start of two rather shallow pectorals rested on her bony chest. Not that it would’ve have been difficult to spot any new muscles on Rachel’s petite frame, but it was progress nonetheless. The suit had stretched a little thinner to account for her modest growth; her bullet nipples were giving the suit spandex a harder time.

Rachel felt a newfound stiffness in her upper chest, tension where it had never existed before. She shuffled her shoulders around for a few seconds, foraging for control of the tingling tightness. With a sudden twitch of her breasts, a wondrous smile spread across Rachel’s bright lips. Rachel burst into giggles again as she continued to pluck her breasts with her new pectorals, helplessly addicted to the new sensation.
“Well seeing as you’re busy…” Natalie observed.

She crawled off of the bed and began another set of push-ups. She sank slowly into each rep, wanting to strain her thick chest muscles as much as she could. She pecked the carpet with her nose each rep, she pushed firmly against the floor and her muscles keenly responded.

15 controlled reps quickly passed, when a lump of weight jumped suddenly onto her back. Natalie smiled as she felt soft, long hair sweeping over her neck and warm breath giggling in to her ear.

“C’mon. I thought this suit was supposed to make you strong!” she goaded, unfurling herself along Natalie’s back and running her fingers over the smooth, knotted muscles in her back.

Natalie didn’t need another invitation. She sank boastfully into each rep with the same controlled power as before. She welcomed the extra tension in her pecs as she rose up, calling on her triceps for added support. Rachel was by no means heavy, but another 15 reps later, her muscles singed under the extra weight.

Natalie heard Rachel counting playfully in her ear as she pumped up to 30 with perfect form.

“Not bad” came the approving whisper in her ear. Rachel slid lithely off and Natalie rolled over to grab the weights.

“Wait!” Rachel barked. She kicked the readied dumbbells away and rolled a heavier set into Natalie’s open palms. “Ok - go.” Natalie had to laugh – here was the girl who couldn’t even do 10 push-ups, and now she was bossing her around. If she still didn’t look so harmless inside her unflattering spandex, Natalie may have even been riled.

Natalie gladly accepted the challenge, finding her balance with first rep and then pumping her chest in earnest. She hissed up to 20 presses, feeling her pecs nuzzling each other at the peak of each rep. She then grunted her way to 15 flyes, tightness stretching deep into her armpits as dropped the weights with a satisfied moan.

Rachel nodded in approval, her scrawny arms crossed and her bony hips cocked to one side. Natalie sprung to her feet, placing herself inches from Rachel’s mischievous grin.

“Your turn!” Rachel felt Natalie’s panting breath on her blushed cheeks. She smiled wider and nodded down at her own body.

“Hold me.”

Natalie obliged, and Rachel began her steady, quivering push-ups once again. She attacked them this time, falling and shoving herself vigorously upwards. She managed 10 with ease, trembled through 11, 12 and even 13 before she needed any extra motivation from Natalie.

She grunted loudly as she surfaced again from her 14th rep, her whole upper-body shook in Natalie’s arms. Rachel hissed downwards, her face a contorted image of exertion. Rachel reminded herself of the new muscles in her chest, she squeezed her thin pecs together as hard as she could with a snarl, and slowly she began to rise upwards. Natalie’s muffled cheerleading flooded into her ears and she rose inch by inch until finally, her elbows locked her arms straight and Natalie’s muscular arms pulled her to her feet.

“Whew! Look at you!” Natalie squealed, once more brushing Rachel’s thick hair out of her smoky eyes.

“That felt great!” Rachel panted as she grabbed Natalie’s hands and drew both of them back onto the bed.

“See? You’re getting stronger already. And just wait for the next one.” Natalie incited, sending a ripple of muscle up her chest. Rachel licked her lips and shuffled herself closer as Natalie’s breathing became laboured and her chest pumped harder and tighter.

“Can I?” she reached out a pair of tentative fingers towards Natalie’s swelling pecs. Natalie summoned the self-control to nod gently, briefly resisting the suit’s zealous squeezes.
 
Rachel’s fingers spread keenly over Natalie’s pumping pectorals. They blossomed with size, encasing her chest as they expanded and crashed together into thick hard slabs. Her pecs pumped hungrily thanks to the increased strain. Rachel gulped with desire as the rock-hard pectorals rippled under her fingers. Fully flexed, the muscles were utterly immovable. She drifted her hands over towards her armpits and discovered the meaty, sculpted curves that marked the chiselled edges of her pecs. Every inch of muscle was as solid as steel. She drew a hand back to the crevice between her pectorals, and sensually slid a finger in between.

Natalie battled to maintain her composure as she licked her lips and fresh muscle surged into her.

With a guttural moan, Natalie pecs bulged, clamping Rachel’s thin finger between their muscular slabs. Rachel couldn’t pull herself away – her enraptured jaw fell agape. Veins in Natalie’s neck pulsed rhythmically, her thirsty muscles drinking gulp after gulp of the pumpsuit’s potent venom.

Seconds marched past with Rachel’s finger caught in the muscular vice. Natalie’s throbbing pecs squeezed her finger tighter and tighter, widening and carving the ridge of her muscles even deeper, before with a bursting sigh, she relaxed.

Catching her breath and savouring the last drop of absorbing pleasure in her pussy; Natalie’s eyes openly lazily, already tipsy from the suit’s sweet nectar. Rachel had unwittingly moved within an inch of Natalie while she had been groping her pecs. Seconds later, Natalie felt a gust of shocked breath against her nose as Rachel’s suit awoke once again.

Her small breasts twitched giddily under the suit. Rachel moaned deeper, longer, and louder as her nipples rubbed sensually against its interior. With a grunt, her arms bolted forwards and her thin pectorals flexed tightly.

“Hmmph…oh, here we go…hmmm” she moaned as muscle began filling her chest. Her jaw fell open, as the redoubled power surged through her. The exhilarated smile spread back over her pretty face, her chin was soon pointed to the ceiling as she gasped in synchrony with the suit’s hot squeezes.
 
She felt a gentle ripple across her chest; her fledgling muscles gleefully embracing the acquainted power. The tension grew tighter still, with another sharp, commanding grope; her novice pectorals surged. Her slender pecs spread wider, creeping towards her neck and her armpits. The new fibers padded her physique with another few muscly millimetres. The pleasure was even more potent this time, she rushed closer and closer to climax with the suits confident, skilful strokes.

She thrust her crotch along the bed sheets, rhythmically in time with the orgasmic waves crashing inside her.  Natalie admired how keenly she embraced it, remembering how nervously resistant she was to it her first time. Her boobs twitched with her vigorous thrusts. Then, in a final flourish, Rachel’s developing pectorals hoisted her breasts higher than ever and Rachel sighed desirously.

Rachel’s chest relaxed. “Mmmm….God, that time was even better” She purred, her plumped lips glistening under a stroke of her tongue. She gleefully twitched her breasts again. She twisted to her side and the candles’ flattering light illuminated a slender crack that had appeared between her pecs.

“Look, look!” she squealed, looking up expectantly at Natalie, keeping her shallow muscles flexed. Natalie shuffled forward, her smile beaming in the warm light. She stretched out a hand and gave Rachel’s chest a prod.

Sure enough, there was a layer of muscle underneath the suit that hadn’t existed before. Indeed, the neckline of her suit had even crept down a centimetre to accommodate. The faint outline of her upper pectorals ran parallel to her collarbone, undoubtedly fuller and thicker. Consumed by her empowering new ability, Rachel couldn’t resist a few more exploratory twitches. Putting her hands together, she grinned; revelling in the tension as she played with her pecs.

“Well, would you look at those babies!” Natalie said encouragingly. Rachel blushed, all of a sudden embarrassed.

“I’ve got so much energy. I’ve never felt so strong before. I feel so good!” she chirped, restlessly kneading the bed sheets with her excited hands. “What’s next?” she asked excitedly.

“Well…” Natalie replied. “Which would you prefer?” Natalie looked seductively through one piercing blue eye, her fringe hanging wantonly over the other. Enticingly, she hoisted her lean arms up and stretched the suit with her biceps. Definition creaking through her skin-tight blue and lean, tight lumps rose up. Natalie glanced in admiration at them both. Rachel sighed yearningly through her nose. “These?”

She pulled her arms behind her head and squeezed her abs hard. They bit in to the spandex as her six-pack rippled into view. Her defined washboard looked absolutely ripped in the candlelight. The warm orange light flowed through each crevice in her abs, making them look even tighter and more defined. “Or these?”
 
Eagerly, Rachel lifted up her thin, frail arms, mimicking Natalie and nodding certainly. She let out a nervous laugh at the sight of her featureless arms compared to Natalie’s. She grinned, her cheeks crinkling dimpling beside her pink lips, and clambered off the bed towards the dumbbells.

So this’ll be it for a couple of months I’m afraid. Hopefully it will tide you over into the summer. Thanks go out to Solitariodude, Ninjastar, Online1138 and ELRoy1999 for your support! I'll be back before you know it!

[solitariodude]

Thanks again and looking forward to more

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you very much. Enjoy the time off!

[NinjaStar]

How could you do that to us, Poddy? I don't know if I can hang on for more for that long.