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Power-Up
by slimdim
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Scolding water cascaded down Sam’s cut body. It felt so good relaxing under the hot rush after a hard workout, the feel of the water hammering against her pumped muscles. She arched her head back, stretching out her eight-pack abs.
Medical and scientific advances over the last dozen-or-so years had almost doubled the human lifespan, people were staying younger and fitter for longer. Even the normal once-a-week gym goers had bodies that rivalled the fitness models of ten years ago. People, like Sam, who put the effort in could have physiques that would have been almost impossible back then.
Sam wiped the condensation from the mirrored door of the shower cubicle and started squeezing the water from her dark hair. It had been an ‘arm day’ today and it showed.
Damn it looked good seeing her hard, angular biceps jump up. Letting her hair fall, Sam flexed her bicep in the mirror. She’d measured herself on the way in. Her biceps had been 45cm then. They looked bigger now. She traced her finger along the network of veins that ran from her shoulder and over the split peak of her biceps.
She loved her biceps split. It was something she’d been working on for the last month, and now, thanks to all her hard work and a clean diet she looked great.
Of course she couldn’t take all the credit, PowerHouse was one of the best gyms in the city. And, as far as Sam knew, the only one to cater for the Enhanced, designer babies who had turned their superior genetics to strength and muscle training. The hulking beasts tended to congregate at the far end, competing with the one and two hundred kilo dumbbells. She could see why they intimidated some people, but the few she’d talked to had been really nice. And she was in no doubt it was their memberships that paid for all the high tech equipment.
Lowering her arm, she turned off the water, and gave herself a onceover in the mirror.
Her hazy reflection stared back at her, diamond quads and thick striated thighs, above that the perfectly symmetrical blocks of her eight-pack leading up to her thick pecs and modest breasts. Her thick deltoids extenuated her wide shoulders and hourglass figure.
Sam stepped out of the shower cubicle and reached for her towel. There was one other person in the locker room, she had her back to Sam flexing in the full height mirrors at the far end of the room. She was amazing, she was-
Sam froze, her had inches from the towel staring at the young woman at the mirrors. “Jen?”
The woman at the mirrors turned dropping her huge arms. She was so thick her arms didn’t fall to her sides, but stayed pushed out at an angle by her wide back. Even with massive traps rising up from her shoulders, Sam would recognise the sweet heart shaped face and short pixy-cut hair.
“Jen.” The towel forgotten, Sam started toward her old friend. “haven’t seen you in a while. Looks like you’ve been busy.” She gestured toward the Jen’s huge physique.
The last time Sam had seen Jen, only a couple of months ago, the two girls had been almost the same size. Yeah, Jen had always been slightly bigger, but her gains over the last month were way more than Sam’s.
“Sam, you look great!” Beaming, Jen swept Sam up into a crushing hug.
Sam flexed her chest and abs, trying to no get crushed against Jen’s granite body. “Can’t breathe.”
“Sorry.” Jen, blushed dropping Sam back to the floor.
“Good god, your strong now. And huge, look at you.” Sam gestured to Jen’s huge, powerfully body. “What have you been doing to get a bod like that?”
Jen blushed, looking down, avoiding Sam’s gaze. “Just hard work is all.”
“Just hard work,” Sam blurted out, her eyes wide. “You must have put on nearly twenty-five kilos of muscle in a couple of months.”
A smile flashed across Jen’s face. “I have been trying to bulk up.” She raised her right arm into a bicep flex. Its massive bulk dwarfed Sam’s biceps. It must have been fifty-five, sixty centimetres.
The body she’d been so proud of minutes ago seemed weedy and small next to Jen.
“Seriously, how did you do it? And how strong are you anyway?”
Jen lowered her arm. “I haven’t measured in a while.”
“Let me grab some cloths and then let’s go find out.” Sam rushed over and pulled lose yoga-style trousers and a halter top that showed of her shoulders and arms. Jen was still wearing her workout shorts and sports bra combo that showed off all of her physique.
Back out in the gym the two girls made for the measuring suite. The grey cubicles used 3d laser scanning to measure your muscles while you pulled against magnetic handles that measured your strength and gave you feedback while you worked out.
The arm unit was free.
“Why don’t you go first, Sam,” Jen offered. “I want to see what you can do.”
“Okay.” Sam pressed her thumb to the touch screen on the outside of the unit.
“Registered user Sam Vaughn logged in. Please step into the scanner,” scrolled across the screen.
Sam stepped into the cubicle and grabbed the handles. Her corded forearms bulged as she squeezed the grips.
“Grip strength: 57.8kg,” Appeared on the back wall.
Sam gritted her teeth and squeezed harder her forearms burning form the force she was applying. The number in front of her scrolled up to 59.2.
She shifted her posture, extending her arms either side in the cable curl position. It was her favourite move, it allowed her to see her biceps contract as she worked.
The resistance magnets activated with a low hum, offering some resistance as she curled her arms.
The “Bicep strength:” number whizzed up as she started to curl her forearms inward. The machine was designed to allow your arms into the optimum position for both measuring and strength before it put any real resistance in.
Sams arms stopped just before they reached right angles. Now the proper workout began.
Her spilt biceps jumped up on her arms the upper peak knotting into a nice softball sized lump. The screen read, “Bicep strength: 57.8kg. Bicep size: 44.5cm”
Sam smiled, and piled on the power. Her forearms came up past vertical, the lower part of her bicep pilling up at it contracted.
“Strength: 62.2kg. Size: 46.3cm”
“Come on, I can do better.” She squeezed the words out through clenched teeth and glaring at her pumped bicep.
Veins spread across her chest and shoulders, and down her arms, pumping blood into her engorged muscles. She felt stronger than she’d ever been before. She was so damn powerful.
Her shacking arms curled slightly further inward, her fantastic biceps rising higher. The Sharp angles of her muscle looked so good she didn’t even feel the need to read the screen.
“Bicep Strength: 64.0kg. Size 47.4cm”
It was a new record.
She let the handles go. The snapped back onto the walls with a dull thud that Sam could barely hear over the pounding of her heart. She bent over, hands on her knees, breathing hard. She’d not worked her arms that hard in a long time. Damn it felt good.
After moment she stepped from the booth. “Your go, Jen.”
Smiling Jen pressed her thumb to the login screen. “Registered user Jen Powers logged in.”
Jen nodded and stepped in, grabbing the handles.
The display on the back wall sprang to life with, “Grip strength: 62.1kg.”
Wow, Sam thought. I guess those muscles aren’t just for show.
Sam’s mouth dropped open as the number started scrolling upward.
Jen’s forearms exploded with power. Her ripped arms bulked up even more, each muscle straining against her skin
“Grip strength: 66.5kg.”
Jen looked down at her right arm. A look of concentration washing over her cute face.
“Grip strength: 68.9kg.”
Letting out a breath Jen relaxed her arms.
“Whoa,” Sam said. “That’s impressive!”
Jen smiled at her in the mirrored back of the booth and raised her arms like Sam had done moments before. “Let’s see what these puppies can do.”
She started curling her arms inward.
Number zipped past on the screen as her forearms came up to the upright. The upper peak of her bicep look almost as big Sam’s whole arm.
“Bicep Strength: 73.4kg. Size 45.5cm”
Jen’s arms came past upright her biceps thundering with power, her bowling-pin like forearms shaking as she pulled harder.
“Bicep Strength: 77.4kg. Size 52.1cm”
Like before, Jen looked over at her right bicep. Think veins ran all across her upper body. She was so pumped.
More veins appeared and Jen’s bicep contracted even more pushing her thick head higher and pulling her hand down even further.
Sam had never seen a normal person get so far into the movement using these machines. The magnets must be pulling back with tremendous force.
“Bicep Strength: 78.8kg. Size 52.7cm”
With a huge roar unbridled power Jen curled harder. Her whole upper body was shaking, her hands moved even further inward. She had practically completed the curl! Her arms were so thick, her biceps looked like bowling balls.
“Bicep Strength: 80.2kg. Size 53.1cm”
Jen dropped the handles and turned to face Sam, she looked so pumped and massive, but not nearly as tired as Sam had been.
Jen grinned. “That’s a new record!”
Sam shook her head. Even after seeing with her own eyes, she couldn’t believe how strong her friend was.
“You have to tell me how you got so strong so quickly,” Sam begged as they walked back to the locker room.
To be continued...
