No matter how many days - months had gone by, it still felt so naughty. Could no one tell, see - sense what she was doing to her body? As Jessica grunted and snarled at her sweaty reflection. She adored what stared back at her.
A vein-struck, tight-skinned, thickly-muscled superhero version of herself was curling a loaded barbell. Stuffed and pumped with potent steroids into the vainest, most shameless - and in her eyes - sexiest version of herself.
It was so obvious. To her at least - that was half of the thrill of it. She didn't have an athletic bone in her body. 'Mathletics' was the closest she’d ever gotten to a sport in her high school years. Fear for her scrawny body kept her on the side-lines for most mandatory sports, where was happy to stay.
But this was a new town – a whole new city. No one knew her. Finally she was free. Free to reveal her long-hidden desire to blossom into a irresistible amazon.
Even months after arriving, her eyes still scanned the room between sets. She expected someone to eventually recognise her. Half of her was anxious of being spotted - by someone who knew who she really was - the skinny, quiet wallflower.
The rest of her coiled up with arousal at the idea. The idea of one of the high school jocks or "it" girls seeing Jessica Kebultz’s muscular glutes pouring out of her microshorts. Pouring out of everything. She couldn’t shrink back into her old self now. Crossing her arms made lemon biceps bulge, and her packed back muscles meant she couldn't slouch if she tried.
Jessica leaned harder into her set; the thoughts rekindling the strength in her beefy arms. Every rep, set, and gruelling session with the potent anabolic cocktail in her veins had made her carnal desire for size more obvious.
She simply wanted more of her. It wasn't about 'self-care', it wasn't her 'therapy', nor was it about living to see 100.
The tight, skin-stretching pumps, like the one building in her arms was for her. Because they felt fucking amazing. And the steroids just made them better. There was nothing like liquid orgasm squirting from her thighs, deep into her backside, up her back then down to her fists - all of it squeezing girlish grunts from her slender, sunken cheeks and narrow face.
It didn't match - her pretty face and her body - that was one of her favourite things. Every flex was a reminder how shamelessly juiced she was, beyond any of her natural limitations. Each thick, sculpted bulge was blatantly enhanced, and stuffed for pure pleasure.
‘Roid-soaked fibre after fibre had been added to her orb-like delts and separated quads. Forcibly over-ripened to almost heavyweight size, with amazing separation and control.
No part of her had been knitted tighter from formative years of sport. Her physique had been laying in it's balanced, pristine, untested blueprint, then shocked with deliciously potent chemicals, pumped bigger with every carefully selected rep, for maximum size and shape.
Jessica lifted the trembling bar to her chin. She felt the metal sliding in her wet palms. She watched her blocky 8-pack pressing out of her midriff with every gasp. She lowered the bar at a crawl. Her python biceps clenched as hard as steel on the descent. Her whole body trembled as the bar passed her naval.
Finally, she let it clatter to the ground. A sumptuously arousing pump flooded her arms. She flexed hard and basked in the deep, hot, thumping pulses.
The ripples of skin at her elbows and armpits. The shelf of her paving-slab pectorals thrusting outwards, flanked by her cannonball shoulders. All of it positively bursting out of her sloping, princess hips. She was so yoked. It wasn't even subtle. Were she alone, her hands would be inside her wet microshorts already.
How many nights and years she'd dreamed of having this kind of body. But fear of revealing her devious desires made her suppress it. Now - finally - her true self was bulging, rippling, ripening under her glossy skin. The wallflower was finally blossoming.
Jessica knew she wasn't coming home for the summer. 3 more years of school. A 24-hour gym. Enough savings to cover her 'supplements'. And this. Just this. More of this.
She swooned at the idea. What a homecoming that would be. She snatched the barbell from her feet and began curling again.
