« Posted on: May 30, 2018, 06:18:42 pm »
Chapter 16: "Humility", Part 1The next morning had a much more comfortable start. 9:00 a.m. for a lifting class was heaven compared to the hell of 7:00 a.m. physics. Sara and Michelle made their way to the 8th floor of the National Kinesiology Laboratory, the
other big shiny building on campus besides the gym. Inside was one of the core classes of the NCB curriculum: Advanced Body Mechanics and Lifting Techniques.
The classroom had the format of a lecture hall, similar to physics yesterday but with significantly fewer rows. And to both the benefit and delight of the students, every seat in the house featured a comfortably wide berth. The two girls found an empty pair, and made themselves at home.
While Sara pulled up the day’s material on her tablet, Michelle kept a careful eye on the steady flow of fellow freshman through the entryway. Just like at the sorority house, every girl who walked through those doors was a rival. However, there was only one she really cared to see. But as the clock ticked closer and closer to 9:00, there was still no sign of her.
“Hey,” Sara poked Michelle in the arm. “Check this out! They’ve got all of the lifting diagrams for like, every exercise ever!”
“Hmm?” Michelle replied, distracted by her task. Barely turning to face her friend, she added, “Yeah, that’s really cool, Sara.”
“Are…you okay? What are you looking…at…” Sara’s voice trailed off as she got her answer.
At last, the pale-skinned, achingly beautiful titaness had made her entrance. Heather’s stride and swagger nearly sucked the air out of the room. The gorgeous redhead was practically spilling out of her short, summer dress. The sleeveless, V-neck top had a cut so low that you could see every inch of her astoundingly deep cleavage. Not to mention, the pendulous swinging of her meaty, inhumanly ripped arms and her long, tree-shaming legs mesmerized all comers.
Instantly, there was a buzz of multicolored excitement. Though the girls may have tried their best to hide their feelings, there was a palpable mix of jealousy, lust, and intrigue in the air. Hushed whispers about the happenings at the sorority house quickly bounced between the students while not-so-discreet pointing of fingers made it clear who the rumors were about.
With all eyes on Heather, few paid notice to the harem in her wake. Her new pawns followed like chicks to a mother hen. Jacquie as well as four other recently inducted BAE members kept their heads down as they followed their leader single-file up to the final row of seats.
Michelle was dumbfounded, though not by the dramatic entrance. Rather, there was something very, very different about the way she looked.
“What happened?” Michelle blurted in genuine confusion as she turned to face Heather.
She cocked her head ever so slightly. “What are you talking about?”
Unsure of how else to say it, she continued with, “You look…small.”
A look of incredulity washed over the redhead’s face, which was quickly followed by a hearty chuckle. The five other sisters joined in, though there was a subtle anxiety to their laughter.
“What the
hell are you talking about?” she asked, shaking her head.
Michelle wasn’t entirely sure. The image was surreal. Heather was, though still impressive, no bigger than anyone else in the room. “I mean, you look like, I don’t know, a normal human being for once.”
Still smiling, Heather paused for a moment. “You know what, Michelle. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It’s not,” she responded without hesitation. “What are you doing?”
The sound of the heavy, entranceway door opening one last time cut their conversation short. It was the professor.
“Good morning class,” she spoke with authority. “My name is Dr. Harriett Warner, and I am the Instructor for Advanced Body Mechanics and Lifting Techniques I. Or, as many like to call it: Lifting 101.”
Though the tall, silver-haired woman looked to be no older than her late thirties, the depth of her tone and gravitas of her speech portrayed someone more senior.
“First, you’re probably wondering why you even need to take this class. After all, you already know how to train properly, right?” she asked rhetorically before quickly continuing, “
Wrong. There is an art and a technique to lifting weights that goes far beyond the basics you learned at your local gym. Here, I will show you how to pump your muscles to perfection. Otherwise, you’ll never stand a chance on the big stage.”
Dr. Warner was dressed in what could be appropriately described as the exact opposite of whatever Heather is wearing. A smart, buttoned-up, long-sleeved blouse and grey pencil skirt revealed little skin. Even so, it was clear that there was plenty of size to back up her booming voice. The blouse could not hide the mountainous traps rising up towards her ear. Nor could the nearly overstretched fabric obscure the rippling striations of her massive arms. It looked as though she was unsuccessfully smuggling pairs of pumpkins, watermelons, and holiday hams into the sleeves. The rest of her was just as impressive: perky pecs, a lovely, plump rump, and calves that were every man’s wet dream. In other words, in spite of her age, she was more than a match for any of the much younger freshmen in the room.
“Now you are most likely thinking, ‘what can this old hag teach me about building my body?’”
As she spoke, Michelle heard a soft gasp from behind her, followed by faint whispering. A quick glance found a distressed look on Jacquie’s face. She was staring straight down, one hand cupping her mouth. Heather was leaned over, speaking softly into her ear while her right hand was tucked below Jacquie’s waste and out of sight.
Michelle mouthed, “What the fuck?”
Heather playfully used her free hand to shush her as she continued to have her way with the French minx. All the while, the professor continued her monologue.
“Well, all you need to know is that I won Ms. America before any of you were even born,” she spoke proudly. “Which means I know a thing or two about what it takes to-“
“Aaahhhh…,” a moan cut through the air.
Dr. Warner turned to see who had interrupted her. “Is everything alright?”
Heather instantly retreated, leaving Jacquie out to dry. Hand still over her mouth, Jacquie cleared her throat and replied, “So sorry! Just my allergies!”
Unconvinced but undeterred, Dr. Warner moved on.
As she went over the syllabus, Michelle’s head couldn’t stop spinning. She was still in the midst of figuring out what her rival had done. During the latter half of the sorority party, when Heather was having her way with the former president, she looked like she was ready to compete at the national level. In the arm wrestling video, she hulked out into the biggest human being on planet Earth. But now, she was only slightly larger than she was when the two first met. This should have been a dream come true, but something was clearly amiss.
Sara knew it too. She was there when the all-conquering teenage muscle goddess first entered into the arena of that pool party. Everybody there was blown away at just how unbelievably muscular the young freshman was. She herself hasn’t stopped thinking about her. That unreal size, confidence, and beauty; it was everything she aspired to be and more. Now she was left wondering what happened to the rest of Heather.
After discussing grading, Dr. Warner wrapped up the introduction. “I very much believe in the method of learning by doing, which is why we will be heading next door to one of the kinesiology gyms. There, I have a very special surprise for you all. Please follow me.”
Row by row, the class lined up to accompany the professor. As Michelle’s row emptied, Sara briskly walked up beside her.
“Holy crap, she’s that girl from the party!” she said in a hushed tone.
“Yes, I know.”
“What the heck happened to her?”
“I’m still trying to figure that out.”
Sara scratched her head. “Do you think she…took some pills on Saturday to make herself look bigger?”
Michelle sighed. “I don’t…I don’t think so. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s not even possible.”
“Well then, what is? You said she won that contest after I left. What else happened that night?”
“I…a lot of things. I’m not gonna go into it but whatever she was doing…” Michelle paused for a brief moment. “It was for real.”
Before the roommates could give the notion any more thought, they found themselves standing in the middle of dozens upon dozens of machines. Much like the main campus gym, this one was filled with specialized, weightless equipment designed take on any and every exercise imaginable. Somehow, these machines looked even more hi-tech, if such a thing were possible. Though the layout of each piece was similar, the key difference was an additional set of holographic displays and auxiliary hardware.
“Welcome to
my gym.” Dr. Warner stood on one of the magnetic weight platforms, hands on her hips. “Most of this equipment should look familiar. However, there is one major difference.” With a quick tap of the machine’s switch, the displays came to life.
“They didn’t have this wonderful stuff back when I was a student. But now, every single one of you will have the pleasure of working with machines that will grade your form and help you correct it!” A few more taps brought up an additional display, which directly faced her.
“Allow me to demonstrate.” The statuesque professor grabbed a long bar from the unit and positioned herself for some barbell curls.
“Two thousand.” Immediately, the forward facing display read off 2000 pounds. Then, the magnets ramped up, whirring as they came online.
Her tight blouse was put to the ultimate test as a full ton worth of weight pulled down on the bar. Biceps and shoulders flared with impressive size as she began curling. As she did so, the surrounding displays lit up with her reflection. However, instead of full color images, they were black-and-white, and almost stick-figure in style.
“These displays monitor and grade your form,” she spoke, her voice nary a hint of strain. “They also show you how to make the necessary adjustments to improve it.”
Beneath the number “2000” was another reading: “95%”.
“My form is 5% off from being perfect. And if you look to my right, you can see why.”
A series of colored arrows appeared on the right display, urging the reflection to drop the bar lower on subsequent reps.
“There,” she said, continuing to crank out half a car’s worth of weight like it was nothing. “I just have to drop the bar a little bit lower before I bring the weight back up…and…”
Quickly, the percentage meter rose to 99%.
“Perfect. Nearly.” Dr. Warner shut down the magnets and replaced the bar. Michelle had lost count of how many reps she had done, but it must have been at least twenty. Somehow, her elegant blouse managed to hold firm through it all.
“No piece of equipment will be more important to you than these machines. Without good form, you’ll never reach your true potential.” She reached into her bag to pull out a remote.
“Actually, there is
one exception.” With a press of a button, the wall behind the students slowly retracted to reveal nearly two dozen, very spacious stalls. Each had a locker, as well as a contraption that resembled one of those airport body scanners.
“Alright girls, each one go to a locker. Whichever you pick, I’ll assign to you for the year. Don’t worry, they’re all the same.”
Sheepishly, each of the young bodybuilders stepped into a stall and opened up the storage. A collective gasp echoed through the room when they did.
“No way!” “Are these real?” “Do we get to keep them?” The girls clamored as they each pulled out a brand new compression suit from the lockers. Sara and Michelle’s reactions were a tad more muted.
“Yup, they’re all yours!” Girly squeals accompanied the earthshaking thuds of literal tons worth of teenage muscle hammering the floor.
Dr. Warner crossed her arms before shouting, “But that means they’re also 100%
your responsibility! That means maintenance, cleaning, and of course, you break it, you buy it. And I don’t have to remind you how expensive they are, do I?”
“We’ll totally take good care of them. Promise!” one of the girls responded gleefully.
“Glad to hear it. Just one thing: if this is your first time wearing a suit, be prepared. Putting it on is rather…uncomfortable.”
“Ms. Warner?” a voice called out from another stall.
“That’s
Dr. Warner to you, Ms…Heather, correct?”
“Oh sorry!” She replied, sticking her head out from behind the stall. “I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate you giving us these suits, but…I already have one.”
Michelle’s heart sank.
Dr. Warner raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say you needed one on the survey?”
“Well, yes, but I recently got one fitted, so…”
Michelle’s heart was now in her stomach.
“It’s a good thing these are brand new, then. You should have updated us when you got your own suit,” she accosted.
“I know, I’m really sorry!” Heather repented, a nauseating innocence to her voice.
“Don’t apologize, just take your own suit out,” she barked. “You do have it with you, correct?”
“Yeah, I’m wearing it!”
Michelle leaned her head back. “Fuck.”
Time seemed to stop as the entire classroom went silent. The normally stoic professor looked dumbfounded.
“W-What do you mean you’re…wearing it?” she asked after collecting herself.
“I mean…” Still fully clothed, Heather stepped out of the stall before continuing, “I’m
wearing it.” Her voice had transitioned from high-pitched, naïve young schoolgirl to throaty, sexual dominatrix.
Dr. Warner’s mind was in a jumble. She heard what the girl was saying, but the words were beyond comprehension. “That’s…T-That’s impossible. I-I..I don’t, I don’t see…”
Hands on her hips, Heather strolled up to the stammering instructor. “Then let me show you.”
Suddenly, an uncountable set of small, abyssal black hexagons tessellated from nucleation sites all around her body, quickly covering her from neck down in a skin-tight bodysuit. A series of dark blue lines traced up each limb and towards her back before merging into one.
For the first time in her illustrious career, both as an award-winning, world-class bodybuilder and professor at the most elite institution in the country, Harriett Warner was speechless. And she wasn’t alone. The nearly two dozen other students in the class were collectively holding their breaths, too shocked to even gasp. Michelle on the other hand, had but a single thought: here we go again.
Without a word, the stunned instructor reached out to touch the smooth polymer surface of the suit, still trying to make sense of the situation. How was this freshman still so muscular inside a compression suit? Where did she even get this fitted? And most importantly, just how big was she really? There were so many questions.
Sensing her uncertainty, Heather wielded that trademarked cocky grin. “You still don’t understand, do you? Here, I can help.”
She reached down and pulled up the backside of her dress to reveal two things. First was her bulbous behind, which was somehow astonishingly striated in spite of the pitch black texture of the suit. The second was a blue circle on the small of her back. With a simple press of that circle, the suit began to hum as the lines glowed neon. A few seconds later, it hissed and split cleanly along those very same lines. It quickly shrank as Heather pulled the fractured compression suit off, leaving her in just the dress.
“What have you done?!” Dr. Warner regained her voice a little too late, taking two steps back in preparation for the inevitable.
Before Heather could even think to respond, a tidal wave of burning power ripped right through her body. Bracing herself, every single muscle fiber began to twitch uncontrollably. Within seconds, and to the horror and excitement of those watching, the freshman began to grow.
The redheaded she-beast growled as every part of her being revealed their true selves. Arms that would have already made any 18 year old girl ecstatic blew up with even more, absurdly defined yet 100% feminine muscle. Veins twisted and turned and bloated while the underlying musculature stretched her pale skin to its absolute limit. It looked as though she was gaining years’ worth of mass in just seconds.
As her biceps, triceps, and even forearms continued to expand, they quickly ran into the rapidly flaring latissimus dorsi of her back. Every inch of space between them was quickly filled, forcing the arms of this albatross to adopt increasingly wider positions. She was practically resting her bullish arms on them.
Meanwhile, the centerpieces of her voluptuous figure began to inflate. It was almost comical, watching her muscle-packed mega-tits get pumped up like bike tires. Bigger and bigger they unstoppably grew, shredding the top of the dress into a cloud of fabric. Her deeper by the second cleavage quickly swallowing up her own chin. Like her arms, they too were covered in thick swathes of undulating vasculature and accentuated by striations that were probably more appropriately called ravines. And as her pecs reached their apex, so did her lovely, plump nipples. The pair of 5 inch long teats looked almost as hard as the “breasts” they stood on.
The rest of her body reacted no differently. Every single one of her 10 pack abs literally popped with muscle, rapidly doubling in size and deepening the chasms between them. Though her waist was thin enough to give her an almost surreal hour-glass figure, it alone had enough size and muscle to compete against the chests of most male bodybuilders.
Just below the midsection was her magnificent lower body. Her glutes packed on ungodly amounts of mass, turning them into super-striated medicine balls of sensual, yet indomitable, she-beef. That mighty, ravenous ass ate up and spit out what little remained of the dress, exposing its full glory. Her thighs too went from thick and sumptuous to anatomically impossible. A tangled horde of indestructible cables of muscle stretched from pelvis to patella, forming quads that made Sara’s look pathetic by comparison.
All of this occurred over a mere 10 seconds. Heather, among others, was left gasping for air. Sweat dripped down her chin and glazed the rest of her body in a fine sheen that only accentuated her ripples, her striations, and of course, her superiority.
Still huffing and puffing, she turned to Jacquie and said, “Sorry…about…the dress…”
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My man, you're like Game of Thrones with these updates! I have no idea where this story's going to end up, but I'm really happy that you tied the compression suit back in, as in opens the door for Michelle's mom to return to the forefront. How is Michelle ever going to best Heather? Or is this one where the black hat comes away victorious??