Layla 1: This Used to Fit Me...by Ataru320
on October 2, 2006 - 11:03am
“Dang, why won’t this thing get on? It fit about a few months ago!”
Layla Kira Richardson struggled as she tried to place her formerly moderate-sized T-shirt over her immense bosom, struggling as she saw that the two immense, round orbs were only covered from the top two-thirds. The bottom third continued to hang there in perfect pose, held up by a combination of back and pectoral muscles developed to the point that she didn’t even need a bra for support! But even so, she still needed a bra to cover up her chest if she wanted to go out in a presentable fashion for the afternoon!
“Mom, when did I last wear this thing anyway?”, she yelled out to whomever would hear her, hoping someone would be around. As she held on, she continued trying to stretch the T-shirt down, hoping it would just somehow magically become larger or longer or something! As she moved her arms, she could feel her massive shoulder muscles tightening up around the cuffs of the shirt, as if they were trying to tear them even further than she wanted. While it was bad enough that the cuffs couldn’t even reach down to her actual arms (which may have been a problem anyway since her biceps were so huge they would tear them up easily), having them stop at the shoulders was just as difficult and trying. Each movement would possibly be one more step towards turning them into cotton threads and she really wanted to try and save this thing, let alone the possibility of most of her summer wardrobe!
“Mom? Are you sure you didn’t just run it through the wash over the year? It can’t shrink that much, can it!” Unfortunately, the problem with the shirt in itself wasn’t Layla’s mother’s fault, but Layla’s herself! When she originally bought the shirt towards the end of summer the previous year, she was merely a sweet, cute 5 ft. 5 in. teenager, thin, chestless and preparing to enter her sophomore year of high school. All she really was concerned about was trying to improve on her grades after a mediocre freshman year where she spent more time staring at boys than studying. In particular were her physical education grades, which showed her barely passing if only for the effort she tried as opposed to her actual abilities. In order to try and help her out that year, one of the gym teachers suggested that she started hitting the weight room, perhaps a couple days or so a week to at least keep her in the running alongside the rest of her classmates. The original plan involved merely having her playing with a couple dumbbells and some light weights on the machine, enough to at least keep up with the others. Unfortunately, no one, not even Layla, expected her to adapt so well with the lifting schedule she had received. By the end of September, what had started with five pound dumbbells had progressed to twenties and light work on the barbells. It was as she started to lift that other changes began to emerge: her flat figure began to blossom into small breasts and she started to have a growth spurt in height as well, gaining about an inch or so.
http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/3404/leylanormnetff4.jpgAs the months passed, Layla’s development became more and more astounding. By Halloween, a fairy princess costume she had bought early did not fit her as well, as pink mesh started to tear from growing biceps and calves and her breasts began to fill in her outfit. By Thanksgiving, she was so hungry that she started gobbling up close to half the turkey for protein needs! And it was close to Christmas break that she nearly embarrassed herself: during a regular trip to the mall with her friends, she ended up accidentally tearing up her tight sweater in the middle of a crowd, revealing a physique no one wanted to see, let alone a much larger E-cup chest pouring out of her body! Layla’s friends were starting to become scared of her, seeing her growing too quickly into some freak and even suspecting she was on steroids or was actually a man with implants! And with her eclipsing her father’s modest 6 ft. height and lifting 300 with her arms and 500 with her legs, no one could look at her with a straight face without staring at her or making rude remarks outside her family or the one or two friends who really cared! Over the holidays, she was forced to take a check up with a family doctor (as much as she didn’t want it), where she was forced to undergo various tests and trials to explain what was happening to her! By the time New Years came around, the results came in: apparently Layla had a special genetic trait that had passed down and awakened under the circumstances she was under. Called by the acronym “GAPAS” (Genetically Awakened Physically Altered Specimen), it said to consistently enhance physical being due to consistent training and particular circumstances. These circumstances affected Layla to allow for her body to increase through training through her muscles, bones, organs and tissues, and even her hormones and lipids in her chest! The doctor advised her not to take things too quickly, if only to prevent her body from wearing out and lose the gift that she somehow possessed. Layla too felt scared by what was happening to her, seeing her go from this slender state to an amazon so quickly! But even so, she was intrigued to trying to find her limits and see how far to take this.
http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/6334/laylamidnetfp3.jpgWhen break ended, Layla went right back to work, continuing to lift and increase her capabilities one day at a time! But it was during this period that the changes really started to make themselves known. Layla couldn’t go three weeks without ripping up a uniform for school, forcing her parents to consistently adjust them in cuffs and length to match her physique. Around mid-January, she was forced out of the school gym due to running out of weights, having annihilated the school record months ago and already lifted all the weights in the room at once. The school gave her a free membership to a local bodybuilding club, where she immediately was seen as larger than many of the most powerful lifters and starting off with at least 700 lbs arms and a ton for legs from day one! By March, when the weather became nice again, her parents had to buy her yet another all new wardrobe, seeing how her short-sleeved shirts were being ripped up by immense, growing biceps and boulder-like boobs that were starting to be seen from below! The worst came when Layla’s mom bought new jeans for her only to have her ankles rip them up as she put them on the first time! She had to go to a big-and-tall men’s department in order to find something that fit her, but even that was in shreds by mid-April! Most of her friends had left her by the time testing came in May, mostly considering that her uniforms had now come down to sleeveless vest-like jackets that revealed gargantuan arms and one or two buttons holding her cleavage back, even her chiseled abs were seen under it all! Since no one wanted to take a chance with pants, she was stuck wearing long-skirts to hide her huge thighs and calves, with only the risk of an occasional size change or rising up with her height.
As Layla struggled to put her T-shirt on in the midst of this late-June day, she fully revealed who she was now. Within this room with boy-band posters and fluffy stuffed animals sat a 6 foot 7 inch girl, completely covering her bed as her feet hung off from her position. The only part of her that suggested the cute girl she still was her head, where her innocent hazel eyes stared out towards her hands and two ribbons wrapped around her hair creating small pigtails that bounced along freely. Below that and her neck suggested a completely different kind of beast: her shoulders downwards to her arms held immense muscle, honed from her GAPAS genetics to the point where she became afraid of even measuring them anymore since it would probably be an inch or two too small from the next time! Last time she checked, she thought she could at least lift 1500 pounds with them, but she wasn’t sure if it was that or closer to a ton! Downwards, her poor, pitiful T-shirt hung in place over two gargantuan orbs, similarly awakened from her training and similarly seen by Layla as immeasurable due to consistent growth spurts. She could probably place them along side some porn star she read about, but outside being the real thing, she couldn’t figure out if she was the same or bigger. Her nipples appear to be squished up to the front of the shirt, aching to be free! One could see from behind that her back showed an impressive wingspan, chiseled to the point of allowing her momentous breasts to be held up so well! Under the third of boob flesh that peered through, Layla’s abdomen showed off a precise, chiseled six-pack, perhaps suggesting more but they had been covered by her bounty. A small G-string hung between her abs and her legs, enough to cover her privates but making Layla feel too nude at this time. She really wanted to put on some new jeans she got from the Big and Tall shop a couple days ago, but feared that they would probably turn either into shorts or shreds if she put them on. Then again, with beefy thighs and calves working to lift close to two tons of weight, it was no wonder she was able to wear pants at all now! Her feet, also affected by her growth spurts, were covered by an immense pair of bunny slippers, utterly snug to the point of possible suffocation, but she couldn’t bear take them off!
But as impressive and power as the amazon appeared, it was Layla’s cute, sweet tone voice that told the true story of her life. Even as she went from her slender form to muscle goddess this year, she somehow found the time to remain herself in the midst of these changes. Even now, as she sat on her bed waiting for her mother to respond to her problems with her T-shirt, she was wondering about what was going on today at the mall! She had promised a few friends she would do a bit of shopping, maybe take in a movie or something. On her nightstand sat her allowance of thirty dollars for the week, all from doing what she had to do for her family. Though she mostly used it to try and find a fitting wardrobe, she was probably going to use it to see a movie a tad overpriced and maybe chow down on a few burgers and a shake at the food court. (amazingly, she had a huge appetite due to her changes, but not enough to turn her into a complete pig) She also wondered if there were going to be some cute guys there to maybe flirt with or say hi, but unfortunately she knew that was probably going to be rather negatively affective. Back in September, she probably could have gone up to a guy and gotten a date or maybe a phone number with them saying how cute she was. But in June, most guys outside immense perverts just ignored her, frightened by a teenage female that was extremely buff and buxom, no matter how cute she was! Sure there was one or two guy that liked “that sort of thing”, but all of them were these jerks that just wanted to put it in! Layla rather take it easy and one day at a time just like her training: if she did meet the right one, maybe take it slowly, sure someday she would have the full experience, but she was happy with where she was now.
“Mom, where are you? I don’t think its fitting!” Layla yelled out one more time, afraid that another breath would make the shirt climb up even further to the point of it only covering half her chest instead of two-thirds! She couldn’t bear move her arms to adjust it again without thinking that a thread or a tear would start bursting it to shreds. She really liked this shirt last year, how it hung around her and she had to tuck it in to her shorts just to show it off. But now, close to a year later, she knew that she had to replace it. Perhaps, when she got to the mall later, she could find it in an extremely large size and buy a new one, sure Layla didn’t know how long it was going to last and how it would fit over her arms and chest, but its better than nothing!
http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/172/laylacovernetfw1.jpgHere is a list of more chapters of this story that I have access to:
layla-1-this-used-fit-me
layla-2-another-checkup-even-more-to-see
layla-3-the-lesser-three-evils
layla-4-muscle-musume
layla-5-the-beautiful-people
layla-6-naked-thoughts
layla-7-the-big-network
layla-8-boy-meets-muscle-girl
layla-91-shooting-up-layla-pt-1
layla-92-shooting-up-layla-pt-2
layla-93-shooting-up-layla-pt-3
layla-94-shooting-up-layla-pt-4
layla-95-shooting-up-layla-pt-5
layla-96-shooting-up-layla-pt-6
omake-1-the-strongest-woman-world
