[fokerz] Carol and Her Weighted Workout (Reposted as a Complete Story)

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Carol and Her Weighted Workout
by fokerz

Part 1

She told me to follow her. The basement door opened and we went in a room full of diverse gym-equipment; weights, dumbbells, training devices, and bars. Rays of light were sneaking through the small windows, which were now closed. The air stood still and it was very hot inside. Carol looked at me and asked, “Today I want to test my strength and push my muscles to the limit. Would you help me?” Her voice sounded full of concentration and she seemed to be very serious.

Looking around I nodded my head. All the training tools and weights of various size impressed me. There was plenty of free weights, plates, belts, and weighted chains in the room.

“During this workout, I will show you how I developed my muscles and became as strong as I am,” she continued. Hmm, muscles? What kind of muscles? I looked back at Carol. She was wearing an oversized puffy jacket and some loose pants. Her figure seemed to me quite wide and I supposed she was a bit overweight and fatty. That would make sense with the weight-loss workout.

“Obviously, working out is about physiqueal strength, but not just that, mental strength is also essential. The strength of my mind is of even greater importance than the pure strength of my body,” she said, attentively looking at me as if she was examining me. Then came an astonishing question. “Do you mind if I take my jacket and pants off? I prefer to workout in high temperatures and want to get a full range of motion as well.”

Still being a little bit shocked, I nodded again and murmured, “Sure, go ahead.”

Carol unzipped her jacket and threw it aside. My jaw instantly dropped. I couldn’t see even a piece of fat on her upper body. Instead it was covered with layers and layers of shredded and well developed muscles. The kind of muscles I’ve only seen on some professional bodybuilders. Even relaxed her biceps were huge, not less than 17 inches around. Her triceps bulging dramatically at her sides and her deltoid muscles almost the size of softballs.

Amazed I looked at her breasts. They were not like normal breasts at all. Two big pectoral muscles covered in veins were protruding out of her pumped upper body. Her cleavage had to be at least two inches deep. They were partially covered by a pink sports bra and the material was already well stretched, trying to embrace her man-shaming pecs. Her nipples, somehow half of an inch in length, were easy to recognize. They were placed a bit to the side of each massive pectoral and were looking rather down, dragging the material down and revealing more of her pectoral meat.

But her abdominal muscles made my eyes widen. Never have I ever seen such chiseled blocks of abs. She had a remarkable eight-pack, each of the cubes standing separately. The depth of each muscle had to be not less than an inch deep. It seemed that I could insert a finger in the middle of the canyons of her insanely developed muscle cubes. They were well covered in veins, even at rest.

Carol turned around but I had no chance to focus on her impressive muscular back because she took her pants off in one quick motion. Her shredded meaty glutes, divided only by a thin line of her black thong came in sight. They were trained to such condition, that I could clearly see outlines of each muscle group and all the striations of her butt. The muscularity of her thighs was so hardcore they were hanging inches over her knees and were visible even when she stood with her back to me. Each of her calves was the size of my thigh at its widest.

I marveled at her muscular legs in motion as Carol wandered to a set of dumbbells. Nonchalantly, she ran her fingers over some of them. She passed 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s before settling on a pair of 80-pound dumbbells. She moved with them to the center of the room and said facing me, “Let’s do some warm-ups.”

I couldn’t believe my ears! Warm-up with 80 pounds in each arm? The muscular girl in front of me began to perform perfect bicep curls. Rep after rep, she lifted the weight alternatively with each arm. After a set of 20 reps, her biceps grew bigger and veins began to run over them. She was breathing rhythmically and after five seconds started her second set.

I was admiring her physique. Her body was beyond perfection, beyond any possible muscularity I could imagine on a young girl. She didn’t seem to be older than 20 years old. How could she have such a shredded body? Taking another look at her abs, I noticed she didn’t actually have an eight-pack. Her high placed thong covered the last visible set of bricks. To my amazement, there were some more bulges under them. Is it somehow even possible to have a 10-pack of abs at all?

Meanwhile this muscle angel was doing reps without even breaking a sweat. When Carol completed the 20th rep of her third set, she kept the massive dumbbells at her shoulders and requested, “Take the timer and come closer.” I took a timer from the table and stood four meters (13 feet) in front of her, admiring her physique. “Could you set the timer in stopwatch mode?” she asked. I managed to do it.

Carol raised her arms to the sides, parallel to the floor with the 80-pound dumbbell in each hand and held the weight horizontally. Muscles in her arms tensed to take the strain. Her biceps stretched and her triceps bulged with veins. “Start the clock” she said. I tore my eyes away to click the button then gazed back at her beautiful form again.
Carol was pretty enough, but to have an attractive face and this fantastic super body was too much for me to comprehend. Seconds ticked away. She was holding these big dumbbells with her arms stretched for almost a minute now. A light tremor began to form in her shoulders.

At two minutes her legs began to move gradually aside as well. Oh my God! Carol was slowly bringing her body to a split position while holding the weights. At the three minute mark she was in a perfect 180 degree split. I was in awe of her flexibility. The trembling in her arms now became more prominent.

She was saying something between controlled breaths. “Bring those two weighted chains.” I ran to the hooks where they were hanging and grabbed one at first.

“Uff! How heavy are they?” It was difficult to move them both at once so I carried them one by one.

“Forty pounds each,” she said through slightly gritted teeth. “Now hang them to the dumbbells.” We were approaching the four minute mark as I hung the chains and stepped back. Her flexed biceps and shoulders had to take the extra weight and they were noticeably looking more strained than before. Carol was doing her best to appear composed, but she had now been in this tortuous position for over four minutes and had received an extra load.

What she did next impressed me. Carol tensed her shredded legs, buttocks, and abs muscles and brought herself back to a standing position. With her sheer power, simply slid and brought her legs back together. After a couple of breaths, she lowered herself to a perfect split position again.

I looked at her abs and saw they had sprung into even more definition. I thought I could see them quivering slightly with the strain. More and thicker veins appeared on them, as well as on her biceps and triceps.

How could she hold this much? I struggled to lift 40 pounds and she was holding 120 pounds with each straight arm now. “Get ready with the next 40-pound chains at five minutes,” she gasped. She didn't look like she could last until the five minute mark.

This was crazy. She was not only trying to endure this position for as long as she could, but she was making it increasingly difficult! I felt a surge of admiration and excitement as the five minute mark arrived and I increased the load to 160 pounds on each of her outstretched arms. Carol groaned as her arms dropped and she took an agonizing three seconds to pull them back up. Her shaking was now much worse and I thought she might give up at any moment. But her arms, huge biceps and triceps vibrating, somehow maintained the position.

By this time, her body was shined with perspiration. Her face was reddening again and her teeth were clamped in a grimace of pure determination. She looked in my eyes and agonizingly slowly, by pulling her legs together brought her body to a standing position once more. Her massive arms were covered in sweat now and shaking badly.

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Part 2

At the six minute mark, Carol grunted and performed a double biceps pose, holding 160 pounds in each hand. Her arms were massive, probably the biggest I’ve ever seen in my life. Veins were running over the peaks and I watched in awe as her biceps reached an incredible 22 inches fully flexed. I was looking at this muscle girl and couldn’t believe my luck to see her working out, to see how hard she was burning.

“Impossible,” was the only word I managed to whisper.

Holding this pose for 10 seconds, Carol let the dumbbells and weighted chains fall to the concrete floor and instantly got herself into a push-up position. Still breathing rapidly, she did 50 push-ups in less than 40 seconds and paused. Her head came up and she requested “Bring two of those 25 kilos (55 lbs) plates and put them on my back.”

In a state of shock, I carried the heavy plates one by one and laid them on her muscular back. God, they were not light at all, but the extra weight made no difference to her stable horizontal form. Carol breathed in and out and continued her push-ups, now with 50 kilos (110 lbs) of additional resistance.

I admired her broad back and muscled glutes. Each part of her body was so extremely developed and full of glistening muscles. Meanwhile she was cracking rep after rep...60...70...80 repetitions. At 90 she slowed down a bit, but her push-ups maintained a perfect form.

I tried to think of how many regular push-ups I could do, maybe 30 or 40. This muscle girl was doing three times as much, having an extra load on her back.

At 100, she held her arms straight, her head came up again and she murmured between rapid breath “Put two more plates. Make it 100 kilos (220 lbs).”

Shaking my head, I said uncertainly “Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be too much?”

Her eyes flashed “Please, put more weight. I want to show you what my body is capable of.” Astonished I rested another two plates, 25 kilos (55 lbs) each, carefully on the ones she already had on her back. I stood right in front of her. Impressively, it didn’t affect her position.

Carol proceeded to do push-ups, looking straight at me. My mouth was open. How is it possible to perform so many of them with so much extra weight? Her arms, pumped from the previous dumbbell-workout, were lowering and bringing her body up rhythmically like pistons. I looked at her pecs. They were getting red and standing further out from her body with more mass. Her cleavage increased to three inches deep with prominent muscle striations on them.

She was moving slower now. At 130, Carol gritted her teeth and began to grunt each time she straightened her arms. At 140, sweat started to drop from her forehead to the floor. The 149th rep was very measured, her face full of determination. As I counted 150, Carol paused again, her massive arms trembling. Now she was in this push-up position for almost five minutes, not only holding it, but doing push-ups with such a heavy weight on her back.

Hell, she was strong. I could see that her ab cubes became even more prominent and were bulging. Each of her upper cubes probably the size of my fist now. Huge pecs taking more and more space beneath her. Each time Carol was in the lowest point of her push-up they scratched the floor leaving marks of her sweat. Her sport-bra, struggling to hold all the growing and billowing pectoral mass, stretched even more.

With her eyes on me, she was saying something between grunts. I came closer to be ready to take the weights off because they were quite heavy for me to do it in a quick motion. Her words hit me like a punch “Add more weight.”

Being hypnotized, I questioned “How?” Somehow I was certain she was about to finish at the mark of 150 extremely weighted push-ups.

“Put, arghhh, four more plates and make it 200 kilos, nghhhh!” How could she demand more? Her figure was trembling and shaking. Almost unconsciously ran I to the weight stack. I had to do it four times as the plates were too heavy for me to carry two of them at once.

At the moment I stabilized all the plates on her broad back, her incredible musculature transfixed me again. Her insane V-shape, her shredded lower back muscles connecting to the over pumped glutes, which got bigger now. I could hardly recognize the thin lines of her black thong, as it was completely engulfed by the massive meat of her buttocks, covered in veins.

Biting her lower lip and starring at the floor, wet with her own sweat, Carol somehow managed to take control over her shuddering and, to my amazement, continued to perform steady push-ups of perfect form. Now with 200 kilos (440 lbs) of extra weight! I never thought this was humanly possible. The feat of strength she was doing right in front of me simply couldn’t be accepted by my mind. I stood there and watched. I kept counting in whispers: 158...165...172.

At the rep number 180, her shudders worsened and it took her 10 seconds to go down and up with the immense weight on her back. She was now crying, tears mixing with the sweat. Her body racked by sobs as well as the spasms of her amazing muscles. I thought she was going to stop and fall at every rep, but she kept going, growling after each of the successful stretching of her hugely pumped arms.

Performing the 187th rep, Carol threw her head side to side a couple of times, as if protesting to give up. “Grrr! C’mon girl!” she grunted loud. A spray of sweat scattered from her hair and, with a terrible shudder, she gradually completed the push-up and then two more in the same manner.

I noticed that her nipples were now not less than 2 inches long, bulging from the sport-bra, which was so tight that its edges were not able to cover much of her impossibly huge pectoral mass as she breathed out. God, I have never seen such big nipples on a person. The material of her bra was totally wet and stretched to its limits.

During the 190th rep, I expected her to collapse at any second. It took Carol more than 15 seconds to finish it in agony. She was clearly in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her pecs, covered in veins as thick as my fingers, were fighting for space pushing her arms further apart. Her head came up again. Wuch a pretty young face full of effort and determination. She was trying to say something through the sobs. I honestly thought and hoped she was going to ask me to take the plates off, but she whispered “Get on. Uughhhh! Get on my back.”

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Part 3

I was simply astonished. “What?! How?” I exclaimed. I wasn’t able to put it all together in my head. Her massive arms trembling, holding her body in this position for almost 10 minutes now, with incredibly heavy extra weight on her back, performing push-ups. Yet she wanted more. She wanted to make it even harder, to overcome the highest peaks of exhaustion and to continue doing push-ups. Increasing the weight and making it even more difficult. Carol’s face showed pain and determination.

I stood still and could not make a move, shocked by the whole scenery in front of me. The muscled angel repeated between sobs “Do it for me. Get on. Step on my glutes.” Her voice quivering, but also full of confidence.

Being in a dreamy state, I obeyed and carefully transferred my bodyweight onto her ripped mass placing my feet on the most muscular ass I ever seen. “Ngghhhaaaaaghh!” she exhaled from deep inside. To my amazement, she managed to keep her shredded figure straight and steady. I felt her rock-hard glutes with my feet. There was no chance to dent or affect them with my 80 kilos (176 lbs) body weight at all. They were also covered in her sweat, which was streaming from almost all the edges of her pumped body.

“Hold on,” she gasped and after a couple of quick breathes we began to descent. I leaned forward and put my hands on the plates to stabilize myself. There was a big mirror in front of us on the wall. I imagined how Carol, being alone in the basement after her cruel workout, flexes and admires her muscles, her insane physique. Now the mirror was reflecting a huge muscle monster touching the floor with a pair of oversized pecs. Hell this girl is unreal.

“Aaaghhhyessss!” she cried at the bottom and then we went up agonizingly slow. At the half way point, Carol suddenly paused, looked me straight in the eye and, oh god, opened her mouth and licked her lower lip in an exceptionally sexy way. I felt a push. Carol flexed her colossal buttocks more and I rose another inch. She lifted me higher by the sheer power of flexing her inhuman glutes. She held me there and completed the 191th weighted push-up with a gut-wrenching groan. Layers of muscle striations of her ripped glutes supported me.

In awe, I witnessed Clara perform another four push-ups in a slow, determined way, crying in effort and grunting hard. Yet the sounds she made were extremely feminine and sexy. Carol did the next two push-ups huffing, roaring like an animal and went abruptly down for the 198th. It took her unbelievable arms and pec muscles more than a minute to perform this one and lift us up again.

I marveled at every muscle group of her extreme physique. Her gigantic arms were probably thicker than my waist! Cords of muscles in her back formed deep canyons, full of sweat. Her glutes were now two big beefy plates, pulsating with veins. Her behemoth thighs casting huge shadows on the concrete floor.

Meanwhile she was concentrating on something. Carol bit her lip, her eyes rolled up, uncovering more of her eye-whites. “Ngghhhaaarrr!” I rose higher another half an inch. Oh god, she flexed her butt muscles more! Impossible! Every muscle I could see bulged and sprang into sharper definition. Her whole body shaking wildly, she managed to hold this position for five seconds. Finally, her arms gave up and we collapsed to the floor, landing on her pecs and thighs.

She had no more strength left. Sobbing and huffing like an animal, Carol was murmuring something “Mgha. Nghash. Step...step off...please.” I hurried to do so. Finally, she reached her limit and, probably the limit of any human being in a weighted push-ups marathon. I had a strange new feeling. Even witnessing this incredible workout, I was somehow disappointed she did not make it to 200.

Carefully grabbing the highest 25 kilo (55 lb) plate, I began to take it off in order to remove them one after another. But Carol yelled at me loudly “No!” I stepped aside in shock. “Don’t. Please. I’m not done yet. My pecs need to burn more. I want to show you...how hardcore they really are. Nghhh!” Impressively, her voice was soft like silk now and it seemed she dedicated all her efforts to me at that moment. Laying on her pecs and thighs, Carol put her exhausted arms along her body and gripped her still pulsating glutes in each of her hands, her fingers naively trying to dent the muscles that were harder than stone. I sat directly in front of her when she said, “Watch this. Mmmmm!”

I will never forget what happened next. Carol began to flex her massive pecs. Harder and harder. They erupted with crazy amount of definition. Incredibly, they began to push her body and the eight 25 kilo (55 lbs) plates on her back skyward again, whilst her whole frame shook violently. Screaming shrilly, her man-shaming pectoral muscles were working as a jack-lift when you need to change a wheel in your car. Totally exhausted, she called on reserves which I thought a human being couldn’t possible have.

It occurred to me that Carol was doing her 200th rep not with her arms but with her pecs! Which were now outgrowing any known limits of size, becoming illegally huge. So big I could not recall anything close to their size on man or woman. So huge that only some cartoonists were brave enough to draw something similar in their fantasies. These ripped pectorals belonged to the most muscular girl I’ve ever seen and she was here, for real in this gym-basement in front of me. By flexing them, Carol lifted herself two and a half inches higher and was still going for more.

“ARRRRRGH!” Her eyes were on fire. Her sport-bra was not able to contain such mass anymore. I heard a ripping sound and the material shredded to pieces. Oh god, she has just flexed out of her clothes! Her thighs left the floor as Carol kept pushing herself higher. Each immense muscle orb of her pecs was nearing the size of basketballs. A menagerie of veins running over them and waterfalls of sweat falling down from their edges. These two mammoth pistons were stretching her skin more and I doubted whether they could belong to a human being, yet to such a beautiful young girl. How could she do this to herself? How many hours did she spend working on her enormous chest to make it reach such condition?

When her pecs gained seven inches in height, Carol held the flex. I grabbed the timer and by pushing a button began to measure this madness. Fifteen second. Twenty-five seconds. Her nipple placement was very extreme now. They were hanging in the air under the first two abs cubes parallel to the floor, guided a bit to the sides. They were not less than three inches long and as thick as my thumbs!

At 50 seconds, her face was getting redder. Veins from all directions were going to her chest in order to pump more blood to them. Her eyes focused on me. “Bring the barbell from the bench-press. Ygghhh! Hurry up!”

What does she have in her crazy mind? I rushed to the far corner of the basement and in a couple of seconds came back with the 20 kilo (44 lb) empty metal stick. Still holding her chest fully flexed, Carol looked down at her pectoral meat and roared like an animal a couple of times. Incredibly, bit by bit, they started to separate and form a gap. She breathed out “Insert the end...arrgghh...between my breasts.”

Damn, she called these muscle pythons “breasts.” Shaking my head slowly side to side, I obeyed and put the end of the barbell where this shaking muscle queen wanted, directly into the newly formed opening in her enormous chest. Carol clenched her pecs again, securing the bar at a 45-degree angle.

Grunting, she said, “Be ready to put 25 kilos (55 lbs) on the other end every 30 seconds. Nghhhaaarr. Mghhaa. Start!” Not being able to control my emotions and actions anymore, I gathered the plates nearby and added the first one at the 30 seconds mark. “AAARRGHHH! YESSS!” She shook and screamed through tears, but managed to hold the barbell firm. The strain on her pecs must be enormous by now. Not only was she holding herself up with fully flexed chest muscles with 200 kilos (440 lbs) on her back, but she was also using her inner pectoral muscles to grip the metal bar and keep it stable. Carol’s muscle were insatiable.

Watching her trembling and shaking, I increased the weight on the far end of the barbell to 50 kilos (110 lbs) at the one minute mark. Her head came up and she whispered between sobs, “Look at my pecs. Do you like them?”

I responded, “Hell girl, you are incredible!” Gripping her left glute, Carol dug deep between her ass-muscles with her right hand and ripped off her thong, releasing her pussy fluids. With a loud splosh they landed beneath her. “Mmmm...I will burn myself to the limit for you. Nghaa!” She was shredded beyond believe. Her nipples got almost four inches long and, unbelievably, were scratching her fist-sized upper abs-cubes. With my hands trembling, I reached for the next 25 kilos (55 lbs) plate.

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Part 4

At the 90 second mark, I reached for the next 25 kilos (55 lbs) plate to add it to the metal bar, which was sticking out from Carol’s huge chest. Her condition was truly insane now. She was roaring hard between breaths. I was so impressed by the sight of her ripped pecs, they were now casting their own shadows on the floor. Her face full of sweat and tears showed she was going through a hell of arousal and agony, holding this unbelievable flex for over one and half a minutes. Supporting her body and so much extra weight by the sheer power of her shredded vascular chest.

When the third plate joined the others, the whole torture for the grip strength of her extremely flexed and veiny pecs reached 95 kilograms (210 pounds), including the weight of the bar. At that moment, her feet began to leave the floor and the weighted end of the bar sank lower to the floor. With 200 kilograms (440 pounds) centered on her back, she had simply too much weight on the front now. Carol’s exhausted mind had somehow realized the misbalance. Her biceps bulged more and she pressed harder on her glutes, literally pressing her lower body to the floor, in order to maintain the stability of her position. Her triceps muscles sprang and showed more definition. “Mghhhaaa!” her red face expressed a rigid determination.

I looked at the sheer width of her back. It was so shocking that the eight plates seemed to me tiny compared to her over-developed back. Her ultra-shredded pecs stood in a lake of her sweat. Veins as thick as my fingers ran over them, pulsating wildly. With my jaw dropped, I marveled at these huge slabs of rippling meat. Then my look went to the pair of painfully erect four inch long nipples, which were now pressing hard on her grapefruit-sized abs cubes. Her serratus and obliques stood in remarkable definition. All I could see was layers of thick and corded muscles. Her angelic face and her eyes wide open in tears of efforts, telling a story of unreal suffering.

Carol was shuddering and fit to burst but was trying to say something in a tiny voice. I leaned closer to hear it and caught the sweet smell of her body and felt the heat radiating from her over-worked muscles. “Please. No more plates. Unghhfff...grrr! I want you to...mhhhfff...hang from the end of the bar," she was asking in a trembling voice.

What was she thinking? In the state that she was in, I expected her to fall abruptly at any second. Yet she wanted more. More torture for her two pecs of solid muscle. In addition, 80 kilograms (176 lbs) more to be held by her muscular pecs. I looked again at the striations and veins squirming in the deep groove between her meaty pectorals.

“Please do it. Ngha! Try to rip it from my pecs,” she whispered sexily, catching her breath in between her huffs and grunts. Fully shocked, I obeyed. Encircled my hands over the end of the bar, I slowly lifted my legs off the floor. “Nggggaaaa!! Uhfff! Mhhh!” Deep animal screams came from Carol’s exhausted lungs. This feat of strength almost made me faint. Carol took short quick breaths, squeezed her meaty pecs even harder and managed to hold all the weight there! Her shuddering doubled as she forced her body and especially her pectoral flesh to the absolute limit of its capabilities and endurance.

She pressed harder on her glutes with her arms to compensate the overweight on the front. Her stamina was incredible. After many minutes of weighted push-ups and ever-increasing efforts of self-torture, her almost inhuman determination demanded more from her incredible muscles. Seconds passed. Carol’s face reddened more and more finger-sized veins appeared to travel on her monstrous chest. She focused her eyes on me and shook violently like an earthquake couple of times. I looked down and saw additional streams of her juices on the floor, right under her ripped midsection and bulging thighs. Oh, god, she was orgasming! Tears of exhaustion, pleasure, and pain were running down her young cheeks.

Slowly but surely, the bar and me began to descent to the horizontal position. Her teeth clenched, her jaw jutting out, her eyes wide and looking in mine. Carol roared loud and stopped us from going down, but only for a couple of seconds before slowly, very slowly, we began to move down again. She threw everything she had into her shredded but already so exhausted muscles. Her pecs didn't give up all the way, managing to keep the descent at a very measured pace until my feet touched the ground.

Then she collapsed abruptly to the floor, fully wet in her sweat and juices. Luckily, Carol managed to stabilize her frame and all the extra weight with her hands on the floor. The hyper-vascular pecs gave all they could and were still trembling hard.

Finally, they released the metal bar. Even unflexed they were the biggest blocks of ripped pectoral meat I’ve ever seen. Her nipples so long and thick that they were probably larger than some male cocks. All her colossal muscles quivered. Seeing her sobbing and crying, I moved the metal bar to the side and started to remove the 25 kilos (55 lbs) plates from her wide and insanely muscular back, one after another. When I finished my arms hurt from these unusual efforts.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from Carol’s impossible physique. I watched Carol’s back heave with bulging muscle as she moaned on the floor. Her breathing telling a story of extreme exhaustion, like after running a marathon. Carol’s huge figure was still trembling in chaotic shakes. The waves of her super muscle orgasm were hanging in the air.

After only 20 seconds of laying in this position, Carol braced her tired hands and slowly managed to stand straight. Her eyes met mine. She bite her lower lip and flexed her right pec, then her left, and then both of them together a couple of times. Huge masses of flesh moved gradually up and down. “Look...ughhh...at them,” she breathed out heavily. These were the biggest pecs I have ever seen, so ripped, so shredded. During this controlled and measured flexing of her pec-meat, she rolled and contracted them, showing insane definition of each corded muscle stitch. Her four inch erect nipples had nothing to do but point straight down towards the floor, because of the painful musculature of her bloated chest.

Carol’s waist was quite small compering to her over muscled upper and lower body. It complemented her dreamy V-shape very well. Her beefy abs were extremely huge. They looked like a stack of big oranges, ripped and striated, and her serratus and obliques stood in great prominence. My eyes widened. She didn’t have an eight pack. She had two rows of five meaty cubes. Her sweat ran on the underside of her pectoral monsters and then was dripping down to her middle set of abs, continuing to stream further down on her fourth and then on her last fifth pair of abdominal blocks. Even this last pair, which I had no idea how hard are to develop, were standing firm and the separation between them was at least one and a half inch deep. The drops of her sweat were traveling further down and, mixed with her pussy-juices, ran over her colossal legs.

Carol didn’t let me marvel at her naked body too long. Still trembling from her insane workout and without giving herself even a slightest break, she moved to another part of the basement where I noticed a pull-up bar with some strange pieces of weights lying on the floor beneath it. When she walked, her quads caught my attention. They were so ripped and probably the most muscular thighs I’ve ever seen in my life. Three thick bulges of hard muscles hung out from her legs, overshadowing her knees. They twitched and flexed with every movement she made. The condition of Carol’s ass was simply unbelievable. All the striations in her glutes made me think of hours and hours of impossible tough workouts she went through in order to build such a bottom. Moreover, she reached such a shredded condition before going into her 20s.

When Carol reached the far corner of the basement, she went into a double biceps pose. She looked back and asked, in her voice full of exhaustion after her incredible chest workout, “Are you up for some pull-ups?” Holy crap! She was caressing the veiny bulges of the biceps’ peaks. I nodded but could not believe that was she going to do pull-ups without any brake.

There was a small steel movable ladder with only three steps under the pull-up bar. Why was it there? Can’t Carol simply jump? The bar is not hung that high. “I also want to show you how strong my abs muscles are and I will need your help here.”

I came closer to her and was awkwardly standing there, mesmerized by this muscle queen. Meanwhile she took a big 20-kilo (44 lb.) weighted belt and adjusted it on her waist. There was a short but thick metal chain with a big hook attached to its end. She came closer to a set of four 50-kilo (110 lbs.) plates which were bound together. She spread her massive legs, went into a half-sit-up position and connected the hook of her weighted belt to this colossal weight. I watched in awe as this shredded muscle girl grunted and managed to straighten her legs, lifting all the weight from the floor. Walking in small steps, she reached the steel ladder with the weight swinging between her over-muscled leg-pillars. Step by step she went up the ladder to its highest point. Her quads and calves bulging extremely with every movement, as she had to constantly transfer all the weight from one leg to another in this weird elevation. Then Carol raised her hands, grabbed the bar, and lifted her feet completely from the floor!

“Please move the ladder away.” Her face full of determination with her eyes focused. She was hanging from the bar with 220 kilograms (485 lbs.) of extra weight! When I dragged the ladder to the side, she raised her feet together so now her body was in a pike position with her legs hanging horizontal. Her huge abdominal blocks sprang to life. They had a crazy definition. Each cube stood separately, with fat veins running over them. Carol developed her abs muscles so impossibly hard, that the small canyons between them were at least one and a half inch deep. Her thigh muscles bulged more, creating craters of muscle cords!

What came next made my jaw drop. Carol looked me in the eye and requested, “Please count.” Then her biceps and back muscles flexed, heaving herself upwards, performing a pull-up with perfect form. She didn’t stop until her swollen pecs pressed the bar, and only after that she went down in a controlled manner. “Ughh! Come on.” She looked back at me and I exhaled “One.”

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Part 5

I marveled at Carol’s extreme physique. Her body ripped and shredded to the core, glistening in streams of her sweat. Breathing heavily, she was ready for the second rep of her unimaginably cruel pull-up workout.

Muscles radiating with impossible strength flexed harder when she heaved herself, plus the 220 kilograms (485 lbs.) of extra weight attached to her poor waist, upwards for the second time. When she was at the apex of the rep, I looked in awe at her screaming biceps and my eyes nearly jumped out of my skull. Carol’s peaks bulged more, showing muscles on top of muscles wriggling with veins underneath practically semi-transparent, tissue-paper thin skin. “Ugnghhhaaa,” she groaned. Bushy ropes of vascularity spread across the bulges of her thick, head-separated biceps muscles, amplifying the tops of her magnificent, monstrously developed arms with an inch thick, pulsing veins. I swore I could hear the blood pulsating and rushing in those fat arteries of the most muscular girl I have ever seen, or ever imagined.

I whispered “Two,” and focused on her superb stomach muscles when Carol went up for the third weighted pull-up. Hanging from the bar with her legs in this jack-knife position, her abs created two-inch deep grooves that delineated and separated her horrifyingly cut, blown out abdomen. It looked like 10 swollen ripe oranges, packed under her thin skin.
Three...four...five...unbelievable. With her teeth clenched, Carol was performing pull-up after pull-up. Six...seven... The rippling meat-cleavage of her colossal pecs was driving me crazy each time the top of her chest slammed the metal pull-up bar, accompanied by an animalistic grunt from Carol’s beautiful face. Her expression was now distorted by pain of these huge efforts.

Eight...nine... Rep number ten was slower than the others. Again I saw tears in the corners of her eyes, her mouth formed an O-shape and agonizingly slow she finished the 10th rep, instantly dropping to a hanging position with her immense arms fully stretched. Somehow, she managed to hold the grip with her hands. The massive attached weight was trying to bring her down, yet her sculped body of a female Adonis fought all the gravity constants. Carol’s will power was something out of this world. I could not comprehend how she was still able to go on after working out so hard and in such crazy way, pushing her crying in pain muscles over all known limits.

I came closer and said “Ten! You’re incredible! I cannot believe you are this strong!”

Catching her breath, Carol looked down at me, bit her upper lip and said “I’ve just ssssstarted. Mmmmh...Do you want to see...Ngha...how strong my...mmmmh...muscles really are?” Refusing to accept my luck, I began to shake my head chaotically up and down. “Attach those two chains from the floor to my ankles.”

As if in a dream I obeyed. I picked up a 25 kilos (55 lbs) chain with a special ring in the middle, which was goint to be put over her ankles with a kind of a lock to firmly tighten the ring over her feet. Gawd it was heavy. Carol’s raised legs were at my head level. When I was about to lift the first chain completely from the floor, I struggling with its weight.

She gasped at me “No. Not this one. Take the 50-kilo (110 lb.) one. Arghh. Hurry up please.”

My eyes widened. I released the “light” chain and braced myself to lift the fat massive 50-kilogram (110 lb.) chain she wanted. I could not drag it up. It was too much weight for me to lift completely from the floor to the level of her hanging legs. “To heavy. I can’t,” I had to say.

Carol shook her massive frame and murmured “Attach two small ones. Two to each ankle. Pfghaaa.” It took me almost half a minute to complete the task. I secured each of the chain’s ring under her huge bulging calves. Carol was now hanging for over five minutes with 220 kilograms (485 lbs.) under her swelling massively ripped glutes, and four chains, 25 kilos (55 lbs) each were firmly attached to her feet parallel to the floor. At the very moment I stepped back, her legs went down. It was not a surprise. No way could she hold that much in this agonizing position. What came next made me fall to my knees.

Carol roared and lifted her legs, knees straight, up to the horizontal position and then down back to the vertical position, performing a jack-knife exercise with so much extra weight! She repeated this a further ten times, her pace slowing and her face reddening more and more as the grueling exercise progressed.

I was amazed at her stamina. The 10-pack of her abdominal has gotten two inches deep, each and every perfectly shaped abs cube. I could completely insert a finger in between those massive slabs of abs-meat. “Nghaa! Fuck! More. Muscles. Grow!” she yelled at her inhuman stomach-blocks in her insane efforts, lifting her legs up and down, performing the exercise with perfect form. Each time the huge flesh of her thighs and calves rose, her back would arch slightly and her man-shaming pecs would seemingly expand in my direction. Her stomach developed wild cords of muscles at each side, whilst ridges of radiating she-beef pushed out, fighting for space. I was simply transfixed by this young muscle beast!

How strong her abs are has to be due to rep after rep, furiously lifting 100 kilograms (220 lbs.). “I’ll burn my muscles to the limit for you...Nghaa!” Gawd, I gasped as her back expanded like a cobra's hood. Thick sinewy arms pushed further apart to accommodate her bulging lats. Carol’s chest rose by inches with the incredible efforts her exhausted body was performing. Pectorals squeezed tighter together as she adjusted her rippling arms of the hanging bar. Her eyes on fire looking at me, as if I was her main motivation to rip her over-developed physique to shreds. After another ten leg raises, she was slower than she had been at first but she obviously was not ready to stop yet.

“Mggghhhhaaaa!” With a look of wild concentration on her face, Carol continued to pump those tree-trunk legs up and down, knees locked straight, sweat running down in streams over her bulging muscles. Her colossal abdominals, visibly more pumped-up now than before, writhed in a shaman dance beneath her smooth skin, pumping and pumping the big weight up and down. By twenty-five reps, tears were running down her cheeks. She was groaning in torment at each lift, yet still she continued.

With a deep animalistic breathing, her pecs were rising higher than before. Instead of looking straight down, the edges of her four-inch long nipples appeared to point straight forward, as she arched her back more. The behemoth young muscle girl looked down at her chest. Her face was in pain but I could read in them satisfaction of a weird kind. She was pleased with the size and rock-hardness of her bursting muscular pecs and stuck her tongue out, licking the upper surface of her mammoth veiny chest.

The twenty-sixth lift was obviously a terrible effort, yet she managed to continue. I had never seen anyone push himself or herself so hard as this muscle-girl. Her abs-muscles were bulging so extremely hard, that the skin on them had started to become translucent. More fat veins appeared on them. Veins were running even on the discs of her nipples! Moreover, the nipples themselves were becoming more erect by the moment, pointing at my direction! Carol was gasping and screaming but continuing this impossible exercise. I really thought that she must finish at 26, judging by the state she was in. But over the next minute I gaped in amazement as she pushed herself beyond any thinkable reasonable limits, achieving more leg lifts, each more astonishing than the last.

The 220 kilograms (485 lbs.) of additional weight attached to her waist was swelling in chaotic movements under this muscle beast, as she was shaking ever worse. At thirty, her whole body was trembling like a leaf as she hauled her legs upwards with a gut-wrenching groan. Sweat mixed with her pussy juices was dripping from the chain to which the heavy plates on her V-shaped waist were attached. Her teeth gritted with the effort. She managed two more reps like this, each slower than the last.

“Huff...fuuuck...so...heavy...so much...Nghaa! Look how hard I can push my abs for you!” Her popping eyes looked at me and she began rep 33 with a terribly slowness. It took 15 seconds of eye-rolling effort to get those bulging legs up, yet she did it! At the top of this rep, she astounded me by holding her legs up instead of lowering them. Her face was a picture of agony and tears. Her body shaking increasingly by the second as she fought to maintain this amazing demonstration of strength and endurance. Five...ten seconds, somehow she was holding it!

“Grrrhhaaa! Look at my abs!” They had become the biggest cubes I have ever seen on a man or woman. Being in this agonizing state, Carol rolled her abs slowly, making each block radiate with more power! I could not resist shamelessly admiring their cobblestone perfection as each brick of abdominal development took its moment of prominence on her swollen, coconut-sized columned tree of midsection. Even from where I stood, I could see the corded ridges of her abdominal muscles vibrating violently, as she hang there holding all the weight.

Carol was saying something in between grunts and sobs of effort. These were the words that blew my mind completely “Ghaa! Get on...get on...my legs...please,” she said between gritted teeth. I obeyed in a state of dreamy astonishment. Using the ladder climbed on by this massive beautiful young muscle girl, I sat on her legs, right above her ankles, adding my 80 kilograms (176 lbs.) of weight to the impossible punishment her abs was going through. Instantly we dropped a couple of inches and I thought we were going to fall. But Carol managed to stop the lowering of her legs, tensing her ab cubes even more! Her exhausted orbs of she-beef were now holding an insane weight of 180 kilograms (330 lbs)!

She took in a deep breath, threw her head back and began a long, agonized scream. Her legs rising slightly with me on them as she threw her last reserves of strength into this battle of will, restoring the perfect horizontal position. Gawd she was huge! I rested my hand on her colossal thighs in order to stabilize myself as her skin was wet and slippery from the sweat. My fingers grabbed the bulging meat of her upper legs, each individual muscle was so huge, hard and swollen that it felt like holding a big root in my hands.

She breathed in and out so hard that I thought the toaster-sized pectorals would have burst out of her skin. Carol’s 4.5-inch erect nipples were pointing right at my face! As the seconds ticked by, the shuddering of her body increased, and she began to arch her back. All the time sobbing and growling in her impossible effort to hold us there, maintaining the position.

A feeling of disbelief crept over me. All of this was like some kind of bizarre dream. How much more could this amazingly hardcore muscle girl go? Losing the last shred of my sanity, I let the situation take a hold over me. I shouted, “Show me more! This is not enough. I want to see how strong you really are. Push these pussy muscles harder!!” Then I dropped my pants and began to masturbate, sitting on top of those slabs of she-beef.

A deep guttural growl left her mouth. “Arhhhhh...Yeeeeessss!” She stuck her tongue out, her eyes rolled into her skull and I heard a splash of pussy juices landing on the wet floor! Fuck! She was cumming! “This...is...for...you...Nghhaaaaa!” As if it was not enough of a strain to hold her legs up in this position with 100 kilograms (220 lbs.) of extra weight and me on them, never minding the 220 kilograms (485 lbs.) of metal suspended from her waist, her exhausted biceps began to heave us up. She was preforming a pull-up!!!

Crazy! Her pecs pressed the bar, she lowered us and started the next one. In disbelief I watched as this muscle girl began to do pull-ups for reps with 400 kilograms (881 lbs.) of additional weight supported by her insanely ripped body! Five...seven...ten...thirteen. This was not humanly possible. But Carol was doing it, constantly cumming all the time.

After the 15th rep, she stopped and lowered herself slowly until her elbows were bent at a right angle. Her biceps were bulging like never before, veins as thick as two fingers running over them. Each biceps had a well-defined and shredded head and then another peak over that head! These huge pieces of she-flesh were no smaller than 29 inches in circumstance. I screamed at her “More! Is this all you can do with those small muscles of yours? Show me more!”

Her head came up, she looked me in the eye and asked in the sexiest voice I have ever heard “Are you ready for this?” Her face reddening more full of determination. I nodded, the sound of her abdominal muscles snapping loudly under the strain was driving me crazy. I could not believe she was about to make it any more difficult in her extreme dedication of muscle lust.

Maintaining her flexed hanging position with her tired biceps, Carol began to scream like a banshee. Unbelievably, she let go of the bar with one of her hands. She was now holding us only with the sheer power of her half-curled right arm! I nearly lost consciousness, witnessing this extreme feat of strength. Holy fuck. How could she be this insanely strong!

“Unghhhhaaaaa!” More tears ran down her cheeks. Mouth agape, I stopped jerking off and looked at her right biceps. A third peak on top of the peak on top of the head of her bulging she-meat pushed the size of her flexed arm to an unthinkable 32 inches in circumstance! I thought it is going to burst through her paper thin skin every second!

Shaking badly but hanging by only her half-curled right arm with all this extra weight, Carol flexed her left biceps which was fighting for space with her immense pecs. Her left biceps was so huge that it rose closer to her face. She was able to caress the top of it with her fingers. She licked the peak of it with her tongue! I could not believe what I was seeing. Then she unflexed her left arm.

Still hanging by one arm, she began to gently touch her shredded chest with her left hand, tracing the muscle striations and bringing her fingers closer to her 5-inch erect nipple. She shook her head side to side in pain and pleasure with this impossible effort. Then she whispered in her trembling voice “Look how hard I’m burning for you...mhhhaa!” she flexed her abs more and the grooves between them deepened to three inches! The fingers of her left hand caressed one of her big nipples, then the other. Then she lowered her hand to travel over her radiating 10-pack, tracing every muscle cube.

I was speechless. I alternatively looked from the ready to explode biceps of her right arm to the journey of her left hand’s fingers, which were going ever lower. It hit me like a lightning bolt when her fingers encircled my cock. Her touch was incredibly gentle, as if she was not suffering in this insane amount of effort holding all this weight with only one curled arm! Her condition was crazy.

Shaking insanely, she began to softly jerk me off and murmured through sobs of incredible pain “Mmmmhh! My nipples. Squeeze them.” I did so and to my amazement they were longer and fatter than my cock! This girl was incredible. With all my power I started to masturbate her long nipples, desperately trying to bend them, but they were oh so hard! Carol gasped and gasped, losing her breath. Her over-sized right biceps began to uncurl and more splashes of her pussy juices landed on the floor. I saw her abdominals bulging insanely from her belly, looking like they were about to burst through the glossy, shuddering skin! Her thigh muscles looked amazing as they curved steeply from knee to hip, feathered with engorged veins.

Carol’s right arm was fully stretched now. I marveled her grip strength, but expected us to fall any moment. Her body convulsed with the terrible effort. She was roaring wildly. Instead of falling to the ground, we were moving slightly higher as her back muscles continued to arch her body ever further back. Minutes passed since I got on her legs and still Carol’s body was racked by her self-inflicted torture. Her lungs almost empty from screaming, she somehow held the awful tension in her right biceps, legs and endured the agony in her stomach, as she commanded her body to challenge the impossible by sheer force of will.

With the fingers of her left hand moving gently up and down my cock, she whispered, “Watch this and cum for me.” She drew in a huge lungful of air and held it. Her pectorals looking like they were about to burst from her skin while I jerked her nipples as they came closer to my face. Her man-shaming chest was thrust towards me, exploding with more definition. Her eyes were wide and bulging, her teeth locked in a grimace of agony. To my amazement, we began to rise as she pulled up with her right biceps, which has grown to unthinkable 34 inches!

“GRRRHHHAAAA!” It must have taken enormous strength to pull the combined weight with 400 kilograms (881 lbs.) plus her own bodyweight upwards with her exhausted biceps, but we rose higher. She was doing a one-arm pull-up after all the cruel workout punishment she has gone through! When I saw her pecs being squashed against the bar, I came so hard that I fainted.

When my senses came back to me, I found myself laying on the wet floor. I opened my eyes, looked up and saw Carol. She was still hanging from the bar by her right arm, 220 kilograms (485 lbs.) swinging heavily from her waist. Her bulging legs were now stretched in a perfect split, with two 25 kilos (55 lbs) chains hanging from each ankle. With the fingers of her left hand she was furiously jerking her huge clit.

The End (Although I wish there was more)