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It was Monday again, and the drudgery of school had returned. Amidst her eagerness to see if Rhonda actually went through with their little scheme, Jill had to keep up with the challenges not just within the classroom, but outside of it. Among them was Linton, one of Portsdown High’s football stars. She saw him through the bustle in the corridor heading towards her, two of his fellow football cohorts in tow. It seemed that he saw her, too. His expression changed to a combination of predatory instinct and delight, as if he were a lion and Jill a gazelle. As they passed each other, he leaned towards her, his hand poised to lightly slap her ass. Jill saw this coming, and artfully evaded the attack. Her lithe 5’5 frame slipping past the six foot blonde behemoth was a portrait of size versus speed. She turned and the two exchanged a knowing look; this was a game they were familiar with. No words were necessary. They went about their business, and as Linton and this minions continued down the corridor, she overheard one of them, Adrian, say to Linton,

“Dude, the fuck was that?”

“You just wait bro. I’m gonna hit that shit so hard one day. She wants it, it’s so obvious.”

“Dude, good fuckin’ luck, man.”

“Bro I’m not gonna be one of those losers, a’ight?”

They were out of hearing range by now. “Dumbass” she muttered, smiling wryly. Unfortunately for Linton, he was not an exception to the rule. She was just another one of her toys with which to practice her deception. What was special about him, however, was that she hadn’t thought of a way to send his dreams crashing down just yet. She wanted something new. Revealing text messages and pictures and that sort of shenanigan wasn’t doing it anymore.

She walked into the cafeteria, seeing Rhonda sitting at a table. As Jill walked over to her friend, she felt her left shoulder suddenly cock back as little Kee Yoon accidentally collided with her. The meek Korean girl turned into an orphaned puppy, alternating between picking up her fallen books and profusely apologizing to Jill. Jill simply rolled her eyes and continued on without saying a word. That weird girl always seemed to be stalking her; Jill could swear that half the time she was walking around campus, she could see Kee Yoon peeking out from some corner at her. Ugh.

Anyway, she reached Rhonda and sat down in front of her. Jill popped several pre-meal supplements before pulling out the boxed salad she prepared at home. For some reason, her old friend didn’t seem too excited to see her. Rhonda tried to avoid eye contact, but Jill leaned over the table and gave her a knowing look.

“Did ya get it? Hm?”

“Uhm, yeah, yeah I got it.”

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah I’m fine. It’s just…uh…”

“Yeeees?”

“Look, you, uh,”

She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a featureless cardboard box. Jill watched as she opened the lid. Styrofoam beans spilled out as she reached inside and pulled out a small bottle. It was the size of a shot glass. She then pulled out a small pack of disposable syringes and laid them on the table.

“What-what are those for?”

“You don’t drink this, you have to inject it.”

There was silence as Jill gave Rhonda the “omigodareyouserious” look.

“Oh. My God. Are you serious?!”

“Dude, yes I’m serious! Look at it!” Rhonda said as she removed the cap and showed her the pin hole top where a syringe would be inserted. Jill took the bottle and examined it.

“Dude, what is this? Is this an all-in-one or some crazy, I dunno, steroid?”

“It’s the Ultra Platinum. That’s the GNC Killer you’re holding,” Rhonda said unenthusiastically, looking at the table and not at her friend, “The literature’s in the box, you can read it when you like get home.”

She slowly pushed the cardboard box across the table to Jill, who looked in and saw a brochure and more disposable syringes inside. The whole thing seemed ludicrous, particularly the part about the injections. She just could not see herself injecting a damn supplement into herself.

“Girl I need to go. I gotta, I gotta like go.”

“Rhon, are you okay? You’re like more stressed out than usual.”

“No, no I’m fine, really. It’s just, I mean, I…”
“Does it have something to do with-?” She touched the bottle.

“Oh no! No, no, it was, uh, nothing. Just…you know, my classes just really suck and like, I mean, homework and all that, you know? And just the idea that I’m about to graduate..”

The look of concern on Jill washed away and she gave Rhonda an understanding nod. Some words of reassurance later, the bell rang and it was time to return to class. Jill felt a sense of disappointment, looking at the box her friend left her. Still, not wanting to be wasteful, and entertaining the notion that she would at least sleep on it, Jill emptied the contents into her backpack and threw the box away. She popped her post-meal supplements before walking off to her next class.

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It had been two days and Jill still had not touched the Ultra Platinum, which still lay in her backpack along with the syringes and brochures. It was Wednesday now, the day she had physical ed class. She used to enjoy PE since her sports bra and shorts attire meant that she was driving most of the guys in class crazy during class, but her instructor, Mr. U, put an end to that by proposing to the department more modest clothing requirements. Shit.

PE consisted of the ritual stretching exercises followed by calisthenics and finally some random sport of Mr. U’s choosing, whether it was basketball or dodgeball. Besides Jill, there were twelve students in the class. Among them were Bywater, the silent, mysterious mormon kid, and Adrian, one of Linton’s cronies. Adrian in particular was a tough nut for Jill to crack; he was, of course, another idiot football meathead, but apparently he was blessed by a pixie one evening to resist Jill’s temptations. She still tried anyway.

Jill was easily the hottest girl in the whole class. Most of the other girls were either fat or ugly, or a combination of both. At least to Jill, anyway. She could manage the basic exercises with ease, though she dreaded basketball days. In addition to just not being any good at it, she kept having the damn ball stolen from her by Bywater. Christ she hated those days. Thankfully, today was volleyball day.

Mr. U was running a couple of minutes late, so the kids were in the sports auditorium hanging around. Jill walked in and, as usual, wearing her modest T-shirt and shorts sports attire, and attracted a number of stares from the guys and looks of envy from the girls. It was a routine she was used to. That is, until…

Until

Who was THAT?! Jill’s attention quickly zeroed in on a hostile unknown sitting against the wall, a distance apart from the rest of the class. She had dark hair. Clearly looked like a mixture of races. Slender. Pretty. Who was she?

Jill struggled to maintain her composure. Setting her bag down, she exchanged the usual fakey pleasantries with some of the kids in class. All the while, she kept an eye on the unknown, who stood up and begin doing some light stretching. She had an unbelievable figure, and seemed to be as tall, if not slightly taller than Jill. Unacceptable!

The aloof unknown didn’t interact with the other students, as if existing in her own little realm. She made several brief glances at Jill, and each look was loaded with all the worst kinds of smug, all-knowing arrogance. Jill would have walked over and slapped the bitch for looking at her the wrong way, but then Mr. U walked into the auditorium and shouted for everyone to get off their asses.

Class went on as normal, though Jill’s mind was half on the unknown. She was standing about five students away from Jill, next to Bywater, participating in all the exercises, so she was clearly part of the class. So she’s a new student then? She has to be. But then why didn’t Mr. U introduce her or something? Well, he did seem rather stressed today, maybe he forgot to. Either way, she was stealing the show! She had better posture, she did the exercises like a fitness trainer, and worst of all, she could actually do the pushup exercises like the guys, without having to rest her knees on the floor! Jill seethed with contempt. And does that bitch have to keep looking at-

“One! Two! Three! Four! Fi…Jill, stop staring at Bywater’s ass and do the pushups right!”

Jill looked at Mr. U, completely aghast. She leaned up from her pushup position, remaining on her knees to look at Mr. U in astonishment. Bywater looked over at Jill, uncomfortably surprised.

“No I, I wasn’t-“

“Come on,” Mr. U said in a cynical sing-song voice, “You’re making the man uncomfortable, being on your knees like that. Don’t tempt him, Jill! He’s Mormon!”

The class erupted in laughter at Mr. U’s unbelievable comment that would have gotten him fired if he were anyone else, but a former marine does tend to command a different breed of respect.

“Alright kids settle down! Five!”

Jill was mortified. She looked back at the unknown, who returned her stare with her now signature smug foxy look. After the warm-up exercises, Mr. U had the class move over to the far end of the auditorium where two volleyball nets were set up. He divided the class so that the guys and girls played within their genders, and much to Jill’s displeasure, the unknown was on her team. Jill tried to keep her distance from her. There were four girls on each team, and though her mortal enemy was on her team, Jill’s confidence was boosted by the fact that the other team mostly had the chubby girls in the class.

The game commenced, and things went swimmingly. Jill was holding her own against team fat ass. She was about to send the ball into an undefended part of the enemy team’s court when all of a sudden, that bitch came out of nowhere and spiked the goddamn ball right on the edge of the boundary, winning their team more points. The nerve! Jill wanted to scream at her and order her to get her stupid ass out of her way, but all she could manage was a look of utter contempt. The bitch totally ignored her.

A little later in the game, team Jill was on the verge of claiming victory over team fat ass, who were floundering about with the ball as if it were on fire. Jill was about to deliver the killing blow when, right as she jumped to spike the ball over the net, the bitch came out of fucking nowhere and hit it instead. It all happened so fast, so suddenly, that a blindsided Jill instinctively tried to avoid colliding with the bitch and recoiled back, lost her bearings, and belly flopped spectacularly onto the floor with a resounding thud. Both teams erupted in a collective “Ooh!” followed by laughter as Mr. U blew the whistle to signal the end of class.

“I’d give you a 10 out of 10 but next time you should practice your Olympic diving in the pool, not the auditorium!” Mr. U said, struggling to contain himself. More laughter from the class. Jill slowly picked herself off the floor; the entire front of her body feeling like it had just been slapped by a giant ruler. Worst day ever.

Jill was in the locker room, standing over the sink next to the toilets. The air itself seemed permeated with humiliation, and she had no doubt in her mind that the whispering amongst the girls was concerning what just transpired in class. Sure enough, as she was about to change out of her PE clothes, Margaret, one of the girls from team fat-ass, walked over to the sink next to her to wash her hands. The pudgy bespectacled sophomore was so, so far below Jill’s league that she wouldn’t dare-

Jill heard Margaret snicker as she washed her hands. She gave her an indignant look, but Margaret ignored her and simply toweled her hands off and walked away. Unbelievable.
After regaining her composure, she changed into her camisole and jeans. In her hand she now had her pill box, about to down her pre-meal supplements before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Suddenly, she heard the door open behind her, followed by the sounds of someone skittering very quickly behind her towards the toilets. Jill spun around to see who it was, and to her displeasure she saw the bitch walking over to her.

“Hey!” the bitch said, all friendly and fakey.

“Oh, hey.”

“Look, I’m sorry about…back there. Things were pretty rough in my previous high school, so like, I’m really sorry if I seem like a total bitch. Are you okay?”

“Oh no it’s okay. I’m fine.” Jill said. Yes you are a total bitch. Please stop talking to me. Go away.

“I’m actually new here, transferred in from San Pedro High last week. I’m Alex.” She extended her hand to Jill. Jill looked at her for a moment, incredulous, but shook her hand anyway.

“Jill” came her monotone reply. Alex’s eyes suddenly lowered at Jill’s pill box.

“Hey! You also take Psicnogenol? Me too!” Alex said, pulling out her own pill box and showing it to Jill, “What else you got there?”

Inside, Jill was exploding. Is this bitch trying to rival her in every way imaginable? Still, she put on her best artificial enthusiasm and showed her the pill box “Visionex and Chelated 5 for pre meals and I’ve got like,” she gave a fake laugh, “a million other things for other times of the day!”

The two bantered for a short while, name dropping various dietary supplements, protein powders and their ilk amidst the conversation. It seemed like Jill was warming up to her former rival, until she realized that she could not say anything to Alex that Alex didn’t already know, or was much more familiar with. And yes, standing three feet away from her, Jill could tell now. Alex was taller than her by at least three inches.

School was over and she was locked up in her room at home, her parents vaguely audible through the door as they murmured about work and the stock market. She lay stomach down on her bed, propping her head up with her hands. All she could think about was Alex. She was so much smarter, prettier, taller, and had a seemingly encyclopedic knowledge of all the things Jill had interest in. Her whole body felt flabby compared to Alex’s unbelievably toned figure. Her arms felt jiggly. Her abs felt flat. Her ass felt deflated. Her legs felt weak. Her boobs felt like two swollen mosquito bites. It was driving her mad. It was like she was the newer, updated Jill, and the old version had to endure coexisting with her. Is this how she would leave Portsdown High going into college? Being a fucking expired product?

No.

She reached under her bed and pulled out her backpack. Unzipping the front pocket, she shook the backpack and let the Ultra Platinum, syringes and brochures fall out onto her bed. She grabbed the brochures and quickly read each one. Nothing about them seemed particularly sketchy; this was a legitimate, currently unreleased product from V-Fit, one of the most powerful health giants in the world. The brochures had chemistry-speak that was beyond Jill, but they also kept going on about how this was the “GNC Killer”, the future flagship product of V-Fit, the product they were putting all their energies to making it the last thing any health nut would desire. As far as she could discern, it was a miracle combination of the best antioxidants, amino acids and herb extracts, all carefully combined into one wonder-supplement. Jill felt like she was on the edge of a cliff. She picked up the bottle and a syringe, and looked at them for the longest time.
Well, it’s just a health supplement after all, she thought. They’re just a small equation in the larger scheme of things. But at the very least, she would feel better knowing that in spite of it all, she still hand the upper hand over Alex in something.

She removed the syringe from its packet and unscrewed the Ultra Platinum bottle. Gently, she punctured the exposed rubber seal with the needle and extracted a small dosage, based on what she had read from the product literature. She rested the needle on her brachial artery and without dwelling on the ludicrousness of it all, slowly pushed it into her skin and pressed down on the plunger. She winced and quickly pulled the needle out, dropping the syringe and grabbing a band aid.

Inside Jill, V-Fit’s unreleased, future flagship product went to work in her bloodstream, latching onto her genes, traveling up into her brain, invading her hormones, rapidly evolving into their own new breed of hormones, and weakening her genetic barriers. It was conducting a massive, invisible takeover of her body.

End of Part 1

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The weekend had arrived and Jill woke up feeling unusually fresh from her slumber. Sauntering out of her room, she walked down the corridor to the kitchen towards the sounds and smells of cooking. Dad was reading the paper with his cup of coffee in one hand, while Mom was lifting bacon and eggs out of a pan onto a plate.

“Hi Dad. Hi Mom.” Jill said as she walked straight to the fridge.

“Morning sweetie.” Both parents replied without diverting their attention from their present tasks. Jill opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice. Unscrewing the cap, she was about to drink it straight out of the carton when

“Sweetie don’t do that!” Mom barked in a condescending, sing-song voice, “Get a glass, pour it in, and then drink.”

Jill let out a frustrated sigh and obeyed.

“Don’t sigh at me like that. Unless you’re the one buying groceries, you’ll do as I say.”

“I am, Mom. God! I’ve only been awake five minutes and you’re stressing me out!”

“Jill honey, just humor your mother and come sit down,” Dad said without taking his eyes off his paper, as if this were a regular routine. Jill obeyed. Mom plopped the plate of bacon and eggs onto the dinner table. Mom wasn’t a really good cook; she hadn’t bothered to drain the fat off the bacon and the eggs still had a visible layer of uncooked white on top.

“Don’t give me that look. I haven’t got time to be Gordon Ramsay for you. Your father and I are too busy working our butts off to pay for your college.” Mom said in a nonchalant voice as she sipped her coffee. Jill scoffed and rolled her eyes and took a small bite of the bacon. Damn it, she mentioned college. That pretty much meant-

“Speaking of which, how are your applications going?” Dad said. Damn it!

“They’re fine,” Jill said. Actually, she hadn’t even started.

“I know you want to go to SC, but if you can do Berkley or UCLA your mother and I really think that would be the best.”

Jill didn’t say anything and continued to eat her breakfast.

“You still haven’t started them, right?” Mom said. The woman knew her daughter too well.

“Mom, its October. The deadline-“

“Is in November if you’re applying for the UCs! Your father and I are working our butts off for your future-“

“But I don’t want to go to a UC-“

“-and the least you could do is just humor us a little and start applying already! And do you have any idea how much tuition is at USC? LA and Berkley are just as good, if not better, and it’ll be so much cheaper! Do you know how many people would kill to go to college?”

“Honey, calm down.”

“Can’t you just stop being so, so spoilt and give back for once? And I mean you wouldn’t be giving back because we’re paying for it anyway!”

“I’m not your slave!” Jill shouted. She stood up quickly and ran back to her room.

“One day you’ll get it, Jill. One day!” Mom shouted as Jill slammed her bedroom door behind her.

She stayed inside for about an hour, only so her parents would finish breakfast and clear out of the kitchen, which she had to pass through to get to the front door. She needed to get out of the house. She packed her backpack with her gym clothes and water bottle and made a beeline for the front door. The mood outside was dramatically different from the mood inside. The sun was shining. The air was cool. Birds were chirping. Already she felt a little better, but she still needed to get away. She got in the used 2002 Corolla her parents got her for her 16th birthday and drove off.

Jill had been going to Genesis Fitness ever since it opened near her neighborhood two years ago. It was a fully equipped fitness center, with everything from the obligatory cardio machines, to weights, to saunas, to group workouts. The main workout room was vast in size, with classic rock tunes echoing throughout amidst the hum of treadmills and the clanking of weights. Far from simply being a big room with equipment lying around, the walls had decorative multi-colored square tiles arranged artfully. The front of the gym had all the treadmills and cycling machines placed against a glass wall, which looked out to the street outside. Behind them were the several rows of elliptical trainers. A sign saying “No Weights Beyond This Point” marked the point between the cardio machines and the weight section, where racks and racks of weights lined the walls, and dozens of weight machines were neatly arranged throughout the section. Though Jill was at the gym almost every day, it was only on the weekends that she would hit the weights.

She was standing in front of the mirror wall curling a set of seven pound weights. The parental fracas from earlier drifted away from her thoughts as she admired herself in the mirror. Trying to catch the various glimpses the men in the gym were giving her in between their sets was also part of the fun. One particular guy was doing a good job at it by looking at her, and then looking somewhere else before returning to his workout, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t looking at anything or anyone in particular.

As she set the weights down after finishing a set, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to try a heavier set of weights. Normally she wouldn’t go past seven; ten was the most she could do sets with, but she felt a strange sensation, as if she suddenly realized that she could lift heavier weights all along. The 12 pound dumbbells seemed to speak to her the most. She wrapped her fingers around them and heaved back. The weights were, as she expected, a more difficult proposition than she was used to. She did one rep and her arm sunk back down from the sheer weight. She did another and it was the same. She kept curling them, expecting to tire quickly, but to her surprise, it was the opposite. The weights were actually becoming easier to lift. A small smile formed on her lips as she continued to curl the dumbbells. She felt confident and powerful as she watched her small but sturdy biceps just barely rising out of her arm with each rep. Before long, she had finished 30 reps and was compelled to move on to the 15 pounders. Her arms were sore as hell but Jill felt a wave of adrenaline wash over her, like she had been bestowed with super powers. She looked at her arms in the mirror and felt them. They felt solid and strong from all that lifting. It was a wonderful feeling.

She was so engrossed in her new strength that she didn’t see Pindar in the mirror, walking up to her from behind. “What’s going on, Jilli Vanilli?!” he said jokingly. Jill had just set the weights back on the rack when she heard him. She spun around in surprise, as if Pindar had snapped her out of a trance.

“Omigod Pindar you scared me!” she said, laughing.

“Eeeey what’s going on my little Jilly! Good to see you!” he said as they hugged. Being one of Genesis Fitness’s personal trainers, Pindar was a man in peak physical condition. His burly frame wrapped around Jill, making her look like a small child being hugged by her parent.

“Aww thanks! Gosh I haven’t seen you in a bit!”

“Yeah, I’ve just started working with this new client who can only do weekday nights, that’s why.”

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Oh, this reaaaally buff Asian girl, I mean she’s like one of those genetic freaks you know?”

“Yeah? She hotter than me?” Jill retorted, quickly striking a model’s pose as she laughed.

“Oh no no no. I mean you’re fit, this girl is like a bodybuilder you know? She’s just wanting to down and get her size more under control, that sorta thing. I actually think she’s like 17 or something.”

“Oookay...!” she replied, her mind not quite grasping the idea of a 17-year old Asian bodybuilder girl.

“So what’s going on? Was I hallucinating or were you just lifting the 12 pounders?”

“Nope, no hallucination. I dunno, I just like, felt like going a bit heavier today. Like maybe get a bit more toned.”

“Mm well you know what, you should try doing some shoulder presses. For your body type, toned shoulders would really bring out a lot in your figure.” Pindar drew a vague hour glass shape with his hands as he said “figure.”

“Oh, okay well I will definitely give those a shot.”

“Alright cool,” he said, he then pointed at his watch, “Listen, I gotta run now to meet a client…”

“Is it that Asian muscle chick?”

“Naw, that’s on the weekdays. This one’s some old lady.”

“Mmm...So minors on the weekdays and cougars on weekends? What’s going on Pindar? Something you’re not telling me?” Jill said, giving him a knowing look.

Pindar guffawed, “Goddamnit Jill! Okay I’m getting away from you now before you get me fired or something!”

They both laughed and waved each other goodbye. Jill turned her attention back to the weights. Without hesitation, she grabbed the 15 pounders and started pumping. This time it was definitely more of a struggle. Her arms shook as she struggled to hoist the weights above her head.

“One.” She muttered, her voice trembling with exertion.

Slowly but surely, she grew more comfortable with the weights and was soon pumping out reps like there was no tomorrow. Jill was astonished. Before this, she could barely manage a set with the ten pound weights. Was it that V-Fit wonder formula? Could it really have been? Or maybe it was some sort of weird placebo effect. But it couldn’t have been a placebo effect, because she really was lifting those weights. Either way, after doing several sets of shoulder presses, her arms were wiped out, though her mind was going wild from the adrenaline rush. She couldn’t tell if she really was getting stronger, or if the events with her parents and that bitch Alex were fueling her determination. But she knew that she liked what was happening.

She stayed at the gym for another two hours, going on slow walks on the treadmill every so often to rest her muscles. All of a sudden all the stupid mind games and ogling men faded away, replaced with her one mission: she would tone herself up and show herself off to everyone at school, especially Alex.

She had just finished her last set of dumbbell presses and was about to head for the locker room to change and then leave when she noticed that a familiar figure at the far end of the hall was looking at her. It was Kee Yoon. The girl was in the middle of a floor stretch, but had her head turned uncomfortably to look at Jill, like she was trying to be discreet about it. Jill and Kee Yoon’s eyes met for a split second before the little Korean girl had a mini-panic attack and turned her head away, resuming her stretching routine as if nothing had happened. What was up with that weird girl? Was she in the gym, watching Jill this whole time? Still, Jill didn’t dwell on it. Many students from Portsdown High frequented Genesis Fitness because of its proximity to the school.

When she woke up the following day, her entire body was in total agony. She let out a weak moan as she heaved herself off her bed. She already knew she was spending all of Sunday at home, moving as little as possible. As she walked into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her body was slightly more toned, especially her shoulders, which looked bolder and gave her figure a more assertive look. Or maybe it was a placebo effect. She sat down on her bed and thought about it. She could not believe how effective this V-Fit formula was, and a wave of excitement overwhelmed her. She decided she would be working out with nothing but the weights just for this coming week, all to reassert herself at Portsdown High.

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Really well written story and it's cool that it ties into the previus story.

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Tuesday arrived and the students of Portsdown High were back in school after the long weekend. Monday was Faculty Workshop day, which none of the students knew anything about other than an excuse to party harder on Friday or take that trip to Disneyland. For Jill, it was an opportunity to spend the day working out. Her arms were still sore as hell from her monster workout on Saturday, so she stayed at home doing stretches and sit-ups. If one intense afternoon made her shoulders more sculpted and bolder, then one intense afternoon working her abs should produce similar results. But the arrival of a new week meant that Jill had to take her mind off her new obsession for now and jump back in the game of school.

It was a warm day, so Jill wore a T-shirt and shorts to school. To most of students she passed by, nothing really seemed different about her. She of course turned a few heads, but that was normal. She was hoping to run into Linton or Adrian to see if they noticed the changes to her physique, minor as they were. She also kept her eye out for Alex.

Right as the sun rose high enough to completely bathe Portsdown High in a deep orange, the sound of a clock chime blasted from the school’s PA system, signaling five minutes till the first class. Jill quickened her pace, maintaining her confident stride in spite of her haste. A blast of cool wind washed over her right as she rounded a corner into the fountain courtyard, where this weird abstract sculpture looking like something out of a digital nightmare spewed cascading water into a square pool below. She climbed the adjacent stairs to the second level, where she meshed with a river of students streaming out of the cafeteria nearby as they headed for class.

Tuesday mornings were spent in the airless borefest that was English 12: American Literature with Mr. G. Fortunately, this was the one class that Jill shared with a few members of her Portsdown gang, namely Rhonda and Tara. Most of the other 22 students were already seated as Jill walked in, taking her seat near the back where Rhonda and Tara sat parallel to one another. Rhonda mouthed a “hey” to Jill as Jill sat down behind her, while Tara, sitting to her right, waved and smiled. “I love your hair!” Tara whispered, pointing at Jill’s shoulder skimming blonde hair which she let hang free for a change.

Jill smiled and tilted her head and whispered back, “I like your top,” nodding at Tara’s fashionable leather jacket and A&F shirt combo.

Tara’s eyes lit up, “I know! I got it the other day, like it was on sale-“

“Alright, I hope you guys had a great extended weekend,” Mr. G’s voice cut through the murmurings in class, “We’re gonna be going over Bartleby the Scrivener, which you were supposed to read for today, did you guys do that?”

There was an awkward silence as Mr. G stared at a no-talking, motionless class. Finally after an agonizing five seconds, a few students nodded their heads and made little sounds and grunts to indicate the affirmative. Jill laughed quietly to herself, doodling shapes into her notebook. She made a brief glance up at Mr. G and found him looking straight at her, with this weird vacant stare. She instinctively pulled out her copy of the short story from her backpack and nodded very slightly at him. She and Tara quickly exchanged knowing looks as Mr. G commenced his lecture. In Jill’s mind, there were three general types of teachers at Portsdown High: the straight-up borefest drone that put the whole class in a coma, the popular, tough as nails teacher that knew how to talk to the students, like Mr. U, and the weak, overly passionate loser that few students paid attention to while most others talked all kinds of smack behind his or her back. Mr. G was in that last category. He seemed like he did nothing but live and breathe literature, though his wedding ring indicated obligations beyond that. Yet, as the lecture went on, Jill couldn’t help but shake her head at his incredulous interpretations.

“And so, by refusing the obligations expected of him, Bartleby is basically saying no to Wall Street, no to capitalism, no to this, this endless cycle of greed and corporate free for alls. So Bartleby, then, is this champion of this 1850s version of “Occupy Wall Street.” And the narrator, all he can do is try and pay Bartleby to leave. I mean, think about it. He’s a man of Wall Street, and his only answer to a man who has been emotionally decimated is to pay him. Think about it. Isn’t this the problem with our current corporate culture?”

Jill rolled her eyes. If anything, Mr. G’s lectures were mildly entertaining for their sheer ludicrousness. She wanted to see Rhonda’s reaction, but she could only stare straight at her back. Tara, wanting to attempt some kind of a discussion, raised her hand. Mr. G nodded at her.

“But the narrator does like, more than just pay Bartleby, right? He visits him in jail and he gets upset when Bartleby has died, so-“

“Y-yes, Tara, but only after he’s allowed the police to take Bartleby away. By that point he may as well have not done nothing, it makes no difference at this point. Yes Jill?”

“I think that Bartleby’s is sort of rebelling against not just Wall Street but like everything, this whole social…uhm…construct of work and money, that’s like so powerful that all he can do to fight it is to just like, die.”

“Yes. Absolutely. Very good!” Mr. G said, his mood seemingly lifted up all of a sudden. As he continued with his lecture, Jill waited for him to look away from her direction, and she and Tara gave each other sneaky looks, with Tara sticking her tongue at Jill. It was a little game the two of them played from time to time.

Class was over at 9.15. As Jill got up along with everyone else to head for the door, Mr. G called her over. Tara and Rhonda looked at each other and then Jill, who said, “I’ll meet you guys outside,” before walking over to Mr. G.

Mr. G waited for the classroom to empty out so that only he and Jill remained. “Good job with participating in class today. Did you like Bartleby?”

Nothing like charming the teacher to get that easy A. Jill put on her best act. “Oh yeah! I loved Bartleby, I mean, I like wish I could cause so much chaos by doing nothing.”

They both laughed. Mr G then reached into his bag and pulled out a book, “That’s great, that’s great. Yeah, it’s one of my favorites from Melville. Now, I don’t want to keep you from your friends, but I wanted to let you borrow this book of mine…” He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick book.

“Ooh…”

“Because I know you’re planning on writing your final paper on The Awakening, right?”

“Mm Hm, yeah!”

“So this book talks about the environment for women of that period, everything from legal expectations, as well as the social expectations people had of women. I think it’ll be really helpful for your research, and it goes into way more detail than anything you’d find on, say, Wikipedia. So I want you to have this, and you can just, you know, get it back to me when you turn in your paper.”

“Cool, thanks! This will definitely help.” Jill said, stuffing the heavy book in her bag. Mr. G smiled and nodded. There was a brief silence between the two. Jill wasn’t sure if she should just leave or not. It seemed like Mr. G wanted to say something else, but was conflicted about it.

“S-so, how was your weekend? Obviously you got all of Bartleby done.”

“Oh, yeah. And I worked out a lot too, you know?”

“Yeah, I mean yeah, you look really, uh, gre…uh- healthy!” Mr. G said, waving his hand, trying to get the right word out, “Well anyway, I guess I will see you Thursday, alright?”

“Alright cool, thanks Mr. G. Have a good one.” She said, turning around and heading for the door.

“And enjoy the book!”

“I will, thanks!” Jill replied. As she neared the door, she could see a reflection of Mr. G behind her in the adjacent window. Instead of packing his bag and leaving himself, he simply sat there, staring at her as she opened the door.

Mr. G waited for the door to slam shut before biting his lip and looking down, despising himself. “You look really healthy?” what the hell, dude? What on earth compelled him to say such a thing to her? He scratched the top of his head, feeling the thinning crown of hair, and was reminded quite starkly of how Jill was one of the most beautiful creatures he had seen in his entire life, destined to be an actress or supermodel of some sort, and how he was an aging ex-hippy doomed to a life at the mercy of a cash-strapped LA Unified School District. He rubbed his wedding ring, staring at the thing like some parasite latched onto his finger, and then started packing his folders and papers into his bag. As he did so, he thought about what compelled him to make such a bold advance at the most beautiful girl on the planet who also happened to be his student. She was far beautiful today than usual, but like an itch he couldn’t find, he could not figure out what it was exactly. The problem with being around anyone on a regular basis is that you eventually establish in your mind what you know of them, and that establishment becomes difficult to change. Still, the girl was so receptive to him, so attentive in class, and so *beautiful*, and *he* was her mentor. Mr. G picked up his bag and made his way out of the classroom.

Jill deposited her backpack in her locker and headed out of the building where her two friends awaited. “What did Mr. G want with you?” Tara asked Jill as they walked towards a bench to hang out between classes.
“Oh he just wanted to me to borrow his book for my final. Omigod he was *so* checking me out during that whole conversation.”
That comment seemed to spark something in Rhonda’s mind. She slowed her pace, causing Jill and Tara to slow down as well.
“Speaking of which, something’s different about you…have you been working out?” Rhonda said, scrutinizing Jill from head to toe, to head again. Jill scoffed.
“Pfft, uh, hello? I work out like every day?” she said playfully. Tara laughed.
“No you bitch, you’re like, like…buff!” Rhonda said.
“Mm hm,” Jill gave her friends a confident smile, “Check this out…”
Jill set down her purse on the bench and hiked up her shirt, revealing her midriff. Tara and Rhonda’s eyes turned into small moons as they let out a collective “Omigod!” What was once Jill’s toned tummy was now a solid six pack of abs.
“And check these out!” Jill said. She then flexed both of her arms, and to Tara and Rhonda’s further astonishment, her biceps bulged quite noticeably, rising up like hidden weapons stored inside her arms.
“Hoooly shit, Jill! I-you-I mean, since when did you start working out like that?!” Tara exclaimed, half excited and half shocked.
“Mm, only for a couple days really,” Jill replied nonchalantly as she continued to flex her guns.
“Are you serious? Are you on steroids or something?” Tara said, the excitement in her voice still ever present.
“No!” Jill said, giggling, “It’s a secret…but I’m not ‘roiding up, don’t worry.” Her eyes met with Rhonda’s, and she noticed that unlike Tara, Rhonda had a somewhat worried look.
“Uh, no Jill, women only gain muscles like that at that speed when they use steroids, because testosterone builds muscle, and women happen to not have a lot of it. Hello? This is like common knowledge?” Tara said. She was certainly smarter than she looked.
Jill simply scoffed at Tara, “Ugh, yes I *know* that, I’m not ‘roiding up okay? I don’t even have a *reason* to be injecting steroids, I’m not doing sports and stuff. I’m telling you, I’m just like genetically gifted alright? There *are* women who can get buff without needing drugs. And besides, steroids don’t even work that fast,” she then turned to Rhonda and flexed her biceps, slower this time, “Whaddaya think, huh?”
Rhonda stared at Jill’s arm as her bicep stretched and bulged. She seemed to struggle with her words for a moment, but after a few seconds of hesitation, the life seemed to creep back into her demeanor, if only slightly. “I mean-it’s amazing. I mean, we should talk about it more later,” she said, looking straight into Jill’s eyes.
“So you just started hitting the weights more recently and bang, muscles?” Tara said.
“Yeah, like pretty much. I mean I only used to do weights for toning, right? But I tried going a little heavier, and yeah, bang, muscles!”
“Dude, Jill, can you *promise* me something? Please? Don’t be an idiot and overdo it and turn into some muscle freak.” Tara said, putting her hand on Jill’s knee.
“Sure, if you promise you’ll let me film a Tara-Linton sex tape!”
Tara screamed and threw her purse at Jill. The trio descended into mindless laughter. Right then, Linton and Adrian appeared behind the girls.
“I thought I heard you guys!” Linton said as the three girls squealed in surprise, “What?!” Linton exclaimed.
“Nothing, nothing!” The three of them said, tapering their laughter down.
Linton chuckled and quickly turned his attention to Tara. “How’s it going, babe?” He said, leaning down to kiss her. As they kissed, Linton eyed Jill for a microsecond, who also happened to be looking at him. She smiled wryly at him and shook her head. “You girls still down for Neo So this Saturday?”
The three girls nodded in agreement. The five of them were frequent patrons of LA’s hottest new nightclub, but this particular Saturday night would be special: DJ Tenlaton, a rising star in the scene, was going to be spinning that night. “You guys…getting all excited about a guy who plays other people’s music,” Adrian quipped.
Linton chuckled and nudged his pal in the sternum, “Dude, you are going, and I don’t wanna see you shouting “Freebird” or some shit like that.”
“Do I? Do I dare?!” Adrian’s voice got all maniacal as he rubbed his hands together.
“I will kick your ass bro, swear to God.”
“What time you guys planning on getting there?” Rhonda asked, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the two men.
“I think it would be a good idea to get there a bit earlier, like ten. I’m just done with being stuck on the fucking freeway on a Saturday night, like that shit just stresses me out, like-” Linton said.
“Babe, hold on, you gotta check this out,” Tara interrupted. She grabbed Jill’s arm tried flex it, but Jill quickly got the idea and did it willingly. Linton was so alarmed that he took a step back.
“Sweet Jesus, how the-? Are you on the juice?” Linton exclaimed.
“No juicing my dear Linty,” Jill said confidently, “Just good genetics, like you!”
“Those are some impressive guns.” Adrian said, seemingly unfazed, “You trying to become a bodybuilder or something?”
“No, I think I’ll stick with fitness model!”
“Just be careful with the ‘roids. Wouldn’t want you getting all square jawed.”
“Adrian!” Tara protested.
“Just saying!”
Linton, who had been doing nothing but scratching his chin in confusion, smacked Adrian on the shoulder. “Dude, we need to get to practice, we got like five minutes.”
“What’s the matter, Linty? Afraid of buff girls?” Jill said coyly. The six feet behemoth that was Linton smirked and began walking away towards the football field with Adrian.
“Nah, just the ones on the juice. I will see you girls later!”
“Bye guys!” The three girls chimed amidst laughter.
As Linton and Adrian drew farther and farther away, Jill could tell by the way they gestured to each other as they spoke that they were talking about her. It was a gratifying feeling.
“Is it just me, or did he actually seem terrified of you?” Rhonda said.
“Aww my poor Lint. Big on the outside, pussycat on the inside.” Tara remarked, gushing over her boyfriend, “Oh! But I need to remind you two, you’re still helping me with the dance, right?” Jill and Rhonda replied in the affirmative. “Great! So, I’ve settled on a more formal sorta vibe since last year’s was more casual, so now we need posters. Can you guys come up with some ideas for those?” Again, they replied in the affirmative. “Awesome!”
The five minute warning sounded across campus, and with that, the girls stood up to disperse to their next classes. Tara said her goodbyes to Jill and Rhonda, who were both headed in the same direction. As their perky friend disappeared round a corner, Rhonda’s mood suddenly changed.
“The V-Fit formula…I’m guessing you took it?”
“Hell yeah! Never felt better. All the other stuff I’m taking seems to pointless now,” Jill said, flexing her bicep once more, “Why, something wrong, Rhon?”
Rhonda hesitated, some kind of battle of wills was going on in her mind, “No, nothing, I mean, just promise me you won’t take anymore doses, okay?”
Jill stopped walking and her expression now became as grim as her friend’s. “Don’t take-? Dude, girl, what’s going on? So it really is steroids? Are you telling me that?”
“No! No, no, it’s not that, I’m just—look, it’s just that it’s a new product, and I’m guessing you’ve read the info that came with it, but I’m just telling you, just lay off on it until it hits the market and more independent studies can be done, okay? I’m not saying you’re in trouble or anything, I’m just saying, like, better to be safe than sorry.”
Jill was slightly more at ease. “I guess.”
“Just promise me, okay?”
“Ookay, I promise, Rhonnie.”
“Thanks. I know I sound weird but, you know…” She lost her words right as they arrived at Rhonda’s next class.
“Yeah…?”
“Uhm, nothing. I mean, you’re my friend so I care, okay? I’ll see you at lunch.” With that, Rhonda opened the door and walked in. Jill remained standing in the hallway, perplexed for a second, and then resumed her journey to class. After retrieving her books from her locker, she decided to make a quick pit stop at the ladies’ room. With minutes to spare before the start of 9.30 classes, the ladies’ was completely empty. Jill set her things down on the counter and washed her hands. As she gripped the knob to turn on the water, she felt a sense of power in her hands, as if she had the strength to easily rip the knob off the counter. She tugged at it, but it did not budge. Jill simply shrugged and bathed her hands in the icy water that came forth. After drying her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror and lifted up her shirt, admiring her abs.
Just then, she heard the sound of a toilet flushing behind her. She quickly pulled her shirt down as she saw Alex emerge from one of the stalls.
“Hey! Nice to see you!” the bitch exclaimed as she walked over to the sink next to Jill.
“Hey back.” Jill said.
“How’s it going? You’re looking great by the way. Have you been working out?”
“I have indeed!” Jill replied as she flexed her bicep for Alex.
“That’s awesome,” Alex said as she washed her hands. Jill was a bit disappointed at Alex’s underwhelming response. “I mean, I go to the gym a lot myself, Genesis Fitness, do you know that place?”
“Yeah, I go there too.”
“Oh, awesome! Yeah, I usually just lift for tone, not to bulk up or anything, but it must be great to discover that you’re an easy gainer, I mean, assuming you’re not on steroids or something, right?”
“No, no steroids, just genetics.” Jill said flatly.
Alex turned to Jill briefly and gave her the most curious look. “Sure,” she said, before turning her attention back to her hands.
The sarcasm in that one word was not lost on Jill, who felt a small bomb explode in her head. She also couldn’t help but notice that Alex was wearing a T-shirt and jeans combo that, despite its simplicity, seemed to accentuate her figure perfectly. I mean *perfectly*, as if the T-shirt and jeans were specially fitted for her. Her shirt accentuated all her svelte curves, and she wore the most perfect matching bracelet that seemed to have the magical properties of enhancing the shape of her incredibly toned arms. Her jeans curved at just the right place, accentuating her butt just nicely without looking too baggy or too tight, and one could see the figure in her legs in spite of the material that covered them.

“I like your shirt and jeans, by the way.” Jill said in a sort of kneejerk reaction.

“Oh, why thanks,” Alex said without turning to face Jill. “I mean, I just got these at the thrift store down where I live, so they’re no big deal, really.”

Thrift store? No big deal? And why didn’t Alex return the compliment by complimenting Jill’s…I don’t know, shirt, shorts, biceps, abs, *anything*! Didn’t this bitch know how things worked down here? Jill was desperate to find some way to make herself feel more adequate in front of Alex, but Alex moved with a purpose as she toweled her hands dry, rubbing every inch of her hand with the paper towel with machine-like efficiency. Alex picked up her bag and strode towards the door, her every movement was so graceful; she must have been a professional dancer to have beauty in such a simple motion. As she opened the door, she turned back to Jill, who was standing by the sink looking awkward as hell.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again; maybe we’ll catch each other at the gym sometime!”

Oh, you will, Jill thought. You will.

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Saturday arrived, and as the morning sun forced shafts of light through the window blinds, Kee Yoon slowly slid out bed. Rubbing her eyes and clearing her throat, she slid her feet into her furry flip flops and shuffled slowly into the bathroom. She looked at her haggard face in the mirror. Every morning was a disappointment. She kept expecting to wake up looking perfect for once, but it was always the same story. Sagging eyelids. Frazzled hair. Gummy lips. She moaned in disappointment and began her morning ritual of applying God knows how many different facial cleansers, soaps and what-have-you. She woke up much earlier than her brother and parents so she could have plenty of time.

As she massaged various varieties of facial products onto her already immaculate skin, she turned to her room to glance at the dress she was going to wear tonight. She had it neatly laid out on the small couch next to her bed, an expensive designer dress that her mother bought her on her last birthday. She didn’t quite like it. She remembered feeling like an arrogant little princess trying to show up the Americans when she wore it to last year’s prom. Then her mother threw away her cherished, simpler dresses, and now she didn’t have much of a choice. She rinsed her face and shuffled back into her room, walking outside in careful, measured steps, so as to not wake anyone up. She approached the sliding door to the balcony and slowly opened it. Her body was immediately blanketed in warmth as the sounds of distant traffic and brooms sweeping concrete floors greeted her. The balcony was small, but large enough for one person to move about comfortably.
Stepping outside, she slid the door shut and turned to her easel, which had a large cloth draped over it. Pulling the cloth off revealed a large half-finished painting of an ocean. It was simple in its content, but Kee Yoon had spent an enormous amount of time making sure that each wave and undulation in the water was perfect, with just the right amounts of color and sharpness given democratically to every inch of water. Though Kee worked with a variety of media, her mother refused to allow anything beyond her pencil work to be done inside the apartment. Kee was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of working in plain sight of everyone inside and outside the apartment, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. She gently felt the dried acrylic with the back of her hand, gazing longingly at her depiction of a seemingly endless sea, held back only by the horizon. She turned away from her painting to face the massive apartment building that sat uncomfortably close to her balcony, and sighed in resignation. She leaned over the edge, seeing someone sweeping the ground floor below. In the distance, where the building met the road, she gazed at her favorite bagel shop that her mother would sometimes bring lunch home from.

“Something wrong, babe?” Linton snapped out of the deepness of his thoughts as Tara’s gentle voice pierced the veil. He stirred slightly and remembered where he was: that nice little bagel place she loved so much. She told him last Wednesday that today would be a warm day, so it would be perfect to spend the whole day together before topping it all off with a night at Neo-So.
“Naw, I’m alright. I’m cool.”
“You suuuure?” Tara tilted her head and smiled at him, sipping her coffee at the same time.
“I told you, I’m cool, Jesus,” Linton snapped as he realized he had been sitting with the sun in his face the whole time. He quickly shifted his chair into a shaded spot.
“Sorry,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows and cursed himself inside.
“No, it’s alright babe. I was just thinking about stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Nothing important, really. Let’s just like try and enjoy the day, you know?”
Before Tara could reply, she heard the server call her name behind her.
“I got it,” Linton said as he stood up to get both of their orders. Leaning against the counter, Linton waited as the server plated their egg and ham bagels onto the tray. He turned his head to look at Tara, whose back was facing him. Her skin was a perfect light beige hue and her blonde hair seemed to practically reflect the rays of the sun. She was one of the hottest girls at school, and she was his. It almost felt like cheating, the way she fell for him so easily during their sophomore year. And the best part? She seemed to think he was Portsdown High’s Brad Pitt, and no matter what he did and who he fucked, it was as if some part in her head refused to believe or comprehend any of it. Maybe Tara really had no clue, but it wasn’t a big secret around school. Since they became an item two years ago, Linton had bagged the other hotties in school. There was Michelle, Jennifer T, Audrey, and that smoking hot Egyptian chick Talia. And he was still with Tara, who was, by the way, on track to become prom queen. There was only one girl at Portsdown High that still occupied his target list, and things were starting to get weird with her. A small part of Linton was terrified of what she might look like tonight.
As he carried the tray over to their table, Tara turned and gave Linton the sweetest smile ever. All of a sudden, a pang of guilt hit him like a train. He felt like a little pussy for feeling that way. He wished he could kill those feelings right away and man the fuck up dude, but it didn’t change the fact that that one smile made him feel like crap for everything he’d done behind her back, if only for a few seconds. Linton summoned everything inside of him to squash the emotional pest within him and sat down, placing the tray on the table.
Tara delicately lifted the top half of her bagel and evenly divided the egg and ham filling between the two halves. She then cut each half into segments and ate them one by one. Then she looked up and saw Linton chomping on his bagel like it was a donut, and burst out laughing, much to her boyfriend’s confusion. It was the small things that she loved the most with Linton. The way he seemed oblivious to his unsubtle ways. The way his inner child would creep forth from his manly exterior when faced with her pet cat, Tulip. The bigger things about him weren’t too shabby, either. He did get kind of annoying when he put on his jock face, but Tara knew that it was just him maintaining the right image in front of his football peers. Still, she wasn’t too thrilled that Adrian was tagging along for tonight for that precise reason, but at least she had all of the morning to spend with the real Linton.
They drove down to Manhattan Beach instead of the usual Santa Monica Pier, which Tara had grown bored of. As they walked down the sloping path towards the boardwalk, he bought her an ice cream cookie sandwich at the local creamery. He knew that she was cautious about her weight, but he also knew she was deeply in love with him.
The sun went down over Los Angeles, and as the hour grew late, the 405 and 110 freeways slowly lit up like Christmas trees with only red and white lights, depending on which side you were looking at them from. In the heart of that hive of scum and treachery known as Hollywood, LA’s hottest new nightclub, Neo-So, opened its steel plate doors to the masses. Hundreds of eager night clubbers, all dressed like it was the party of a lifetime, formed a line that snaked all the way down the street and round the corner. Thumping bass pulsed from within the building, clearly audible to all the unbearably excited clubbers outside.
“Oh thank God!” Jill exclaimed as she saw a car pull out of the metered parking spot in front of her. As soon as the car completely vacated the spot, she swiftly slid into it, pulling the best piece of parallel parking, saving her from the outrageous $20 parking lots that punctuated the Sunset strip. Jill stepped out of her car, and almost immediately attracted several stares from other clubbers heading for Neo-So. She felt confident and powerful, having worked her body in the gym every day since Tuesday till today. Dressed in a sexy halter top and skirt, the realization of the changes in her body really hit her as she felt herself surrounded by the sounds of the Los Angeles night life. She walked a short distance towards Neo So, and it didn’t take long for her to recognize Adrian, Tara and Linton standing on the street corner, waiting for her. She waved at them as she crossed the street.
As she got closer, she noted the distinct looks on each of their faces as they saw her approaching. Linton’s was a sort of brooding worry. Tara’s was one of total shock. Adrian’s typical confident look didn’t break. Boy was that guy a tough one to crack.
“Wow, Jill!” Tara exclaimed as her boyfriend looked on, his face seemingly unable to decide if it should looked worried or confident. Maybe it was just that her attire created optical illusions to bring out all the right qualities, but Jill seemed more muscular than when he last ran into her a few days ago. In fact, it was totally unmistakable now: she was buff. As she walked up to Tara, Linton noticed how much broader Jill shoulders were compared to his girlfriend’s. Her abs were also bold and visible in spite of the dimly lit sidewalk they stood on. And Jesus her arms and shoulders were fucking toned. It didn’t make sense. She must have been on the juice. There’s just no way.
“Hi guys! What’s up?” Jill said, her voice still as girlish and feminine as it always was. Okay, so if she wasn’t on the juice, was it really the amazing genetics? The possibilities ran through Linton’s mind so quickly that it nearly stunned him.
“Jill, I mean, wow, you look amazing,” Tara said.
“Thanks girl. Linton, lost for words?”
“Pfft, in your dreams,” he replied, smiling coyly, “Let’s get in line before it gets too long.”
The four of them joined the tail end of the line, which by this point was so far from the club that the music coming from inside was barely audible. Linton sighed, “Shit, getting here early didn’t do shit for us.”
“Say, where’s Rhonda?” Tara asked.
“Oh she had some crap at work she had to do, late night shift.”
“Aw, poor girl,” cooed Tara.
“So what’s going on, Jill?” Adrian interjected, “If you’re not on the ‘roids, there’s got to be something else to it, right? I mean-“
“Ugh, she’s genetically gifted, remember?” Tara scoffed.
“Yeah but-“
“There are a few women who can build muscle like guys, you’re looking at one of them!” Tara said, gesturing to Jill grandiosely. Jill gave a cheesy smile and flexed her bicep.
“Not even guys can build muscle the way you do, Jill. Really, what’s going on?” Adrian said, unfazed, his arms folded. Jill gave him an increasingly hostile glare. His prodding was not welcome.
“Adrian, can you just leave the interrogation for later?” Tara said. Linton, who was looking on silently, couldn’t tell if she was crossing over into being dead serious or not.
“Later? Look at the line, we’re gonna be here forever!” said Adrian.
As if on cue, a tough looking bouncer appeared before the group. He certainly looked the part, being bald, dressed in a black suit, and wearing one of those cool ear pieces with a telephone wire coming out the back.
“What’s up, what’s up you lot,” the bouncer said in a striking English twang, “Is it just the four of you?”
There was a moment of surprise, but Adrian, collected as always, replied “Yes.”
“Come on,” the bouncer said as he gestured for them to abandon the line. Tara turned to Linton and smiled excitedly.
“This is awesome!” she squealed as the four of them streamed past dozens of hapless clubbers who could only look on enviously. Jill was used to being “expressed” into clubs with her friends on the grounds of their sheer good looks; I mean you’re talking about two football hunks and two blonde girls, but this was still the shortest amount of time she’d had to wait to get inside any club, let alone the one that everyone’s been talking about for the past few weeks. Maybe the bouncer liked her muscles.
The music got louder and louder as their express lane to good times got them closer to Neo-So. The club had a minimalist post modern look, and it was clear that someone had put in a lot of money and love into building it. Inside, a complex array of lights bathed Neo-So in artistic, deliberate shades that alternated slowly between harsh primary colors and more muted ones. The whole place looked very artsy and very cyberpunk. Though DJ Tentalon wasn’t due for another hour, the DJ they had on was spinning some mean beats on his turntables, and Tara didn’t waste any time joining the dance floor while dragging Linton along with her. That left Adrian and Jill standing next to each other awkwardly.
“I can’t dance to this crap! I’m getting a drink!” Adrian shouted to Jill over the music.
“I’ll go with you!” Jill replied. The two of them headed for the bar, and as they did so Jill attracted stare after stare from both guys and girls in the club. Of course, she always did attract stares when she went clubbing, but it was obvious that these stares were a different kind. She liked the change, and it made her body feel more powerful. She loved the way her sleeveless turtleneck showed off her bigger arms and shoulders, which she spent most of the past few days working out. A wave of euphoria washed over her and she smiled to herself.
The bar was in a separate room from the dance floor, and was thus a little quieter, although Jill could still feel the pulse of the music in her chest. Adrian got a Red Bull and Vodka, Jill got a Rum and Coke. They found a booth and sat across one another.
“Looks like you’re already getting some attention,” Adrian said, glancing at a booth adjacent to them with two guys and girls, all staring at Jill.
“I quite like it, to be honest,” Jill said. In spite of the complex relationship between her and Adrian, she always did feel that she could be more upfront with him than anyone else. Perhaps it’s the way he made it seem like he already knew everything, and therefore there was no fear that he would respond in a bad way to anything.
“Is that so?” Adrian said, sipping his drink.
“Yeah,” Jill said, pausing to think. The music was helpful in filling the gap where an awkward silence would be in any other situation, “I used to think that having muscles was like a bit gross, but they’re not gross, they’re powerful.”
“Alright, so now you can tell me what your secret is. It isn’t ‘roids, that much is clear to me, otherwise your voice would be an octave lower by now and your jaw line would be getting all angular. So?” Adrian said, leaning closer to Jill. She simply sat back and smiled cunningly at him, holding her drink to her lips.
“I’m a biological miracle, Adrian.”
He laughed and leaned back. Of course she wasn’t going to tell him, “I figured you’d say something like that. Don’t worry, I’ll find out,” He took another gulp of his drink, “You know, Linton’s getting jealous of you.”
“Oh yeah?” Jill said, raising her eyebrow and smiling wryly.
“Jealous, scared shitless, I don’t know which one. He doesn’t want to admit it of course, but I can tell.”
This time it was Jill’s turn to learn towards Adrian, “How do you know? What does he say?”
Adrian took another sip, “I see him in the locker room after practice checking himself out. Admiring his biceps and shit. He never does that. Never. And the look on his face when he’s doing that, it’s like he thinks you’re using voodoo magic or something, draining the muscles from him.”
She laughed triumphantly, “I don’t know if I told you this before, but he was a pretty skinny kid back in sixth grade. But when he started getting all into like football, that’s, you know, when he started…”
“Gotcha.”
“…to build himself into, like, modern Linton.”
“Man. This whole thing sounds kinda tragic when you put it that way!” Adrian said, and they both laughed. In that moment, there was a brief moment of understanding between the two. As their laughter died down, they found themselves gazing into one another’s eyes wordlessly.
“There you guys are!” cried Tara as her and Linton approached the booth. Linton sat next to Adrian and Tara next to Jill, “Ah, I love this place. Love it. Tentalon should be in a few minutes! What’ve you guys been talking about?”
“Current affairs!” Adrian quipped as he eyed Linton.
“Dude, you sound like how my brother talks to my parents,” Linton said, laughing, “Where did you go? Out! What did you eat? Food!”
“The lights here are amazing. Jill, you gotta come dance with me. The lights are too amazing.” Tara said as she grabbed Jill’s wrist and dragged her along towards the dance floor. Jill gave Adrian an “Oh well” sort of look as they rose from their seats, and the two guys followed them out as well.
There was a loud cheer as DJ Tentalon began his set, and the music became noticeably louder and the lights flashed more dramatically, alternating between staccato strobe lights and deep colors that probed the sea of dancers like an army of searchlights standing sentinel around the dance floor. As arpeggiated sequencers looped over and over to an earth-shaking programmed drum beat and blasts of overdriven sawtooth and square synthesizers, Jill and Tara gyrated their bodies wildly in ecstasy while Linton dry humped his girlfriend and Adrian simply bobbed his head, drink in hand. Although Jill was a regular clubber, her new muscles made her feel sexier and assertive on the dance floor, as if the whole place was dancing to her, not the other way around. As the song wore on, she stopped feeling the music. She did not feel enveloped in the beat, because she felt as if every swing of her hips, every thrust of her toned, muscular arms and every bend of her knees was making the music happen. For a brief moment, Jill was certain that the music was feeling her.
The experience was cut short when Tara patted Jill on the arm, snapping her out of her trance. Jill opened her eyes and saw that her friend was sweating like a pig. Her hair had lost its shape as it cling to her face from all the sweat. She signaled that she needed to take a breather and Jill understood. Together with Linton and Adrian, they slowly made their way through the crush of the crowd back to their booth near the bar.
Concealed in one of the few unlit sections of the club, Kee Yoon watched vicariously as Jill and her friends made their way back to the bar and slowly followed them. She was careful not to bump into anyone, as if she were walking in the middle of the wrong side of a freeway. She had a drink in her hand, something she realized would help her blend in, although it was just water.
Kee found a nice, dark spot close to the bar counter and simply watched Jill sitting at the booth, talking excitedly to her friends. She took the occasional sip of her water, a paltry attempt to not appear out of place, but with the way she clutched her arm with her free hand and stood with both legs pressed together, she knew it wasn’t working.
“Need some company?” said a voice to her left. Kee Yoon let out a high pitched yelp and jumped as she turned to face the young man that was now standing next to her, “Whoa, easy there. Ha! I don’t bite,” the man said. Kee Yoon scrutinized him. He looked to be in his late twenties or thirties, and she didn’t like how his shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his chest, “You look a little lonely there. Need some company?”
Kee Yoon quickly shook her head and smiled nervously at the man. She held up her drink at him to try and imply that she was busy enjoying her drink, but she realized a second later how that made no sense.
“Yeah, I know the drinks here are a fuckin’ rip off. Mind if I buy you one?” said the man, leaning uncomfortably close to Kee. She winced as her nose was blasted by the putrid mixture of alcohol and bad breath emanating from his mouth.
Kee took a step back and held her hand up, “Oh no no,” she said meekly.
“Come on, you’re a pretty lady. I love your dress. Lemme get you a drink and we can sit down somewhere,”
Kee Yoon kept backing away and when her back hit the wall, she realized her formerly tactical decision to watch Jill from the darkest, unseen part of the club was now a huge mistake. The man kept approaching her.
“You scared? Cute Asian girl like you, you don’t need to be scared! Come on, I’ll take good care of you.”

Jill grabbed a paper towel from inside her purse and wiped the sweat from her face. Of course, Tara was a total mess compared to her.
“Jesus, you’re like sweating puddles!” Linton remarked as he put his arm around her. Tara smiled as she toweled her face off and kissed him on the cheek.
Amidst the jovial banter, Jill took a sip of her drink and as she peered above the rim of her glass, she saw two figures in a dark corner by the bar. Instinctively, she realized that the body language of both figures wasn’t quite right. She lowered her glass and leaned forward to get a better look. Tara and Linton took note and followed her gaze.
No, it couldn’t be. Was it really that girl again? That weird Korean girl that kept following her around? Jill recognized the scene immediately as the intoxicated man was practically about to pin Kee Yoon to the wall.
“Aw shit, someone’s about to get raped!” Linton guffawed. Tara snapped around and gave her boyfriend an indignant look, “What? We’re in a crowded place, someone’s probably gonna-“
Jill got off her seat and marched towards the scene between the two figures. With her fists clenched she could hear the creepy dude’s ominous words to a petrified Kee Yoon as she got closer and closer to them.
“Look, come on, there’s no need to be scared, I just don’t want you to be lonely ya know?”
“Hey!” Jill shouted. The man turned around. Standing before him was one seriously hot chick dressed to kill. But wait a minute, this girl was fit as hell. She had her fists clenched, which made her arm muscles bulge visibly. The man stared at Jill for a moment, confused by this combination of sheer beauty and muscular strength. He looked back at Kee Yoon, who looked even more terrified of Jill than of him, then looked back at Jill, who was giving him a death stare. Maybe he shouldn’t have had so much to drink. He slowly slinked away from Kee Yoon and without saying another word, walked past Jill out of the bar room, looking confusingly into her stern eyes as he passed by her.
Kee Yoon, still backed into the wall, looked straight into Jill’s eyes for a microsecond before staring at the floor, thoroughly embarrassed. As Kee continued to stare at the floor without moving, Jill looked at her for a moment, and without exchanging words, turned around and walked back to her table.
“Nice going Jill! Awesome!” Tara said as she and Adrian clapped, “Is it just me or have I seen her at school?”
“Yeahp, she goes to school with us,” Jill said as she sat down and finished her drink.
“Well I am proud of you, girl,” Tara said, patting Jill’s bulging shoulder.
“Yeah. That was actually impressive, the way that dude fucked off like that. Looks like those muscles of yours have some practical application,” Adrian said. Jill could tell that he wasn’t being sarcastic for once.
“Pfft, ‘practical application’? Who says that, dude?” said Linton, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened. He gulped down his drink and then gestured for Tara to scoot out of the way, “I gotta hit the john.”
“Me too, actually, I need more paper towels,” Tara said, “And seriously, awesome job, Jill. You rock.”
With Jill and Adrian once again left alone, they bantered for a while before Adrian felt something in his thigh and whipped out his smart phone to check the text message he received. As he typed away, Jill sat back in her seat and smiled to herself. She looked down at her arm and admired the power that coursed within her. She clenched her fist and watched her bicep rise out of her arm, this time far more pronounced and bulging harder than it used to when she first hit the weights last week. Adrian, Linton, Tara, Kee Yoon, the club and everything else in life momentarily seemed to become a distraction as she felt another wave of euphoria wash over her. It was an amazing feeling that she wanted, needed more of.

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Fall semester went by day by day, and as the temperatures started to drop and the summer faded into overcast skies and dead leaves, Jill found the most opportune time to start covering up her body when at school and busting out her hoodie for the first time in months. She was reveling in the changes that were happening to her, but even then the attention she was starting to attract was becoming too distracting, even for her. Last week Mr. G literally did not stop staring at her for the entire duration of class, along with half the guys in class. Mr. U was also starting to give Jill the suspicious stare. While Jill specifically singled out PE as her “show the muscles” moment in school, her “motivation” for that, Alex, had been conspicuously absent for the past couple of classes. So for now, she would hide her body from the denizens of Portsdown High. Her bodily subterfuge had a few unexpected benefits, however. Rhonda became less distant and estranged, and she and Jill were talking like best friends once more, instead of Jill’s muscles becoming the centerpiece of every conversation. More amusingly, Linton was clearly anxious to see if indeed Jill was getting bigger underneath all that fabric. It was killing him, and Jill could tell without him needing to say a word. Which is not to say that Jill wanted things to go back to normal, of course. You have to keep in mind that it’d been only a month since Jill injected herself with a mysterious untested super supplement. A girl needs a little time off from all that excitement sometimes.

Speaking of excitement, her little dust-up at Neo So that one Saturday had left her shaken. Such an overt show of power, with none of the subtlety and unspoken signals she was so fond of. She remembered feeling powerful in that moment, but when she returned home, she felt as if for those few seconds, she had stepped out of herself and watched this imposter occupying her body stand up to that drunken fool in an assertive, no, *masculine* sort of way. Perhaps she just needed some time to acclimatize to not just her changing body but her changing attitudes, but at any rate, she laid off the weightlifting for the time being and went back to cardio. She also had to tackle the two strangers she lived with at home. Okay, that was a little harsh, but Jill didn’t even want to imagine her parents’ reactions once they actually took a minute out of their goddamn lives checking the stock market and talking to investors and lawyers to realize that their daughter was suddenly turning into an amazon. Thankfully, dad had just gone on a weeklong business trip to Shanghai, so Jill’s problems were halved while she brainstormed how to deal with the issue.

It was around her first week in a month without bulking up that she started to feel a force underneath her thick hoodie and sweatpants. Something bubbling under her skin that was threatening to break free and expose itself from the confines of its fabric prison. It was like her mind and body were being bombarded by millions of little itches she couldn’t scratch. She couldn’t quite *feel* the sensation, but she knew it was there, and it bothered the living hell out of her. Her brain felt like it was on fire and she was sometimes overwhelmed with a desire to just strip off her clothes and show her body off for the entire world to see. She was only calmed when her thoughts diverted to her ever-changing body, and the thought of continuing to transform it. But thoughts weren’t enough sometimes. Thoughts were only real to the person who thought them. Jill wanted to make her thoughts real not just for herself, but for everyone around her.

She was on the treadmill at Genesis Fitness, almost unrecognizable to many of the gym’s frequent clients because of her unusually conservative sweatshirt and pants attire. As the syncopated rhythms of Dream Theater pulsed through her headphones, Jill could feel the crackling, burning sensation wracking her brain. Her body was sticky and sweaty underneath all those clothes, and the combination of the two was killing her.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure. She snapped her head to the right and, two treadmills down, saw Alex on one of them. That bitch. Clearly she wasn’t sick, so she was skipping PE for two weeks now. Jill felt a gripping sensation in her heart when she leaned forward to get a better view and saw that Alex was dressed in a sports bra and shorts, looking unbelievable. Her body was glistening with sweat and her hair was sticking to her face as she sprinted at full speed on the treadmill. She looked so confident, so unbeatable. The treadmill was at full tilt and it was running at full speed, from the looks of it, yet Alex was looking like a trained Olympic sprinter.

Jill felt foolish now, barely going at jogging speed on her treadmill and only at a slight tilt. She felt fat in her baggy sweats. She heard some men behind her laughing. They must have been laughing at *her*. At how stupid she looked. She turned around, and saw two meatheads having some ridiculous conversation with one another. Almost immediately one of them locked eyes with Jill, and in a moment of embarrassment she spun around like nothing happened. What the hell, Jill? Since when did you go around looking at guys? You *never* looked at guys in the gym, *they* were looking at *you*. The sensation in her brain grew with intensity. Then, as the song shifted gears into its chorus and her ears were blasted with an onslaught of double bass drums and overdriven guitars, she ripped off her headphones, punched the emergency stop button, and hopped off the treadmill as it slowed to a halt.

As she approached the weights section, she felt her heart beat faster, and the crackling sensation died down like clockwork.

“Hey Jill!” called out Pindar’s distinct voice. Jill looked over and smiled as he walked over to her.
“Hey!” She smiled and waved at him.
“Good to see you again. You’re moving rather quickly for the weights!”
“Heh, yeah. I needed a break from all that cardio.”
“Right! How’s the weightlifting going?” Pindar replied, clearly oblivious to what lay underneath Jill’s clothes.
“Oh, awesome. I could use a spotter actually, if you’ve got a minute.” Jill said. She didn’t, really, but she wanted an excuse to show off to him.
“Sure, sure. Just give me a minute, I gotta go take care of something, but I’ll come find you.” He said, patting her on the shoulder before making his way into one of the adjacent offices.
Jill finally reached the weight rack, this time finding herself at the rightmost end of it, where all the heavier dumbbells were. This was her moment. As she stood by the weights, nobody batted an eyelid at her. She counted six guys and two women in the immediate vicinity, and it was as if she didn’t exist. Without trying to be too theatrical about it, she slowly took pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing her chiseled abs first, followed by her sports bra, and toned pectorals and powerful arms. As she set her shirt down by a corner, she immediately noticed the stares she was now receiving. Many of them were trying to be nonchalant about it, but more so than before, the sense of astonishment was palpable, especially from the women.
Jill’s body, liberated from the confines of her sweatshirt, was enveloped in the gym’s air conditioning, and she felt comfortable for the first time in days. She picked the 30 pound dumbbells; a far cry from the 15 pounders she struggled with a month ago, and moved from set to set without taking a break. Aside from the sight of her muscles bulging with each pump, she could feel her whole body seemingly getting tighter and tighter. She did every conceivable exercise with the dumbbells, taking only a few seconds for a breather in between sets. She couldn’t believe it; it was as if she had this huge reservoir of unspent energy that had just accumulated inside her for all those weeks, now being expended at once in this one workout. Every time she finished a set of 15 reps, she immediately moved onto a different exercise.
Eventually she settled into a pattern where she went in circles around the weight section, doing reps on each and every machine, one after the other. She was a machine. As the bigger guys around her played on their smartphones for minutes in between sets, Jill was pumping iron without end around them, making it seem as if they were working out in slow motion by comparison. At some point, she lost her sense of time as she went about her weightlifting marathon. She didn’t even have to think about it anymore.
Jill just finished a set on the leg press and was about to move on to the shoulder press machine when she saw that guy was using it. She decided to take the opportunity to have a breather for once, instead of moving on to the next machine. Her gaze wandered over to the wall mirror, and she let out a gasp and put her hand to her mouth as she saw her reflection in the mirror. She wasn’t hallucinating, but it was *impossible*. She was bigger, noticeably bigger. More ripped. Bulkier. More muscular. All that from that one workout. In total shock, Jill continued to look at her reflection. Her muscles bulged powerfully, but it wasn’t just that. Her whole frame seemed to have widened, thickened somewhat. Her shoulders were broader, her abs were more defined than ever, and her whole body was bulging muscle not because it had been exercised a lot, but because it had *gained* muscle mass. She looked over to the treadmills to see if Alex was still there. She was not. Disappointment.
As she continued to look at herself, she thought about the permanence of the changes to her body. She felt like she was saying goodbye to what used to be her lithe, curvy figure, as it was being encroached upon by thick, hard muscles. She looked down at her chest and saw that her pectorals were thicker, rising noticeably out of her torso and, like some kind of virus, invading and annihilating those two womanly virtues of hers that swooned boy’s hearts for years. She pushed against her breast with one hand, and was alarmed at how shallow the softness went before her hand felt the rock hard pecs that lay underneath. A feeling of dread came over her. She could swear it was the same feeling her dad felt when he realized he was going bald. These were her boobs, for God’s sake. She watched them grow when she hit puberty at 12, and though there were other girls at school who had much bigger ones, they gave her that womanly confidence that made her one of the hottest girls at Portsdown High. And they were disintegrating before her eyes beneath a rising tide of muscle.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that it took her a moment to see Pindar standing behind her in the mirror. She spun around in surprise, seeing Pindar’s face. His eyes were ready to pop out of their sockets. Jill couldn’t help but giggle at his comical expression, and her anxiety washed away in an instant.
“H-hey!” Jill said, smiling girlishly at him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” was all Pindar could manage. Jill laughed at him and flexed her bicep, which looked noticeably bigger and bulged harder than when she was at Neo So.
“You must have really taken your time getting here, look how big I’ve gotten!”
“No, but-that was like 30 minutes! Jesus, Jill, you’re ripped. Are you-?” he looked around, and lowered his voice, “Are you on anything?”
“Nope, I just have freakish genetics,” Jill said, reiterating a now familiar line, “If I was on ‘roids or anything my face and voice would be all gross.”
“No, no you’re right. I’m not accusing you or anything. I’ve just never seen anything like this. You bulked up like that in a month?”
“Yeahp!”
“No protein shakes? T-100? That kinda stuff?”
“Nope, just my usual supplements and V…good genetics!”
“You must be a freak of nature or something,” Pindar said, laughing nervously, “Because I’ve never, ever seen anything like this.”
“Anything like what?” she said coyly.
“Oh, uhm, you know, ripped body, but cute face and voice,” Pindar said, feeling a bit foolish. Jill put him at ease when she giggled, and in return he laughed. In his eyes, she had suddenly transformed into the perfect women. He had a thing for bulkier girls, but all the other female trainers he worked alongside were too old for him, and while there was a cute fitness girl here and there at the gym, none of them measured anywhere to what Jill was now. In an instant, he felt privileged to know Jill, who had suddenly gone from an acquaintance at the gym to the most beautiful woman he’d ever come across.
Though it was kind of pointless by now, he spotted Jill as she worked out, as he said he would. As she went from the bench press to the shoulder presses, he felt like he was in the presence of a celebrity; at least, a celebrity of his mind. Jill was so perfect, and he felt stupid for having treated her as a mere acquaintance all these years. He wished he had taken the time to get to know her a little more, hell he wished that he knew she was going to get huge like this years ago. As Jill struggled slightly with a rep with the 40 pound dumbbells, he pushed his hands up on her arms and helped her finish the rep. He felt how thick and dense her arms were, and couldn’t believe that an 18 year old girl could build this kind of inhuman muscle so quickly. Suddenly, he realized that he wasn’t pushing his hands on her arms as much as he was groping them, and eased off his touch. He glanced at Jill’s face in the reflection of the mirror, and much to his relief she didn’t seem in the least bit bothered by it; in fact, he could swear that she cracked a smile.

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Jill pulled up to the driveway and stepped out, having returned home from the most epic workout of her life. As she walked towards the front door, she smiled and looked down at her thick, powerful body. Her arms were particularly impressive; what used to simply be featureless sticks now had all sorts of details and sections. She admired the way her biceps were neatly partitioned from her bulging shoulders, and she could just about make out the individual serrations in her triceps. There was also thick vein that was running down each bicep and branching off at her forearms. Her whole body was turning into a work of art.
She walked in the front door and was immediately faced with her mother, chopping vegetables at the kitchen. Jill realized that she had forgotten to put on her sweatshirt and her muscular body was plain as day to mom. Shit.
“Oh my God! Jill! What in the hell did you do to yourself?!” Mom screamed, dropping her knife and making her way towards her daughter. For once, Jill couldn’t find words to talk back. “My god! My GOD! Ahh!”
“I know what I’m doing, mom!” Jill said as mom hovered around her personal space like a demented fly.
“What the hell is this?! What is- You’re taking STEROIDS now? Look at yourself!!! Have you completely lost your fucking mind?! Have you fucking seen yourself in the mirror?!”
“Mom!”
“Explain yourself! Now!”
Jill calmed herself, resisting the urge to sock mom in the face and send her flying across the room. She took a moment to collect herself, “Look mom, I know it looks bad, but I like literally discovered that I can get big like this naturally like very easily, and I’m just doing it for a few-“
“You are on steroids and you will not use them anymore before your voice gets deep, and you will NOT lift weights anymore until you are back to the way you are! I’m going to deal with this…this clusterfuck, and until then you will NOT go to the gym!”
“Mom-“
“Not! Another! Word! My god, Jill. It’s bad enough you’re giving your father and I such a hard time over college, now you’re…you’re destroying your body by turning into a MAN! Christ, my god, my own daughter…” She stormed off from the kitchen down the corridor, her voice trailing off, on the verge of tears.
Jill was left standing there in silence. Her first thought was of Alex laughing at her, hiding in the bushes somewhere, watching the whole thing. She wanted to be mad at mom like always, but she had to admit, it was her own damn fault for forgetting to put her sweatshirt on. She could feel the crackling in her head slowly creeping back in. But now it seemed like hitting the gym again would trigger a nuclear apocalypse. She looked down at her body once more, and in spite of the embarrassment, she could not deny how much bigger she was now. The crackling subsided. Slowly but surely, she found the will to move from her spot and head for her room.

End Of Part 2

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“Fifteen…Sixteen…Seventeen…” Jill grunted as she lowered herself down before pushing herself back up. The wooden floor of her bedroom creaked slightly as beads of sweat slid off the teenage girl’s face. When she reached thirty, she let out a sigh and sat on the floor, leaning on the wall. It was in those seconds that she realized that she had in fact done three sets of proper pushups, not the kind she was doing a month ago with her knees on the floor. She let out another satisfied sigh as she looked at her arms, which bulged visibly. More and more veins were making themselves known, pushing up through her skin. It wasn’t an ideal workout situation, having to do calisthenics in her room, but ever since mom canceled her gym membership, Jill realized that she had to find some way to pump up, if at the very least to keep that uncomfortable feeling in her head from returning. The school did have a gym, but it was only available for classes or football players and was closed after school hours. And just Jill’s luck, it never occurred to her to take Weightlifting 101 this semester. She searched for various heavy objects in the house to lift, but aside from the furniture, which she had a tough time grasping with just two hands, there wasn’t anything in the house that weighed more than ten pounds small enough to be curled.
She toweled her face off in the bathroom and flexed her guns as she looked herself in the mirror. Two powerful balls of rock hard muscle ballooned out from her arms. Impressive, and harder looking than the last time, but Jill noticed that while more veins were popping out across her body and she could see the definition in her muscles deepening, she wasn’t getting big as fast as she used to at the gym. She had indeed grown slightly bigger from her last visit to the gym; her biceps and shoulders bulged powerfully , her abs were cut as hell, and clusters of teardrop shaped lumps of muscle were forming around her thighs. But it wasn’t enough. She needed that burst of mass; that same incredible bulking up she witnessed her body undergo the last time she was at Genesis Fitness in the span of less than an hour. Pushups, situps and squats just weren’t doing it, but the tension in the Rhodes household was at an all time high, and Jill felt that her room was a safe haven from the unknown chaos that waited outside. Except for three days ago, when mom went on the warpath in Jill’s room, searching for the “steroids” that her daughter was pumping herself full of. But looking for a bottle the size of your thumb in an 18 year old’s room is about as fruitful as looking for a needle in a stack of needles, and mom did not find anything beyond Jill’s usual supplements which she herself took. “Mom, I’m not on steroids! There’s nothing to find!” Jill remembered telling her as the woman uprooted her room, teetering on the edge of wantonly hurling every object behind her as she searched for whatever it was that was starting transforming her daughter into a disgusting muscle freak.
Jill didn’t want to go out there, but it was 7.30 am and she had to get to school. She struggled to put on her T-shirt, which now clung tightly to her whole body. She groaned as she forced her muscular thighs through her jeans. She grabbed her backpack and hesitantly made her way for the door, furrowing her eyebrows at the tight feeling of her clothes. As she was about to step through the door, she glanced at herself in her wall mirror and stopped. She noticed that through the neck hole of her T-shirt, she could see her thick pectorals creeping up from the bottom towards her neck. Only little over a month ago, it was nothing more than just plain flatness, followed by her boobs below. Now Jill was starting to see these two rock hard plates of muscle rising out of *her* body, slowly erasing the breasts that she had grown up with for six years. It occurred to Jill that many women, for thousands and thousands of years, spent their whole lives being judged, being defined by these two fleshy sacs, and she now she would only spend six of them with them. She would not get that chance. For a moment, she didn’t seem to recognize the girl in the mirror, but as she scanned her body from toe to neck, she found her face again and a feeling of reassurance washed over her. She was still Jill Rhodes.
It was at this very inopportune time that the door suddenly snapped open, nearly decking Jill in the face, as mom stopped short of colliding with her daughter as she stepped inside. The two of them looked at each other for a moment in awkward silence.
“You’re going to school?” Mom asked.
“Uh, yeah?” Jill replied incredulously.
“Don’t answer me like that! Come here, I want to have a word with you before you go,” she said, walking back out towards the living room.
“Ugh, *Mom*, you’re gonna make me late!” Jill protested as she reluctantly followed.
“I’ll make it quick! Sit down!” Jill obeyed and sat on the couch across from mom. Mom opened her mouth to speak but stopped when she noticed something in her daughter, “You’ve made yourself bigger, haven’t you?” she asked in a tone of controlled outrage. Jill looked away. “My god, Jill. Your father and I are trying to help you get out of this and grow up liked a normal 18 year old girl, and you’re—“ she seemed on the verge of a meltdown but took a moment to compose herself, “Where are they? Where’d you put them?”
“Put what?”
“The steroids! Your drugs!”
“Mom! I’m not on steroids!” Jill pleaded.
“Sweetie, don’t bullshit me anymore. This is RIDICULOUS, look at you, and you- you’re telling me you’re NOT on steroids?! Now, your father is pulling all his contacts and calling up people to see if they can help you out of this, so I’d appreciate a little understanding from you-”
“Mom, seriously I’m telling you I’ve got-“
“Good genes or not, THIS,” she reached across and grabbed her daughter’s muscular veined arm, gesticulating wildly with her other arm, “is not natural, Jill! Not without help!”
“Okay listen to my voice! Steroids, okay, they would make my voice deeper! I still look and sound like me!”
“And your breasts! Look at you!” Mom shouted as she got up and invaded Jill’s personal space. Jill shouted in protest as mom jabbed at her thick pectorals, “Where are they?! Where are they, Jill?! You’re turning yourself into some freak!”
Jill felt like a bomb exploded in her head, and a force inside her poured itself out. “Okay, you know what? I *want* to turn myself into some freak! It’s my body, I can do whatever I want to it!”
“Don’t you dare talk back to me-“
“I mean GOD, mom! I feel great! I feel healthier, stronger, better than I’ve ever been, and I’m still a girl. I’m still a woman. You should be thankful I’m not like puking my guts out to lose weight, or, or, cutting myself, or getting high out of my fucking mind, or any of the other thousand things I could be doing to really destroy myself that girls out there my age are doing! And I’m still getting good grades, I’m going to get into college, I’m doing the things that *should* make you happy! But now you want to control how I, how I look-“
“You think people will accept-“
“Even if you take away the gym, as long as I have a freaking FLOOR to stand on, I can do pushups, I can still get bigger whenever I want to! You can’t control that! You can’t!”
She picked up her backpack and stormed out of the house.
“Jill! Come back here! Don’t you walk away from your mother!”
The door slammed shut.

The sun was shining on Portsdown High, a rare respite from the gloomy cloudiness that had pervaded for the past few weeks. Choi shuffled away from the shaft of light that was baking his back, stepping around the table so that he was no directly across his lab partner. He slowly added a small amount of base into the acid, methodically following the proper titration procedures as Ashley, his lab partner, watched on. She clearly had no idea what the fuck was going on, and Choi often wondered how someone without a damn clue was sharing the same AP Chemistry class with him. Titration was a slow process that required ungodly patience, and this girl was yawning and looking around while Choi was doing all the work. She would wind up getting as much credit as he did. It didn’t make sense to him, so he decided he would try something a little different for a change.
“Ashley. Did you wanna have at it?”
The girl gave him a quizzical look. “Oh! Uhm, sure…” she said as Choi moved aside to let her add the drops into the flask. She seemed to get off to a good start, adding half drops and shaking the flask to swirl the fluids together. Then she fumbled the nozzle of the dropper, causing a huge dose of titrate to spill into the dilute solution. Choi lost it.
“Goddamnit, Ashley. One. Simple. Thing. One simple fucking thing and you can’t fucking do it!” he barked, tearing off his safety goggles and slamming them on the table. Everyone in class grew silent and looked at them, “I’m doing all the work here, and you, you’re getting a fucking A like I do, when its MY-“
“Choi! Cool it!” Mrs. B said as she walked over to the pair. Ashley was verging on tears now, “She made a mistake. It’s okay. Just rinse everything and repeat it, and please watch your language or I’ll have to report you to the VP’s office again.”
Choi didn’t answer back, but stared angrily at the table and lightly nodded his head. As Mrs. B walked away and the sounds of a functioning class slowly crept back in, Choi continued to stare at the table as Ashley sniffled and pulled together her all to keep it under control. Choi couldn’t believe this shit. He was pretty much certain to get into UC Berkley on a scholarship, and here he was, dealing with Disney princesses in AP fucking Chem.

It was his free period, and he sat at one of the shaded tables on the patio by the cafeteria, working on his lab report. He really wanted to write “Lab partner sucked” as a footnote of some kind, but he just wanted the semester to coast by smoothly so he could get the hell out of this crappy high school. The chatter of a clique sitting at a table behind him suddenly white noised all over his concentration, and Choi angrily glared at the six preppy kids and wondered just what on earth was so funny that they had to be so fucking loud. Despite putting on his most intimidating stare, none of the kids acknowledged his existence. He turned back and tried to breathe the hate out of his nostrils.
Choi despised Portsdown High. There were too many prep kids and elitist morons driving their Mercedes Benzes. The science department was a joke, having castrated itself to cater to the lack of qualified students like him, which is why idiots like Ashley could wind up in AP Chem and why hacks like Mrs. B refused to take Choi’s side when he felt like asserting his superiority over his less intelligent peers. Still, you have to make the best what you have, and Choi, if not a good communicator, was a great listener, and was therefore in the know with what was going down at Portsdown High. At best, it proved to be superb entertainment for him. His freshest piece of gossip came from one of the preppy football cliques, where apparently one of the girls was seriously buffing up faster than any of the jocks could dream of. He had seen the girl in question before, Choi was certain her name was Jill. Even though he was more inclined towards other Asian girls, Choi still thought Jill was always one of the better looking girls at school. Top five, probably.
Rather conveniently, it was at this moment that the double doors to the cafeteria opened and out stepped Jill, walking and talking with Rhonda, who Choi took Biochem with in Junior year. Though it didn’t happen very often, Choi was taken aback at how built Jill was. The last time he had a really good look at her, she was slender and toned, bordering on athletic. Now the girl he saw walking past him looked to have put on at least 20 pounds of muscle.
“The fuck-?” Choi silently mouthed as the two girls got further and further away. With barely a minute to collect his thoughts, the cafeteria door opened again, and this time out stepped Kee Yoon, looking like she was in a hurry to get somewhere. Choi’s heart raced a little. Kee Yoon, man, out of all the girls at Portsdown High, she was the prized gem that sat atop Mount Fakery, as he called it. Choi knew that she was a fob, and that was his opportunity. He could speak some of the language, most of it learned from hearing his parents talk, but he grew up in LA. He could show her the ropes! Ease her into the American life with that feeling of homely familiarity! That could be his way in. As Kee got closer and closer, Choi sat up and leaned out towards her a little, making himself obvious. As soon as they made eye contact, he put on his best smile and waved at her. Kee returned his gesture with a smile and wave of her own before resuming her hurried journey.
Choi sat back and sighed contently. It lasted all of two seconds, but man did it make his day. He could tell just by her smile and wave alone that she wasn’t one of them, she was an innocent *forced* into attending this shitty high school. They were united in that commonality, even if he was a man of science and she was a woman of the fine arts. He turned back to his lab report, and picked up his pencil, but found that it was impossible to even think about chem now. His mind raced with all sorts of thoughts. He turned back to see if Kee Yoon was still visible. She was distant, but he could see her heading down the corridor. He turned to the prep kids behind him. They weren’t getting any quieter. A fly landed on his finger and he angrily waved it away. The sun seemed to be getting hotter, and the heat was starting to bake his skin, even under the giant umbrella. He was not comfortable anymore. He turned back to where Kee Yoon was and something piqued his attention. There was a piece of paper on the floor that wasn’t there before Kee Yoon walked by. Maybe she dropped it? Not wanting to question this perfect opportunity, Choi packed his things and got up.

The Edward M. Graham sports gymnasium was Portsdown High’s most recent architectural monstrosity; a building that was the cause of much noise and dust during Jill’s junior year. In her early morning free period, Jill had the entire place to herself. She looked around the vast space that surrounded her, her shoes squeaking against the polished floor. There was a serene quality to the dead silence of the place. It was massive, soundless, and empty. Everything that her home wasn’t. But Jill wasn’t here to sight-see. Earlier in the morning she made a pass at the gym, and sure enough, it was locked. Frustration. Jill, with her newfound muscle mass, felt like she could have simple rammed the door open, but she wasn’t that insane just yet. The gymnasium perhaps had something she could use. She approached the far end of the hall, where the storage closet was, and tried the handle. To her surprise, it opened, and within it sat a variety of sports equipment; basketballs, soccer balls, volleyballs, cones, skipping ropes…but no weights. She looked around the place. There was a volleyball net set up at one corner of the gymnasium. Jill smiled to herself and whipped out her phone and began texting.

“Jill?” Linton said as he walked into the gymnasium, duffel bag hoisted over his shoulder. The burly football star looked around and found Jill’s increasingly unfamiliar figure at the far end of the hall. He just managed to catch her sliding her PE shirt on, but from the millisecond that he saw her shirtless, he could see all her back muscles standing bold and hard from out of her torso, glistening in the ceiling lights. Linton’s heart beat faster. As she pulled her shirt down to where it sat above her midriff, she spun around in a moment of surprise before smiling at him, her hair whipping around her face as she did so. The whole thing seemed to play out in slow motion in Linton’s dazed mind.
“You got here quick, barely gave me time to change!” she quipped as she pulled her sneakers out of her backpack.
Linton snapped out of his daze and gave her a confident smile as he folded his arms and cocked his head, “Not exactly every day that I get a text from you telling me to come over,” he said, walking towards her. She giggled as she laced up her shoes. Linton looked at the net adjacent to her and then down at the volleyballs she had laid next to it, “So what, you called me over for volleyball?”
Jill finished putting on her shoes and turned around, approaching Linton. As she did so, she remembered how she looked like a stick standing next to him. She gave a quick glance to each of her shoulders, admiring how broad and thick they had gotten, and how much more powerful they made her feel in the face of the towering Linton, “I’m feeling…” she cooed suggestively. Linton’s confident exterior was on the verge of crumbling into a nervous heap as she got closer and closer to him, “…like I need you to work me out.”
Linton collected himself and smirked as Jill picked up one of the volleyballs. Amazing, he thought. The last time she was like this to him was Junior prom, while Tara was being distracted by her friends. His confidence began to waver once more as Jill walked right up to him, coming within a hair’s length of him as she gently pushed the ball into his hands. Holy shit, Linton thought, she is fucking ripped. He could make out the veins in her arms, which forked like lightning bolts as they traveled from her biceps down to her forearms. He could see her insane pecs bulging through her shirt, and sweet Jesus her whole body was almost as cut as his, if not more. For the first time, Linton felt like he had to *respect* Jill not as his on and off fuck-buddy, but as someone who was by some freak of nature intimidating and arousing him at the same time. He had never felt this way before. He still felt his unholy, uncontrollable desires for Jill, but now he was *terrified* of those desires. His fears were no less assuaged when Tara’s face started flashing in his head. He gripped the ball, standing there like a poor loon, not knowing what to do.
“You’ve gotten all quiet on me. That’s a first.” Jill remarked as she took her position on the opposite side of the net from Linton.
Her confidence, her poise, it was killing Linton. He was frozen on the spot, trapped in his own skin. He couldn’t move, but his mind was screaming at him. He took a deep breath, and decided that he would set aside his hesitation, at least for this moment. At the end of the day, no matter what Jill did, it was Linton who was Portsdown High’s football star, on track for the USC Trojans. He could be sure of that.
“Work you out, huh?” Linton said, finally looking up at her, “I’ll see what I can do about that…after this game!”
Linton slammed the ball as hard as he could, rocketing it over the net towards Jill. A deafening “bang” reverberated across the entire gymnasium. Immediately, Linton felt a bit worried that he had turned the ball into a deadly projectile headed for Jill. To his surprise, however, Jill blocked the ball with her arms, halting its deadly trajectory without so much as an ounce of effort. She followed up by leaping in the air and slamming her fist into it, sending the ball back to Linton even faster than he had. The football dimwit was caught off guard and clumsily deflected the ball, but he already knew he had made a mistake. The ball floated slowly over the net, where Jill easily pounced and pounded it into the ground in front of him.
“Whoo!” Jill yelped, pumping her fist in victory.
“Holy shit girl,” an astounded Linton said, “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone hit a ball like that, let alone a chick.”
As Linton tossed Jill the ball, she smiled and said, “Don’t worry Linty. At this rate you’re gonna have to worry about a different sort of balls.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, not just at the tail end of her comment, but at the fact that she called him “Linty”. Only Tara called him that. He barely had time to think when he realized that Jill had sent the ball flying towards him. He deflected it, this time more competently than the last time, and shot the ball back at her with all his might at the far side of Jill’s court that she couldn’t possibly get to in time. Jill’s powerful thighs propelled her across, and she dived and deflected it in the nick of time. Damn, thought Linton. She’s everywhere. Linton held his own for several back-and-forths, but in his relentless effort to beat Jill, he put all his strength into each hit. Yet, no matter how hard and how fast he played, Jill was always ready to deflect with such unrelenting power. Linton realized far too late that he had tired himself out far too quickly, and eventually the ball hit the ground where Linton wasn’t. “Shit,” he muttered.

“Goddamnit, where did she go?” Choi said to himself as his head darted left and right as he power-walked down the corridors. He had looked inside every empty classroom to no avail. He even checked inside the library, even though it wasn’t even on the path that he saw her take. He finally doubled back and decided to check the gymnasium, even though he couldn’t fathom a reason she’d be there. This is ridiculous, he thought. The piece of paper she dropped was utterly blank, save for a few random chicken scratches made in pencil, kind of like something a psychopath would make. For all he knew, it was just some random thing that the wind blew in that didn’t even belong to Kee. At worst, he would probably come off as an obsessive stalker for walking up and down Portsdown High, trying to return a piece of paper that probably didn’t even matter to a girl he had a crush on. It was too late for his doubts at any rate, because as Choi rounded the corner and the gymnasium came into sight, there she was.
Choi slowed down and gave a puzzled look. Kee Yoon was peering through the little window on one of the doors into the building, standing on her toes to compensate for her meek four feet ten inch frame. What the hell was she doing? Choi stood there like a fool for the longest time, holding the paper like the ridiculous thing that it was. Ah, fuck it.
As he approached the unknowing Kee Yoon from behind, Choi started hearing loud banging sounds from within the gymnasium as well as the short, rapid bursts of shoes squeaking against the floor. Why was Kee Yoon peering into some PE class? He got closer and closer to Kee Yoon until the girl heard his clothing rustle and spun around, letting out a yelp.
“Oh, no no, sorry!” Choi said as he raised his open palm at her, “I just, uhm, I think you dropped this.”
He showed her the paper. Kee Yoon seemed to recognize it and suddenly looked incredibly embarrassed. Choi walked towards her and handed it to her, “Is it yours?” he asked gently. Kee Yoon refused to meet his eyes but simply nodded and took the paper from him.
“Thank you,” she said, just about managing to put on the faintest hint of a smile, before hurrying off away from Choi. The confused kid watched as Kee disappeared around the corner before turning his attention to whatever the hell was going on in the gymnasium. Cupping his hand around his eyes, he squinted hard as he saw the two figures playing an intense game of volleyball. One of them was clearly winning.

Linton wiped the sweat off his forehead as he placed the ball on the ground, “Phew, okay Jill. Gotta time out now. I gotta keep some in the tank for practice later.”
Jill, also sweating now, pinched her shirt with both hands and fanned air onto her body. Checking herself out, she grinned satisfyingly as she saw how pumped her body had become. Her muscles were bulging out more and they felt harder now. She pulled up her sleeve and inspected her shoulder. What was formerly a faint striation was now bold and pronounced, and the skin around it felt thinner. Mission accomplished.
“So why’d you wanna play volleyball anyway?” said Linton, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that he just got his ass kicked by a girl.
“You mean besides wanting to whoop your ass?” Jill said, laughing. Linton returned with his own brand of nervous, artificial laughter.
“Ha, that’s cool, that’s cool, no problem.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Sorry,” Jill said as she smiled at him, “My mom canceled my gym membership and I needed a good workout. And your good company, of course.”
Jill walked over to Linton, close enough that they could both smell each other’s sweat. “Mom didn’t like the fact that you’re, ah…” said Linton, looking intently at Jill with new eyes.
“Yeah. Big time.”
Linton laughed lightly and scanned Jill from head to toe, “Jill…did you…? Have you gotten…bigger?”
Jill pretended to be surprised and checked herself out once more, flexing her biceps and examining her arms, “Oh! Have I? I don’t know, Linty. Are you sure you’re not seeing things?”
He was at a loss of words again. He shook his head, smiling nervously and said, “So why *do* you want to, ah…you know…”
“Get bigger?”
“…yeah…”
“It was always my life’s dream to grow up to be like you, Linty,” she said, placing her palm on his sweaty chest. They both laughed. Jill still had her hand on his chest. That weird feeling of terror and lust was wreaking havoc on Linton’s mind, but the feeling of her hand on his chest could not be denied. She was right there, in front of her, looking into his eyes. Linton took her hand and gently pulled her closer to him.
“So now what? You want to…heh…work out now?”
Jill smiled coyly and seemed on the verge of something with Linton.
“Yeah,” she said, “But I want you to do something for me.”
“What would that be?”
Jill leaned towards him and spoke into his ear, “Get me into the school gym.”

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Gerald Griffin rubbed his eyes as he awoke from a troubling nightmare in which he found himself wandering the halls of Portsdown High in a panicked craze, unable to find his classroom no matter how many times he scoured the same hallway. All of a sudden, his dreary life seemed like a welcome relief. The sun was just about to rise. it was time to get ready for work.
He slowly rose from his bed, trying his best not to make the sheets rustle too loudly, lest he wake his sleeping wife, Karen. His back hurt slightly as he sat upright. It never used to feel that way. He was getting old, and it was hard to believe that only ten years ago he was a young man marching down Hollywood Boulevard, protesting the Iraq war with Karen by his side. Now he was starting to feel the slow, steady decline into his advanced years. Ten years. Christ.
He retrieved the mail and stepped back inside the house, feet shuffling lazily along the parquet floor. As he flipped through the envelopes, one in particular caught his attention. His pace quickened as he hurried to the kitchen table. He settled down the rest of the mail and tore open the one in his other hand. Gerald sighed disappointedly and rubbed his hand through his graying hair. He slumped down onto a chair and cursed quietly, on the verge of tears.
“Again?”
Gerald turned to see Karen standing in the doorway, groggily rubbing her eyes. He hesitated for a moment and showed her the letter.
“Next Friday and the next one after.”
“Jesus.” Karen said, closing her eyes, the energy seemingly drained out of her, “Honey, you’ve- We can’t live like this. We’ve got to start thinking about getting out of the state…start thinking about Phoenix or-“
“Karen-“
“-maybe Oregon or Denver-“
“Karen! We’re not going anywhere. Not now. I’m not giving up. Okay? I’m not giving up.”
“But *why*? They’ve furloughed you God knows how many times, they’re doing it twice again next week! I mean, we can’t afford this anymore. You know how this goes. They’re going to start letting people go and, and-“
She was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. Gerald quickly rushed over to Karen and hugged her.
“Hey, hey…don’t cry, come on. I’m sorry.”
“Gerald please, please let’s just get out of here. I’m tired of not knowing if you’ll still have a job every time I go to bed.”
“Just…just give me till the end of the school year, okay? Can you do that for me? Then we’ll talk about it, I promise” he said, doing his absolute best to put on his bravest face. Karen slowly nodded her head, having been pulled from the brink of tears at the last second, “I-I love you, honey.”
The two of them hugged for a moment. Finally Karen calmed down and headed to the bathroom. Gerald watched her walk away and a wave of guilt washed over him. He didn’t really love her anymore; he had come to that realization months ago. Karen was not the vibrant, energetic young girl that he met way, way back in high school. Her confidence used to be infectious, and Gerald, a meek literature nerd at the time, benefited greatly from the way she lit a fire under him, even in his darkest days. Now it was a different story. Her golden hair was fading in color, her skin was beginning to sag, and her face was a chaotic mess of wrinkles from years of stress. Life as a housewife to a struggling English teacher in constant danger of losing his job is a terrifying experience, and it showed in every aspect of Karen. Gerald shook his head. She wasn’t his wife. She was a cancerous tumor stuck to his side, constantly reminding him of his miserable existence.
He drank his coffee while assembling class material and graded class reports into his bag. His heart jumped a little when he saw Jill’s paper peeking out from the stack. He had given her two page report on The Outsider a solid A. Sure, she wasn’t quite as specific in her report as he wanted it to be, but Gerald didn’t like the idea of handing out grades anyway. His mood was lifted as he was reminded that his class with her was in a two days. She was everything that Karen used to be; beautiful, confident, and smart. Yet something was becoming different about Jill; She was getting fitter, tougher looking…he couldn’t explain it, but it was stirring up emotions about her he hadn’t felt before. He looked back at the doorway Karen was just standing in and sighed. “Goddamnit, the hell’s wrong with you?” he muttered under his breath.

The bell rang and almost instantly dozens of students spilled out of every door. The hallway erupted in a cacophony of chatter as students whipped out their smart phones and others chatted noisily with each other. Amidst the throng, the blonde monolith Linton stepped out of his class and let out a relieved sigh, grateful for the brief reprieve from the drudgery of mind numbing lectures. Keep it together, he thought, you’ve already got your ticket to USC, now you just need to coast to the finish. Like a marathon runner. Just jog to the finish. Come on, bruh!
He decided that he would spend his hour long free period at the gym; do some warm up before practice at the end of the day. As he reached for his locker, he checked his phone and saw that Tara had texted him while he was in class: “Sweetie omg I’m sooo boored. Miss you so much!!!” He laughed a little and shook his head. He then swung open his locker to retrieve his gym clothes and was instantly blasted by an odor that sent a tidal wave of feelings crashing down on him. He felt his dick grow hard all of a sudden. It was Jill’s unmistakable scent; he realized that he was wearing his gym clothes the night that she and him got nasty with it. He smiled to himself and, while tossing his books in his locker, allowed his memories to briefly take over.
He remembered the look she gave him when he passed her his copy of the school gym key. As she drew close to take it, she looked up at him and gave him a smile that would melt most other men. She was five feet five and he was six feet, a whole head above her. Yet when Jill looked up at him, she shot a gaze that nearly made Linton feel weak and pleasured all at once. Both she and he knew what handing the key over would entail next.
Linton’s parents had both driven down to San Diego for a friend’s wedding that weekend. That would be the day. He remembered her showing up at his door. It was obvious that she had used the hell out of that gym; she was noticeably bigger than before. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around how an 18 year old hottie like Jill was turning into a muscle-bound amazon in only a matter of months, but he didn’t have time to dwell on that; she was standing right there in his doorway, looking impossibly beautiful and powerful at once.
He showed her around the house, a massive two story abode that seemed perfectly normal to him, but as Jill explained, was a mansion compared to her tiny two bedroom house only a few miles away. They had a few beers, and before he knew it, they were both on his bed taking each other’s clothes off while making out. It had been quite a while since they last had a night like this, and tonight was very, very different. As he pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her muscular upper body, Linton simply could not fucking believe that this was the same Jill he had fucked like every other weekend since the day they first met in Freshman year. That all came to a halt shortly after he and Tara officially became a thing, and it feels like since then he had been waiting for years for this moment. But this was not the ultra sexy, slender, model-like girl from before. The girl that was mounted on top of his crotch while he lay on his bed was slowly becoming bulkier, harder, wider. As he undid her bra strap, he had a moment of pause when he saw her now small breasts dangling pathetically from her thick muscular chest. “Jesus Christ you’re ripped” he remembered saying. She grabbed both his arms and pinned him down with alarming strength, leaning in close to his ear and whispering “You think I’m ripped now? We’ll do this again in a month and we’ll see.” Those words sent waves of terror and erotic pleasure throughout Linton’s body. He had never felt so scared in his entire life, but at the same time, never felt so *glad* to be scared either.
What followed was now a blur in Linton’s mind. He could only remember the pain. There were moments during that episode where it felt less like he was fucking her and more like she was fucking him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt; the force of her muscular body pressed tightly against his own, instead of the soft, supple flesh she possessed way back then. Linton remembered feeling like he was in the middle of a battle rather than sexual intercourse. He had to fight to keep himself from being crushed by Jill and being utterly dominated into a moaning, exhausted pile. I mean for fuck’s sake, he was Linton, the best linebacker Portsdown High Football has ever seen. It was an ordeal that seemed to last forever, and Linton couldn’t remember if he passed out in the middle of it or not. He just remembered waking up the following morning and finding her gone. His entire lower body ached, and his arms were sore from where she had held them down.
“Sir, step away from the locker” a voice called behind him. It took a second from Linton to snap out of it. He spun around and saw Adrian, grinning like a fool, “Jesus man, you should see the look on your face!”
Okay, stop thinking about her. Stop thinking about her, thought Linton. He smiled and pounded fists with his bro. “Aw you fuckin’ asshole. I’m gonna get you one day bro, swear to God.”
“So you headed to the gym?” Adrian said, noticing Linton’s gym clothes in his hand.
“Yeah dude. Actually bro I need to borrow your key” said Linton, slamming his locker shut.
“I’m actually headed there too. Where’s your key, man?” Adrian said. They both started walking down the hall.
Linton gave Adrian a knowing look, “Jill borrowed it.”
“*Jill*? Jesus man, if coach finds her in there he’s gonna tear you a new one!”
“Dude, her mom canceled her gym membership or something and she needed to use the school’s. Plus it was a barter.”
“Barter? Bartered what?” Adrian said, puzzled. It only took one look at Linton’s mischievous face, “You two finally…?”
“Dude it was…I dunno man. You should’ve seen her. That girl is fucking *swole* now dude. Best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. It was be-yond description.”
Adrian gave an astonished laugh and was speechless for a second, “Well shit dude. And now you’ve given her your gym key?”
“I know dude, but it was so worth it. She’s fucking ripped but she’s not like…those freakazoid female bodybuilders with the facial hair and all that nasty shit. She’s still *Jill*. I mean I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like she’s getting huge but staying hot or something.”
“You’re not at all weirded out by how big she’s gotten so quickly? That ain’t normal, man. Everyone thinks she’s on some serious ‘roids and I heard Mr. U saying they were gonna have her drug tested.”
“If she were on ‘roids, her voice would be like, five octaves deep and her face would be all square and her pussy would be like a dick. And I can attest to all those, especially the last one. She ain’t on the juice. Come on man, *you* of all people know how that shit works.”
Adrian slowed his pace and his expression dimmed, “Dude. Not cool. *Not* cool.”
“Okay chill, bro, chill!” Linton said putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “All I’m saying is that she’s probably one of like ten thousand people on the planet who can build crazy muscle. Ever heard of myostatin deficiency? Ronnie Coleman?”
Adrian took a moment to un-sour his mood, “So…Jill Rhodes, one of the hottest chicks in school, is secretly a genetic muscle freak? Christ dude, at this rate she could be bigger than both of us combined by the end of the school year.”
“Aw no way man. She’s still a girl, you need testosterone and all kinds of shit to get that big” said Linton gesticulating wildly with his arm. He didn’t realize that Choi was about to pass by him from behind and wound up smacking the kid in the face with his hand. Choi’s glasses were dislodged from his face and he dropped his textbooks. Everyone in the hallway stopped and stared. Linton looked down and laughed.
“Dude you crazy fuckin’ Asian ninja!” he guffawed.
Choi realigned his glasses, and picked up his books. “Fucking jock dumbass” he muttered before briskly walking away.
“Whoa whoa, did you say something my man?” Linton barked as Adrian gently barred him with his arm, “Crazy little shit. Kick his ass the next time I see him.”
“Never mind him,” said Adrian as the two resumed their path towards the gym, “What about Tara?”
“What about her?”
“Well she’s like, you know, your fucking girlfriend? And she thinks you’re her soul mate?”
Linton looked away and his gaze lowered toward the floor.
“Well?”
“It was just a one night stand dude. I’ve bagged many other chicks besides Jill, and those were all one offs.”
“Yeah but Jill happens to be one of Tara’s *best friends*. And you think a girl like Tara will buy that lame-ass excuse? She’s not like Jill.”
Linton’s frustration levels spiked. “Fuckin’ A she’s not like Jill. Jill, she’s like, she’s not a little girl like Tara. She’s strong. Mentally and, well, now physically too. She knows the game. Tara’s still stuck in fucking Disneyland and I can’t stand the way she does that baby talk with me! And she rarely wants to have sex, always saying shit like ‘Oh let’s just enjoy the day together!’ I mean what does-what does that even mean?”
Adrian was barely able to contain the look of concern on his face. “Don’t worry about it bro,” continued Linton as he noticed Adrian’s facial expression, “I still love her. Just that sometimes she can grate a little, know what I mean?”
“Yeah. Sure” said a monotone Adrian.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…ungh! Twenty!”
Jill let the barbell slam onto the floor, the fifty pound discs on each side rattling as they impacted the carpet. She wiped the sweat from her brow and flexed her massive arms in the adjacent mirror. The school gym was nothing compared to Genesis, but considering that it was geared specifically for the football team, it sufficed nicely.
From neck to toe, Jill’s physique had put on what looked like another twenty pounds of muscle, and at this point it was completely undeniable that her body had been completely transformed. Her broad shoulders were rounded and striated, and a thick vein ran down to her meaty biceps, which, when flexed, bulged so hard that she could barely see the muscle fibers underneath her skin. Jill continued to flex every part of her body that she could flex, captivated by the detail and muscle definition that came to the surface. She flexed her chest and watched her pecs, now thicker than ever, rise like baked bread and stretch her sports bra. Awesome. She felt like a curious child with an anatomy chart. There was just so much to see and explore!
She picked up a set of forty pound dumbbells and started pumping her chest. With each rep, she could feel what was left of her breasts slowly but surely disintegrating into her pecs. She thought of her parents. How they were antagonizing her with every horrified stare, every awkward silent dinner, and every stern reminder that they were going to find her “help.” She thought of Rhonda, who was slowly starting to drift away from her. Their normally lively conversations were now getting stilted and sparse, with Rhonda seemingly bothered a great deal with her friend’s transformation. She thought of many of the other kids at school, who were starting to give her disgusted stares anytime she came to school wearing anything that didn’t completely cover her body from the neck down.
“Twenty…twenty one…twenty two…twenty three!”
Why the fuck do these people CARE if she wanted to get huge? It’s not like she’s coming to school wasted or high like so many of the other kids, and it’s not like she’s acting like a goddamn psychopath or something. She’s still Jill! The same girl inside as always, even if the outside has gotten so much better! After all, it’s not her fault she has good genes and is simply taking advantage of them!
“Forty one…forty two…forty three…!”
It just goes to show. These people don’t care about her for who she is. They care about her for what she looks like. Even her own parents. Unbelievable. Her own parents! She could feel the betrayal seething into her and fueling her strength with each pump. Screw them all, because now she had a powerful new body. She was becoming a goddess, climbing higher towards the apex of human physical conditioning, while everyone else was stuck with their boring, featureless, plain flesh bag bodies and their narrow, dimwitted thinking. Fuck these people. Like seriously, FUCK-
She heard the door unlock and open behind her. She had just finished her sixty third pump and dropped the dumbbells, letting out a girlish moan as her chest burned like a hundred suns. She spun around and saw Linton and Adrian walk in.
“Oh, hey guys!” she said, smiling sweetly at them. She stood up and toweled herself off as the two men’s eyes got all moon shaped, “I was just finishing up.”
“I-J-Uh-mm-“ Linton stuttered, “You’re-I Mean, you-you’re looking-“
Jill smiled, still toweling herself off, and picked up her gym bag. She walked up to Linton, “Pumped? Big? Ripped? All of the above?” she said seductively. Linton struggled to keep his composure. Holy shit she was definitely, DEFINITELY bigger now. She was like a freaking bodybuilder. There were veins running up and down her arms, her quads were getting huge, and geez even her neck was looking ripped. And was he hallucinating, or was she actually slightly taller now? Linton distinctly remembered Jill’s height reached up to his chin. This time it looked like she was up to his mouth. His gaze lowered from Jill’s angelic face down to her muscular, sweaty pecs, which bulged and rested as she breathed, striations cutting into those thick armor flesh plates as they rose out from her chest.
Jill playfully slapped him on the cheek. “Hey, you’re not supposed to stare at a girl’s chest Linty!” she said, “Keep that chin up!”
As she strode out of the gym, she glanced at Adrian, who was standing behind the stunned Linton, “How’s it going Adrian?” she said to him as she walked out the door.
“Swole. Just swole” said Adrian as he watched her thick frame disappear around the corner. He looked back at Linton who slowly set his gym back on the ground and seemed to be in the process of wandering around the gym aimlessly in slow motion. “What was that deficiency you said she had again?”

Towards the end of the school day, Jill was on her twenty minute break between classes. Just from that one workout, she could feel the difference in her clothes. Her camisole clung even tighter to her skin, and she began to worry that the flimsy straps would snap if she inadvertently flexed her chest too hard. Her jeans were now incredibly uncomfortable to wear; they constricted her every movement and like her camisole, felt like they were on the brink of giving way to her muscular quads. As she walked down the hallway, the air of alienation became palpable. Cheery schoolgirls chatting amongst themselves would catch gaze of Jill heading towards them and would suddenly part like the red sea, giving her a wide berth as they stared at her disgustedly. Guys now avoided eye contact and hurried their pace as they passed by her. Whispers of “Holy shit, is that Jill?” echoed behind her as she walked past people. Up till today, Jill had worn either T shirts or long sleeved sweaters to school, and everything went relatively normal that way. But her clothes were becoming too small for her; she hadn’t gotten around to buying new ones, and so she figured a camisole would at least let her upper body breathe a little more. Big mistake.
She needed to get out of this claustrophobic corridor and get some air. Her pace quickened as she neared the double doors that led outside. There was a group of students standing in front of it. Their conversation died down and all eyes turned to her as she neared them. “’Scuse me,” she said quietly as they cleared the way for her. The double doors swung upon with incredible force and slammed loudly against the wall from the force of Jill’s newfound strength.
Jill breathed a sigh of relief as cool air greeted her outside. She glanced back at the group she walked past, who were still staring at her until the doors slowly swung back closed. “Assholes,” she muttered.
She found a raised concrete platform she could sit on that was fairly free of students and decided this would be a good place to eat her salad. She sat down and pulled a plastic box filled with the salad she bought from the cafeteria the morning. Whipping out her pillbox, she downed her daily dosage and began tucking in. That was when she realized that there was someone sitting a few feet away next to her.
“Nice to see you here,” said Alex, smoking a cigarette. How the hell did that sneaky bitch sit next to her without her noticing?
Jill swallowed her salad and did a fake smile, “Nice to see you here too.”
Alex blew out a puff of smoke and then caught herself, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this bothering you?” she asked, pointing at her cigarette, “I mean the wind’s blowing the smoke the other way, so I didn’t think-“
“No it’s okay. No harm done, right?” Jill said. They both laughed. Looking at Alex, Jill couldn’t help but notice how…how *slim* she was. She looked practically anorexic. More confusingly, Alex didn’t seem at all fazed by Jill’s appearance.
“So how’s your day going?” said Alex, taking a drag from her cigarette.
“Oh, you know, just boring-ass school and stuff, and working out at the gym here,” said Jill, seeing if that would finally get Alex to take notice. She resisted the urge to flex her muscles for Alex the way she did to her friends. A gust of wind blew in and Alex smiled as the cool air provided temporary reprieve from the sun. She finally turned to look at Jill.
“I can tell,” She said nonchalantly, “I thought the school gym was only for the sports people?”
Jill gave her a mischievous smile, “I have my contacts on the inside.” They both burst out laughing.
“Yeah I’ve been working out a lot too,” said Alex. Pfft, Jill thought. Working out a lot? You look like a stick! No bitch, *this* is working out a lot. Doing her best to be discreet about, Jill tensed her body without actually moving, causing her muscles to bulge out a little. You see that, bitch? See that? *That’s* working out.
“Is that why I haven’t seen you at Genesis lately?” Alex continued, “More convenient to work out on campus?”
“You could say that,” Jill said.
“Yeah. Well you know, I do a little weights here and there, nothing too heavy. It’s mostly cardio and stretching. I think it’s working out well.”
Working out well? What does she mean? That her workout is working out well or that her workout is…is working out-Aargh! This little shit was driving Jill crazy. Alex was so slender, so beautiful. Jill couldn’t deny that. And it’s like she didn’t give a fuck. Like she knew everything that was going to happen well ahead of time.
“Say,” Alex said, putting out her cigarette and tossing it into the trash can nearby, “I’m totally sorry if this is too personal, but are you and Linton a thing now?”
What the fuck?! What does she know about Linton? She’s an outsider. The new kid on the block. And she’s talking like she’s been palling around with Jill and the rest of the crew for years.
“Linton? You know him?” said Jill, furrowing her brow.
“Oh just a little personally but mostly be reputation. He’s in one of my classes. But like I just have this weird ability to notice these things. I’m sorry if that was too awkward.”
Jill was speechless for a moment. Yes, it was a totally inappropriate question you bitch. But Alex just exuded humility and friendliness with every word that came out of her mouth, even if Jill knew that there was something more nefarious behind all of that. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t drop her guard by coming off as embarrassed about it.
“No it’s okay” she said, giggling, “I’ll just have to plead the fifth on that one.”
They both shared a knowing laugh. “Speak of the devil,” Alex said, looking in the distance. Jill followed her gaze and saw Linton and Tara walking out of the double doors in the distance.
“Huh!” Jill said. Linton and Tara looked happy together, Tara more so. She excitedly chattered away to her boyfriend, one hand clinging to his and the other patting his broad chest as they strode along.
“Tara’s one of your best friends, right?” Alex quizzed. Was there nothing she didn’t know? Jill could sense where Alex’s questioning was headed. She felt like all she could do was admit her betrayal or confront Alex head on. Looking at Tara and how genuinely happy she was to be with her superstar boyfriend, Jill couldn’t help but feel envious. Tara was happy with him not just because he was big and strong or easily manipulated by good looks, but for whatever reason she saw some kind of goodness in him that made her happy deep inside. It was hard to fathom what goodness there was in Linton that would make a girl happy like that, after all Jill had known him longer than Tara did.
“Well, I suppose there’s no harm done as long as she’s happy,” Alex said as the five minute bell sounded, signaling everyone to start heading to their next class. She grabbed her bag and stood up, “But you know, affairs are like those big muscles of yours. They keep growing until you can’t hide them anymore. Catch you later!”
Alex walked off, and disappeared around the corner, leaving a stunned Jill alone with her now empty salad box. She could not believe what she just heard. The nerve. The arrogance. Alex had fired off the first shot in a war that Jill knew was brewing from the instant she saw her. She wanted to throttle that bitch, but she was gone now. There will be a next time. Jill picked up the salad box with both hands, stared at it for a few seconds, then crushed it into a tiny plastic ball in a few seconds and threw it into the grass. She grabbed her bag, readjusted her clothes, and headed to class.

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“Dui. Ke yi. Hao…mm…hen hao, xie xie. Okay, jai jian,” Dad said, hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh. He shuffled through the pile of papers at his desk and put on his reading glasses, scrutinizing legal document after legal document. He had only been back in the States for all of seven hours after a grueling flight across the Pacific Ocean which was plagued by an endlessly shrieking baby in economy, and already he was on the line with Shanghai. This deal with Tian Jing had to work out; he had spent far too much time getting a sit-down with their executives and ironing out the details for this to fall through.

            Mom’s footsteps became audible from the corridor outside. She had such a way of walking with such authority and haste that Dad could tell it that was her the instant the first footstep rang out.

            She knocked on the door and marched in. “Sorry I just needed something from the shelf,” she said without even turning to face her husband. Mom walked over to the nearby bookcase and started rifling through the many folders and binders stacked on one of the shelves. Dad raised his gaze over his reading glasses, watching his wife’s hurried, desperate body language, before returning his attention to scrutinizing the legal language on his Tian Jing paperwork.

            “Uhhrr! Can’t find it!” Mom muttered under her breath.

            “Everything alright, honey?” Dad said casually without taking his eyes off his paperwork.

            Mom turned to Dad, giving him an indignant, appalled look. “The health binder. The one with all the records. It’s supposed to be here and, and it isn’t.”

    “I’m sure it’ll turn up. You should rest.”

    “I’m sorry, am I bothering your quiet time?”

    “This is a big deal, honey. Tomorrow I gotta be on the line with Tian Jing and I’ll need all the time I can-“

    “Ohhh of course, my mistake! Well let me just screw the hell off, then!”

    Now she got his attention. Dad put down his papers and his reading glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Honey, I just got off one seriously stressful flight, so maybe yes, quiet time I could use. Now would you just please calm down and tell me what’s bugging you?”

    Dad’s placid, zen-like tone did little to alleviate Mom’s. “What’s bugging me? What’s *bugging* me? Oh, I don’t know,” she said, advancing towards him in a somewhat threatening manner, “I think, you know, it maybe could be *possibly* the fact that our *daughter*, our 18 year old daughter, is taking STEROIDS and becoming an overgrown…ju…gnn..muscle freak!”

    “Okay-“

    “And maybe, just maybe, if you stopped for one second-“

    “Honey-“

    “And for once looked at our little girl and what’s she’s turning herself into,”

    “Look-“

    “Maybe you’d get what was bugging me! I mean, did you even reach out to your people like I asked you to?!”

    “Honey. Please. Just calm down. Please. I mean, maybe she *does* have, you know, good genetics as she says!”

    Mom looked at Dad as if he had just regressed into a baby.

    “Do not even start with that. You haven’t seen the way she’s been changing because you’re all the way in Shanghai all the time. If you actually took a minute, a minute! To pay attention to your daughter-“

    “Okay honey, that’s-that’s not fair and you know it.” Dad shot back, thrusting his finger at her, ”I work my *ass* off so that our daughter can go to college. Who do you think kept us afloat when that financial shitstorm hit six years ago? You don’t think I want to spend more time with our daughter? I’d retire right this very *second* if we could afford to!”

    Mom knew that he was full of shit like always, but was tired of being the one to escalate the situation and didn’t talk back. She just walked over to the chair in front of his desk and slumped down, rubbing her forehead.

    Dad’s expression softened and he leaned forward. “Look, I found someone. I was going to tell you, but you know, work…”

    “You found someone?” Mom said, her mood changing almost instantly.

    “I called a few of my people in Beijing and they pointed me to a doctor out here in LA. Edward Graham. I spoke to him, he’s a researcher at UCLA, he said he might know why Jill is…yeah.”

    “And?”

    “So I set up an appointment so he could take a look at her, earliest he could do was next month, on the second.”

    “God. Can’t he do it sooner?”

    “I know. But he’s attending a conference in…I don’t know where. It’s the best I could do. But he sounded confident about Jill. He’s gonna take a look at her, run some tests, and we’ll…we’ll know everything then.”

    There was a silence between the two, Dad staring at Mom as she leaned back in her chair, staring at the floor. She quickly rose and made her way out of the room, “Talk to her when she gets home from school. She can barely look at me these days,” she said somberly as she exited.   

     

    Choi walked the sparse corridors of Portsdown High, head firmly aimed at the floor, an expression of defiance at the world etched on his face. It was his free period and he was heading to the library to catch up on his reading before next class. The dread of finals was slowly creeping into everyone’s minds, except for Choi’s. He was way ahead of the game. UC Berkley called the other day to say that they were extremely impressed with his test scores and application, and were excited to have him working in their biomedical science program. His internship at UCLA was starting soon too. So why the hell was he still stuck at this shit school? That was a question Choi, for all his genius, couldn’t fathom. Yes, he was a genius. He totally outclassed everyone in AP chem and bio, which is probably why nobody liked him. Still, who gives a damn? He was the greate-

    “’Scuse me, could you tell me how to get to Chinatown?” a voice asked behind him. Choi had barely a second to turn around when he felt two hands clamp onto his torso with a vice-like grip and hoist him in the air. He felt his glasses slip off his head and his backpack dangle awkwardly over his shoulders as a cacophony of laughter erupted around him. He craned his head around to see what was going on and was greeted by none other than Linton’s grinning face. Behind him were his fellow apes from the football team, standing around and guffawing.

    “Not so sneaky now, you little shit huh?!” the blonde dickhead taunted him.

    “F-f-fuck you!” Choi screamed as he tried to writhe his way out of Linton’s grip. It was no use. He saw one of the jocks advance towards him. As the laughter and whooping continued, he felt a second pair of hands unbuckle his belt and tear his pants off of him. God no. Dear God no. He felt cold air suddenly wash over his now bare legs as the second assailant ran off with his pants. He didn’t even have time to cry for help before Linton dunked him in a trash can ass-first.

    Choi groaned in the filthy hole, his body crushing and crinkling discarded cans and plastic water bottles with his every movement. The sounds of laughter and hurried footsteps grew softer as his attackers fled down the hallway. Choi tried to wriggle his way out, but it was no use. He reached up and gripped the lip of the container, and yelped as the whole trash can tipped over.

    It smashed onto the floor, causing Choi to spill out, accompanied by an avalanche of filth that covered him from head to toe. He heard a crunch as he rolled onto the floor. Those were probably his glasses that he just landed on. In a daze, he slowly rose to his feet and picked up the remains of his glasses as well as his backpack. Already there were several students who had peeked their heads out of their classrooms to see what was going on. Snickers, muffled laughter and pointed fingers attacked Choi, who was now clad only in his dirty shirt, underwear and shoes.

    He had to do something. He needed new pants. But where? The school store! They sold clothes there! But it was so far away, all the way on the other side of fucking campus! No choice, free period almost over. Must. Go. Now!!!

     He ran as hard as he could, bursting through the doors, exposing himself to all. As he made his mad dash to the store, he could see all the puzzled, amused and hysterical looks from every student he passed. The worst were the cute girls who covered their mouths and giggled as they looked at their friends. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, he rounded a corner and nearly collided with Kee Yoon, who shrieked in horror at the frantic, half naked buffoon. Choi felt like he could just cry and wet himself.

    He sprinted to the parking lot, where he couldn’t see anyone, allowing his nerves to calm a little. His embarrassment slowly turned to anger. He hadn’t even gotten his new pants yet and already he was plotting his revenge. A revenge like no other. No, he didn’t want to prank Linton back or stoop to that idiot’s level of intelligence. He had to do more than that. He wanted to *ruin* him. Somehow. He had to think of a way. That shouldn’t be too hard; he was the greatest. 

     

     The floor creaked as Jill rolled on her back. Dressed in her sweatshirt and pants, she was toyed with her hair bangs with one hand while pressing her phone to her ear with the other.

    “Omigod yeah, he was totally checking you out,” she said to Rhonda, who was on the other line, “Like he didn’t even, like, know how to be discrete about it.”

    “Ew! That guy?!” said Rhonda, “Chris is like, so gross, like he’s got these dopey little eyes and he smells sooo bad.”

    “Hey, that’s not nice!” Jill replied jokingly, “He’s like, into violent Japanese tentacle rape porn and mutters to himself all the time, and you’re like turned off by him because he smells bad.”

    “Omigod stop it, this is-no, just, no,” a mortified Rhonda replied, making Jill roll around on the floor in a giggling fit.

    “Omigod I am like literally roffling right now,” Jill said.

    “You’re roffling?”

    “Yeah! You know, rolling on the floor…”

    “Oh, OH! Roffling, got it haha! Dude, you’re on the floor? What are you doing on the floor?”

    “Oh, yeah. I mean like usually like when we’re chatting I’m on my bed, right?”

    “Yeah?”

    “So like I’ve been putting on all this weight from working out that, seriously, my bed’s creaks now when I do that, so like I’m worried I’ll break it or something. So now I’m on the floor!”

    “Are you serious? Dude you used to be like a hundred and ten pounds or something. How much do you weigh now?”

    “I don’t know, I haven’t weighed myself recently.”

    “You totally should. Speaking of which,” Rhonda said, her voice becoming less excitable, “You haven’t touched the…uh…?”

    “Okay girl, relax, I haven’t touched it, I mean like it’s not like I need to at this rate.”

    “Yeah, I guess. I mean you’re like fucking huge now, all the guys are like terrified of you.”

    Jill chuckled, “They should be terrified! For I shall break them, aar!” she said, adopting a growling voice.

    “Haha! Okay She-Hulk, well I gotta get started on this fucking take home test.”

    “Pfft, She Hulk…! Okay, girl. Love ya!”

    “Bye!”

    Jill set her phone on her bed and rose to her feet, arching her back and moaning. She and Rhonda often chatted for hours, and it seemed like her best friend was returning to her normal self after seeming usually distracted for several weeks.

    She walked over to her computer and woke it up from its screensaver. Dozens of open internet windows flashed into view; Jill had been doing a lot of research on herself over the past few days. Even with access to the school gym, working out was still a tricky proposition with regards to timing, and so she had to find other ways to bulk up. She looked up God knows how many protein shakes and supplements, various dieting techniques and all other manner of fat-reducing regiments. Bodybuilding and fitness literature were her new reading materials of choice, alongside Seventeen and The Hunger games.

    It was getting late and she realized her eyes didn’t have the energy to stare at a bright computer monitor, so she powered the machine off. She smiled to herself and got up from her chair facing her mirror. She then proceeded to take off her sweatshirt and pull down her sweatpants, doing it slowly, as if she was performing a striptease for herself.

    She grunted in satisfaction as, now clad in only her underwear, she admired her finely chiseled body that had responded astonishingly well to her carefully researched dieting and supplement regiments. She was both bulky and super-ripped, her muscles having grown larger, her shoulders even broader than before, and every part of her bulging through her skin like it had been cut from granite. She must have put on at least another fifteen pounds of muscle and reduced her body fat to single digits just from eating and supplementing strategically. It was inhuman, and Jill’s heart pounded faster at the very thought of what would happen if she regained her gym membership.

    Then she thought about Alex, that fucking bitch. Jill had tried everything to dig up more about her, to no avail. She wasn’t on Facebook, Twitter or Insta****. She had virtually no online presence, which was hard to believe. Maybe Alex wasn’t even her real name. Admiring her magnificent physique, Jill felt that, in some part, this was for Alex. Alex was just so perfect, so flawless. Nothing seemed to faze her; so Jill had to become a goddess, a goddess of Portsdown High to present an adequate challenge. She wanted see pause, a moment of awe from that whore. Anything.   

    A knock on the door and the sound of her bedroom door opening snapped Jill out of her trance.

    “Jill, sweetie-“

    “Aah! Dad!” Jill screamed as she snatched her sweatshirt from the floor and tried to flimsily cover her massive body.     

    “Waah!” Dad shouted as he withdrew, “Jill! Close your blinds for God’s sake, people can see!” He couldn’t decide which was giving him a minor heart attack: the fact that he walked in on his teenage daughter while she was in her underwear, or the fact that she was looking like the Incredible Hulk.

    “Oh shit…” said Jill, realizing that, in the darkness of the night, her bedroom was perfectly visible to anyone on the street outside. Hopefully there were no peeping toms around when she was admiring herself. She quickly shut the blinds and put on her clothes.

    “Can I come in now?” Dad asked.

    “Yeah Dad. God, you know usually people ask if they can come in after knocking, which is like, the whole point?”

      “I’m sorry sweetie, it’s been a long day,” Dad said as he walked in. He realized that in her baggy sweats, which were what she wore most of the time in the past few months, it was almost impossible to tell Jill’s changing physique. In the split second that he saw his daughter fully in the flesh, Dad finally realized where Mom’s hysterical behavior was coming from. His heart was filled with a crushing sensation as everything she had been screaming at him about finally started making sense.

            Thoughts ran in his head at a thousand per second. The kids at the school…bullying wasn’t the same anymore with social media in their lives. His daughter would be shamed and made fun of all over the internet. She would be called a freak, a monstrosity across the entire campus. He would be getting phone calls from everyone from the superintendent to the school psychologist to Aunt Jessie in Montana to every fucking person in his fucking life asking what kind of a shitty parent he was for allowing his daughter to overdose on steroids in ways even the former Governor of California would find excessive. 

            He took a second to collect himself and gestured for Jill to have a seat. He sat across her on her bed and smiled weakly at her. At least, he thought, she still looked beautiful as ever from the neck up (although even her neck was muscular) and still had her sweet, angelic, girlish voice.

            “So uh, how’s school been sweetie?”

            “Fine, just same old stuff you know,” Jill said. Actually, things weren’t that fine. Her obsession with her body had taken its toll on her grades, especially in Chemistry, in which she straight up flunked the last test.

            There was an awkward silence between the two as Dad tried to feign interest in Jill’s decidedly disinterested response. He had initially planned to engage his daughter in a little more small talk, but he couldn’t concentrate on that with the avalanche of concerns overwhelming his brain.

            “Sweetie, I’m just-I wanted to talk because your mother and I are concerned-“

            Jill rolled her eyes and sighed.

            “Come on, don’t be like that. Just listen to me. We’re concerned because what…what’s happening to you isn’t normal-“

            “But Dad-“

            “No just-hang on. It isn’t normal. It really isn’t. I know what you’ve said to your mother, but the fact is that even *men* who are…gifted the way you say you are can’t gain…size…like you have.”

            “Dad, I’m not on steroids. And I feel great! I’ve never felt better in my life!”

            “I know, I believe you. I do. Really. And I’m not giving you some kind of ultimatum or…threatening you or anything like that. I just want you to do something for me, okay?”

            Jill didn’t answer back and instead tried to anticipate his answer.

            “I reached out to a doctor who works at UCLA. He said he’s familiar with girls with your…condition, so I just want him to take a look at you and tell us what’s going on with you.”

            “Girls with my condition?” Jill said quizzically.

            “That’s what he said, I don’t know. It’s going to be a long day full of tests, so I’m told, but I’ll go with you. Your appointment’s next month on the second. Okay sweetie? We just want to know what’s going on with you, that’s all.”

            Jill sighed and stared at the floor. “Fine,” she said simply.

            “Good. Good,” Dad said, leaning forward and rubbing Jill’s shoulder. He was alarmed by how solid it was to the touch, even under her sweatshirt, and could feel the individual striations through the fabric, “Until then you have to promise me one more thing…don’t do any exercising-“

            “But Dad…!” Jill pleaded.

            “Come on sweetie, please understand where I’m coming from. Just wait until your appointment, okay? That’s all I ask. You have to promise me. Mom and I, we provide for you, we buy you all your things, your car, your phone, so I’m just asking you this one thing in return. Don’t do anything to…to get bigger. Can you do that for me?” 

            Still staring at the floor, Jill nodded slightly.

            “Can you look at me and say it?” Dad said as if he were speaking to a small child.

            Very reluctantly, she raised her gaze to meet her father’s weathered eyes. “I promise,” she cooed.

            “Okay. That’s all I ask,” Dad said, standing up, “In the meantime just keep things up with your schoolwork and don’t attract too much attention to yourself.”

            ‘Don’t attract too much attention?’ Jill thought as Dad shut the door behind him. He might as well have asked Mom not to scream all the time. 

 

            The following day at Portsdown High was not easy for Jill. Dressed in a puffy sweater and slacks, she looked down at the take-home test that Mrs. B dropped on the class. It looked like it would put a serious dent in her grades, and Jill couldn’t afford anything below a C if she wanted any hope of getting into the colleges she was applying to. There were a bunch of questions that required paragraph responses, and Mrs. B had a sixth sense for detecting students who collaborated on take home tests.

    She looked around the other kids spilling out of class alongside her, and was somewhat relieved that the disgusted stares had at least subsided, although she could spy a few of the girls whispering to their friends while stealing glances at her.

            “Psst!” somewhere whispered. Jill looked up to see Tara walking towards her. They both exchanged smiles and waves.

            “Hey girl! You going to the cafeteria?” Tara said.

            “Uh huh!” Jill replied.

            “Let’s walk together! The other guys are already there.”

            The two of them proceeded down the corridor, Tara scanned Jill’s sweater.

            “Where’d you get the sweater?” Tara asked.

            “Oh, hah, it’s actually my Dad’s.”

            “Your DAD’S? Jesus why are you wearing your Dad’s stuff?”

            “Omigod, cause like I need to buy new clothes, they’re all getting so tight.”

            Tara playfully jabbed Jill in the abdomen, “That’s right, cause you’re like Miss Muscles now huh? Are you still working out?”

            “Oh, nah, not recently, I’m kinda taking it easy,” Jill said, slightly uncomfortable.

            “Bicep flex, you gotta show me how big your biceps are! You keep wearing sleeves and I haven’t seen how big you’ve gotten in a while!”

            Jill smiled and chuckled at Tara, “Hey chill out, chill out! I’ll show you sometime when there’s not so many people,”

            “Oookay…”

            “How’s Linton by the way?”

            “Oh he’s fine, he’s fine. Seems kinda preoccupied though, to be honest.”

            “Really? What’s going on with him?” Jill asked, although she had a feeling she knew the answer to that.

            “You know, I don’t really know. He’s always with Adrian and the other guys, I mean like I heard they hazed that Asian kid, Kim or something. I dunno. It’s just that he hasn’t done that in a while.”

            “Lint hazed someone? Are you serious?”

            “Yeah! Omigod after all those years I spent getting him to stop doing that! I don’t know what to think…”

            “I wouldn’t worry about it. He can get a little crazy when he’s with his guys, especially when it gets close to a game. Turns into a big, psycho baby.”

            “Yeeah, I guess. My poor cwazy psycho baby Winty…” Tara playfully said. The two of them giggled.   

            At that point Jill saw Choi schlepping down the hallway towards them, and the proverbial lightbulb went off in her head.

            “Ooh, Tara, can you go on without me? I’ll meet you there, but I gotta ask him something first,” Jill said, gesturing towards Choi.

            “Oh, that’s Kim! That’s the guy that Linton pranked!”

            “Kim?! His name’s CHOI you ignorant slut!” Jill said, jokingly slapping Tara on the shoulder.

            “Ouch!” Tara winced as she walked off, “Jesus Jill, you gotta watch your strength these days!”

            “Oop…! Sorry!”

            With Tara now gone, Jill hurried over to Choi, who was looking appropriately moody.

            “Hey, hey! Choi!” Jill said, smiling cheerfully at the sullen boy. Choi looked genuinely surprised that a member of one of PDH’s elite cliques was even speaking to him, “Heeeey, how’s it going?” She said playfully, leaning on the wall and cocking her head to the side, as if she were flirting with him.

            A part of Choi wanted to tell her to fuck off, and yet a large part of him was on its knees at the sight and sound of THE Jill Rhodes looking at and talking to him like that. He had known her somewhat since freshman year; they were buddies during orientation, and they shared a few classes together and exchanged a joke or two, but as everyone started settling into their circles, and Choi became the loner he was now, she barely spoke to him. It didn’t help that she was besties with that cro-magnon Linton either.

     “Yeah?” he said suspiciously.

            “Soooo like, I kinda need a favor from you…if that’s okay.”

            “Uh huh? What would that be?” Choi replied awkwardly.

             “Okay so I’m in Integrated Chem with Burnett, and she dropped this really hard take home test on us, and I know I’m gonna fail it, and like I can’t afford to because I’m trying to get into USC , so like I was wondering if you coooouuuuld…”

            “Do the test for you,” Choi said, thoroughly unimpressed.

            “Yeeeaaaahhh. Could you? Pleease? I’ll owe you big time. I mean *really* big time.”

            She can kiss my ass, thought Choi. You barely even look at me and now all of a sudden you’re begging me to expend my genius on your pitiful take-home test? Go and die! But wait…wait a second. The gears in Choi’s head started turning. He pondered his options as Jill looked pleadingly at him with a face that would melt just about any other man. A big favor from Jill might help him in his plot of revenge. He didn’t know how exactly just yet, but something deep in his brain told him to take her up on the offer. And Integrated Chem? Kid’s stuff! He’d be able to blitz through that test in no time.

            “Hm. Okay, give it.”

            “Awesome!! You are so awesome Choi, thank you soooo much. Seriously, like you just saved my like academic career,” Jill bubbled, handing him the test.

            “Yeah well, now you owe me a big favor, as you said,” replied Choi as he slipped the test into his folder.     

            “Yeah totally. I mean it. Anything! You just have to ask.”

            “Okay I will!”

            “Cool beans! So a lot of it’s written, so you could just type the answers on a piece of paper and I’ll just copy them onto the actual test. And if like if you could get it back to me by next week that would be awesome. I’m like always in the cafeteria during break, so you can find me there.”

            “Alright.”

            “Thank you soooo much!”

            They went their separate ways, both of them satisfied with their transaction. As she walked away, Jill dropped her overexcited tween demeanor and proceeded to the cafeteria, a huge weight having been lifted off her broad shoulders.

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The air at Portsdown High grew colder, as if it were an omen of the growing threat of finals. The semester had only a few days left before every student at school would be hit with an avalanche of exams, and the atmosphere was decidedly more tense than it was when the sun was shining more often.

Clad in the largest sweater she could find at home, Jill Rhodes made her way towards the cafeteria to meet up with the gang and indulge in some grub. Her appetite had grown immensely lately, and all that muscle she was putting on had everything to do with it.

For a brief moment, she felt as though that sit down with her dad several weeks ago was a sign that he really did care about her. But gradually it became apparent to Jill that Dad was back to near-ignoring her like usual, and that he gave a shit more about his business deals in China than his own daughter. Still, Jill was determined to give him the benefit of the doubt, and, perhaps in a moment of clarity, honor her parent's wishes for the time being. However, the day before she returned the school gym key to Linton, who practically demanded it back, and imposed upon herself several weeks of exercise drought that was now wreaking havoc on her soul, she hit the gym one last time for the pump of her life. She spent at least three hours in there, doing curls, bench presses, leg presses, ab crunches and everything in between with thirty and forty pound weights; at least a week's worth of weight training crammed into one afternoon. Coupled with her ramped up and meticulously researched dieting and supplementing plan, her body responded surprisingly well. In the week that followed since her last workout, she could see the muscle growth taking place bit by bit over a longer period of time, as if her three hour blitz was a big bang whose repercussions were still taking place. Each morning she'd check herself out in the mirror to find her whole frame slightly thicker, with striations cutting deeper and veins snaking their way all over her body. To her fascination, it also seemed as if she had grown taller by an inch or so! She was desperately in love with the super serum she injected herself with, and it took a lot of effort for her to not dig it out of the darkest corner in her room where she hid it and inject another dose.

But that was weeks ago, and with her appointment creeping up, Jill was feeling the effects of her self-imposed exercise drought. She now had no access to any gym, and her body going unchallenged for the longest time since she started going to the gym in the first place made her feel doughy and weak. 'Is this what addicts feel like when they can't have their fix?' she thought.

Things weren't so gloomy in other respects, however. Choi did a stellar job on her take-home test, and her act of deception had successfully fooled Mrs. B, who gave Jill a near-unheard of 98. It would have been 100 if Jill hadn't made a typo when copying Choi's answers onto the test sheet, but hell, she'd take a 98 any day. Now, if she scored at least a 70 on the final, she would manage a B+ in Integrated Chem.

A gust of wind sent chills up her chiseled, bulbous quads, which were exposed because of the skirt she wore. Her legs had gotten so big that she literally did not fit into any of her jeans anymore. She had ordered a bunch of extra large ones online, but it would be days before they arrived. She quickened her pace to the cafeteria as she began to notice the disgusted stares of other students passing her.

----

"Um, 'scuse me bro, but this table is for seniors only," Linton said to a freshman who had unwittingly sat himself down at the wrong table. The young boy quickly got up upon realizing who was addressing him, apologized hastily and retreated.

"Jesus, what's with the frosh this semester?" Linton said, shaking his head as he, Tara, Rhonda and Adrian assumed their usual seats.

"It's a new day, buddy. Equality for everyone, right? Frosh and proud?" Adrian replied. Linton scoffed.

"Omigod Adrian, are you like seriously comparing gay rights with freshman sitting anywhere they want?" Tara said, laughing.

"I didn't say it, you did."

"Omigod whatever."

"Aargh can you guys shut the fuck up!" Linton said, "Dude I'm like screwed for this math final. Mr. D is SUCH a fuckin' idiot, I don't know like what the fuck he's saying half the time."

"Aww poor Linty!" Tara said, giggling. Linton almost seemed ready to scream at that comment.

"Maybe you could do what Jill did," Rhonda said, "Like outsource it to someone else."

"What-?"

"No no, you silly bitch," Tara said, "That was a take-home test, it won't work, duh!"

"You're WRONG," Rhonda replied, "Last year Tilkum, that guy who dated Sarah, like seriously, pretended to go to the bathroom, and snuck the test sheet out of the class and instead went to the library where his friend answered all the questions."

"Are you serious?!" Linton said, "That's some Jack Bauer shit right there!"

"Jack Bauer?" Adrian said, "I think you got your JB's confused my man, you're thinking Jason Bourne."

"Uh uh Adrian, don't you mean James Bond?" Tara said, laughing.

"No no, because James Bond's too classy for that. And Jack Bauer would just beat the shit out of the test proctor for a good grade."

Laughter all around.

"Hey, speaking of Jill, have you guys noticed she's been covering herself up way more?" Tara said, in her characteristic gossipy tone. Linton and Rhonda grew slightly uncomfortable.

"Well yeah, she doesn't want anyone to see those muscles of her's." Adrian said matter-of-factly.

"Dude, I haven't seen her body in like forever. I can't even tell anymore." Tara said.

"You haven't seen her-?" Adrian said playfully.

"Omigod that came out wrong. But you know what I mean, she's probably like super ripped by now. Dude that's all she does lately, just working out!"

"She's gotta be on the juice man, there's just no way *any* chick, let alone human being, can put on mass like that." Linton said dismissively.

"She's on something, but it ain't steroids," said a thoughtful Adrian, "You noticed her voice hasn't gotten deeper? And her jawline isn't all angular? And her c-uh...right?"

"Her what?" said a confused Tara. Adrian was about to say something only Linton could personally testify to, but caught himself just in the nick of time. It took everything for Linton to keep it together.

"Yo!" shouted someone from behind, slamming both palms onto Linton's shoulders.

"Jesus!" Linton exclaimed as he spun around. It was Jill, who laughed girlishly as he rubbed his shoulders, "Look who decided to show up, the girl of the fucking hour!"

"The girl of the *fucking* hour?" Jill said with a knowing look. Linton's heart almost exploded. Jesus, Jill, not in front of Tara for fuck's sake!

As Jill sat down at the table, her friends' eyes all trained on her body. Although she was wearing a sweater, her bulky physique was plainly evident underneath the fabric. Sitting next to Linton, Jill's broad shoulders rivaled, if not outright equaled that of the football star's in terms of breadth.

"What's happening?" Jill said, pulling her salad box out of her backpack.

"We were trying to figure out who's the best JB of all." Adrian said.

"JB?"

"Yeah, Jack Bauer, Jason Bourne or James Bond."

"Omigod I love 24. Like Jack Bauer all the way for me." Jill said, munching on her lunch.

"Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt, I have no idea about 24 or Jack Bauer" Tara said, gesturing with her hand, "But Jill girl you gotta show us that bod of yours. You've been wearing nothing but those godawful sweaters and jackets for like forever and I wanna see what you look like!"

Jill gave her a perplexed look amidst a chorus of approval from Adrian and Rhonda. "Geez, show you my 'bod'? You want me to fucking strip naked in front of you here?"

"Pfft no, you slut! Just take off that hideous sweater! We wanna see some guns! Right guys?"

"Gun show, gun show, gun show," Adrian began chanting. Tara and Rhonda joined in, while Linton seemed to teeter between nervousness and eagerness.

Jill was uneasy. On the back of the horrified reactions from both her parents, the last thing she wanted was more negativity. Yet, she looked into the eyes of her friends as they chanted enthusiastically and saw something else. They were her best buds and no matter what, they would stay that way.

Jill giggled and put her fork down, then raised her finger to get everyone to shut up, "You sure about this? You can't unsee things y'know!"

"What, are you telling us you're actually just a mountain of flab under there?" Adrian said jokingly, trying a different tactic, "Huh, is that it? Is it a gun show or excessive adipose show?"

"Excessive adipose..." Linton said, laughing.

Jill scoffed at Adrian and stood up, her friends oohing in anticipation.

"Take-it-off! Take-it-off! Take-"

In one quick motion, Jill pulled off her sweater and instantaneously the chanting stopped. Pulling the collar off her head, Jill sighed and saw all of her friends now staring at her with their mouths open and their eyes ready to pop out. Jill's pink camisole clung to her torso so tightly that very little was left to the imagination. Her whole body was so ripped and bulging with thick muscles that it was beyond anyone's expectation. Jill was beyond muscular.

"Fuck...!" Exclaimed Adrian, who was genuinely shocked, something that very rarely happened. He looked over to Rhonda and Tara, who both covered their mouths and didn't blink. Linton's breathing was so heavy that it was audible. Jill capitalized on their shock and flexed her bicep, causing 17 inches of rock-hard muscle to rise and harden into a solid ball.

The sight of the beautiful and angelic Jill covered in muscles so big and ripped that they would embarrass the entire PDH football team made Rhonda almost ready to pass out. In an instant, she almost didn't recognize her best friend of four years. A million thoughts raced through her head, starting with what the fuck have you done, Rhonda?

"Jill...I...you" Tara stammered, "You're HUGE, Jill!"

"Of course I'm huge," Jill said confidently, flexing her massive arms, "You wanted the gun show, right?"

"No Jill," Adrian said, having regained his composure, "It isn't just that. You're not just huge. This is-look, you're probably bigger than most female bodybuilders out there. You're probably bigger than every dude at school."

"Jill! I mean Christ, I know you've been working out, but this is something else!" Tara continued, her attitude slowly changing, "God this doesn't feel real."

"Ya better get used to it, girly," Jill smiled, taking her seat once more. Linton's eyes were transfixed on her muscular physique as different parts of her body flexed and bulged inadvertently with every movement she made, "Jesus you guys were all like 'Take it off!' and now you're all like ghosts!"

"I'm sorry Jill," Tara said, rubbing her forehead, "I mean like I knew you were working out and stuff but for God's sakes I didn't even know humans, let alone girls, could be ripped like you are! I don't think anyone here expected you to be this big."

"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm like the female Ronnie Coleman, aarrh!" said Jill as she clenched her wrists and flexed her chest, which visibly expanded outward, stretching her camisole to its very limits, "Hahahaha!"

"Omigod, that is so freaky!" Tara said as she watched Jill's pecs striate and bulge as if they had minds of their own, "You've got like more muscle in your tits than my whole body. And who's Ronnie Coleman?"

"Like one of the biggest bodybuilders known to mankind. Jill here's clearly been doing her homework." Adrian replied.

"Jill, flex your guns again please?" Tara said. Jill obeyed eagerly, and Tara reached over and felt her friend's bicep, "Holy shit girl, this is like rock! I can't even wrap both my hands around it!" she said, her delicate hands looking like that of a small child's compared to Jill's gigantic, sinewy arms.

"Roid Freak!' a voice behind Jill suddenly called out, followed by a cacophony of laughter. Everyone at the table craned their necks to see who made the offending comment, but it was impossible to discern anyone from the throng of students lining up for food. Some were stifling their laughter, others intentionally looking away. Jill was visibly taken aback, as were Rhonda and Tara.

"Hey, who the fuck said that? You fucking coward!" Adrian shouted back, before returning to his food. Jill was already putting her sweater back on, her mood having been soured considerably, "You're probably gonna be hearing that a lot soon," he continued.

"Adrian!' Rhonda said.

"What? I'm just being honest!"

"Look Jill, girl, muscles or no muscles you're still with us, mmkay?" Rhonda continued, putting her hand on Jill's, "Right guys?"

Everyone at the table nodded and murmured in approval, but there was no denying that Linton was the most visibly disturbed. "Thanks guys," Jill said as she continued with her lunch.

"Just don't get any bigger, kay? You're already like freakishly huge," Tara said, with Rhonda nodding in approval.

"Sure," Jill replied with a wry smile.

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Black Friday had come and Rodeo Drive was bustling with high-end shoppers eager to avoid the pepper-sprayed stampeding clusterfuck plaguing many other retail outlets deeper in the city. Amidst the throng was Tara and Linton, both dressed to kill. The plan was to spend a couple of hours shopping and then head to Neo-So.

Tara, already with several shopping bags slung over her arm, eagerly perused the massively discounted shoes and bags on display while Linton, with many more shopping bags in both hands, trailed her despondently.

"Hey Linty, what do you think of this?" Tara chirped, showing her boyfriend a pair of very expensive looking high-heels, "They're so cute, don't you think? Look at these straps..."

"Yeah, awesome," Linton deadpanned.

"I kinda wanna go for it, but I feel like I already have like enough shoes from this brand, so I'm not sure. But I just love this pearly white color they have, I think it's a new thing they're doing with this line."

"Mm hm." replied Linton uncharacteristically. Tara picked up on this.

"Baby? What's the matter? Everything alright?"

"Hm? Oh, naw I'm good, I'm good. I'm just like getting kinda tired from all this," Linton said, gesturing towards the bags dangling from his fingers, "Ya know? Hehe..."

"Aww, my poor Linty," Tara cooed, walking over and rubbing his chest gently. Linton looked like his ears had just been stung by needles, "Do we need to call Jill to come down here, give you a hand? Hee hee hee!"

That comment made Linton feel like someone had just drop-kicked him in the gut. A cauldron of anger that had been bubbling within him for a while now suddenly spilled over.

"NO, we don't. Just continue your damn shopping and get this shit over with!"

Tara's expression immediately went from cheerful to shocked. She placed the shoes back on their pedestal and looked at the floor in shame, "Sorry..."

Linton sighed, putting the bags down and scratching his head. He walked over to Tara and pulled her into his embrace, "Look baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? My bad. I'm just a little stressed out because of finals, ya know?"

Tara regained her composure and gently pulled herself away, her characteristic smile appearing once more, "I know, it's okay. Look, I think I've got what I need today, so let's just head back to your place for a bit before we head out to Neo So, k?" She said, looking up at him and rubbing his chest.

"Cool," Linton said, laughing. They both shared a quick kiss before making their way out the store, onto the street.

"So I mean, not to bring up Jill all the time, but what do you think of all those muscles of hers?"

"Well I don't know, you tell me what you think and I'll tell you what I think," Linton said, weaving his large frame around the crowd.

"Mmmm, weeeelll to be honest, they're kinda gross!" Tara said, laughing nervously, "Jill used to have such a hot bod, like really toned from all those days she spent at the gym and all that dieting. But now...I mean like...It's just too much, like you know? I mean like omigod she's got veins and crap on her neck and chest for God's sake, and that just isn't very...I don't know...feminine. I just...I just don't know what's caused her to get so buff all of a sudden! I hope to God it's not steroids, because I've read some nasty things about them. Those women bodybuilders who use them, they like grow hair all over and shit, ugh!"

Linton seemed to be at a loss for words.

"What do you think, baby?"

"She-I mean, its her body, so she can do whatever she wants with it right?"

"Yeah but don't you think it's gross? It's like she has no skin! And her boobs, her boobs-"

"She could be one of those genetic freaks. They're like one in a billion women; they can build muscle like crazy if they want to, so what?"

Tara seemed astounded, "So what?? Look at her! She got like this in only a few months, can you imagine what she'll look like when we've all graduated?"

Linton was on the verge of being totally fed up with this meaningless conversation. He looked at Tara and a part of him seemed disgusted. She was so small, so frail, so pale...the way she strutted in those heels, a gust of wind would probably knock her off balance. And then there was Jill. She was so powerful, so goddess-like with that body of hers, and how easy it was for her to become like that! Linton was envious and terrified all at once. He felt the war inside his head going on; the war that decided if he should be threatened or worshipful of Jill.

"Linty?" interrupted Tara's voice. God he wished she'd stop calling him that.

"Well, don't worry about Jill baby. She'll figure it out, yeah? And I'm sure her parents will do something about it either way."

"I guess."

----
Mr. G paced back and forth, the tiniest of sounds perfectly audible in his silent classroom. Everyone had their heads down, reading a crucial passage from Wuthering Heights, which would be tested on during the final. Another tortuous semester was coming to a close, and Mr. G had chosen the one book he was the most familiar with so that he could fly through the grading of finals with ease. Both him and his wife had sprouted several new gray hairs once they received word that the bank was teetering on the brink of foreclosing on their house. The very thought of it made him weak at the knees.

Then his eyes rested on Jill Rhodes. Even in the simple act of reading a book, she looked so graceful and so calming. The way her bangs dangled from the top of her forehead, the way her eyes blinked like the flapping wings of a butterfly...and yet something was clearly different with her below the neck. From his position, Mr. G couldn't even see the student sitting behind Jill because her large frame was blocking him.

Then, as if on cue, the classroom heater kicked in and Jill, wincing at the wave of hot air washing over her, pulled her sweater off, revealing her shockingly muscular torso. Mr. G stopped in his tracks and felt his mouth hang open as Jill continued with her reading. She then sat back to redo her ponytail, inadvertently flexing her biceps and exposing more of her olympian-grade muscle-bound body to the flabbergasted teacher.

Gradually, more and more students finished reading the passage and raised their heads. The ones sitting behind Jill saw her chiseled, wide back, and the horrified reactions began, all of which Jill seemed oblivious to. But not to Mr. G, he immediately felt his heart sink as he saw his beloved...er, his student on the verge of being shamed by the entire class. He had to get her to put her sweater on, but how? He couldn't just walk up to her and tell her; everyone would notice, and it would only embarrass her more. Mr. G didn't have children, but he imagined that this was what parents felt like when their children were in danger.

The proverbial light bulb lit up above his head, and he deftly wandered over to the classroom's AC control panel and cranked the temperature down to a slightly chilly 65 degrees. Mr. G breathed a sigh of relief as Jill, without breaking her concentration, reached down and grabbed her sweater, squeezing uncomfortably back into it. The damage had already been done, as a few students were already made aware of Jill's insane body and were sure to spread their findings, but Mr. G patted himself on the back knowing that he saved this harmless and beautiful girl's day from being trainwrecked.

Once class was dismissed, Mr. G felt the uncontrollable urge to call Jill over and have a bit of a chat with her. He didn't enjoy doing it; it was wholly unprofessional and he couldn't deny the inappropriate motives behind it, but as Jill got closer and closer to completely packing her things away, Mr. G realized that this would literally be the last chance he'd get before school went into a week of recess so that students could study for finals, and the next chance he'd get to speak to her would be next year!

"Jill," Mr. G said to her as she knelt down to pick up her backpack. She looked up at him, her large blue eyes meeting his, and right then and there he felt like he could die happy, "Do you have a minute?"

"Sure!" Jill said, smiling as she pushed her bangs away from her face with such feminine grace. Picking up her backpack, she walked over to her teacher, and Mr. G was in awe by how wide her chest was. On any other female, it would have been grotesque, bizarre and disproportionate, but somehow on Jill it had all the grace of fine literature.

"So how are things? You ready for the final?" Mr. G said.

"Oh! Yeah, I think I'm in pretty good shape," she said. Indeed you are, thought Mr. G...wha-Snap out of it, man!

"Was there anything in the exam prep sheet you needed me to clarify? Any questions? Anything at all?"

"Hmmm...nothing off the top of my head you know?" Jill said, giggling, "But I can always email you if I think of one, right?"

"Of course! Yeah, absolutely! Look, I know Wuthering Heights isn't the most...exciting material to be tested on, but it's got a lot of stuff that's quite relevant especially in these days, so there's a lot to gain from it beyond just doing it for class."

"Oh no, I like totally get it Mr. G, I love Brontë's works, so you'll get no complaints from me!"

"Good, good..." said Mr. G. She was so perfect, even if she was bullshitting him about Brontë's 'works'; Wuthering Heights was her only novel. There was an awkward silence between the two, with Mr. G not wanting to let go of Jill just yet, and Jill wondering if her English teacher was done with indulging himself.

"So it looks like you're in great shape, I mean, look at you! Heh..." Mr. G said.

"Oh yeah, I've been working out," Jill said, realizing this could be an opportunity to seal the deal on that A+ she needed for the class. She pulled off her sweater once more, revealing her body to Mr. G, up close and personal.

The aging teacher nearly pissed himself at the sight of his student's powerful physique. He felt as if he would lose balance of himself and fall forward into her wide, expansive pectorals, where he would be embraced in her thick, muscular arms. He was getting dizzy; delirious with lust, but a part of him was clinging on for dear life, begging his better half to put an end to this madness.

"That's...that's...wow Jill. I...I had no idea girls your age could get that way."

"Yeah, well, I'm like genetically, you know, genetically gifted."

"Yeah, yeah I bet. Hey, listen, I won't keep you any longer, so best of luck to you on the final," he placed his hand on her shoulder and almost fainted, feeling how rock hard it was, "and uh, keep up the good work...out..."

Jill laughed, giving Mr. G that killer smile of hers. She thanked him and left the classroom, leaving him to sit alone in an empty classroom, pondering what just happened. Half of him was delirious with joy, the other felt like it had failed.

----
In his sterile, darkened room, Choi leaned back in his leather chair, the light from his computer monitor the only thing that kept him from contemplating things in pitch-blackness. Jill's take-home test proved to be a much easier proposition than he believed; he breezed through the thing in twenty minutes, but figuring out how to adequately employ his valuable favor proved to be a tougher and more time consuming task. School was nothing to him at this point; finals were but a trivial matter to him; getting back at that meathead fuck Linton was the real problem. Finally, a challenge he couldn't figure out in under ten minutes, YES!

The solution, he figured, lay somewhere within Jill herself. He had observed the two of them to be quite close, but Jill's transforming physique, which was slowly becoming the talk of Portsdown High, seemed to be affecting that relationship somewhat. Rumors swirled that the two of them had finally jumped each other's bones for the first time since Tara entered the picture, and Choi was keenly aware of the way Linton looked upon Jill with a certain element of fear. So clearly the answer lay within that overgrown muscle freak. How would he use her to his advantage? To even begin contemplating that question, he first had to find out what was making her grow like that. To do so would entail somehow spying on Jill in her most intimate moments, and Choi didn't even want to entertain the notion of doing that himself.

Choi's jaw dropped as he realized something. But of course! How could he not have known already? He laughed to himself and slapped his hands in satisfaction. Things were slowly coming into place. He didn't know where it would lead him, but he had a feeling it would be somewhere...tasty.

End Of Part 3

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Clad in thick jackets, Jill and Mom made their way through the enormous city-like campus of UCLA; the warm Los Angeles climate had finally subsided and given way to winter. In between icy breaths, Jill couldn't stop taking in the sights of the imposing university; a far cry, certainly, from Portsdown High, which looked puny by comparison.

Despite it being winter break, a sizable number of students still milled about the expansive grassy courtyards of the university, which were flanked by monolithic buildings and trees that seemed to gigantic to be real.

Mom wiped the condensation from her glasses and tightened her grip on a thick folder of documents tucked under her arm. She marched across the university with machine-like determination. “Come on sweetie, we're already late. You can look around all you like when they accept you here,” she said.

Jill didn't reply and quickened her pace. Tensions between the two had somewhat cooled, alongside the weather, and although the delaying of her appointment with this “specialist” by an agonizing two weeks, the pressure of final exams was enough to keep her distracted for the time being.

Looking down at her smartphone, Mom inspected the campus directory to make sure they were at the right place. Sure enough, the gaping maw of the university's school of medicine was indeed their destination. They proceeded inside to a rush of warm air and the school's reception area. Mom immediately unzipped her jacket and took it off, and without turning to face her daughter, said sternly: “KEEP your jacket on.”

“Jesus,” Jill muttered, rolling her eyes.

“I heard that,” Mom retorted as she dialed a number on her phone,“Yes, hello? Is that Edward? Yes, this is she, we're...yes, we are...we're at the reception area...alright, thank you. See you.”

“Alright he's coming,” Mom said as she pocketed her phone. Sighing, she looked around the building's post modern architecture before turning to Jill, “You did send in your application, right?”

“Mm hm,” Jill said as she texted Rhonda.

“Look, I know it's been a rough...can you put that away, sweetie, please? I'm talking to you,” Mom said as she leaned in towards her daughter. Jill complied unenthusiastically. “I know it's been...rough these past couple of months, but even if you wanted to become a, I don't know, a bodybuilder or whatever, it's just not normal how you're going about it, and your dad and I want to find out why. You understand that, right sweetie?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Jill said, looking at the floor. Mom nodded slightly in approval.

“Hi there, you must be Mrs Rhodes!” a voice called out from behind them. Both Jill and Mom spun around to see a smiling middle aged bearded man approaching them.

“Oh hey there!” Mom said, her stern demeanor suddenly shifting, “Edward?” she said, shaking his hand.

“That's right! Nice to meet you after all this time! And this must be Jill?” the man said, offering his hand.

“Yeah,” Jill said, struggling to put on her best smile.

“Whoa, quite a handshake eh?” the man said as the two exchanged greetings.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry!”

“It's alright, I'm Edward Graham, but you can call me Edward. Or Graham. Or 'Hey you', whichever's easier to pronounce,” he said as Mom laughed for seemingly the first time in months. Graham gestured for the two to follow him. “Shall we?”

The trio made their way through the glassy hallways of the building, passing the occasional lab coat-clad student and office worker along the way, their feet click-clacking against the marble floor.

“So you're a senior, Jill?”

“Yeah.”

“Groovy, so you're probably applying for college and all that, right?”

“Mm hm,” Mom said, “In fact, she applied here to UCLA!”

“Did you, now?!” Graham said, his eyes lighting up, “It's a good school. Kind of a pain to find free parking if you're not tenured like the rest of us, though”

“Are you not a professor here?” Mom inquired.

“Oh, no, I don't teach. I'm actually here as part of the school of health's exploratory research committee. Basically we're just testing and probing things to determine if a project should get full funding and staffing from the university.”

“Oh I see.”

“How do you like UCLA, Jill?”

“Oh yeah, it's really big,” Jill said, laughing, “It would be kinda cool to go to college here.”

“It would be! It's one of the best universities in the world, although if you're from USC you might disagree,” Graham said.

“See, sweetie? Wasn't I right to make you apply here?” Mom said, uncharacteristically friendly.

“We're over here,” Graham said as he led them into his office. It was a small space, only slightly larger than the Rhodes house's kitchen. Contrary to Jill's expectations, it wasn't filled with test tubes, microscopes and beakers, but instead had loads and loads of books stacked in every available corner. Several human anatomy charts were taped to the walls. Choi sat in then corner of the room, clad in a lab coat.

Wait a minute, what?

“Ah, Choi! I'd like you to say hello to our two guests. This is Mrs. Rhodes, and this is her daughter, Jill!” Graham said.

Jill's eyes widened in surprise, “Omigod, hi!” she said, waving at him with one hand and covering her mouth with the other.

“Hey Jill,” Choi said solemnly as he shook both her and Mom's hands.

“You know each other?” Mom asked Jill and Graham asked Choi simultaneously. They paused, looked at each other, and laughed out loud.

“Yeah, like we-” Jill started

“I also go to Portsdown,” Choi interrupted.

“Huh! Well how about that!” Graham said, turning to Mom, “Choi's doing his winter internship here, assisting me on my research.”

“Ohhh,” Mom said, “Well how nice that your classmate's here!”

“Yeah,” Jill said, her enthusiasm dropping sharply when she realized how awkward things were going to get.

“Hokay, best we get started,” Graham said, pulling two chairs over and gesturing the two women to sit down, “So, Mrs. Rhodes, just to bring us up to speed, your husband contacted me about your daughter's...um, condition, to see if I could take a look and figure out what's going on.”

Mom nodded vigorously.

“So I think before I say anything else, I'd need to, and I don't mean to sound creepy,” Graham said, laughing, “but I'd need to, um, you know-” he continued, gesturing for Jill to take off her jacket so he could see her physique.

“Oh! Right. Jill?” Mom said unhesitatingly.

Jill complied wordlessly. Zipping down her jacket and grunting lightly as she removed it. Beneath that she wore a large turtleneck sweater, which she proceeded to take off. Both Graham and Choi looked on without so much as blinking.

Now clad in her camisole, Jill's puffy turtleneck gave way to a bulky, chiseled body, rippling with muscles as she set her sweater on a nearby counter. Mom closed her eyes and shook her head, touching her forehead as she did so.

“Hm.” Graham said, stroking his chin and nodding slightly, “Jill you're a very big girl!” he said, laughing loudly and turning to Choi, who realized that he should be laughing back and did so to the best of his ability. “And when did you start bulking up like this?”

“Oh um, about last October,” Jill said, inadvertently flexing her biceps as she adjusted her ponytail.

“Last October, wow,” Graham said as he scribbled on his notepad, “And I take it that before you were just a, uh, more normal sized?”

“Very normal,” Mom said as she pulled out several documents from her folder, “These are copies of all of her medical records and information, as well her measurements from last summer when she was doing part time modeling.”

“Groovy! Very prepared, I like that,” Graham said as he gave a cursory glance at the documents. He gestured for Choi to place the papers in a shelf behind him, which he did.

“Alright so, Jill,” Graham said, his demeanor suddenly becoming more frank, “I've studied human physiology and biomedicine for over twenty years, and it's actually impossible for a young, healthy girl of your age to develop large, um, bulky musculature without serious androgenizing side effects like a deeper voice, uh...altered facial features and things like that. None of which you have, thankfully.”

“So...so what are you saying, it's not steroids?” Mom said.

“No, we don't think so. We think it might be something else. But in order to know what exactly we're dealing with here, we're going to need to run some tests with your daughter. X-rays, blood tests, that sort of thing. It's going to take a couple of hours, so it would be best if we could have you wait somewhere while we have at it.”

“Sure,” Mom said as everyone collectively stood up, “I'll just wait at the Starbucks on Westwood and you can call me when you're ready.”

“Groovy! Do you know your way out?”

“I do,” Mom said as she opened the door, “Jill, you do everything Dr. Graham tells you to do, got it?”

“'kay Mom,” Jill said. Mom smiled slightly and patted Jill's muscular shoulder before exiting. It was a surreal moment; the first time in a long time that she'd shown anything besides outright contempt.

“Alright Jill, if you'll just follow me we're going to step into the next room to do some measurements,” Graham said, gesturing towards an open doorway that led to another slightly more spacious room, “Choi, if you could grab those records Mrs. Rhodes, ah...”

“Got it.”

The three were now in a room that resembled a doctor's office, with an examination table and assorted medical paraphernalia.

“So Jill, I apologize in advance, but we'll need you to uhm, get down to your undies so we can make accurate measurements that will help us in some of the tests we're going to be doing. Normally I'd have a female assistant handle this, but since this is part of the exploratory-”

“No it's okay, I understand,” Jill chirped as she unbuttoned her jeans. She didn't know why she felt comfortable undressing in front of these two men, let alone Choi for God's sake, a schoolmate she barely knew, but a large part of her wanted to show off her body to anyone who asked. It felt liberating to not have to cover up all the time.

Now clad in only her bra and panties, Jill's bulging physique was laid bare for Dr. Graham and Choi to see. Graham's professional demeanor was unflinching, but Choi could barely contain his awe. It was a pure stroke of luck that he just happened to land an internship with the very man who was studying Jill. He felt rather stupid that he didn't realize that when Dr. Graham said they would be studying “a teenager afflicted with abnormal levels of muscle hypertrophy,” he was referring to Jill.

“Hand me those records, if you would,” Graham said to Choi, who complied. Graham then flipped through the various papers, inspecting Jill's vital statistics from last summer:


Height: 5'4

Weight: 109 lbs

Chest: 34

Waist: 25

Hips: 35


“Alrighty,” Graham said, setting the papers aside and grabbing a tape measure and handing Choi his notepad, “Just write down the measurements as I call them. Jill, we're going to weigh you, measure your height and various body parts, is that alright?”

“Sure!”

“Alright if you could just step here...”


Height: 5'7

Weight: 171 lbs

Chest: 43

Waist: 25

Hips: 36

Arms: 17

Quads: 26

Calves: 17


“Groovy!” Graham said as Jill put her clothes back on, “I think you might be one of the most muscular women on the planet. Top five, most definitely; very, VERY few women, let alone 18 year old girls, have 17 inch biceps.”

“Thanks,” Jill said, smiling as she slipped her camisole back on.

Graham gestured for Jill to have a seat, “We're just gonna take a blood sample now,” he said, pulling out a syringe and a set of needles from a drawer. Jill tried not to squirm as she laid her arm on the table.

“Clench your fist for me, if you would,” Graham said. Jill did so, and the numerous veins in her beefy arm popped out. The kindly doctor had no trouble finding her brachial artery, “That is one huge vein. Alright now this'll hurt just a bit...”

Jill winced and looked away as she felt the needle prick her skin, “Do you find yourself being bullied a lot at school because of your body?” Graham asked as he gently drew the syringe's plunger back, filling it with the young girl's blood.

“Mmm, not really, I mean like, I cover up a lot to not draw attention and stuff, y'know?” Jill said. Choi wanted to roll his eyes. Of course no one would bully Jill, are you kidding me? She's one of the most popular girls in school; anyone who so much as looked at her sideways would probably have their heads caved in by both Linton and Adrian.

“Sure, sure. Yeah, a lot of women who do bodybuilding get all sorts of names thrown at them, so I understand. What about your friends? What do they think?”

“Well I think they're surprised, but they're still quite supportive,” Jill said. She didn't like the questions.

“That's good! That's how you know they're really your friends.” Graham said as he pulled the syringe out. Detaching and disposing the needle, he placed the syringe in a plastic bag and handed it to Choi, “Bring this over to the lab and tell them to expedite.”

“Yes sir.”

“Thank you, Choi.” Graham said as Choi exited the room. Graham turned back to Jill, “Kid's a real trooper, 'Yes sir!' Haha! Do you know him well at school?”

“Oh, I mean we're just acquaintances. You know. We say hi to each other and stuff.”

“Gotcha. Alrighty, if you'll just follow me, we'll just do an X-ray and a brain scan.”

“Brain scan??” Jill said, her head recoiling back.

“Oh don't worry, its nowhere as macabre as you might think. You just lie down on this machine and it scans your brain without so much as touching your head.”

“Ohh okay, sorry!” Jill said, laughing in relief and putting her hand on her chest.

“It's alright. Come on, then.”

-----

“There we go! That wasn't so bad, right?” Graham said as Jill got out from the MRI machine.

“Yeah! That was actually kinda cool.” Jill said, “Like something out of, I dunno, The Matrix or something.”

“Fortunately we're in total control of all the machines here,” Graham replied, “Alright so your X-ray went well, your brain scan looks good, your blood's being tested as we speak, so now there's just one last thing to do. You might like this one.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We're going to head over to the gym and have you work out for a bit!”

Jill felt like she had just been injected with a shot of adrenaline. Her brain felt like it was going to explode.

“Are you...are you serious?” Jill said, giggling nervously, “Like, I think my mom would totally flip if-”

“Sure, sure. But in order for any of these tests to mean anything, we need to observe how your body responds in real time to physical exertion. It's an absolutely necessary step to determine what's going on with you and how to best, um, move forward.”

Jill was rendered speechless for a moment and stared at the floor.

“You okay, Jill?”

“Umm...well see, Mister Graham...Doctor Graham...I kind of...I like the way I am now. I mean I totally get that you're doing your job and my mom wants to get...make me the way I used to be or whatever, but I, you know...I'm sorry”

“It's okay, it's okay. You're a very brave girl, Jill. A lot of women, especially girls your age, allow societal pressure to affect their appearances and self esteem. But I'm happy that you're happy with your body. It's just that the speed with which you've, uh, changed, has been extraordinary, and we just want to find out if this is something that could be harmful to you down the road. You follow me?”

“Yeah...thanks.”

“Groovy! Alright then,” Graham said, picking up two bags of equipment and handing one of them to Choi. He then grabbed a much smaller bag and handed it to Jill. She opened the bag and pulled out a sports bra and leggings. “Let's head to the gym. We got you a large sports bra, so hopefully that'll fit.”

As they neared the doors to the UCLA Recreation Center, Graham pulled out a keycard and swiped it on a reader on the adjacent wall. With a mechanical click, the double doors opened and Jill went weak at the knees. This place was just absolutely insane—every exercise machine ever conceived was in this place, the weight machines all went up to 300, 400 pounds, and the free weights section had 200 pound dumbbells! She had no idea they even made dumbbells that heavy. The building itself was truly magnificent, with an extraordinarily high ceiling with Bruins banners hanging everywhere and gigantic murals of the university's football team on the walls. This place had everything, and it made Genesis Gym look like a kindergarten by comparison.

Being in the middle of winter break, the gym was sparsely populated, save for a few girls on the treadmills and a guy or two over at the weights. Graham and Choi set down their bags and pulled out a laptop, a clump of wires and a fairly heavy looking box. “Okay Jill, so why don't you go change while we set everything up. The ladies' room is over there.”

“Okay,” Jill said, her heart pounding the kick drum of a death metal drummer.

Moments later, Jill emerged from the changing room clad in her workout attire. It turned out to be a decent fit, with the pink sports bra clinging firmly to her torso and the leggings wrapped tightly enough to show off her muscular quadriceps. Right away she began to attract stares from the few people at the gym, who, unlike her peers at Portsdown, looked upon her with surprise and perhaps a touch of envy.

“Impressive, this place, huh?” Graham said. He and Choi had just finished assembling their apparatus, which consisted of a laptop, which was connected to a shoebox-sized machine, which was connected to a large cable that branched off into about a dozen smaller ones with electrodes at the end of each one, “This is where their football team works out, and they're one of the best in the country so you can imagine...”

“Yeah it's like, 'Omigod 200 pound dumbbells!' You know?” Jill said, laughing.

“Indeed. I doubt those get used much. Anyway, what's going to happen is we attach these electrodes to various parts of your upper body, and you just exercise to your heart's content. The electrodes give stronger readings the harder you exert yourself, so try and lift as heavy as you can.”

“Okay!” Jill said perkily.

“Maybe those 200 pound dumbbells will see some use, eh? Hehe!”

“Omigod!” Jill laughed as Choi stuck the electrodes on her pecs, biceps, back, and abs. Being up close to this girl's insane body, close enough that he could smell her, was just unbelievable,“I don't know if I'm that strong!”

“Well just try your best, alright? Okay, we got all the electrodes on, so it's your show now.”

“Okey doke,” Jill said as she made a beeline for the free weights section, Graham and Choi in tow with their equipment.

Obviously, Jill made her way to the very end of the weight rack and gazed at the 200 pound dumbbells, which had a fine layer of dust over them and showed significantly less amounts of wear than the other weights. She ran her fingers up and down one of them, feeling the impenetrable iron, regarding the thing like it was a long lost lover. With a firm resolve she gripped one of the dumbbells and lifted it off the rack.

“Nngghh! Omigod holy shit!” Jill grunted as her arm vibrated furiously. She quickly reseated the impossible weight and let out a heavy breath.

“Whoa-ho! Spoke too soon!” Graham said, laughing. Choi sat nearby staring at the laptop, making the occasional turn of the dial on the electrode machine.

“I think...phew...I should come back to this later,” Jill cooed as she made her way down the rack and grabbed a pair of 60 pounders. She began to do supersets of curls, presses, lateral raises and rows, “Much better!”

Graham stared with fascination as the blonde girl before him exercised like she had been waiting her entire life for this moment. Many gym goers do one set, fuck around for several minutes, and do the next one. Jill quite literally spent the next 20 minutes alone doing superset after superset, stopping only to switch to a pair of heavier weights. It was the 60 pounders at first, but then it became 65 pounders, 70 pounders, and finally, 85 pounders. Graham and Choi couldn't believe their eyes; the rate at which her muscular strength was building was astronomical.

Jill, such an impossibly beautiful young girl, smiled in satisfaction, with beads of sweat dripping from her bangs onto the floor, as she watched her biceps bulge with such power and extremity that they looked like flesh-colored bowling balls sticking out of her arms. With each labored repetition she watched a thick brachial vein become more bold under her skin, snaking its way further down her arm. By the end of her epic set, which must have contained close to a thousand reps, Jill's arms were almost numb from exhaustion, and were visibly bigger and more cut than before. Without skipping a beat, she toweled herself off, turned to the astonished researchers and pointed to the weight machines against the wall. “Hhh...hh...bench press and shoulder press now."

“Groovy!”

Jill made her way towards the imposing, stainless steel weight machines, with Choi and Graham trailing her with their equipment their arms, making sure to not accidentally cause the electrodes to be yanked from her body.

She then spent the next 20 minutes pumping her entire torso, doing shoulder presses, rows, pullups. hanging leg raises, and bench pressing 300 pound reps like it was nothing. After the 100th rep, Jill could actually feel her sports bra getting slightly tighter. Her pectoral muscles were bulging so hard that when she raised her head to glance at Graham and Choi, her chin rubbed against them. By all standards, Jill had exercised herself well beyond the point of total exhaustion, but it was only her will keeping her going. A will that had only grown exponentially stronger after seemingly an eternity of being locked out of her gym and deprived of a satisfactory pump, instead having to turn to second rate alternatives.

After that, she spent another 20 minutes working her legs, and another 20 on the treadmill. She would have gone longer, but Graham reminded her that Mom was still waiting patiently. Jill, thoroughly energized by the pump of her life, agreed and changed out of her workout attire back to her normal clothes, after a fairly lengthy shower of course. As she stepped out of the changing room to follow Graham and Choi back to the school of medicine, it was fairly evident, even to an untrained eye, that Jill was slightly bigger, and Graham was ready to jump out of his skin from the excitement.

“That was quite a workout, huh?!” Graham said, “Your stamina is just off the wall!”

“Ahaha thanks! Omigod I actually think I could have gone much longer!” Jill replied, “I LOVE this gym.”

Even the normally unimpressed Choi was stunned to silence.

After storing the equipment and having downloaded the data from the laptop onto his computer, Graham and Choi brought Jill back to the same medical room, where they had Jill undress once again to take post-workout measurements.

Height: 5'8.5

Weight: 185 lbs

Chest: 45

Waist: 25

Hips 37

Arms 19

Quads: 28

Calves 18

“Alright, groovy! I also texted your Mom to make her way back here, so she should be arriving any moment now,” Graham said, unusually calm, considering he just watched this young girl actually gain 14 pounds of muscle mass and even height within the span of less than two hours. Choi, meanwhile, just had his world rocked by what appeared to be a scientific impossibility. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head so quickly that he had to lean on the wall. Jill, in the meantime, got herself dressed once again, struggling desperately putting on her turtleneck before her mom returned.

She had only just sat down at Graham's desk when the door opened and Mom walked in. “Just in time!” said Graham as everyone took a seat.

“So, how'd it go?” Mom said, eagerness in her eyes.

“Well, we ran some tests, did an X-ray and brain scan on your daughter, and had her exercise for a bit-”

Mom almost threw up in her mouth, “Wait a minute, you had her what-?”

“It's okay, it was absolutely necessary for our tests to know what we're dealing with. I assure you, Mrs Rhodes, that this was only towards that interest.”

It took everything for Mom to compose herself, “Okay, and-?”

Graham pulled out his notepad, “Well they're rather interesting! After a 90 minute workout, your daughter put on 14 pounds of muscle mass and actually grew an inch and a half in height!”

“She grew TALLER?!” Mom shouted, her glasses nearly falling from her face, “How...you..wha...how's that even POSSIBLE?!” She turned to Jill, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“Mrs Rhodes, Mrs Rhodes, look, I know this is a lot to take in, but its very important we all keep it together and focus on helping Jill, and not screaming at her,” Graham said, raising his hand. Mom took a few seconds to regain her composure once more. She was not pleased that Graham spoke to her like that, but at the same time she knew he was right.

“Well, aside from the fact that your daughter has extraordinary stamina and determination, we took readings of the levels of stimulation in your daughter's muscles while she exercised. The readings we got were just so off the charts that they caused our computer to crash at least three times. Your daughter's body was responding to physical exertion in ways that, to put it very lightly, are unheard of in, well, all of science!”

“So what are you saying?” Mom said, removing her glasses.

“I'm saying that based off these tests, I think I know exactly what's going on with your daughter.”

Jill averted her gaze and stared at the desk, a bad feeling growing inside of her.

“Jill, it's important, it's very important that you answer this honestly, alright? Can you look at me?” Graham said in as friendly a manner as he could. Jill complied and nodded, brushing one of her bangs off to the side. The researcher then pulled out a photograph of something very familiar: the vial of V-Fit formula. “Did you inject yourself with this?”

A silence hung over the room for several agonizing seconds.

“Answer him, Jill,” Mom seethed.

Jill began to blush visibly and nodded.

Mom was now a confusing mess of outrage and confusion, “You. Lying. Little. Bitch!” she said, startling both Graham and Choi, “Lying to me this whole time! So it is steroids....!!!”

“It's not a steroid,” Graham interjected, putting the picture down, “We think your daughter has injected herself with a sort of super serum, if you will.”

“Super serum?!?!”

“Yes, it's..it's difficult to fully describe in non-scientific terms, but its a, quite frankly a remarkable combination of hormones and other elements that induce muscle growth in a manner that's quite distinct from anabolic steroids, which is why Jill lacks any of the masculine features that typically follow steroid use. To put it simply, women generally can't develop large muscles because they lack the testosterone that is normally required for that. This formula induces muscle growth differently without male hormones, testosterone, or anything of that nature., partially by inducing myostatin deficiency.”

“Myo-?”

“Myostatin. It's a protein that keeps our muscles in check by inhibiting growth. By inducing a deficiency in this protein, Jill is able to put on size in ways that most humans, let alone women, cannot.”

“Oh Jesus...”

“That's just one of the ways that we know it works. Another way it works is by enhancing, or altering, depending on your perspective, one's genetic and hormonal makeup to accommodate such rapid muscle growth. So, as I explained earlier, Jill actually got taller from that workout, right Jill?”

“Yeah,” Jill said, worried that Mom would explode at her at the slightest provocation. Graham pulled out an X ray scan of Jill, showing her abnormally large skeleton.

“Right, so that's your skeletal structure rapidly growing alongside your muscles to keep up. Normally one's ability to build muscle, steroids or not, is inhibited by skeletal structure and genetics, but what this formula's done is to remove those two equations entirely. Jill's increased muscular hypertrophy allows her to build muscle very rapidly, and her skeletal structure and genes are able to adapt and alter themselves in order to keep up! It's really quite remarkable.”

“Quite remarkable!” Mom said, slamming her fist on Graham's desk. She then winced and rubbed her hand in pain. “How do we get it out of her? How do we cure her?”

“Well, ah, it isn't really a matter of getting it out of her. The um, changes have already been made to your daughter's physiology...”

“My God...” Mom said, slumping back in her chair in defeat.

“As I was saying, a third level, and this is the real kicker, works in a manner more similar to how opioids work, by stimulating an addiction to exercise. An addiction to getting bigger. If Jill did minimal to no exercise, then she would probably be fine and her muscles wouldn't operate much differently from a normal human being's. They need stimulation to grow, and this formula induces an insatiable, almost ravenous desire to fulfill that need.”

He then pulled out an image from Jill's brain scan, “This is an MRI of Jill's brain. The patterns in this image are very similar to that of someone who is, say, high on cocaine or methamphetamine. They're not quite the same, but they're similar. This, combined with the other two factors with the myostatin and genetic modification, form a...a trifecta, or a holy trinity that makes it incredibly easy for your daughter to develop such large muscles.”

Mom had grown much quieter now. “So what are you saying? That my daughter is doomed to continue becoming...like this? Unless I lock her up, cage her like an animal?”

“Well, no, not quite,” Graham said, “You see, we know quite a bit about this formula because we've been studying its first test subject. A girl from China who had it forced upon her by her government. She experienced identical symptoms to your daughter, but after we brought her over here to the States we've spent the last couple years working with her on her condition.”

“And...?”

“Well, with a highly specialized therapy and medicinal program, we've made some headway in reducing her size quite significantly.”

“Okay, medicinal, so there is a cure, right?!”

“These are very experimental drugs we've been developing over the last year, specifically designing them around this Chinese girl's genetic makeup in order to reduce the size of her muscles as much as possible. We've had some success, but unfortunately I can't guarantee they would have the same effect on Jill. They could even be dangerous for her; we have no way of knowing, and our funding is extremely limited as it is.”

“There's got to be something we can do! You can't sit there and expect me to just let my daughter be like this!”

“I understand Mrs Rhodes, believe me, I do. I have children of my own,” Graham replied calmly, “Here's what I think would be the best course of action. We can try and develop a similar set of the experimental treatments for Jill, but in order to do that, we would need more funding. A lot more. So I'm going to bring this case before the university and try and persuade them, but in order to build a better case, I need a favor from you.”

“Anything. Name it.”

“I need the formula that Jill injected herself with. We already have one sample of it from the photograph I showed you, but having more of them builds stronger evidence that this...uh...pharmaceutical company, V-Fit, is trying to mass produce these things. Recklessly, if I might add.”

“S-so they created this thing? V-Fit?” a confused Mom asked.

“Not quite. The base formula is derived from samples taken by the Chinese government from a genetically gifted girl going by the name of Dawn Connor. They then reverse engineered these samples into a sort of primitive version of the formula, which was then in turn acquired by V-Fit through unknown means and reverse engineered again into a much, much more potent version that your daughter injected herself with. “

“I...What...”

“I know it's a lot to take in Mrs Rhodes, so it's best we don't go too much further into it today. We can schedule more sessions with you and your daughter in the coming weeks, but for now I just need the formula.”

Mom took a moment to collect herself. “Okay. Okay. You hear that Jill?”

“Yeah Mom...”

“I have one more question, Dr. Graham.”

“Certainly!”

“You said that my daughter's...what do you call it...genetic makeup can adapt to her growth. So what does that mean in the long run? Is there a limit to this nightmare? Will she keep growing?”

“You mean assuming she continues to exercise?”

“Yes.”

“We don't know. That's why this can be potentially dangerous for her. The human body can only take so much. It would be best if for the time being that Jill avoid all forms of exercise. It's going to be hard on her for the reasons I just stated, but we have to try.”

“Yes. Yes! We have to try! You hear that Jill? You, we've got to try! You understand me? We've got...to...” Mom sputtered as she see-sawed on the brink of tears. Instinctively, Graham rose from his seat and comforted Mom.

“It's okay Mrs Rhodes, you're a strong woman and we're going to see this through, I promise. Come on, I'll walk you out,” he said, picking up Mom's handbag, putting his hand on her shoulder and gently ushering her out of his office, “Come on Jill, I think you've both had enough for today. Choi, if you could just file all those documents for me?”

“I'm sorry Dr. Graham. I just want to thank you for your help...we really, really need it...” Mom trailed off as the two walked further down the corridor.

Jill let out a sigh and picked up her things as Graham and Mom walked ahead of her. Just as she was about to exit Graham's office,

“Hey.” Choi called Jill from behind. The muscle-bound teen spun around to face her comparatively puny schoolmate. “Get me that formula and I'll give you a keycard to that gym we were just at.”

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...hope there are some more chapters coming in the near future...

Great chapter again. Hope she gets 20 inch arms soon

~Mod "E":  'Rhinehartd' may be on hiatus...No activity at 'R's' gallery since 2015... 

I did find a fan-made expansion of the the story:   

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