How Many Reps Do You Want? Part 1
After finishing another set of countless weighted pull-ups Ronja dismounted a large iron chain with four big round kettle-bells attached to it. Breathing heavily, she walked to one of the cable machines in her massive custom gym on the rooftop of her private villa. Numerous drops of sweat running all over the huge and super shredded physique of the young muscle girl, glistering under the hot southern sun. Incredibly thick veins pulsing across her rippling body with frightening intensity. Each individual muscle group bursting and trembling with lust for more workout madness as she stopped at the cable machine, which was equipped with dozens of stacked iron plates on each side, way bigger than on some usual ones. She smiled, enjoying the aspect that standardized weights were no longer satisfying her training needs, and she had to purchase almost all the equipment to be made specially for her, in order to fulfill her ever-growing desire for bigger and harder muscle mass.
At this point Ronja was right in the middle of her every day hours-long workout marathon. Her ripped body has reached such a hardcore condition that all the extremely developed muscle fibers were in a permanent state of pump, constantly screaming to grow bigger even when at rest. Standing there totally relaxed, with her massive muscles beautifully illuminated by hot rays of the sun, Ronja looked like a female Adonis overlooking the hills and the sea, with all the she-beef bursting out of her own skin, showcasing mind-blowing definition and a multitude of pulsing, grotesquely engorged veins. And she was only about to let them burn more, and lift heavier weights during the upcoming excruciating workout series.
Her black lycra workout top, already stretch to its limit, screamed in a painful attempt to hold all the insanely ripped muscle mass of Ronja’s man-shaming pectorals as she reached out her massive arm and lowered the pin on each side of the cable machine, placing it right at the mark of 100 kilograms on both massive stack of plates. Apart from the super tight-fitting top she had only a white thong on; their back strip quickly engulfed by her pumpkin-sized glutes. From the front the thin material was stretched tight over the 5th pair of her extremely developed abdominal wall. A wild network of plump, surging veins standing out on her shredded, gawd-knows-how-hard-to-develop 10-pack, feeding all the hardcore muscle blocks with pure female power.
I watched Ronja positioning herself amid the two huge stack of weights, getting ready for the cable crossover exercise. The amazing young muscle beast grabbed the handles and looked me right in the eye, asking in voice like silk “How many… reps… do you… want…?” Her huge chest was literally yelling with thick shredded mass, inpatient to get a proper pump. Before answering, I hold a tiny pause, marveling at her two truly impressive pectoral platforms, which were already the size of kitchen toasters. “Thirty repetitions, nice and fast”. I tried to make my voice sound as cool as possible, yet the heat radiating from her impossibly ripped body and the burning mid-summer sun have almost transformed my words into ashes.
Ronja licked her upper lip and whispered “Yessss... watch my chest… burn!”. Next moment the weights on both sides of the cable machine began to rise and fall in a perfect rhythm, forced by the colossal pectoral strength. Five… ten… twenty.... Ronja’s big arms pulled on the handles, bringing her arms together and her explosive chest heaved up and down, intact with the iron plates. Yet it was not her constantly flexing chest that mesmerized me the most, but the expression on her beautiful face. A look of determination and lustful fire; Ronja's desire for bigger, freakier, more sickeningly shredded muscle mass, especially in her favorite pec-department was something out of this world. During her cruel workout sessions, I’ve noticed for many times that there was something more than just a physical level that made her lift such insane amounts of weights and flex her muscles to the limit, and then even over it. Ronja's will power was so strong, that it provided her with extra resources to perform unthinkable feats of strength. Twenty-five… “Thirty…”, she exhaled and let go of the handles. Her top seemed to be at its max, losing the battle to the absolutely hardcore female pectorals. Her chest had zero amount of breast tissue, only steel-like she-beef. After she lifted 200 kilograms for 30 times the cleavage deepened to incredible 4 inches, creating a chiseled muscle canyon! Then she turned her head to me. Her angelic face of a stunningly gorgeous, youthful brunette was surrounded by abnormal amount of undiluted female muscle beef that made her look like a living embodiment of girly muscle morph artwork from the internet. Her chest and biceps forcibly smashed together with so much hyper-developed, shredded, vein-choked muscle mass that I couldn’t believe how could she reach such a development being only nineteen!
The only answer could be: Ronja managed to build this extremely packed body thanks to her excruciating everyday workout sessions, which usually lasted for more than eight or ten hours, and her cosmic will power. I was lucky to be invited to some of her hardcore workouts, as Ronja once said „I like when you push me harder, it motivates me a lot and I simply love to show you what this hardcore muscles can perform“.
Back to her rooftop-gym, her words came as confirmation for this wild muscle lust „Uhh… good… but I need… mmmoooreee…“. With that Ronja moved the pin under both stacks of weights to 150 kg, pulled hard on the cables and lifted the enormous load again, this time stopping at the apex of the first rep with newly increased amount of iron. Her demanding look landed on me again. „Emmm… now forty reps!“, I could only exclaim nervously, failing to hide my growing excitement. The Corners of Ronja’s mouth jumped a bit in a grin of anticipation. „Nhaaa…“, she moaned silently, her eyes rolling back, and I saw her beefy muscles energizing as the stacks began their journey down, only to be lifted again for the next series of painful repetitions.
Ronja’s fists were clenched hard on the steel handles, myriads of bulging veins throbbing and squirming under the too-tight skin of her forearms as she continued pumping rep after solid rep with the increased weight. I noticed that the custom-made handles of the cable machine were substantially longer than normal would be, allowing for a much wider grip - this was a necessity due to the abnormal width of Ronja’s young muscle-loaded torso. Pulling on the 150 kilograms on both sides of the machine now, her incredibly dense pecs started to expand forward and up and when Ronja passed the rep number five her tight lycra top could not resist the young muscle goddess’ unstoppable passion for more ripped flesh any more, and exploded audibly. “Ughhh… yesss… more… harderrr… muscles… nghaa…”, she breathed out almost not noticing that. Shreds of black material landed into the puddle of her hot sweat on the floor, yet some tiny pieces got stuck between the two impossibly ripped pectoral pistons, as well as in the deep muscle-craves of her cobra-like back.
“Ghaa… uuufff…”, the pace at which she was spreading her huge arms apart and bringing them together hasn’t changed much comparing to the previous set, despite the massively increased amount of metal she was hitting now. Yet her contorted face expression began to tell a story of pain and discomfort. Not to mention the physical strength of her hardcorebuilt body, I admired again at Ronja’s mental will-power, which seemed could not be resisted. Alongside with her chest-flesh, her biceps surged like colossal mountains of muscle, colliding on both sides with layers and layers of first class pec-she-beef. I swear I could hear her paper-thin skin audibly stretching loudly, as more screaming in pain muscle groups smashed against each other, vibrating and trembling with ever-increasing amplitude. Her skin truly struggled to accommodate all the flexing beef, her already mega swollen veins popping even more all over her mid-section. Even the last pair of Ronja’s chiseled 10-pack flexed harder and pushed her tiny thongs outward some more. Ten… twelve… fourteen reps. Rest pieces of the lycra top fell down, pushed by her man-shaming chest. “Aghhh… look at… them...” The groans of hard-working muscle fibers were accompanied by moans from Ronja herself as she lowered her head at the apex of the fifteenth rep in order to look down at her massively pumping chest, and it didn’t take long till her chin came in contact with the upper-side of her mammoth pectorals!
“Mmmhaaa... come on, girl... more muscle…”, Ronja pulled harder on the handles and her meaty, bulging pecs smashed into her massive biceps fighting for more space. I watched in awe her pectorals projecting so far outward that when she passed the rep number 20, even her big forearms began to scratch over their sided surface! The etched cavern separating her hulking twin slabs of chest beef made me question the reality as I stared at this super huge young muscle goddess, trembling of terrible effort of this insane cable crossover exercise and at the same time shivering with pleasure in universal muscle desire. It was no secret for me that nothing turned Ronja on more than going through the most cruel workouts, so obsessed was she with her own hyper-muscular body. Especially how far beyond all limits could she had pushed herself. Twenty-five… thirty… thirty-five… Impossibly, she went on pulling the combined weight of 300 kilograms with her radiating with power muscle body. Until now, she hasn’t changed her lifting pace, however I could clearly see Ronja was struggling hard with every second.
Asking for forty reps… What was I thinking… Even she has to have limits. The 38’s rep was different, Ronja started to pant really hard and deep. She slowly spread her huge arms, lowering the weights down, keeping the colossal muscles in her arms taut as she supported the weights on their descent. “Ghaaa…! So much… weight… uuuhhh…!”, at the moment I thought she would stop this excruciating set Ronja began another painful lift, chewing her bottom lip sensually as her monstrous pectorals flexed more and more, sending her thick, 2-inch long nipples to point vertically to the floor! All the swollen veins visibly wriggling and squirming under her skin as they carried more blood to her almost cartoonishly huge chest.
“That's enough, please stop, you might hurt yourself!”, I exclaimed to her beginning to worry. Ronja only grinned right into her own reflection in the mirrored wall in front of us and started the penultimate rep. Her awesome biceps were already substantially larger than her own head, not willing to lose the battle to her grotesquely-sized pecs. Completing it she immediately started the final, fortieth repetition. Yet it was a special one.
I noticed the wetness building between her muscle-stuffed legs as she pulled the colossal weight halfway up and paused, holding them there. Looking down at her screaming chest Ronja whispered „Please… add… more… weight… nghaaa…“. My eyes widened. Gosh, how could she ask for more after all these lifts! However, knowing from my previous experiences with her hardcore sessions, I rushed to the stack of plates, grabbed two 25-kg ones and placed them on top of each side, increasing the weight she was struggling with to 350 kilograms in total! „GRRRHAAA…!“, a wild guttural roar escaped into the clear summer sky. Honestly, I expected the weights to drop down, but somehow, Ronja managed to keep them in that agonizing half-pulled position! Tears began to run down her cheeks, yet she kept holding! After about a minute the beautiful muscle girl lifted her head up a bit, looked at me from the mirror and said „Eeehh… add… more… ghaaa…“. Her painfully trembling chest grew more outward and higher, closer to her angelic face, I saw her nipples got thicker and longer! What left me shocked was a couple of streams of her pussy juices. Mixed with her hot sweat they were constantly running down in the musclecraves of her super-jacked legs!
Quickly smashing two more plates I stepped back. This time the walls of iron started to slowly drop down, causing her Adonis arms to painfully spread apart. Ronja’s huge body trembled in agonizing effort and, to my disbelief, she managed to stop the descent of the 200-kg stacks on each side and, with a loud groan Ronja brought her arms back into the impossible half-pulled position! Incredibly, her bulging pectorals grew larger, and larger! In awe, I could see the skin on them tightening with each second as she held the insane amount iron in the air. Striations chiseling deeper, her muscles pumping bigger and fuller all over her physique, erupting with power.
The Next moment happened something I would never forget. With all her ripped body shaking wild, Ronja looked me right in the eye and murmured between sobs of pain and pleasure „Uuughh… this… is… for… you…“, her monstrous pecs bulged ever-higher, cradling her cute chin, she stuck then her long tongue out and began to leak their upper surface, reaching extremely far and tracing with it some fat pumping veins on her colossal chest! Then her head rose up and with a deep guttural scream „Mmmmoooorrreeee… Mmmmuuuuscleeee…!!!“ Ronja pulled hard on the handles and brought her arms together, finishing the mind-blowing fortieth rep!!!
Right after that she let go of the handles and fell on her hands and knees. The terrible weights crashed down loud, bringing me back to reality with that sound. To my astonishment, Ronja turned to both stacks of weights and moved the pins on each them to the lowest plate, which indicated 250 kg! Her packed with hardcore muscles trembling legs brought her up and, without giving herself even a slightest break, she reinforced her hold on the handles and whispered to me “How many… reps… do you… want…?”
To be continued…
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