#INTERACTIVE: The Reunion [emjats]

[emjats]

This is another that I started writing on an interactive over at writing.com. 
http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1912457-Female-Muscle-growth-of-all-kinds
Once again, I didn't start this interactive, just this particular story thread.

Enjoy!
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The Reunion
by emjats

Stephanie couldn't be prouder. She had worked hard for her body and couldn't take her eyes off of herself. Turning sideways she took a good look at her luscious behind and powerful legs that were on display in her dangerously short dress and impressive heels. In her excitement to show off her sculpted new form, she had shown up to her 10 year reunion too early. She didn't have any problem, though, killing time by looking in the mirror and taking selfies. As she posed and flexed in her old high school's bathroom, she had time to remember how she got to this night.

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Stephanie Murray and Eric Wallace had been dating since sophomore year. They both had spent their freshman year being awkward loners and it had seemed inevitable that they would pair up. Both of them were quiet average-looking students. Neither attractive or ugly. Not geniuses or idiots. Not popular or pariahs. They flew perfectly under the radar and they did it together. Senior year had been different, though. Eric had taken up weightlifting over the summer and Stephanie enjoyed every minute of it. He never got very muscular, but she loved watching him lift, though she never joined herself.

The longer he stuck to his routine, the more obsessed they both became. For Stephanie, she had maintained her virginity this long into the relationship, but she didn't know how much longer she could last. On Eric's part, the added confidence, more than his slight muscle gains, had lifted him from obscurity in the social circles at school.

Just when Stephanie didn't think she could take it anymore, the bomb was dropped on her. Eric stopped walking abruptly on the way home from school. They had been heading back to his house so she could ogle him while he lifted. It was chest day, her favorite. She turned to see what was wrong and he wouldn't look her in the eye.

"Steph, this is going to be hard, so I'm just going to throw it out there." He said staring at the pavement. "I'm going to the dance with Alli Thorne."

She didn't know how to react. Queen bitch Allison Thorne had spent the last 4 years ruling the school. From the moment she stepped on campus her first day she got anything, and any guy, she wanted. Her beauty and social standing had every girl wanting to be her, while her toned cheerleader's body had every guy wanting to be on her. Stephanie had thought Eric was different, though.

"I'm sorry." He stated quietly as he walked past the catatonic Stephanie.

That was their last day as a couple.

The next nine years were not good to Stephanie. The break up had put her into something of a depression. As most people do, she ate her feelings and by the time she turned 27 she weighed just over 200 lbs. She had watched her weight gain aware the entire time. She wanted to do something to lose it, but she couldn't bring herself to exercise. Every gym she passed, every sport on tv, reminded her of what she loved about Eric. Unfortunately, what she had loved is what took him from her.

About a week after her birthday, she checked her mail on her way in from work. "Only two pieces today, hmm?" she said as she looked it over. The first was a flyer for a free trial membership at the new bodybuilding gym up the street. "Heh, didn't do much market research, did they?" She muttered to herself.

The second piece would change her life. It was an unmarked white envelope with just her high school logo on it. She opened it to find an invitation to a reunion. She started to laugh at the idea of going until she saw the RSVP's return address. It was to be sent to a name that was both unfamiliar and terrifying: Allison Wallace.

Tears started to well up in her eyes until she dropped the envelope, holding just the flyer. Then an idea popped into her head that changed her outlook immediately. That which took her love would also bring about her retribution. Weightlifting.

The next year was a blur of sweat and iron. Stephanie cursed herself for never joining in with Eric during his sessions in high school. Her body reacted to training better than his ever had. It certainly helped that she had professional trainers and nutritionists at her disposal. Within six months she was in better shape than she had ever been. She had shed 9 years of depression fat and weighed the same 120 as she did in senior year, only now she looked like a model instead of a wallflower.

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The next six months had brought her body to where it was now. 150 lbs of muscle and almost no body fat. She wasn't bodybuilder large, but her muscles were definitely more impressive than Eric's had been all those years ago. Her biceps were bigger with sharper peaks. Her abs, back, and chest were more ripped. To compare her legs to his would be to compare an oak to a shrub.

She took one last picture for her © Saradas of her beaming face over a rear bicep flex. She couldn't stop smiling. She was happier than she had ever been. She had to leave the mirror, though, for the party was about to start and it was her time to shine.

[emjats]

Stephanie sauntered into the high school gym like she owned the place. She exaggerated the sway of her hips. She hardened the flex of her quads on every step. She pulled back her striated shoulders to show off her pec-enhanced breasts. Most importantly, though, she did nothing to stifle her smile. Her glow turned every head in the room and it couldn't have excited her more.

She wandered slowly around the room looking at the placards on the tables lining the perimeter. Finding one that said Eric and Allison Wallace, she took a seat not caring that it wasn't for her. She didn't have to wait long.

"Steph?" Came a voice from behind her. "Is that really you? You look amazing!"

It was him, she had no doubt. Now was her time. She rose from her chair putting her hands on her waist, flaring her muscular and bare lats, and cocking a hip. More sure of herself than she had ever been, she flipped her hair and looked over her shoulder at her high school sweetheart. Then, just like all those years ago, it came crashing down around her.

Eric had obviously been keeping up with his workout regimen and had definitely improved it. His polo shirt was basically plastered to his massive torso, casting a literal shadow over Stephanie. His sleeves were pushed up to his shoulder showing off arms that were easily larger than hers and just as defined.

"You been hitting the weights, too I see. You always were fascinated watching me, it's good to see you better yourself."

She was completely deflated now. However, as she let him hug her a thought crossed her mind. So she couldn't show him up, but maybe she could win him back. There's no way another woman would upstage her tonight. "So, where's your wife? It's been forever since I've seen her. Isn't this her shindig?" Stephanie fake played nicely.

"Actually here she comes now."

Stephanie was strong. Eric was buff. But what Stephanie saw approaching them from across the gym could only be described as heroic.

"Doesn't she look great?" Eric asked, the answer being obvious. "After high school Alli became a personal trainer and, well, you can see how well she takes to weights."

She could indeed. Allison was most certainly the most muscular person in the room. Bigger than even the old football stars. Hell, she was more jacked than anyone that Steph had ever seen anywhere outside of very large male bodybuilders. Her mass was made more impressive by her still jaw-droppingly beautiful face and the most revealing little red dress that had even been tailored.

Stephanie though that she had bought the smallest dress in town, but she must have missed this one. Allison's hem only went low enough to be legal, letting Stephanie see thighs wider around than her own waist. Her rippling quads hung inches over her knee joint and would look terribly out of proportion if they hadn't been balanced by calves bigger than footballs, their definition emphasized by a sexy pair of 6-inch heels that she seemed to be walking in as easily as sneakers.

Her upper body was no less impressive, appearing wider than even Eric's. Her bowling ball shoulders framed a chest that had enough muscle to have deep cleavage even if she didn't have breasts. But she did have breasts. They seemed to be no smaller than the enormous pair that she had in high school, despite the shredded appearance of the rest of her body, and they were even more perky thanks to her strength. Allison stopped for a moment to fix an errant strand of her platinum hair, flexing a gargantuan bicep in the process that would shame any man in the bodybuilding gym that Stephanie frequented.

She truly was in the presence of greatness and she didn't know whether to feel dejected or just stand there and drool. Stephanie was stunning in her own right, but in this room she was like a candle under the summer sun. She had prepared to do nothing but show off, ready to flaunt, pose, and flex her way to a successful evening. She had never considered it could go any other way and suddenly she felt like that awkward 18-year old girl standing quietly on the sidewalk again.

[El_Roy_1999]

I like it. Please go on!

[Jeremy Lightning]

I thought Stephanie was going to be the star of this story, until Allison showed up, wow! k+!