Fast Times At Flexington High - Part 2 - Motivation

[grbaclig]

The following is a work of satire. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. All characters are 18 years of age or older unless explicitly stated otherwise.


Chapter 1

       My name is Kevin Temple, and I was getting ready to start my senior year at Flexington High School in Oak Grove, California. As I walked up the steps to its front doors, I promised myself that this year would be different. This would be the year that I finally got a girlfriend.
       I had spent grade school and middle school as a hopeless nerd, although I was too clueless to know it. But the second I stepped into FHS in freshman year and laid my eyes on the bevy of drop-dead gorgeous girls that filled its halls, I realized that I was out of my league. I had to change. It was going to be a lot of work, but the beautiful girls of Flexington High gave me constant motivation.
       A little effort spent on a good haircut and fashionable clothes made me look less nerdy, and after three years of lifting weights I had a halfway decent physique and even managed to win a spot on the wrestling team. Unfortunately, despite the effort I spent to make myself more attractive, the gorgeous girls of FHS didn't seem to notice. Someone who did notice was Tammy Terwilliger.

       Tammy had been my next door neighbor since grade three, and we spent a lot of time together. We always sat next to each other because our last names were next to each other in the alphabet, we always walked home from school together because we were neighbors, and we became friends because we were both nerds who preferred video games and anime to sports and dancing. 
       And to say that Tammy was a nerd was an understatement. Despite having a father built like the Incredible Hulk and a mother built like Jessica Rabbit, Tammy looked like a textbook nerd with frizzy black hair, a pimply face, thick glasses and bony build. And just like a textbook nerd, she never learned to wear makeup like the other girls did, and her wardrobe was downright frumpy consisting almost entirely of baggy pants and pullovers―even in the California summers when all the other girls were wearing short shorts and tank tops. And to make matters worse, she had a socially awkward demeanor a genius-level IQ that made talking to her feel like reading a research paper, which was only exacerbated by her shrill nasally voice. But in grade eight, something changed.

       Grade eight was when the girls in school began to blossom into womanhood, and Tammy Terwilliger was no exception. Her skin cleared up, and it was obvious that beneath her frumpy clothes she was inheriting her mother's figure, but her continued disregard for makeup and fashion prevented her from glowing up like the other girls did. And to make matters worse she somehow grew even more socially inept as the years passed by, and her status as the dorkiest girl in town remained unchanged. What did change was her interest in me.
       Seemingly overnight, she began to see me less as a friend and more as a potential mate. It started off slowly, with her smiling whenever we made eye contact and blushing whenever I made her laugh. She asked me out a dozen times that year, but I always turned her down, telling her that I wasn't ready for a girlfriend. But that wasn't true at all. I desperately wanted a girlfriend, just not Tammy Terwilliger. Not only did I find her unattractive, she was so infamously dorky that dating her would have made me a laughingstock. Besides, grade eight was when I discovered girls with muscles.

       I was scrolling through Insta one night when I saw a video of a crossfit girl doing pullups, and I was enraptured. As I watched her lats, shoulders and arms pump with muscle I felt an intense sexual desire that I had never felt for any of the girls at school, or even when watching porn sites. The next night I discovered female bodybuilders, and my life changed forever. Soon my phone and cloud storage were filled with pictures and videos of fitness models and female bodybuilders.
       Over the years my attraction to muscular women turned into an obsession. There was nothing that I found more desirable than girls with muscles. I liked pretty faces, big boobs and round butts just like a normal teenaged boy, but I really liked girls with muscles. And because Flexington High School had the best girls' athletic program in the country, it was overflowing with fit girls with sculpted legs, prominent biceps and tight stomachs that they loved to show off with crop-top blouses. And as I prepared to walk to school  for the first day of senior year, I promised myself that this would finally be the year that I made one of them mine.


Chapter 2

       As I stepped outside, Tammy Terwilliger was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. “Good morning Kevin,” she called out in her shrill, nerdy voice. “You're 93 seconds ahead of schedule this morning. You must be eager for classes to commence.”
       “Uh, I guess,” I said, although I was actually more nervous about her than eager for school.
       Every year on the first day of school, Tammy asked me out, and every year it got more awkward for me to turn her down. And this year she wasn't wasting any time. “Kevin, I feel strongly that we should enter into a romantic relationship,” she said immediately. “We're both nubile and single, and have many commonalities that should allow us to achieve emotional intimacy quite efficiently.”
       “Uh, I don't know Tammy,” I said, looking down at the ground. “I just don't think I'm ready.”
       “Kevin, I feel that you're being quite irrational,” she said. “It's important for both of our emotional and social development that we become acquainted with the details of romantic relationships before leaving for college. To say nothing of the substantial biological urges at play...”
       I could feel myself blushing. The last thing I wanted to talk about was Tammy Terwilliger's biological urges. “I don't know Tammy,” I said again. “I just don't think I'm ready for that.”
       Tammy pursed her lips in frustration, and we walked the rest of the way in silence.
   
       The first day of senior year passed like every other day at FHS, with my focus split between listening to teachers and looking at girls. My first class after lunch was AP Calculus, and as usual I was sitting in the back row next to Tammy Terwilliger. The first day was spent solving problems that the teacher, Mr. Henderson, had written on the white board to see how well-prepared we were for the year's lesson plan. Tammy finished all 20 problems in 10 minutes, and as I worked my way through the problems I could see her out of the corner of my eye, watching me as she squirmed in her chair.
       Most of the class was still working when I finished the problems, and to avoid acknowledging Tammy, I pulled out my phone. I pretended to be deeply engrossed in reading, but in actuality I was scrolling through the pictures and videos of muscular women, carefully protecting the screen from any prying eyes. Then all of a sudden the fire alarm sounded.
       It was a pretty common prank for the first day of school, but there was still a rush as Mr. Henderson herded us out the door as we all scrambled to collect our belongings. Shortly we were all gathered in the courtyard, and everyone was gossiping and joking. Everyone except for me, that is. Because in the chaos of the fire drill I had lost my phone.

       A few minutes later we were marching back into the school. As soon as we got back to class, I searched around for my phone, but to my horror it was nowhere to be found. Instantly I began to panic. That phone had all my personal information on it, and more importantly it had over 500GB of photos, videos, and art of muscle girls. I spent the rest of the class in a nervous sweat, and once the bell rang I ran to the school's lost-and-found. But I was out of luck. No one had turned in my phone.
       As the minutes passed I grew increasingly more nervous, and I had trouble focusing.  After the last bell rang to end the school day, I went back to the lost-and-found, but my phone still hadn't been turned in. My heart sank as I turned to leave, but it perked up immediately when I saw Tammy waiting for me, holding my phone in her hand. “Looking for this?” she asked.
       “Oh thank God!” I exhaled. “Where did you find it?”
       “Naturally I found it by your seat in the classroom,” she said. “That was right where you left it before the fire alarm went off. I wanted to give it back to you earlier, but you were in a very agitated state and I couldn't get your attention. Sometimes it seems like you don't notice me at all, Kevin.”
       “Thanks Tammy,” I sighed with relief, “I really owe you one.”
       Tammy was uncharacteristically quiet as we left the school, looking down at her feet with her lips pursed in frustration. Once we were away from the crowd of school, she looked up at me. “Kevin, would you find me sexually attractive if I had a muscular physique?” she asked.

[Dona Fell Friz]

Excellent as always!

[nickolai]

Nice to see another one from you and I like the set up so far.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Tammy seems very smart, so if she uses her smarts to become very muscular and strong over a short period of time, I think that would be very cool, and I would look forward to it. k+!

[grbaclig]

Chapter 3

       I was stunned. “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, as my heart began pumping with anxiety.
       “It's a simple question, Kevin,” she said. “I've made it quite clear that I'm attracted to you, and although you've always been evasive when I express my feelings of attraction, I can safely conclude that you aren't attracted to me, and that this is at the heart of your reluctance to enter into a romantic relationship with me. I want to know if I could change that by becoming more muscular.”
       “Uh, I don't know,” I stammered as I felt my face flushing with embarrassment.
       A few seconds of awkward silence passed before Tammy spoke again. “Your phone was unlocked when I found it, Kevin,” she said, “and although I didn't intend to examine your personal files, the video playing on the screen was very... suggestive, and my natural curiosity got the better of me.”
       “Uh, suggestive?” I squeaked.
       “A blond woman in a red string bikini was performing bicep curls with an olympic barbell bearing two 10-pound plates on each side for a total mass of 85 pounds, and her posturing and facial expressions were meant to convey sexual gratification, as if she were being brought to a state of orgasm by lifting weights,” Tammy said with clinical precision. “She had clearly undergone breast augmentation, rendering her bikini impractical for any sort of exercise. Her hair and makeup were likewise inappropriate for prolonged physical exertion, leading me to conclude that the video was made for the purpose of providing sexual stimulation to the viewer―which in this case would be you.”
       “Uh, I don't know Tammy...” I said, trailing off, praying for the conversation to end.
       But Tammy persisted. “I scrutinized the woman in the video and observed that my face is more conventionally feminine than hers, and that my breasts are larger than hers by at least one cup size. Leading me to conclude that you find her more attractive than me due to the difference in our skeletal muscle mass. And now I'm asking you to confirm that conclusion.”
       “Uh, you know...” I mumbled. “It was just a video that-”
       “It was one of several hundred pieces of media, Kevin,” Tammy interjected. “And although I didn't examine each one carefully, they all seem to follow a common theme of scantily clad women in full makeup flexing their muscles. There were of course some other less prominent themes as well.”
       “Other... themes?” I asked, my brain still reeling from having Tammy call out my fetish.
       “Yes,” Tammy said. “Roughly 60% of the media in my sample set featured women who were looking at their muscles as they flexed them, nearly half featured women who were posing with their hips in an open position as if presenting their primary sexual organs, 37% featured women who were puckering or licking their lips and 28% featured women who were removing their clothes―sometimes notably tearing them off in what I can only assume to be an exhibition of sexual aggression.”
       “S-sexual aggression...” I stammered.
       We were nearing home when Tammy huffed and stepped in front of me. “Kevin,” she said, her voice tinged with emotion for the first time in all the years that I had known her, her eyes quivering as if on the verge of tears. “Please answer my question. Would you be attracted to me if I were muscular?”
       I balked. “Uh, maybe,” I gulped.
       She grimaced and clenched her fists. “Kevin,” she said. “I understand that you may be uncomfortable with this topic, so I'm going to make this as simple for you as I can. If I add 10 pounds of muscle to my body before Homecoming, will you take me to the Homecoming dance as your date?”
       I blinked. I didn't know what to say. “Tammy, it takes a lot of time to build muscle-”
       “20 pounds?” she asked, her jaw setting in frustration.
       I cocked my head. Did she know what she was saying? “Tammy it would take years for a girl-”
       “30 pounds?” she demanded, her teeth gritted, tears welling up in her eyes. “40? 50!?”
       Despite how emotional Tammy was, I let out a deep laugh. I had been lifting every day for the past three years and only managed to gain 15 pounds of lean muscle. The idea of scrawny little Tammy Terwilliger packing on 50 pounds of muscle in one month was downright hilarious. “Yeah Tammy,” I said. “If you gain 50 pounds of muscle I'll absolutely take you to the Homecoming Dance.”
       “Very well,” she said with a sour smile on her face and tears running down her cheeks as she extended her hand. “Do we have a deal?”
       “We have a deal,” I said, and shook her hand.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, Tammy seems to be head over heels for Kevin, willing to do whatever she can to get him to take her out, putting on 50 pounds of muscle, don't know how long it is until Homecoming, but I'm guessing it is not that long a time, so seeing a girl pack on that amount of muscle in a short amount of time will be awesome to see. I hope Kevin will appreciate Tammy a little more after that. I am sure that I would if I was in his position. k+!

[IBP]

Another incredibly promising story. Some new twists in terms of the characters, but we all know what Tammy's lineage foreshadows.
I love the way you've moved around the character profiles as well. Never a dull moment.

[jeffbeans]

Oh man, this is a great setup! Love Tammy's cerebral take on things and she sounds super determined! 

[grbaclig]

Chapter 4
   
       When I got home that night I lay on my bed in silence, thinking. I felt horrible. Tammy had been my closest friend for nearly a decade. She had bared her heart to me today, and I made her cry.
       The fact is that I would find her more attractive if she were muscular, and I should have been honest with her about that. Heck, I should have been honest with her years ago when she first started asking me out. It's just that I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and besides I was embarrassed about liking muscle girls. But I had hurt her feelings anyway, and now she knew my secret, too.

       As I prepared for bed that night, my phone buzzed. Tammy had sent me a text message. It was a picture of her tiny feet standing on a bathroom scale, with the digital screen reading '95 lbs'. Tammy was short, standing 5'2” at the most, and she was skinny as a beanpole, so I had no trouble believing that she weighed 95 pounds. What I couldn't believe was that she was seriously going to try to add enough muscle to her frame in a month to increase her weight by over 50%.
       It was impossible for anyone, let alone a scrawny teenaged girl like Tammy, to gain that much muscle that quickly. But she was definitely going to try. When Tammy Terwilliger put her mind to something, she committed to it with unwavering focus and fanatical discipline, like when she learned Latin in Grade 5 or built a robot for the national STEM conference in Grade 7. And if the tears in her eyes that afternoon left any doubt about the seriousness of her intentions, the picture she just sent made them crystal clear. I just hoped that she wouldn't do anything crazy, and wind up hurting herself.

       Soon it was Tuesday morning, and as I stepped outside, Tammy Terwilliger was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. “Good morning Kevin,” she said. “You're 2 minutes and 42 seconds late this morning. Did you oversleep?”
       “No, I'm just running a little late,” I said, noticing the tumbler in Tammy's hand. “That smells like coffee. Since when did you start drinking coffee?”
       “I've only just started this morning,” Tammy said as we began walking. “Caffeine is apparently an effective supplement for exercise regimens of all sorts, owing to its ability to increase focus and improve the tolerance of pain brought on periods of strenuous exertion. Further, there appears to be indirect evidence that it can enhance the so-called 'mind-muscle connection' when employed as part of a bodybuilding program, such as I began implementing this morning. I'm also quite tired, having stayed up past my optimal bedtime last night in order to do research on inducing muscle hypertrophy.”
       “Uh, learn anything interesting?” I asked. “I could always use some tips.”
       I was hoping that my comment might show Tammy that I valued her opinion, and in doing so maybe soothe the hurt feelings that I had caused the previous day. But her answer was so dry and clinical that it may as well have come from a textbook. “Yes indeed," she said. "There is an abundance of peer-reviewed research on the topic, and although I focused my efforts on studies involving young women, there appear to be several well-documented protocols for increasing skeletal muscle mass. Most of them are quite obvious, such as optimizing protein intake, working muscles to the point of exhaustion and emphasizing the eccentric motions. I assume that you've already uncovered that information during the course of your own research.”
       “Yeah,” I said. “Just be careful. I went too hard when I started lifting and pulled a few different muscles. That really made it hard to get going.”
       “That's prudent advice, Kevin,” Tammy said, sipping her coffee. “After all, adding 50 pounds of lean muscle in one month will require metronomic consistency, and I can't afford even the slightest gap in my training or imbalance in my form.
       “Well hey,” I said. “Maybe we can even lift together, you know. Once you get going.”
       “I appreciate the offer, Kevin,” Tammy said. “But based on what I know of your schedule I don't think that you'll be able to match the timing, intensity or frequency of the program that I've designed for myself.”
       That comment took me by surprise, and I blurted out a quick laugh before I caught myself. I hoped Tammy didn't notice, because I really didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I saw her hand clench around her tumbler as her lips pursed into a tight frown. She didn't say another word during the rest of the walk to school, and I tried not to think about the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, 50 pounds in a month, that is 12.5 pounds a week, I wish Tammy good luck, but it appears she is not going to rely on luck, it seems her will is indomitable, when she puts her mind to something, she seemingly succeeds at things thought to be almost impossible. Don't know if we're going to see her progress or if she's going to keep it secret from us and Kevin until she reaches her goal, but either way, I look forward to more! k+!

[phil123]

Great idea. So she will need to eat as much as a football team in a few days.

[grbaclig]

Chapter 5

       Tammy didn't speak to me during our first bell AP History class, and I was worried that I had damaged our friendship forever. For as long as I'd known her, Tammy had taken everything seriously, even recreational activities like video games, and it was obvious that she was fully committed to her goal of gain in 50 pounds of muscle in one month, no matter how crazy it was. And I had laughed at her. I was her best friend, she had a crush on me, she poured her heart out for me, and I laughed at her. Twice.

       Tammy and I were apart during second bell, when she had Gym and I had Economics, but we were both in the same AP Biology class for third bell. What's more we were lab partners. We finished our lab assignment early, even though Tammy still wasn't talking to me. I was about to start looking through the muscle girl pictures on my phone, but then Megan Masters started walking toward me.
       Megan was the most popular girl in school. She was unflinchingly confident and had a natural charisma that disarmed students, teachers and parents alike. She was the lead soprano in the choir, the star of the debate club and a straight A student–heck she was almost as smart as Tammy.
       But I didn't care about any of that. Megan Masters was gorgeous. Even at school full of beautiful girls, she stood out. Standing nearly six feet tall with a head of perfectly coiffed flaming orange hair, she was impossible to overlook. Not that you would want to overlook her, since she possessed an outrageous set of curves and a mesmerizingly beautiful face that brought modeling agencies to her door since she was in grade school. And more importantly to me, she had a lean, sculpted athletic body that she had honed and trained to the point where she was nationally ranked in basketball, volleyball, and track. And she was walking right toward me. Or so I thought.
       Instead she stopped and casually placed her hand on Tammy's shoulder, smiling down as if they were old friends, as opposed to polar opposites on the social spectrum. “Tammy, did I see you talking with Coach Kelly about deadlifts this morning?” she asked.
       “Yes,” Tammy said. “I'm beginning a weightlifting regimen and I'm seeking her guidance.”
       “Oh that's so good to hear!” Megan cooed melodiously, clasping her hands. “Every young woman should lift weights. The benefits will last a lifetime―physically and emotionally―and Coach Kelly is the best strength coach in the entire world.”
       “It's quite fortunate that I have Coach Kelly as a resource,” Tammy agreed. “Although I can also rely on advice from my father, who competed as both a powerlifter and a bodybuilder.”
       “I'm sure he did,” Megan said. “I can tell just by looking that you have incredible genetics, and with your intellect and discipline I'm sure you can achieve any fitness goal you set for yourself.”
       “Thank you very much, Megan, I do indeed take pride in being able to achieve any goals that I set for myself,” Tammy said, before turning to me as her face fell into a cold stony stare. “I can do anything I set my mind to. Anything.”
       As Megan walked away, I hung my head in shame. Tammy had always been supportive of me and had always offered to help me with anything I wanted to do, from streaming games to learning Japanese. And when she opened her heart to me and shared her goals, I laughed at her.
       And she wasn't taking it lightly. Tammy held her icy gaze on me until an alarm rang gently on her phone, and she quickly went to her backpack and made a protein shake in her tumbler.

       When the lunch bell rang, Tammy left the classroom brusquely, her gawky gait a stark contrast to the graceful gliding strides of the beauties that piled in the hallway of Flexington High. I jogged to catch up with her. “Hey Tammy do you still, uh, want to eat lunch together?” I asked sheepishly.
       “I can't control where you sit in the lunchroom, Kevin,” she said flatly.
       “Yeah, I know,” I sighed. “It's just that... I'm really sorry I laughed at you this morning. And yesterday, too. You've always been a great friend--my best friend--and I should be more respectful and supportive, and-”
       Tammy wheeled around so quickly that I almost crashed into her. “I don't need your friendship, Kevin,” she said coldly, “and you've made it quite clear that you don't respect me. And I certainly don't need your support. Besides, you've given me something more important than any of those things.”
       “Uh, what's that?” I asked.
       Tammy's eyes narrowed with burning intensity. “Motivation,” she said through clenched teeth.

[nickolai]

... and we're off!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oh, she said the thing, she said the thing! But seriously, the way Kevin treated Tammy in the last chapter, I think the fact that she still wants to do this for him, maybe not for him anymore, but for her, to prove she can, I hope she doesn't use that new muscle and strength to hurt him, like other girls in your stories seem to love to do. He did say he was sorry, and he's generally a nice guy. He just made one slip up because of the craziness of the situation. But the way she was cold to him, the way she talked to him, I don't feel that she's doing this out of her infatuation for him anymore, but to show him up and to beat him up when she's done. It's a shame if that's the way the story goes. But I will still check out the updates in hopes that's not what happens. k+!

[BossRose]

This is looking to become one of your all times best. I love that Tammy's already decided that he won't be able to keep up with her.