A day in the life of
It had been a few weeks since Taylor made her decision to switch onto BG Regular, and the results had made themselves known very quickly. Taylor had went up several dress sizes since we’d last checked on her, her muscles had only gotten more impressive. Despite only being on the stronger formula for a couple weeks, Taylor had gotten exponentially bigger and stronger, her breasts have been all but replaced by thick pecs, which had a much-higher than average projection, which is to say that they stuck themselves out far enough that they almost looked like breasts from a distance.
Angela had progressed too, albeit more slowly, she’d gained a few inches everywhere, literally tearing through clothes as she did so. Angela developed differently from Taylor in a few ways, which is to be expected, with different genetics, everyone progresses differently. For one, her pecs lacked the projection that the pop star had, not that her chest muscles were smaller, though in fact they were bigger than Taylor’s by a large margin. The difference was that her pecs were big in a wide way, unlike the singer’s. Angela was no fool though, she still did her own porn. Not that she needed the money, what with Taylor practically giving her anything she wants, she continued putting clips online because it aroused her, and she enjoyed the hell out of getting worshipped. Because of this though, she knew that quite a few people adored her breasts, and the bigger her muscles got, the smaller her breasts would appear.
Angela fixed this again by repeating her fix from before, that being simply getting bigger implants! Despite her chest having little in the way of natural breast tissue even before she lost almost all of her bodyfat, doctors were able to do their magic and get her H-cup 1,000cc breasts up to J-cup 1,800ccs. And her fans absolutely loved the change. Not all loved the ‘implant’ look of course, but Angela simply adored them! Her breasts matched her muscles, being large, veiny and hard. Taylor loved them too, of course. Which brings us to our heroes at a plastic surgery centre, something that had become common in the age where more and more women were forgoing their bodyfat.
Body Shop
The ‘Body Shop’. A pretty straightforward name for a complex dedicated to providing women with every kind of plastic surgery imaginable. Down the hall, a porn star leads a pop star to a doctors office. Angela wears naught but a tank top and loose shorts, both in extra large. While Taylor wears a bright blue tshirt and jean shorts, which her powerful thighs threatened to tear. “These fit perfectly a couple days ago!” Taylor thought to herself, annoyed, but mildly aroused by evidence of her growth. “This is it!” Angela says, turning to Taylor excitedly.
“She won’t mind me bursting in, I already talked to her and she’s completely free today! Trust me, this girl is a MIRACLE worker! He gave me my implants, after all~” The FBB said, eyeing Taylor suggestively and bouncing her pecs slightly, making her implants strain against the loose black top. Taylor gulped nervously at when she sees the door open to reveal the doctor.
Taylor was surprised by what she saw enter through the door into the medically sterile room, she expected the worst. A creepy, out of shape girl who would fawn over her “work”. Instead, she was greeted by a gorgeous brunette, with long flowing hair, and muscles about the size of Taylors a few months ago came through. Her biceps were clearly visible through her scrubs, her thighs bulge out of her pants as well. The most obvious feature of the woman was her massive breasts, jiggling and bouncing visibly through her workclothes. Clearly they weren’t real, were they?
“Hello! My name is Dr. Westerfield, as I’m sure Angela here as told you.” She smiled at Angela as she spoke. “I know of you, and your music! I can get you the best implants around, I promise. I can get you any kind of implants you need, Sillicone, Saline, PP string, anything you could possibly want.” Taylor didn’t respond, for a couple seconds, entranced by the doctor’s chest, how could she be so strong but still have so much development in her breasts? Was she some kind of anomaly? Taylor’s staring and thinking, despite lasting only about a second, was soon cut off by the doctor. “I don’t mind you staring~ These babies are a special kind of implant. It’s kind of like getting fat grafted towards your chest, although. You can have a feel if you want~”.
Taylor took the doctor’s offer nearly instantly, her strong hands groped her breasts through Westerfield’s shirt, causing her breathing to grow heavy, “Sorry, they’re a bit sensitive.” she said, trying to hide her excitement. Her breasts conformed to Taylor’s hands instantly, proving softer and squishier than the softest pillows she’d ever touched. “Can I have these?” Taylor remarked, looking into the doctor’s eyes hopefully. “No, sorry. These are still in development, we can’t give them to the general public… Yet!”. “Ah, I see.” Taylor pouted slightly, but her mood quickly refreshed when she found Westerfield’s nipple through her shirt, jerking the inch long, diamond-hard bud in her fingers, eliciting a barely hidden moan from her doctor.
After a perusing different types of implants and playing with her surgeon’s tits, Taylor finally made up her mind. “I just…” she put her hand behind her head in embarrassment, causing her bicep to flex up into the air pleasingly, a single vein popping out that went through her bicep and round shoulder down to her pecs, the cleavage of which could be seen through her v-neck shirt. “...I don’t think I like any of my options, maybe I’ll come back when yours are in stock!” she giggled on the last statement, trying to hide how red her cheeks had gotten. Angela looked almost disappointed, but understood that she didn’t exactly need or want implants like she did. After an awkward second Dr. Westerfield replied, “I understand.” the odd cheeriness of her reply lightened Taylor’s mood. “The implant look isn’t for everyone, so I understand. You’d be surprised how often I get that from customers.” the doctor least closer to Angela, and surprise-gropes her firm silicone tits. “I love the look myself, but it’s perfectly fine. And don’t worry, I’ll notify Angela as soon as I get the okay to start giving these. Which is soon, hopefully.” she signaled the duo to the door.
As the two walk out back into the cities busy market district, Taylor begins apologising to her friend, “I’m really sorry, Angie. The doctor pretty much said it for me, I just don’t like the look of them on me. Their great on other people, but honestly...” Angela looked over to Taylor, giving a reaffirming smile, which vanished into a confused look as T-swift grabbed her shirt from the bottom and pulled it downwards, making her large pecs look more pronounced, as they came through the neck of her shirt. Taylor smiled flexed and bounced her pecs as hard as she could, her two-and-a-half inch nipples clearly visible as her pecs pushed against her shirt before being relaxed again. She did a this for a few seconds before saying “...I think I prefer my pecs!”.
Angela just smiled and pointed to her pussy, signaling Taylor to calm it before she got to horny and had to go home. With that, Taylor stopped and the two decided to adventure the city before going home.
Inspiration
Taylor and Angela galavanted across the town, looking at various sites to see. The city had become something of a mecca of female bodybuilding in recent months, with muscle girls coming from across the world to train there. Taylor loved it, it was rare for her to walk into the streets without seeing a girl smaller than a fitness model, with strong arms and abs that, while she couldn’t see them under the girls’ shirt, she knew were there.
Eventually, the duo decided to take a step into the ‘Iron Bitch’ gym, odd name, surely. Taylor had already paid thousands for lifetime passes in gyms all over the city for both Angela and herself, just in case they needed a workout when they were on the go and couldn’t make it to Taylor’s private gym, which was easily just as well equipped as the Iron Bitch.
Walking inside, the two had their ears assaulted by loud moaning, many gyms put on music or TV for people to listen to while they work out, not this one. Instead, they played porn, lots of it. Most of it being porn starring female bodybuilders, this particular one starred Brandi Mae, flexing her powerful 20 inch biceps while being eaten out and injected with BG Regular at the same time.
Most of the moaning wasn’t from the porno, though. Most of it was from girls using heavier weights than most men could dream of lifting as weights. Not all women wanted to be massive, bodybuilding freaks, in fact, most just wanted to add a bit of size, but this wasn’t a gym for those women. This was a gym for women who wanted to be HUGE, a gym for women who wanted to be FREAKS. “I think I like this place!” Angela and Taylor spoke in unison.
The gym had a fairly typical ‘Pumping Iron’ aesthetic, lots of solid concrete etc, but with a more sexualized touch. Art of nude muscular women adorned the wall, some the size of a pre-BuffGirl lightweight FBB, while others were obscenely, impossibly muscular, covered in veins. Some looked entirely normal, like a user of BG Lite or Regular, with a feminine jaw and a flat stomach, while others were drawn side-effects like the more extreme forms of BG would cause.
Their noses weren’t spared either, the entirety of the massive weight room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, just next to the entrance a girl masturbated on a rest bench without a care in the world, her flat, washboard stomach flexing as she lied down.
The two walked around the gym’s interior, the main room was full of women nude, or mostly nude. A loud choir of moans and clanking sounds made the girls have to speak louder in order to hear each other. Interestingly, as they walked, they saw one of the TV’s displaying a news report that they could barely hear over the gym’s erotic ambience, the only thing they could make out was “Today… First female bodybuilder… elected to congress...” which intrigued them, but they could google this story later, rather than listen to every other word of it in a place with much more interesting things to do.
They don’t use the gym so much as tour it, looking at all the girls and challenging themselves to finding the biggest one, Angela sees Michaela Aycock working her arms, every part of Michaela was absolutely massive compared to the last time Angela had bothered looking at her social media, clearly she’d finally gotten access to BG.
Taylor sees pornstars Fernanda Ferrari and Samantha Kelly doing sixty-nine at a rest bench, the two seemed interesting, their muscles were odd, almost too perfectly shaped, and without much in the way of veins on them. Samantha was slightly bigger than Fernanda in every way but her breasts, which were still massive and obviously fake, but smaller than Fernandas, which had to be in the several-thousand cc’s range.
The girls continue this back-and-forth, spotting dozens of famous celebrities, pornstars and bodybuilders in the cities most (in)famous gym. However, eventually the game stops when Taylor wins their competition of who can find the biggest girl when Taylor sets her eyes on Tina Zampa.
Tina sat on the far side of the gym from the door, flexing her ripped biceps. She was fully nude, showing off her thick, vascular thighs, easily some of the biggest in the world, they appeared strong enough to crush an entire car if one could fit between them. Above Tina’s thighs was her powerful roidgut, most girls would a find thick musclegut to be ugly and something to be hidden, not Tina though. Tina absolutely loved her roidgut, patting it vigorously between poses like a wardrum. Above that there were her huge pecs, still topped with implants that were so small compared to the rest of Tina’s chest as to be just odd round shapes under her nipples, her pecs were vein-caked and almost obscured her overly square a couple of times due to her heavy breathing. To the left and right of her pecs were her cannonball-like shoulders, which further down her arm become her powerful biceps and triceps. She looks right and flexes her right arm up in a attempt to kiss the arms that she injected so much BG to get, as she raises her arm her forearm, bicep, and shoulder all fight for space, she uses force to try to get her arm closer to her face, but this only pumps her up further. After almost a full minute deliberation, she manages to get her bicep barely within kissing range, she licked it with her lips, which were also bloated as a side effect from BuffGirl use. “Poor babies, soon you’ll be too big for me to kiss!” she whispered to herself.
Taylor gulped for a moment, thankful that none of the more severe side effects weren’t present in BG Lite and BG Regular while looking down and rubbing her completely flat stomach under her shirt, well not completely flat, since she still felt the small bumps that were her abs, but that isn’t anywhere close to the bloated gut women BG extreme --women like Tina-- would get. Still, the jump in side effects from BG Regular to BG extreme were, well, extreme.
The two marveled at Tina, pumping her muscles in a mirror, on this side of the main weight room, the entire wall was one massive continuous mirror, which often broke due to many of the girls getting stronger faster than they could to their newfound strength. Her nipples hardened, she ran her hand all along her veins on her pecs, her biceps obstructing her movement toward her pecs slightly at first, the veins were the size and shape of jolly ranchers, many of the dozens of the veins lead up to her nipples, and those were the veins her fingers followed, eventually she reached her nipples, she had small areolae that contrasted against her extremely long pink nipple, as her fingers she moaned in a deep voice. Right before her questing fingers reached her massive nipples properly, she saw the reflection of the two girls staring at her in the mirror.
Angela and Taylor looked away in embarrassment, only to be confronted with “You can watch...”, said laconically in a masculine voice, her trailed off in a way that tried to be as suggestive, and it worked. The duo walked closer to the massive girl, seeing what she looked like up close. She had been covered in sweat, not from working out, of course, the sweat was from arousal. Tina hasn’t lifted a thing here in days, she was still sticking with the “No lifting, only roids” policy, she was too obsessed with her size to think otherwise, despite the fact that actually lifting would give her the size she lusted for.
Now determined to put on a show for the other two girls, Tina knew fully that she was largest girl they’ve seen in real life, and she only wanted to get bigger for them. She stood in front of Angela and Taylor, the pop star noticing a shadow across the lower half of her face, no doubt another side effect. Tina forced herself into a front double bicep flex, her arms rose inches every half second, “GOD I’m so fucking STRONG” she said, climatically forcing the flex, her biceps and forearms were grinding against each other, making her seem even more powerful as her arms fought for space. As Taylor watched, she looked down for a second, becoming lightheaded when she saw how massively well endowed the freak was. Her clit… Taylor bit her lip upon seeing it, her clitoris was larger than some men’s penises to shame. “Like that? Three and a half inches! And growing…” she teased, somehow managing to flex her clit as if it were just another muscle.
“But that’s only half of me…” Tina’s voice boomed, drowning out the ambient sounds of sex and muscle. She turned sideways, showcasing her massive legs, which almost rubbed against each other as she walked. Angela was stunned into silence, she took a couple steps over to look at Tina’s backside. Below the muscle-monster’s powerful, dense back, was a massive, muscular ass that could probably crush a steel beam between it’s cheeks in just a flex. Angela touched it, rock hard, she flex it again, for a second, Angela could see a small semblance of her tight asshole.
Taylor, meanwhile, took a couple steps to the other side, looking at her legs from the front. The singer thought she had amazing thigh development, but she didn’t hold a candle to Tina. Her thighs were massive, easily as thick as most women’s waists. God only knows how many watermelons they could crush. Hell, god knows how many cocks they’ve crushed.
Tina soon turned back around, with the duo returning to front and centre of Tina. “Go ahead. Touch.” she smiled. Angela practically ran jumped towards her biceps, saw the massive left bicep, which Tina flexed just for her. Allowing her lust to take control of her, Angela started licking on of the several thick veins on her bicep, causing Tina’s clit to begin pulsating with arousal.
Seeing the opportunity, Taylor said “I just can’t take it anymore!”, practically shouting. She leaped for Tina’s clit, putting it in her mouth and rubbing her tongue on it. Tina’s legs immediately began to quake, BuffGirl had strong effects on libido, after all, so it only stood to reason that more powerful BuffGirl would make for more powerful arousal. “H-harderrr!!” her powerful voice demanded, the sensation becoming so strong that her eyes rolled back slightly. Taylor accepted her requests, sucking her clit exactly how she would a cock, the most sensitive cock ever, to be exact.
Angela contributed in other ways, rather than pleasure her directly, Angela boosted Zampa’s arousal by feeding her muscle-lust. Whispering words of praise into her ear, “You’re sooooo big!”, “I love how fucking huge and strong you are~”, Angela knew Tina’s type, as her type was only becoming more and more common. What is Tina’s type? The type that needs, or rather deserves, constant worship, every second. Tina’s one goal was to get as big and powerful as possible, and Angela knew she almost creams when someone comments on her size, even if it’s a negative comment, it makes her loins stir with lust.
Taylor continued to suck her while Angela continued worshipping her and licking her bicep, pecs and abs. “Uhh… Uhhh…” she alternated between very feminine moans and very masculine grunts. Both communicated her immense pleasure, her juices poured out of her pussy, soaking her thighs, Taylor, and the floor below them. “Almost there!!” she yelled out as the two girls pleasure her, the two continued, trying desperately to push the freak over the edge. At this point, both Taylor and Angela had their hands deep inside their pants, both sighing in pleasure.
Finally, it happened. “FUCKKKK YEAHHH-AAAAAAAAAH!” is all that could be heard as Tina screamed in orgasm, loud enough to send most of the gym reeling back, with the exception the two girls pleasuring her, who were far too focused on Tina to care. Her entire body quaked, causing her muscles to ripple. A torrent of water squirted out of her pussy with the force of a fire hose, soaking Taylor and her clothes, not that she cared, she was far too busy reaching an orgasm of her own. Her orgasm continued for a full minute and a half.
“Ugh… uhhh.” Zampa’s orgasm finally started to die down. She spoke through her bloated lips, “We should… do that again… sometime.”. “Agreed!” the two said. Angela and Taylor loved Tina’s size, how she would do anything to get bigger, to get stronger. They both nodded in agreement, Zampa left saying “I need to hit the showers after that.” she said, pointing to glisten on her inner thighs.
Both Taylor and Angela were aroused and inspired, while neither were sure that they wanted to be as big as Tina, what with the side-effects and all. They were certainly inspired to continue on their quest for size. Taylor looked towards Angela as they walked out “We’re both covered in come, especially me.” she said, half-jokingly asking how Angela intended on going back out in public. “And? Wear it with pride~” Angela responded, eliciting a worried laugh from Taylor as they both decided to walk home anyway. They still hadn’t worked out today, nor have they had sex either, though there’s hardly a difference when it comes to those two.
Yeah, it's been a while. But I figured I'm back in it now so I may aswell do a crossover. Any suggestions for girls who should grow next?
