After dozens of grueling, muscle-amplifying reps, Abby let the weights settle and waddled into the middle of the machine in order to prepare for the next exercise: hero curls. Standing in the middle of the cable machine, the equipment looked substantially less impressive in the presence of Abby's steroid-boosted giga-physique. She grasped a handle in each hand, preparing to essentially curl the same weight one-handed, with each arm. Abby gazed over her mutant pecs at her reflection in the gym mirrors, cooing lustfully at the sight of her own cartoonishly muscular body.
"Oh yeah soooo huge, I am just so HOT!" Abby blurted out self-servingly as she raised her arms perpendicular to the floor, her enormous biceps bunching and surging even without flexing them. She slowly started curling her arms inward, as if performing a double-bicep flex, and the massive stacks of weights to either side steadily lifted as her biceps flexed even more frighteningly, unnaturally huge. Abby's eyes were locked on her reflection, her gaze darting to each part of her excessively muscled body, drinking in her beyond-superhero physique as each arm moved a staggering amount of weight - she was curling more weight than the strongest Olympic powerlifters could even attempt to deadlift, and she was doing it with one arm. She grunted cutely as she began her second curl, looking from one immense, skin-bursting bicep to the other as they peaked ever-higher, the grotesque veins pumping disturbingly as they wound their way around her massive arms. The bespectacled, achingly-sexy redhead performed another unreal curl, moaning as her unstoppable, pulsing biceps overcame the weights yet again, pumping up with even more absurd, roid-rageous mass.
"Come onnnn, bigger, grow!" Abby shouted at her bloated, vein-laced biceps as she performed another incredible curl, and then another. "I said GROW! GROWWWWW!" she demanded of her freakishly overblown muscles, performing one curl after another, tightly squeezing her mutant, overinflated forearms against her immense biceps at the apex of each curl as she milked them for even more sickening, alien mass. A crowd had begun to form around Abby's gym equipment in response to her outbursts, the other gym patrons in awe of not only her reality-defying muscularity, but her titanium-hard determination towards building her body even bigger, freakier, and more extreme. For Abby, "most muscular" wasn't just a pose - it was an adjective, and she was laser-focused on rewriting the very definition of the phrase every time she entered the gym. Abby adored the attention and reactions that her monolithic, muscle-monster body garnered, almost as much as she loved building her muscles ever-bigger and getting off to her own uber-muscular physique. For female muscle fetishists, she wasn't just their ultimate fantasy dialed up to 11, or even 12 - it was as if she had turned the dial as far as it would go, and then used her unearthly muscles and strength to shear the dial right off. She'd caused men and women alike to unabashedly masturbate furiously in public at the mere sight of her muscle-goddess physique, if not outright cum in their pants without even touching themselves. Far more often, however, Abby had seen the pendulum swing to the other extreme: people reacting with abject terror and revulsion at her overloaded, skin-bursting muscles. She'd caused multi-car pileups, made champion male bodybuilders vomit uncontrollably all over themselves in disgust, and caused people to black out as their brains were unable to process the sheer volume and conditioning of her bulging hyper-physique. Abby found the extreme reactions to her eye-popping ultra-muscularity incredibly arousing; every time someone told her she looked like a steroid mutant, or a science experiment gone wrong, it nearly made her orgasm on the spot - and it definitely motivated her to work out harder, dial up her steroid intake to even more extreme levels, and pack and stuff her already overburdened body with even more ridiculous amounts of monstrous female muscle in order to show the universe just how muscular a girl could get.
Abby strained to curl the weights inward over and over, staring at her colossal arms in the mirrors in awe and lust as they surged and rippled with freakish growth, groaning with arousal every time she heard her skin audibly stretch or saw a new wriggling vein spring to life across the shredded, split-peaked mountains that were her biceps. Her bulging triceps were no less heart-stopping, exploding off of the backs of her arms with every punishing rep. Her range of motion continued to gradually decrease as she curled the weight over and over, feeling the burn as each arm fought against the enormous stacks of weights. She could feel muscle fibers tearing and rebuilding themselves under her dangerously tight skin, promising even more of the stomach-turning muscle development she yearned for. Abby knew it was her destiny to be the biggest, veiniest, most extreme mega-beefcake in bodybuilding history, and absolutely nothing would stop her in her unending quest to become literally immobile with muscle.
"Come on, I have to get HUUUGE!" she shouted as she performed another insane curl, and then yet another, fighting against the ever-increasing resistance from the electromagnets. She struggled to complete another rep, her veins popping with maddening intensity across her awesomely muscle-packed arms, muscle fibers rippling and surging against her tissue-paper-thin skin. She locked eyes with her gorgeous reflection, drinking in the immensity of her overinflated biceps, triceps, and deltoids, and nearly orgasmed at the sight of her own freakishly muscular arms - she channeled her arousal into forcing the colossal weights up for one more skin-tearing curl, groaning girlishly as her inhuman, disgusting split-peaks chiseled themselves even deeper, her muscles coming horrifyingly close to bursting her skin apart. The stacks of weights clanged loudly against the top of the machine and stayed there as Abby curled her arm inwards with incalculable force, her meat-injected forearms squeezing against her psychotically over-the-top biceps as she pulled on the cables. Her mutant bicep peaks crept higher as she held the flex, the stacks of weights straining against the top of the machine, the re-purposed bridge suspension cables quivering and dangerously tight as they protested against Abby's incomprehensible might. Abby huffed, each deep lungful of air causing her monumental chest to heave and force her unreal pecs to lift her head as she continued straining against the cable machine's very structural integrity. She stared at her beyond-uber-muscular reflection in the gym mirrors as her shredded, godlike muscles seemed primed to overwhelm the machine. Abby felt her arousal steadily mounting as she heard the cables and pulleys whining and creaking as they fought valiantly against her beefy, steroid-amplified biceps as they peaked ever-higher, grotesque mountains of ultra-inflated muscle rippling with superhero strength.