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[mrshhh]

WOW!! What a story!  Excellently written and paced, and a wonderful rival to really drive the protagonists' motivation.  I love the universe you've created - there's so much potential! 

[Online1138]

MrShhh STILL LIVES.

when are you going to post an update on your blog??? 

[ni1986]

small update, been very busy.  Enjoy!

Part 4(a)

As an aside, I noticed that my muscular growth is starting to slow measurably, but still, I am having no issues steadily progressing. By way of illustration, I have put on 52lbs of muscle from September 1-February 1, and each month has produced less and less gains. If we take the average, that is 13 pounds a month, but the growth was by no means steady. Here were the gains: September: 13lbs, October: 12lbs, November: 11lbs, December: 10lbs, and January: a mere 6lbs. Now, let's keep in mind that this is all hard, dense, muscle fibers being infused onto my body, but nonetheless, this is something that I needed to keep an eye on.

March came all to quickly as winter began to fade into spring. I managed to push out another 5lbs in the remainder of February, brining my package to 252. I was very confident in my body, and felt like every part is developing evenly. I decided to get a hotel room and head down the night before, perhaps an extra night rest will aid my carb load- thereby filling my muscles up to their max. In case any of you were wondering how I managed to actually pay for the room, fret not my friends, mommy and daddy have been very cooperative since my transformation reached one painfully obvious reality, and that is, I could literally crush them in between my hands, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that would prevent it.

I arrived in my room at 7pm and spread out my things. In one suitcase, which was an over-sized suitor, I packed it chuck full with prepared meals. The other had my clothes, makeup, and other supplies. I slipped on my new bikini, which the top had to be custom made now. It needed to, of course, be stretchable, and contain bottoms that would still fit my small waist. With it on, I stood in front of the full-length mirror. Taking deep breaths, I watched the big muscles move under my skin. I fucking loved being to muscular and shredded- everything about it made me pleased. I hit some poses and enjoyed the groaning sounds my flesh made as each muscle group swelled larger in response to blood pumping into them. After 5 minutes of hard flexing, I reached my current maximum. Garden-hose sized veins emerged from everywhere under my tanned skin, deep cuts spread across my beach ball sized pecs, thick cords of muscle hung from my thighs, my arms looked like volleyballs were injected into my biceps, and my basketball sized shoulders were practically bursting. Turning to my backside, it looked like the bed of a heavy-duty construction work truck that was coated with rhino-shield.  All of the flexing basically allowed my ripped mass to swallow my bikini strings whole, and the 8 baseballs, known as my abs, pulsated out in defiance of reality. I was ready, and I knew it.

Upon waking, my carb load obviously worked because I filled up to 254lbs, bigger than ever before. I put on a large cape like garment to body accommodate my frame and hide my goods. Upon arriving at the show backstage, I was not very impressed with my competition, but I have seen this all before- where the fuck is that bitch Gail. I assumed that she was fashionably late as always, and proceeded to pump up. I picked up the 100 pounder's from the pack and pumped them 25 times like a toy (my current 1 arm curl max is almost 150 for 10). Next I loaded 495 on the bench and knocked out a fairly difficult set of 10. Onto the squat rack next. My legs are capable of squatting about 585 (six 45 pound plates on each side) for 6 now, but I instead racked 495 and went for 15. With all the weight I moved, my maximum pump was already achieved, but I still had not been called out. So, what is a ultra-muscular 18 year old goddess to do? Well, that's easy, lift more big fucking weights! I wanted to win, didn't I? Sure as hell I did! Lifting at a frantic trance-like pace, I knocked out set after set in a circuit fashion, and while I didn't notice it at the time, my swole surpassed the most extreme pump that I had ever achieved. Finally, I stopped and stared myself down in the mirror. My muscles almost looked uncomfortable, and moving into the mandatory poses actually was a chore for the first time. My skin sounded like rubber pressing itself as my huge growing muscles shifted, contracted, and then expanded beneath my skin. My face looked like a normal cute 18 year old girl, and my body had an unnatural dominance that could only be compared to others in the Ultimus division.

Next, my name was called. I proceeded to the stage with obnoxious confidence. Enormous, peeled to the bone, and cocky, I flexed my vastly improved physique in front of a full house. The judges were unapologetically impressed that a teenage newcomer could lead an Ultimus division show. All of my opponents were deep into their 20’s and 30’s, and while every single one had impressive amounts of muscular feminine beef, none could quite compare to me. With only 5 contestants to go, there was still no sign of Gail. Her name appeared on the list, so she should be here. The next couple of posers came and went with still no appearance. Then, second to last, she showed herself at last. A silence crept across the anxious crowd as her steps could be heard from the distance. The stairs to the stage cried out with anguish as the wood boards buckled under her weight. When she reached the platform, her dark bronze skin ignited to life from the shining lights and posing oil. Her body progressed tremendously, but mine was on par with it. One advantage she had is her mammoth legs, which packed on a silly amount of muscle. They had the girth of medium size tree trunks and looked undeniably powerful. She looked like squatting a small car for a rep or two would not be a problem. Mine were not far behind, at all, but she probably had a couple inches of circumference width on me. The rest of her body was lagging slightly behind the tremendous quads, but still, she had a very complete package that rivaled mine wholly. According to the score card, we were in a dead tie. The judges decided to let a pose down begin in order for a winner to come forth. As we stood side by side, we gazed at each other. While she tried to hide the lingering doubt of fear, even Gail knew that I caught up to her. Her supernatural growth was clearly slowing too, but nonetheless, we each made it even further, with room to improve- I just piled on a tad more over the recent months. When hitting the mandatories, I matched her at every flex, and even on the abdominal thigh, where her quads had a slight advantage, my abs made up for it- as all 8 pacs were superior to hers. The judges took us through 3 rounds of poses, which was unheard of, but with each passing flex, I relished with the chance to improve- while Gail was sweating excessively and appeared exhausted from her efforts. After deliberating for several minutes, they announced a tie, and as such, we both would qualify for the Ms. Ultima championship in late September. I was pleased with a win, despite her victory as well, but felt if they forced us to go on a bit longer, I would have surpassed her. My muscles craved more, while hers looks like they had enough. Nonetheless, our next battle would be the decisive one.

I had about 6 months to prepare, and my goal was to be into the 280’s. Realistically, that’s only another 26lbs away- a paltry 4.5 per month. However, Gail would not be my only competition there, I also had to worry about the most muscular girls in the world. While some people may balk or whither at this challenge, I was encouraged to push myself where I needed to be.   

to be continued!

[mrshhh]

Amazing!  Sad to see the girls' growth slowing down, but I love that they now have to work like crazy for every new pound & inch.  The rivalry between the girls is so awesome, such an amazing engine to fuel their obsession even more.  Your writing is absolutely top-notch.

[big easy]

It would be great to see her taking steroids from her brother's stash again to boost her gains and give her an edge over Gail and the other competitors. 

[SureWhyNot]

I'd like to see the gals call a truce and try to find a way to get bigger together... 

[phil123]

"I had about 6 months to prepare, and my goal was to be into the 280’s."

Did she reached her goal ??

We need an update.

[ni1986]

The Chamber of Change
by fmgnut
Please send all comments to: fmgnut@yahoo.com
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I, a slightly chubby 27 year old paralegal, live alone in my very small apartment.  I always wanted to be into fitness, but year after year, excuses took the place of progress.  Time passed, and now entering my late 20's, I basically have accepted my fate as a sorta-cute, 5'2, 140lb girl that will never have abs, toned legs, or hard arms.

One night, while polishing off some ice cream in my sweat pants, I felt particularly gross and decided to just turn in early.  I shut off the lights and fell asleep.  During the night, I was woken by the creaking of what sounded like someone walking on my hard wood floors.  Thinking it was nothing, I turned over and closed my eyes.  An instant later, a cloth was over my mouth and I faded into blackness.

The next memory I had was my eyes slowly opening to a large room that looked like an empty gym.  It had durable floors and mirrors on every wall, but no workout equipment.  After only a short time, a hooded and fully cloaked person appeared through the room's only door.  In a voice that was digitally distorted, the imposing figure said "fear nothing, you shall not be harmed- simply embrace this chamber of change".  Turning and then exiting, he or she left behind a meal, which was egg whites and a half-cup of plain oatmeal.  Since I was starving, that was consumed by me in literally 45 seconds.

Some time later, the figure reappeared and left another meal, and this time it was grilled chicken with mixed vegetables.  Since I didn't die from the last one, and of course I was hungry, this also got eaten.  After, in what seemed to be about the same amount of time gap, the figure came back for a third time with sweet potatoes and lean red meat.  At this point, I was freaked the fuck out that some healthy nut-job abducted me, but even with that clear thought, I yet again ate the meal.  Then, in what his/her last appearance would be, fat-free cottage cheese and a protein shake was left.  After I finished, the lights shut-off and I decided to just give in and sleep.

This methodical pattern persisted for the next 40 days, and I could only tell that by the number of full meals/sleeping periods I received.  As expected, I was losing lots of weight.  My once tight sweat pants now have to be tightly tied in order to stay up at all.  By my estimate, judging from my flat belly and skinny legs, I had to have lost a full 30lbs.  My reflection in all of the mirrors is dramatically different.  Stripping down to the nude, I loved what I saw- long raven black hair, perky tits, slim legs, slender arms, and my gut was totally gone (with my ribs starting to show).  I can only imagine what my skinny-self would look like now in a tight one piece club outfit! 

On the 41st day, I awoke to see the entire room filled with every single workout item ever created.  Dumbbells, benches, bars, machines, plate-loaded, cables, you name it.  The figure appeared, dropped a meal, and then started to turn, but before he/she could exit I said "wait, please, I appreciate what you have done, believe me, this is what I always wanted to look like, but now I want to go home".  The figure turned back and said only 6 words before leaving "the change is not over yet". 

Feeling helpless and forced to comply, I ate the meal, which now consisted of a large protein shake and what had to be at least 10 egg whites.  I then gazed around the room, and thought to myself "fuck it, I literally have nothing better to do at all".  I walked over to the dumbbell rack, picked up the 10lb'ers and started to do some bicep curls.  Instantly, I can feel the swell of blood rushing into my arms for the very first time.  The feeling, commonly known as the "pump", flooded my golf-ball sized biceps.  I like it, in fact, quite a lot.

Over time, I mapped out a routine and perfected my form.  With every passing week, my body improved.  The progress was slow, but steady.  Within 2 weeks, my abs were popping out to a tight 6 pac, and my muscles became fuller as each day went on.  My workouts, which really were more of a day-long event, became insanely difficult as I began to get very strong.

After one month in, I was looking quite buff.  It was fair to say that I was about a light-weight bodybuilder and I loved it.  I could not wait to wake up, eat, and lift.  I was living for it, and frankly, gradually forgot about my confinement.  In fact, I began to accept that this was my life now, and was more than totally fine with it- I greatly enjoyed it.

Month after month passed, and my progress continued.  It was not month 5 into my bodybuilding phase, and my frame mutated into a heavyweight Ms. Olympia contestant.  The scale tipped slightly over 160lbs and I was peeled to the bone- my 8 pac abs were so clearly visible that my skin was a thin as tissue paper.  Everything was big, full, formed, and tighter than tight.

A short time after that, the cloaked figure appeared for the last time and left the door open, along with some clothes.  Before he/she left, I said "wait, how can I repay you for this", the figure only replied with two words "Change Others".

My life resumed from where it left off.  I discovered that the figure paid my apartment lease and secured me a job at an impressive gym.  The following week, I was at the grocery store shopping in my gym spandex and sports bra when I noticed a sexy and very buff girl walk up close to me, she then slowly handed me a card and whispered "the change suits you", and walked off.  On one side it read "your turn" in hand-written letters, I then flipped over the card and it had an address with a title: "The Chamber of Change".

Short and sweet!

[phil123]

Agree: Short and sweet!

What will happen in the "The Chamber of Change" ??