#TRANSLATED: [hablia] Isabelle - Cute Girl Next-Door Muscles

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Isabelle is a sweet, adorable girl living with two guys. She gained a lot of muscles and wants to find out how good they are.

This story i translated (by me, not with google translate only) from German version.


Isabelle Part 1

Tom slowly went to the kitchen and made his usual breakfast - coffee and cigarettes. Although he was actually quite stressed, he opened the balcony door and went to the warm summer sun with his cup and lighter. He enjoyed the genial temperatures as he heard the door click behind him. This was probably Ben, who rushes to work every morning. Five minutes later, Isabelle stood behind him in the kitchen. She had curly brown hair, wore a red bikini, and had a half-transparent cloth wrapped around her hips. Her stomach was flat and her shoulders were wider than most of the girls Tom knew. Isabelle had only moved in a few weeks ago, she was only 19 years old, and immediately after her graduation she went to university. She smiled in Tom's direction.
"I'll go for a swim," she said.
"Have fun and try not to drown," replied Tom.
"Have a good time in Norway with your semester abroad. See you and try not to die there, Tom!" She hugged him and disappeared through the door. Tom finished his coffee, took his suitcase out of the room, and headed for the airport. He flew for a semester abroad to a university in Norway. He stayed there for a nearly a year until he returned to Germany.

A few days later after sports he wanted to shower and opened the bathroom door. It was a little foggy in the room and warm damp rose. A blurred shape  was in front of the shower. It was Isabelle who just stood there in bra and underwear in front of Tom. But it was not her ample breasts, which Toms caught curiosity, instead it was her well-trained six pack. A few drops of water still trickled over the bronze-colored muscle bulges.
"The door lock has been broken for a few weeks. We forgot to tell you, "said Isabelle a little embarrassed.
Tom continued to stare at her fit belly and answered with a brief "OK". He could not turn away his eyes from Isabelle's belly muscles.
"Tom...? Tom! You should go out now, "she said. Isabelle gave Tom a light push and he left the bathroom. A little confused by the situation, he went to his room. He wondered how Isabelle had gained such muscles in the last few months.

As Tom entered the living room the next evening, Isabelle and Ben already sat in the living room. He sat down on the couch.
"Sorry for yesterday," Tom said.
"It's fine. We should have repaired the lock earlier, "said Isabelle.
"And what did you do in the last ten months, Isa?"
"Well, I'm a waitress in the bar down the street. And splashing around in the swimming pool was too stupid for me, so I started with proper swim training in a group. This is really exhausting."
"Sounds not bad"said Tom.
Isabelle slipped on the couch and drank a sip of water.
"Tomorrow I have to go shopping with Emma. My old clothes do not fit me anymore."
She pulled off her sweater and had a long-sleeved white shirt underneath. In fact the cloth was surprisingly tight, especially on her arms. Her upper body was also squeezed through the thin fabric and made her tits look really huge.
"Probably a result of plenty of training sessions. Beside swimming I also do strength training. That made my body really grow a lot in size."
She raised her left arm, the fabric was tight around her arm. She bent her arm and a small hill arose from the white shirt. The fabric seemed to be heavily strained at this point.
"My arms feel somehow narrowed in this shirt."
She relaxed her arm and bent it again. Her arm shaped up into a muscular hill again. She pulled her arm a little more toward her head and the sleeves gave a squeaking sound. Some fibers were lose and Isabelles tanned skin shimmered under the white fabric. She continued another time until the shirt released a torn sound and the sleeve hung in shreds of her arm. Then Tom realised how sturdy the fabric had been. Isabelle still flexed her upper arm and the muscles were even bigger then showed under her shirt before. Her biceps peaked shaped like a ball on her upper arm and impressed with an amazing size.
"Well, now that the shirt is broken, I can also free the other arm."
She began to flex her left arm and you could see the muscle play under the sleeves. The fabric was only few resistance, but her biceps expanded rapidly and filling up her sleeve more and more. As her muscles could no longer spread in any direction, the fabric cracked with a loud bang. Her biceps gently bouncing up and down the shreds of its destruction.
"Wow," said Tom impressed. "You must have trained quite hard, Isa!"
She chuckled and said, "You'd be surprised how strong I've become."
To underline this statement she flexed her arms again, smiled and left the living room.

A little later, Tom decided to do a little learning stuff for college. Then Isabelle's voice halled in his room.
"Tom? Tom!? "she cried.
He got up from the chair and went to Isabelle's room. She wore a pink tight top. Through the fabric he could easily noticed her abs. It was impossible to imagine how Isabelle's body had changed.
"I need your help," said Isabelle.
"What do you need?" Tom said.
"You have to help me making a decision. Does this bikini suits me or should I give it back?"
She took her hands out of her hips and pulled the top over her head. The view that she reveled under her top was breathtaking. The bikini sat as tailor-made. Her big breasts completely filled the top. Below was her trained abs which were moving with every step she made into Tom's direction. Isabelle noticed that Tom was mesmerized by her amazing belly.
"Give it a shot, just punch my abs."said Isabelle.
"No, you're fucking kidding? I do not want to hurt you. " answered Tom.
"Believe me, my abs are so hard I could not feel your punches anymore."
Tom hesitated.
"Come on, you're not going to hurt me" said Isabelle with an innocent look of her mesmerizing brown eyes. Tom wind up and punched with his fist against Isabelle's abs.  Her belly did not cave in and her abdominal muscles were as hard as she looked.
"Punch harder," Isabelle screamed. Tom slammed harder. His hand ached as he hit Isabelle's hard six pack.
"It really hurts," said Tom.
"Only for you. I felt hardly anything." she replied.
"You must have really trained every day since I was gone. It's amazing how much muscles you gained in the past months. Your abs are as hard as a stone."
Isabelle blushed and replied a bit shy.
"Wow, how will you react when I will start the flex my abs and not stay relaxed like before?"
Tom was terrified  when he heard what Isabelle just said. She moved closer to Tom and flexed her abs. From her flat, defined belly six muscle hills peaked out. The separation of the six muscle parts was clearly visible. Tom ran his fingers over her abs, which appeared to grow with each of Isabelle's movement. "Come on, punch again," asked Isabelle. Tom looked at his still painful hand and took a step back.
"Are you not feeling well? Or is my female body too strong for you? "
She was looking both embarrassed and seductive.
"Okay, then take this here!"
Tom took a long shot, but instead of ruining his fists again, he grabbed the wooden stick behind him and slammed it with all of his power against Isabelle's abs. When the broomtick landed there it broke into several parts, while Isa's belly remained with no damage.
"You owe me a new one!" Said Isabelle.
"I hope you believe me now that my training has paid off. But I can still convince you more."
She went into push-up position and began to move her body up and down. She did about fifteen reps, then she stopped. She turned back to Tom and said.
"With such simple exercises, I can not pump my muscles any more."
She flexed both arms and tennisball-sized peaks rose on her arm.
"You see, there's nothing."
"Isa, your arms look pretty pumped. I mean a lot of guys would want to have such muscles."
But Isabelle just muttered to herself.
"...find something heavy ... there must be something heavy her.."
Then she suddenly came up with an idea.
"Tom, you have to help me!"
She went back into push-up position and give Tom an expectant look.
"Come on, sit down!" she said.
Tom hesitated briefly, but then sat down on her back. On her broad back he had enough space to sit comfortably, but Isabelle immediately began to move. Tom's 80 kilogram of body weight meant nearly nothing to Isabelle. She pushed  more and more and stopped after forty reps. Tom stood up from her back, leaning on her small but firm butt. Then Isabelle sat down again. And indeed, this exercise worked. She flexed her arm and her biceps reached immense proportions. The pumped biceps had expanded to the size of a grapefruit. Isabelle laughed satisfied and with her other hand she struck the rock hard muscle mountains.
"Not bad for a girl, right? But now I'll show you what the little sweet girl can do with you ... "
and pushed Tom gently on the bed.

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Isabelle Part 2: Party

Isabelle stumbled out of her room and found a small group of people in the living room. It was her flat mate Ben, his friend Mark and Isabelle's friend Emma.
Shy she said "Hi" in the direction of the unknown faces.
"Hey Isa, do you feel like we're going to fluffy, we just wanted to get going?" Isabelle was instantly enthusiastic.
"Here we go".
After all the four had sat round the table, Isa turned the bottle full of expectations. "Ok, let's go." The empty Cola bottle pointed in Ben's direction. He was quite athletic, a little taller than Isabelle, and had cuddly brown hair that hung in his face.
"Okay, you will do a push up battle against Isabelle. Who can do more reps without stopping?"
Ben started fast and did many reps. Isabelle, on the other hand, slowly moved her body up and down. While she did the push ups she always kept on eye on Ben's performance. While Ben's movements after 20 reps became noticeably slower, Isabelle continued tirelessly and without any sweat. Ben was already breathing heavily and his shirt already showed sweat steams.
"This competition does not seem quite fair to me. We have to change something, "said Isabelle.
She pushed her feet off the floor and balanced herself into a handstand.
"So now we have a deal." she said standing upside down on her hands. She bent her arms until her nose tip touched the ground and then she pushed herself forcefully up again. Ben was already struggling and only managed another 10 normal push-ups. Isabelle was not impressed by her opponent. She did 20 push-ups in handstand, not to mention the perfect balance she had. Without being breathless she swinged herself back on the feet again and did a little curtsey in front of Ben and then sat back on the couch.
"Wow, Isa you're really strong. How did you do that? " asked Emma.
"It's not really that difficult if you have a little strength in your upper body," said Isabelle and punched gently on Ben's shoulder.

Ben spun the bottle and some rounds of shameful actions followed. Until Emma was pointed out by the bottle of destiny. She had an good idea.
"We're exchanging the jackets to the person on our right side."
Everyone gave their clothes to the next one, then the girls walked in the kitchen to change clothes. Emma walked back to the living room in Ben's jacket, which was way to big for her small body shape. Isabelle was still in the kitchen for a couple of minutes.
"Damn, it does not fit," said Isabelle from the kitchen.
"It doesn't matter Isabelle. It's not a beauty contest. Ben's jacket is too big for me."yelled Emma, who looked lost in Ben's jacket.
"Don't worry Isabelle, not everyone can have such broad shoulders like me" said Mark.
In fact, Mark was really built. Row training made his upper body muscular and fit. Most girls loved his muscular chest and his broad back. Isabelle stepped out of the kitchen and all three looked a bit confused as Isabelle appeared in the living room.

She was not too small for Mark's jeans shirt. She could only close half of the buttons of the shirt. She had just managed to close the three lower buttons and she could not close the top three ones. Instead they could see Isabelle's bra peaking out.
"It doesn't fit" said Isabelle and trying to bridge the gap of the shirt. Without success.
"Well, Isa ..." Ben said from the couch "you have breasts."
Isabelle put her finger seductively on the lips and asked.
" Do you think my breasts are ... big?"
Ben replied
"Yes, they are already kind of ... "
"Oh, and do you mean just because I have big breasts, I can do this?" said Isabelle angrily.
She put her arms on her hips and pressed her breasts forward. Her back widened, filling more and more of the denim shirt. Between her arms and her waist, the fabric was already strained. Her shoulders looked wide and massive through the shirt, and at the same time it was loosely around her small waist. Mark could hear a quiet crack and Isabelle tried to push harder and then spread her back another time. With a loud ripping sound, Mark's jeans shirt ripped at one side and parts of Isabelles's muscular back were visible.
" This shirt was a little too tight." said Isabelle.
The shirt was strewn with cracks over Isabelle's wide shoulders. Mark was still visibly shocked at what had just happened before his eyes. Finally he clashed and said:
"Well, the shirt was old and the seams were already torn open."
Isabelle could not help laughing.
"Of course sweetie. As a reward I will show you a magic trick. Please stand up and come here"
Mark hesitated and then stood up and before Isabelle. He was just a little taller than Isabelle, who was with 1.75 meter  quite tall for a girl. She stood directly in front of Mark.
"Spread you back as wide as you can. " she said to Mark.
Mark did as he was told. He stood shoulder wide apart and spread his back. His muscles formed his back into an great V-Shape. Isabelle laughed when she saw Mark's quite impressive posing. Then she turned her back to Mark and stood close to him. His shoulders were several centimetres wider than Isabelle ones. But then she started with her amazing performance. She spread her shoulders and her back grew noticeably wider. Inch by inch the pieces of fabric filled around their upper body with an unstoppable muscle mass. Although Mark was a little taller than Isabelle, she also seemed to grow in height. This was due to the fact that her shoulders grew into massive muscle balls with an enormous size. Now she was equally wide as Mark. The group glanced at Isabelle. They knew that Isabelle had a wide back thanks to her swim training, but they didn't thought that she could even compete with Mark.
"Wow, lot of respect. Never thought you were as wide as Mark. I think ... "said Ben.
Isabelle interrupted him.
"Hey, this is rude. Did I say that I am finished?"
With this sentence Isabelle's started her big finale. Slowly but steadily, Mark's body disappeared behind the ever-increasing Isabelle. She outreached him with her broad shoulders. Even the denim shirt  had now given up any resistance and exposed Isabelle's defined shoulders. Two coconut-sized muscle balls which were bigger than Mark's impressive ones. But yet Isabelle's showed way less bodyfit than Mark's body.  The audience of this show couldn't see Mark anymore. Even tough Mark was 5 centimetre taller than Isabelle she made up the height difference with her impressive shoulders and trap muscles. Only his hip part was still visible, since Isabelle's waist was slim like the waist of a runway model. When Isabelle stopped growing her muscles like it was nothing, Ben jumped off the couch to see the size difference of both the posers from the other side.
"So guys, from this side here it looks like Isabelle is at least as five centimetres wider than Mark."

Isabelle nodded contentedly, Mark snorted and went back a step. Isabelle followed him and said, "Oh, how sweet, I bet Mama is proud of her little boy with all his muscles."
Then she gave him a kiss on the cheek. This sentence made Mark really angry.
"You are such an arrogant whore?" yelled Mark.
Quickly he stroke out his left arm and tried to hit Isabelle in the belly. Isabelle seemed to look calmly at his surging rage. When his fist hit her abs, nothing happened. Isabelle used the short break after the hit to get rid of the last parts of Mark's denim shirt.
She showed her upper body only dressed by a bra. She stretched her big breasts seductively in her red bra. Beneath her rack there was a flat, muscular belly. She tightened her stomach and six blocks formed into a deep six pack.
"It Was a bit unfair. Six against one is also a little disproportionate. "
Mark turned mad and punched Isabelle like a punching bag. After thirty seconds, Mark slumped, while Isabelle stood yawning on the exact same spot as before.
"After you started with both hands, I also allowed myself to do a little bit more." She put her hands casually to her narrow waist and tightened her belly part. Two more muscle packs appeared out of nowhere to the six protruding muscle blocks. She proudly presented her well-trained eightpak to Mark and the others, then she turned away and said,
"Please excuse me. I will go to my room. Had hoped that some real men would come to visit us here. "Then she disappeared through the door.