Buttercup already buff

[The_spoon]

For a back story please view my earlier work, "Buttercup getting buff"

This is going to be a new story where our heroine went off to college in a new town away from her home and  her loving and supportive parents.

Buttercup now is 18 years old

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[The_spoon]

James worked at the college gym for the past 3 years, to supplement his income as a student at the college, the doors to the college gym opened and a guy steps into the gym, dressed in a hoodie, the guy is around 5'7 but what drew attention to James was that the looked looked rather masculine and has boulder shoulders like a serious competitive bodybuilder or powerlifter,  although the hoodie hid the man's face his bulking body made its way towards the front desk.

But what seemed particular to James was the fact that this bulking guy walked rather gracefully towards the front desk.


"This dude is probably on a scholarship for the football team." Thought James as he had already helped register 24 new students that day to have access to the college fitness centre."


"I assume you want to  register to have access to the gym?" Asked James as the bulking figure reached the front desk.


The bulking figure stopped in front of the front desk and removed his hood, revealing a petite feminine face topped with pixie-cut blonde locks. James immediately registered the figure was female, much to his surprise.


"Yes, I do." The woman said in a soft, slightly girly voice that was surprising given her intimidating physique


James's jaw nearly dropped as he stared at the woman's body. He couldn't tell if she was on steroids or simply had insane work ethics. The woman seemed to sense James's scepticism and rolled her eyes before fishing out her student ID card from her backpack and handing it over to him.


"Here." She muttered, her voice still soft and shy despite her intimidating appearance.


James couldn't help but feel a little amused by Buttercup's enthusiasm, despite her intimidating appearance. He was used to seeing big, tough-looking guys come through the gym, but this girl was a whole different story.


"No problem," he replied, sliding the student ID back over to her. "But I gotta say, you've got quite an impressive physique. How long have you been working out for?"


Oh, like since I was like 11,         


James's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Eleven?" he repeated, shocked. "That's too young to start working out. You must have been seriously dedicated even back then."


He couldn't help but wonder what kind of training regimen Buttercup had been following all those years to achieve her impressive physique.


"It's so awesome to be here." Said Buttercup enthusiastically.


James chuckled at Buttercup's unabashed enthusiasm, finding it endearing. "I'm glad you're excited," he said, leaning back in his chair. "This campus has a great fitness centre. You'll find everything you need here."


He couldn't help but admire her passion for fitness. It was rare to find someone so into it, especially a young woman.

[musqular6]

This has the potential to be great. Look forward as to how you develop it. Hope to read about her lifting heavy and straining her muscles and possibly getting incredibly strong.

[The_spoon]

Thank you, let's see where this goes.

[The_spoon]

As Buttercup made her way through the gym, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by all the new equipment and people around her. She had been training in Mr. Greg's home basement gym for years, but this was something else entirely.

She found the  free weight section and grabbed some dumbbells of moderate weight and started doing bicep curls, her muscles straining and contracting with every rep.

After doing a couple of warmup sets, she placed the dumbbells down and removed her hoodie. As she removed her hoodie, you could hair a pin drop. There was one or two guys who gasped in astonishment.

Buttercups 220lbs body was ripped, she had a fat percentage of 9%, capped belts visible through a tight XL men's Tshirt that was wrapped around her body that her veins and rock hard protruding sixpack was visible through the cotton mixture as though it was made of lycra.

The silence was almost deafening as all eyes in the gym fell on Buttercup. People stopped their workouts to gawk at her awesome development,as she unintentionally teased her fellow gymgoers by revealing a body that was more often seen on professional bodybuilders than on a college girl.

Buttercup seemed oblivious to the attention,as she felt insecure as the experience of using such a large gym with other people felt new to her.  She picked up two 50lbs dumbbells and started doing shoulder presses, her arms and shoulders rippling with muscle.

A couple of  guys who had been training nearby quickly moved away, their egos bruised by the sight of Buttercup's impressive muscles. Some of them shot jealous glances in her direction, while others mumbled under their breath, clearly intimidated or humiliated by her almost inhuman development.

Meanwhile, Buttercup continued her workout, utterly oblivious to the commotion she was creating. She seemed completely focused on her routine, lifting the weights effortlessly and grunting softly with exertion.

Normally, Buttercup's  biceps are 18 inches when resting, but with all the pumping, lifting and pushing of iron it swelled to 18 ½ inches of ripped and  jacked biceps with pencil thick veins pulsating.




Buttercup noticed  two guys, most probably members of the football club who seemed like they finished using the bench press as she also completed her shoulder raises leaving two plates a side on the bar making the weight 220lbs.

"Hi Guys, sorry to disturb you, but are you  finished with the bench press?" Asked Buttercup quietly almost if she was afraid to bother them.

The guys, who had been watching Buttercup work out from a distance, were surprised to hear her speak. They had been admiring her muscles, but also trying to figure out how this young girl was so You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login of the football players, a beefy guy named Mike, nodded and said, "Yeah, we're done. Go ahead."

The other football player, Jeff, added, "But are you sure you can lift that weight? No offense, but that's a lot for a girl."

"I think I will manage, two plates a side is my warmup." Replied Buttercup innocently.

Mike and Jeff exchanged glances, their eyes widening in disbelief. They had seen a lot of strong people come through the gym, but this young girl was something else entirely.

"A warmup?" Jeff repeated incredulously. "I've been playing football for years and I can barely bench that much."

Mike crossed his arms, still skeptical. "Prove it then."

The football players' jaws dropped as they watched Buttercup effortlessly lift the weight over and over again, her muscles rippling with every rep. They had thought she was lying, but clearly they couldn't have been more wrong.

"Holy crap," Mike muttered, his eyes wide. "That's insane."

Jeff shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you can lift that much. Your face look like a Barbie doll, but you're lifting like you're in the Olympics."

"Well, I might have the face of a Barbie doll but as you can see I've got the body of Conan the barbarian." Giggled buttercup while she blushed.

Mike and Jeff laughed at Buttercup's comparison, shaking their heads in amusement. "You're not wrong," Mike said, rubbing his jaw in awe. "You're like a walking contradiction,you look cute and girly, but you lift like a beast."

Jeff chimed in, "And not just the bench press. I saw you doing those shoulder presses earlier."




Buttercup couldn't help but blush at the compliments she received. They weren't exactly lacking in muscle themselves, but compared to her, they looked average.

"Yeah, I guess I am," she said with a smile, flexing her bicep and making it bulge out even more. "I have been training since I was 11."

"Look, my apologies for asking, but are you natty? Asked Mike.

Buttercup smiled and winked at Mike, amused by his question. "Don't worry about offending me," she said. "And no, I'm not natty. I take steroids, along with a few other supplements."

Jeff raised his eyebrows, surprised by her honesty. "You're not scared of getting caught or anything?" he asked.

" Well I want to compete one day and sadly that is the price you have to pay,and honesty is always the best policy." Said Buttercup as the football players watched as she added more weight to the bar, their eyebrows raised. "You're serious about competing, huh?" said Mike, his arms crossed.

Jeff nodded, his eyes fixed on the increasing weight. "That's commitment."

Buttercup  braced herself, preparing to lift the increased weight. Her muscles bulged and strained, and she grunted softly as she lifted the bar off the rack and began pumping out reps.

"Boys this is 308 lbs, would you guys mind spotting me?" Asked Buttercup.

Mike and Jeff exchanged glances, their eyes widening at the weight Buttercup was lifting. They were used to spotting each other on heavy lifts, but they had never done it for a woman before, let alone one as muscular as Buttercup.

Mike chuckled and said, "Sure, we can."

Jeff added, "We don't want you to drop the bar on yourself."

Buttercup did 8 reps only struggling a bit doing the last two reps

Mike and Jeff watched in awe as Buttercup pumped out eight reps with a weight they would struggle with themselves. "Wow," Mike muttered, his eyes wide. "You make that look easy."

Jeff, his arms crossed, added, "You're you are the first girl we met that are stronger than us, that's for sure."Buttercup set the weight back on the rack and sat up, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Thanks for the spot," she said, breathing heavily.

[JangoFitt5]

Wow, it's good to see you're continuing your stories. I also read your "SUP Bro I am an Alpha" story. You write with such a smooth flow about your characters who put men to shame. Keep it up. 

[The_spoon]

Thanks my man, I've been a gym rat for the past 20 years or so.

[Wookey]

Great to see the story back.

[The_spoon]

After her workout, Buttercup felt fresh and energized. She went to her dorm room and removed her clothes. The young girl moved gracefully towards the shower.

Buttercup looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her massive muscular physique. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how hard she had worked to achieve it. But she also knew that many male bodybuilders would be jealous of her size and strength, and she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe she was being a bit narcissistic

Buttercup shook her head to herself, trying to dismiss the thoughts. "It's not about being better than anyone else," she told herself. "It's about personal growth and accomplishment."

Buttercup placed her hands behind her back and flexed.

"Wow, I look like a superhero." Thought Buttercup as her rockhard solid abs protrude outwards.

As Buttercup stood there flexing her rock-hard abs, she couldn't help but imagine herself standing on stage in a competition, proudly holding her procard in her hands. She had worked so hard to build her physique and she was confident that she would dominate the competition.

"I'm gonna show everyone what this 'Barbie doll' is made of," she thought to herself, a sly smile creeping across her face.

After taking a warm shower she went and prepared her injection.

Using a 1ml syringe she drew up a concoction from 3 different nails, testosterone Propionate, Primobolan and a small almost minute amount of Trenbolone.

Buttercup was extremely regimented with her steroid usage, carefully measuring out her dosages and timing her injections and pills to make sure she was maximizing her gains. She had been taking steroids since she was a young teenager, and her mentor and old neighbor Mr Greg had been there every step of the way, guiding her through it all.

As far as side effects, Buttercup considered herself fortunate that she had avoided the usual ones like acne, hair loss, and deepening of her voice. She believed that starting steroids at a young age had played a role in that.Despite the overall positive experience of using steroids, Buttercup did report experiencing occasional heartburn, particularly when she increased her dosages. It wasn't a severe issue, but it was still slightly bothersome. She chalked it up to a small price to pay for the incredible muscle growth and strength gains she was achieving.

Buttercup was conscious of the fact that her steroid use was costly, and with her parents having to cut her allowance in order to cover her tuition, she knew she would have to find a way to finance her use. She didn't want to be like one of the 'weak men' in the gym who solely relied on testosterone replacement therapy.

Buttercup sat down on her bed and began to brainstorm ideas for potential part-time jobs. She knew it had to be something that could fit into her hectic schedule of gym training and studies, and also provide enough income to cover her steroid expenses.

"Retail might not be a bad idea," she said to herself. "I can work at a store that sells gym equipment or supplements, that way I can get a discount too."She made a mental note to start searching for job openings online and on campus.

"Or maybe I could become a personal trainer at the gym, I know maybe I should ask Mike and his buddy at the gym tomorrow, they seem to know this town." Thought Buttercup

[The_spoon]

A buff and ripped Buttercup was standing at the entrance to the college gym at 05h00 waiting for James to open up.


You're early." remarked James. "most people only come after 07h00."


"Good morning James." said Buttercup, smiling and waving enthusiastically. It gives me enough time to warm up and get a good workout in before I start my classes for the day."


The buff girl stud proceeded towards the free weights section and started doing bicep curls, her warmup weights were heavier than most guys maximum curls.

As she was doing a set to fail using a pair of 50 lbs dumbbells Mike and James entered the gym.


"Looking good Buttercup." shouted Mike.


"Thanks guys, hey I was wondering if I can ask you blokes a favor." enquired Buttercup dropping the heavy weights.


"As long as you don't ask us to spot you, we can't handle the plates you're lifting."joked James.


"No I was just wondering since you guys are more familiar with the college and town than me, if you don't know of a place I can find a part time gig?" asked Buttercup.


"Well, there is always jobs you can do on campus, you can apply to assist lecturers or help out with a science experiment, Heck I know what you will be perfect with, coach Burns is looking for a strength and conditioning coach to assist the rugby team." said Mike triumphantly.


"That sounds awesome, thank you." said Buttercup with determination " Strength and conditioning is so right up my alley."


" Well it's worth a shot, the rugby team needs all the help it can get." Replied James.


Buttercup spent a couple of minutes talking with the guys before continuing with her workout. She made a mental note to track down coach Burns.


Around 13h00 Buttercup finished her last class for the day.

She took a quick break on the front lawn to eat her 3rd meal of the day, a combination of boneless chicken thighs with sweet potatoes in her quest to consume 4000 calories per day. As she sat on the lawn she didn't notice her fellow students staring at her, being a 18 year old female bodybuilder with 18 inch biceps and delts larger than softballs tend to drew attention, although you cannot please everyone some looked at her with pure disgust, envy, jealousy from guys and admiration from others. However Buttercup was well used to people staring at her; she hardly takes notice these days, especially now that she is concentrating hard on the campus map.

"Ah found it." thought Buttercup to herself as she located Coach Burns' office on the map.

"Silly me of course his office would be next to the rugby field.

After her quick meal Buttercup went straight to his office, bypassing the football, hockey and track field as this was an indication of the priority the rugby team is being held by the college.


Buttercup knocked on his door with so much enthusiasm that the noise vibrated throughout his office


"For fucks sake come in" shouted a tired old voice.


When Buttercup entered she encountered a man close to his retirement, pictures of various rugby teams hung in his office with some trophies which she noticed were over a decade old.


"How can I help you?"  asked the man sternly.


"I am looking for coach Burns."



"You found him." replied coach Burns.


"Well I was wondering." began Buttercup.


"No, sorry to waste your time but we don't have a female rugby team." said Coach Burns dismissive.


"Oh no, I don't want to play rugby, I heard you have a position available." said Buttercup weekly as she was jot used to people raising their voice towards her as she grew up quite sheltered.


Coach Burns gave Buttercup a thoughtful stair before smiling. " Let me guess you study something in the fitness field?"


"Yes sir, I have Biokinetics as a major with physiology." replied Buttercup almost close to tears.


"Do you have any experience with coaching rugby players?" ask coach Burns.


"No, but I have experience in strength and conditioning," said Buttercup.


"You have a resume?" asked coach Burns.


"You are looking at my resume." replied Buttercup and flexed a double bicep pose.


Coach Burns leaned back in his chair, sizing up Buttercup's massive arms and broad shoulders. For a second, he looked like he might burst out laughing—but then his expression shifted into genuine interest.


"Well," he said gruffly, rubbing his stubble. "I'll be damned." He stood up and circled her slowly like a scout inspecting livestock at auction.


"You've got the build of someone who *lifts*, that's for sure."


He stopped in front of her again and crossed his arms.


"Alright then—tell me this: What kind of training programs would you design for our forwards? Our props? The scrum half?" 


Buttercup straightened her posture confidently—this was *her* expertise now—and launched into an enthusiastic explanation about periodization cycles, hypertrophy phases versus power specific exercise.


"Sounds good, look we pay minimum wage, but on the plus side you can also get credit which I have to sign off every academic year." Said Coach Burns.


"I'll takeit." Beamed Buttercup.


"Look, you must know that we haven't done a match in years, this is mostly a liberal arts college so we are easy on academics and sports." Said Coach Burns rejectedly.

[JangoFitt5]

    I'm glad you're continuing. It's  amazing!  I wish you would write more often

[Wookey]

Another who is cheering on the resumption of the story

[The_spoon]

Buttercup finished her paperwork with Coach Burns, signing the necessary forms to officially become the rugby team's strength and conditioning assistant. The coach handed her a keycard and keys for access to their training facilities and a printed practice schedule.  She rushed back to her dorm, barely pausing to wolf down meal five—grilled salmon with brown rice—before firing up her laptop. For hours, she poured over rugby player profiles, game footage of past matches analyzing specific positions' demands... then drafted customizable workout plans tailored for each position group.  By late afternoon she took a quick sprint towards the training facilities sports field.   
Coach Burns gestured to Buttercup as the 15 rugby players gathered around, some shirtless and sweaty from warm-up drills.
"Boys, this is Buttercup," he announced. "She's our new strength and conditioning coach—treat her with respect."  The players murmured greetings—some nodding politely while others openly stared at her muscular physique (one even accidentally dropped his water bottle). 
Buttercup cleared her throat and addressed them and started giving instructions on the scrum sledge. She then turned towards coach Burns and whispered. "Why don't we have a reserve bench? If someone gets injured during practice or a game... who covers their position?"   
Coach Burns just shrugged "We usually just scramble if it happens, our college is small and now with the acceptance of  LGBTQ+ 25% of the student body identify as trans, in the past we fielded two teams, now we nearly manage one." 
"Don't worry coach, I will make it a point to recruit more players from the student body." Said Buttercup firmly.  "That would be great and all but our faculty have a preference for football and basketball over rugby." Replied  coach Burns.  Practise ended and the players left towards their dorms, Coach Burns asked Buttercup to lock up and as she was busy locking up 3 girls walked towards her. 

"Hey, are you playing rugby? We saw you on the field earlier." asked one. 

"No," said Buttercup, "I am coaching strength and conditioning.  "Oh that's bad because we thought the coach started including girls as well.  The three girls—all clearly athletes themselves based on their toned arms and athletic wear—looked disappointed.
One of them, a brunette with short hair tied in a ponytail, sighed dramatically.  "Aw man," she said. "Coach Burns *finally* allowing women to join the team would've been huge."   
"Well I don't think it's coach Burns who doesn't allow girls to play, it's the rugby league who doesn't allow for coed play, or i think it is." Replied Buttercup. 
Another girl crossed her arms skeptically and eyed Buttercup's massive frame up and down before asking:   "So... you're just *coaching*? You don't play?"   
"I just started coaching today, I have never played rugby before." Confirmed Buttercup. 
"It's just that when we saw you we thought you were the new forward player for the team, you're massive and I mean in a good way!" Said the blond. 
"Thanks no I just worked out since I was 12, looking at you girls you work out as well?" Ask Bittercup. 
"We do, the three of us met at crossfit and are always looking for new fun activities." Said the brunette. 
"We try out everything, and to be honest rugby is on our bucket list." Said the red haired. 
"Wait, I have an idea, a way around this rule." Smiled Buttercup. 
"a way around this absurd rule, tell me more." Said Hana, the blond girl. 

"Look it's just a matter of semantics really, if you girls say you identify as men then the league will have no choice to include you guys." Said Buttercup innocently. 
"I don't know, lying is wrong." Said Jess the brunette. 
"Even if it serves the greater good?" Smirked Kayla the redhead. 
"Look, we need reserve players." Pleaded Buttercup and after some chatter the girl agreed to give it a shot.

[Wookey]

This is going to be fun

[The_spoon]

Thank you, I think Buttercup and her muscle babe friends are going to show of some muscle and strength maybe emmasculate some male players before maybe moving on to experience a different sport hobby.