+Notable Author: [fighterpilot909] SERIES: Annika

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Annika

Annika, Part 2

Annika, Meet Jill



Hey all, here's my contribution to the wonderful <Stronger, Younger Girls> thread.  Please let me know how you like it...I literally sat and busted it out in an hour (which was difficult considering the fantasy I was having at the time).  All criticisms are welcome!  Just remember it's my first attempt.......

Annika
by fighterpilot909

Twelve-year old Annika Martin admired herself in the mirror.  The 8th-grader wasn't immune to the pseudo-narcissistic activities of the adolescent girl and she proudly admired the reflection.  But, she wasn't admiring her outfit or her hair. In fact, she wasn't even wearing a shirt.

She was admiring her muscles.

Annika was a self-proclaimed muscle freak.  She loved pumping iron and the rush it gave her, the ability to be stronger than the boys in her grade, even many of the high school boys.  She had first discovered the interest when she was nine, while at a birthday party at the park.  A bodybuilder name Yeon Woo Jhi was posing for a small camera crew nearby, seemingly oblivious to the people around them.  Most of the adults were appalled, maybe a little grossed out by the muscularity that the woman possessed, some of the boys thought it was cool. The girls, however, looked on in amazement as she flexed her meaty biceps and delts, in awe at the way her abs showed through her dress.  Annika and her friends liked to play sports, soccer and track and such, but never really had noticed changes to their body. Sure, they knew gymnasts that had 6-packs, so they had seen muscular girls before. They even asked those girls to flex in school to admire their physique—Annika, though, found she was more interested in the bodybuilders physique than the gymnasts at school.  And that's when she fell in love with muscles.

She started on her own, as soon as she got home that day.  Her parents were reasonably athletic, and her dad liked to work out every once in a while, but hadn't for months because of a busy work schedule amplified by the faltering economy.  She snuck down to the basement for her first workout—she knew exactly what she wanted....arms like that woman! She had done a little research before going downstairs and had a list of exercises she could do: dumbbell curls, hammer curls, hero curls and the like.  Her dad's gym wasn't THAT expansive though, and she had to settle with dumbbell work the first day, the first few months even.  Soccer had made her pretty strong: she could easily curl the 15 lb dumbbells, and could even handle the 20 pounders for a few reps.  She worked out her biceps for a solid half hour, until she could do another rep, and her arms were swollen from exertion and blood rush. She excitedly ran upstairs to her bathroom and locked in, ready to see what her pumped up arms looked like.  She flexed, and her arms solidified into two mounds of strong looking muscle about 10 inches in circumference.  She looked at herself with pride and knew that this was what she wanted.

The first month passed. She did everything she could to get stronger: push ups, sit ups, pull ups, none of which she was particular good at, but got better as her obsession pushed her.  She noticed that soccer was becoming easier, that she was running faster and was able to drive the ball farther.  Even her clothes started to fit differently.  Her birthday arrived in mid-October and she asked her parents for more weights, in lieu of money or toys, flexing her biceps for emphasis, which had grown an entire inch.  They were curious, but didn't question her passion: she genuinely loved to do it and realized that all those times where she "disappeared to play" was spent in their downstairs gym.  So they improved the weight set downstairs, adding a bench and a cable machine, even a squat rack and some standard heavy bars.  Her parents insisted on being there for safety reasons but Annika protested: she wasn't going to get any stronger if she had them helping her left and, besides, it was becoming her private time.  They obliged her and she continued to disappear into the basement with glee for hours daily.

Two years later....

Now 12, and in front of the mirror, she admired the muscularity she had built for herself.  Her delts were capped and rounded, a little larger than softballs. They flared into meaty triceps and a round bicep belly—the 11 inch pipe cleaners had given way to 14.5" of solid, peaked muscle.  Proportionally, the 5'3" girl looked like she would have had 17" biceps if she were several inches taller.  She went into a double biceps pose, her arms rising high, biceps even higher as her mammoth biceps almost touched her forearms. Her forearms were striated and thick but connected with perfectly manicured and feminine hands. 

Her legs were no different: diamond shaped caves, easily seen from the front, stretched the tape at 15" and swept up into large quads with a magnificent sweep, 20 inches around. Her glutes, were round and hard looking...and as hard as they looked. After soccer practice the week before one of the girls had playfully (but with strength) decided to kick her in the butt—she flexed it right before impact and the girl was "graced" with a stubbed big toe.  She was very proud of them.

One of the strongest memories in her mind from that fateful day at the party was the abs showing though the woman's dress, and she vowed to have abs that showed through HER shirts as well.  She did hundreds of crunches daily, with weight, without, upside down, leg raises, whatever she could do to make them as thick as possible. The result was a strongly defined 6-pack that showed through every shirt she wore...and she only wore shirts that would compliment her abs.  Uncovered they were even more spectacular, deep and perfectly shaped.  After a hard workout, she enjoyed watching the sweat run through the crevasses in her abs on their way to "Lake Annika", her belly button.  Her small waist was accentuated by two flaring lats that, when flexed, were twice the width of her midsection.  She was truly a sight to behold.

But her pecs had become her favorite part of her body.  At some point she had discovered that she was building pec muscle faster than anywhere else.  Sure, she took a lot of protein and was a bit of a muscle-building prodigy, but her pecs responded to EVERYTHING and, as she had started working out just before she started puberty, she vowed to blast every appearance of breast into solid pec muscle. She had done just that.  Her chest was covered by two slabs of she-beef an inch and a half deep.  Her upper pecs were just as developed as her lower, though she usually hid that by stuffing the bottom half into a bra that rode up a little higher than normal to give the illusion that she had breasts.  But make no mistake: it was all muscle. She literally bounced at the bottom of a push up because of their size and density.  She reached her hands under the bottom as she looked down at them and hefted them, feeling their weight...they were so heavy! She had even learned how to pec dance....and she played with them a little bit. Her dance was more of a piston pump, though, as the plane of her pecs rose a full inch when she flexed. As she released them her hands brushed ever so lightly over her nipples, and she shuddered.  It felt good to be strong.

She was incredibly strong for her age, or any age, for that matter.  She usually warmed up with 225 for 30 reps on the bench but had never tested her max because of safety.  She could deadlift and squat 300 for each exercise...for reps. Her dad had once walked in on her at the bottom of a squat...and she wasn't moving! He moved to help her up but then saw that she was staring longingly in the mirror at her own reflection!  She was admiring her butt while squatting 300 pounds!  She also excelled at bodyweight movements, pumping out perfect repetitions.  As she continued admiring herself she smiled, remember how earlier in the day her strength had allowed her to have an amazing experience in PE....


It had been her first day of PE of her freshman year...because of her class schedule she didn't take it until the second trimester started in November.  She had completely given up on other sports—it took time away from lifting. At this point no one had seen her incredible body or her strength at all.  She was just a pretty, shy girl that walked the hallways who always seemed to wear nothing but loose-fitting sweats.  This particular day, the gym teacher decided that they would do the presidential fitness challenge.  The school had a very nice gym and encouraged non-athletes to use it at their discretion.  Annika figured that it was time for her to make her coming out.

She let the teacher pass over her, watching as the boys struggled to do 6 or 7 pull ups without full range of motion, and the girls did the dead hang from the bar. One girl even managed to do 3 pull ups....she smirked at their efforts.  Her eyes had been wandering and had seen leaderboards posted high up on the walls from years gone by.  Everyone had finished their testing, doing pull ups, push ups, planks, stretches and shuttle runs, but there was still 30 minutes of class left and she decided that she wanted to break a couple of those records. 

She pulled the teacher aside and asked if she could make an announcement:

"Hey everyone, I just wanted you guys to watch and cheer me on as I take on a few of those leaderboards up on the wall.  Will you guys stick around to support me?"

They of course had no idea what she was talking about, but agreed to stay. That's when she stripped off her shirt and revealed what was on underneath. Everyone, including the gym teacher, gasped audibly.

She was wearing a tight, pink underarmour top, so tight that you could see the veins running down her arms.  Her bottom abs were barely visible because her pecs stuck out so far they didn't allow the fabric to touch her stomach.  It was apparently stretched to near its limit, as it had been a red shirt before she put it on.  She look at the board and saw a workout called "Murph" one of the Crossfit hero workouts: 1 mile run, followed by 100 pull ups, 200 push ups, and 300 air squats, and then another mile run.  She opted only to do the middle part, what was the point of running if they couldn't keep up with her?

She started doing the workout with STRICT pull ups....the coach knew that all crossfitters would kip those pull ups, no one could possibly do that many strict, let alone a 13 year old girl.  But she did, and she did them perfectly, reaching full extension at the bottom with her chest making contact at the top.  She breezes through them in sets of 20, barely sweating at the end.  As she moved on to the push ups she asked for a 45 lb plate to be placed on her back---she completed all 200 push ups plus extra weight perfectly, chest to the floor, no flopping or with her butt stuck up in the air. As rep after rep passed she got increasing more pumped, and aroused, and her arousal fed her pump.  She breezed through the squats without batting an eye and finished the whole workout in just over 25 minutes.  The fastest time for the whole workout as almost an hour...and there was no way, with her soccer background, that she was running 2 15 minute miles.  She told the coach her mile time, which he took her word on and tacked on an addition 10 minutes.  35 minutes totally destroyed the next time.  The class had been forced to leave right after, but the coach remained, along with Billy, who was sitting quietly, unnoticed, in the corner (or so he thought)

Her top was really stressed at this point, her chest having grown half an inch with her pumped, her shoulders and arms throbbing with blood.  She decided to move onto the bench next.  The coach put 2 25's on...she stopped him and said she could handle it.  She put  2 45s on each side—the men's weight for the leaderboard.  She was eying the men's record!  She placed herself under the bar and started her reps. 1....2....3...4....19....20....25.....28..... . Her chest was growing after every rep, and she could feel its pulsating power every time she pushed up. She paused at rep 30 and asked the coach, jokingly, what the record was...she knew it was 25 and she had already broken it, but she was feeling confident after blowing away the class and him that she could do more reps, even more than her previous best.  She pumped out 10 more incredible reps .  She sat up after her 40-rep performance.  No one, not even the football players, had benched like that before, and she was turned on, but didn't want to admit it.  She had her eye on a certain boy that was watching.....

Her arms were monstrous at this point, and her chest stuck out 2 inches from her sternum.  She could barely lift her arms but still she wanted to keep going.  She only had time for one more: The max curl.  The numbers were pretty impressive: 95, 110, 125, 135 pounds, but she knew she could do better. 

She put an empty bar on the ground and loaded it until 150 pounds.   The coach and Billy were flabbergasted: She was going to attempt 150 pounds! She deadlifted the weight to her waist and took a deep breath.  Slowly, the bar came up.  Her arms bulged ominously, threatening to break the fabric, her delts and back bigger than she'd ever seen them.  She completed the curl, the bar touching her chest, and let the bar back down to the bottom...and started, unbelievably, a second curl.  She was clearly at her limit, as she was shaking uncontrollably and veins were bulging everywhere.  But slow, the power of her body dominated that of the weight and she completed a second curl, the cold metal of the bar making contact with her nipples.  Suddenly she started to quake violently as she held the bar up, wracked by a massive, exquisite orgasm.  The bar dropped to the ground with a crash.  She stood for a moment, trembling:

"Ok.  I'm finished"

The coach was dumbfounded.  He had never before seen a display of strength like that from anyone, let alone a 13 year old girl.  He made sure he was ok, and then ran to his office to try and wrap his head around what had just happened (and to jack off, as the whole show had aroused him). No one was going to show up during the free period and he knew he was going to be safe, and that she needed to recover.

Billy and Annika were now alone.

She was still standing, and turned, to face Billy.

"Hi Billy"

He stood staring at her.  He had always thought that she was pretty, but today....today she had become something different.

"I know you've been watching me Billy...not just today, but the whole year.  And that's ok....I've kinda been looking at you too...."

She blushed, and walked over to him. He reached a hand over to touch her arm.

"Wait. I don't want you to see me like this....."

She reached down into her pants, grabbing the bottom of her shirt, and pulled up, the sweat-soaked fabric literally peeling off of her skin.

"I want you to see me like THIS."

He stood in front of arguably the most muscular human being he would ever see.  Her drive to grow, fueled by an unexpected dose of lust and libido had made her bigger than ever before.  Her arms were 14.5" at rest, with pencil thick veins literally throbbing along them.  Her delts were equally as pumped, and massive. And her pecs...oh her pecs had reached another level, sticking out a full two inches from her sternum at rest....she felt a little awkward being topless, and her twitches made her pecs jump and roll with each movement. Then she remember she had no breasts to speak of and calmed down.

"C-c-cann I see your arms?" Billy stammered?

She smiled at him and nodded and brought her arms to bear in a spectacular double biceps flex, her arms bloated over 15 inches in circumference.  She pumped them a few times before returning them to her side...he instantly grabbed them and found that not only were they too big for his hands to go around, they were too hard, even unflexed, to even dent.  In one quick motion, while he was still holding them, she lifted her arm, and him with it, until it was dangling from her unflexed bicep. She told him to hold on and he was amazed as he began to rise up and down...her flexing bicep was lifting all of his weight with no sign of strain!

After letting him down she noticed that he kept on glancing at her chest.

"Hold on a sec, lemme show you something!"

She ran over to the water dispenser and grabbed one of the cups and filled it with water. After handing it to him she went into a ridiculous side-chest pose, her pec bloated bigger than she'd ever seen it.

"Here, put it on top, yeah, like that"

He stared in all at her, and her massive pecs, big enough and with a high enough arch that she could rest a cup on it like a table! He shuddered.

She winked at him and flexed HARD, producing even more muscle and making the cup fly off of her pec. She then took his hands and placed them on her massive mammaries.  He tried to pull away but couldn't'....she was too strong.

"It's ok. I know you want to."

She flexed and bounced her pecs for him, the slabs of meat solidifying under his hands. There was so much and they were so round when they flexed that he could literally grab a handful.  He was in ecstasy, not realizing how much he would love to feel a girls muscles.  She too was in ecstasy, having her own sexual experiences, rolling her hips as he groped her pumped up chest.  After what seemed like an eternity she removed his hands.

"I want to try something...will you help me?"

He nodded quietly.  She led him over the bench bar.

"I want to go for my all time max. I just benched 225 for 40 reps......I KNOW I can do this.  I've done as much as 660 but with your help I know I can do 765.  Help me put 8 plates on each side"

He stood there blinking, but eventually helped her load the weight.  The bar sagged dangerously as she took her position under the bar, and playfully flexed her pecs.

"Here, sit on my stomach.  While I do this.....I need you to..um..." she blushed again, " I need you to play with my nipples, you know, rub them. I'm stronger when I orgasm....."

Speechless, he nodded wordlessly, wide eyed. Had that just happened? Was this going to happen? She grabbed the bar and nodded at him, and he began in earnest, caressing her now erect nipples.  He had seen enough porn already to know that girls were supposed to like this.  She unracked the weight and moaned, and shook from the strain of holding the weight.  Slowly, powerfully, in full control she lowered it to her chest.  At the bottom though, she found that she couldn't lift it!

"Give...me more!!" she gasped.

Billy bent down quickly and started licking one nipple while pulling on the other, while Annika struggled to lift the bar, moaning all the while. Suddenly, she was hit with another huge orgasm and started to shake on the bench. The bar started to rise!

"I....LOVE.....YOU!!!!" she shouted as she hit the depth of the orgasm and simultaneously powered the bar up and racked it.  Billy got up off the floor, where he had been thrown while she was in the throes of her massive release.  He stared at her as she sat up, pecs throbbing, pounding, her arms red from the effort. She looked even bigger than before!

"Will you.....be my boyfriend?"

Billy nodded again, silently.



At home she marveled still at what had happened today, and the records she had broken.  Her pump had calmed down but now she knew she had the potential to get even bigger, and she was going to shoot for it, and then, the Ms. Olympia.  And she knew that, with the help of her new boyfriend, that she could win that contest by 16 years of age.

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Excellent story fp909! I really enjoyed it as I read it, I do love muscle growth by willing yourself and working really hard on it. And one of my favorite story scenes concerning muscle and strength is someone hanging on someone else's bicep, I wish you would have given Billy a height and weight so we know if he was bigger or smaller than Annika, overall. And I liked the ending, it was explored before by spoonmaster, of orgasms making a girl stronger, and I sort of dig those kinds of strength/muscle growth catalysts. k+! I hope you write more!

Only a couple of criticisms, I think you may have the age wrong, unless Annika is a very smart girl who's skipped a couple grades, but from my experience 12 year olds usually are in 6th or 7th grade, and most people who start HS are at least 14, if not 15, but that's a small criticism, just about everything else flowed very nicely and I quite enjoyed it.

PS: The fact that you wrote this in just one hour is really impressive, I can't wait to see what you can do with 2 hours, that should be epic! k+ again!

[fp909]

Oh ok, yeah I skipped a year myself and was 13 as a freshman.....i kind of forgot about that and didn't really think about it.  I've had the idea for a large pec'd, heavily muscled young teen in my head for a while. last time i tried to write this though (over 2 years ago) I wanted to use dialogue and that's just not my style. 

[Jeremy Lightning]

You did a good job of it. I mean I didn't notice much wrong with the story. It definitely made me want to read more of Annika and her adventures. k+ again!

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[fp909]

This story takes place just over two years after the first one.  I mistakenly put Annika's age at 13, when I meant her to be 14, with her birthday coming in October.  This takes place at the Mr. Olympia, late September, so she's very close to turning 16 at this point.  This story takes some cues from another one where a college age girl shows up to a male bodybuilding contest and smokes the guys.  Annika won't be nearly as grossly conditioned or mannish—though I confess, I love that story.  I'll be using the same idea but try to move it in a different direction.


Annika Part 2

A lot as gone down since we last saw Annika (and Billy).  Now on the cusp of their junior year, they have been faithfully devoted to each other, and to Annika's desire to be MISTER Olympia.  She had been training feverishly in the months between the gym adventure and the upcoming show. 

It was the middle of September, and Annika sat on the bench in her basement gym, completely drenched in sweat.  Sure, she had just finished a brutal workout, but the 95 degree heat didn't help any at all—damn the late heat wave.  She had gone completely nude at some point during the workout, much to Billy's delight.  Billy had never gotten interested in the weights, and rather liked it that Annika could be his big strong protector. He wasn't a wimpy guy by any means, average, if anything, but he towered over her 5'7" frame.  He sat, as he always did, in is chair in the corner of the room, working on something to keep him busy while he became incredibly aroused listening to the sounds of Annika working out, knowing that he would get some kind of special treat—a boob job or bicep job or just straight up sex—after a workout like this. 

In the almost two years that had passed, Annika had become an Adonis from the neck down.  Her broad shoulders were bookended by massive delts that were each big enough for Billy to sit on comfortably.  They, in turn, turned into her incredible arms that hung at her side, both easily 16 inches around at rest.  They rested at a slight angle as her lats forced them out—they looked like huge wings, even when relaxed, and caused quite a problem when she had to go clothes shopping.  She wasn't much of a partier either and despite her beauty (and because of her love for Billy) never reveled in dances or semi-formals. She had always been content to spend a night in with him.

Her pecs, which had always been her favorite part, had become man-shaming.  Her cleavage was easily 4 inches deep and to give Bily one of her expert boob-jobs she needed to pry them apart because they were so packed with muscle.  Her nipple placement was fortunate, and she had no breasts to speak of.  She had found the need to learn how to flex them two different ways---their expansion was so great that she had withdrawn from the only competition she had entered before it ever happen as she had totally burst her top off during her routine.  She knew she couldn't go on stage like THAT but had learned how to flex them to only LOOK harder.  However, that was the day that she decided to compete against men.

The rest of her body was accordingly massive.  Huge thighs with a magnificent quad sweep and diamond shaped calves jutting out on the insides.  A cobble-stone 8-pack with deep cuts on a tiny waist.  She looked magnificent.  The muscles weren't just for show either. She had attained a startling degree of strength: her bench had gone to almost 1200 pounds and her "pec press" was almost half that.  The pec press was a workout that only she could do...placing a flat board on her pecs, she would have Billy pile weights on top of them until she was satisfied, and would press the weights using her pec power alone...it was a magnificent site, seeing her press 400+ pounds with just her pecs....the pump was so great that she often found an additional 2 inches of cleavage after one of those workouts, and her pecs had become so dense because of the regimen that Billy often made a game of it to stand on her 4-5 inch deep UNFLEXED pecs and stamp on them to no avail...they was no give at all, even in their relaxed state. She could curl around 700 pounds and 485 in each arm, and was squatting and deadlifting ungodly amounts of weight. 

Her feats of strength were no less impressive as she could pump the back end of a small car like a curling weight for a couple of reps, and had shown that her muscle density was fantastic.  Nothing ever jiggled on her body...just ripples of fantastic female muscle.  During one of their sex sessions Billy had discovered, during the midst of one of her orgasms, that she was fully capable of maneuvering his whole body up and down with her vagina.  She had never noticed it because it hadn't been on purpose but, not that she knew, had devised a way to train her vagina and build its strength.  It wasn't anything super ridiculous, like she had read in internet stories, but she was fully capable of supporting his whole body weight during sex and pumping him wither her powerful feminine muscles alone.

To top it off she was facially stunning, with clear skin and bright eyes and pretty voice. Her physique was perfect and proportionate, even given her size. Everything was just perfect. Well, except for the fact that she had applied to be the youngest Mr. Olympia ever at 15, as Anakin Martin and hadn't figured out how to get by the system yet. 

She finally got up from the bench and stalked towards Billy with a familiar twinkle in her eye.  He looked up, saw the look she gave him, and got up and started to move toward the mattress in the corner..their special sex pad.  She shoot her head no at him and said she had something in mind, and told him to strip.  She guided him up to the pull up bar and told him to lie on the ground. When he did she immediately lept on top of him and pried about her rock-solid pecs and placed his waiting member inside.  He was in ecstasy as she massaged his throbbing penis and showed off her incredible muscle control, making one pec undulate like a steel ocean while the other pumped up and down. Despite their hardness and her strength she was gentle and it felt as if she was using her hands.  When he could take it no longer he ejaculated all over her chest, the juices spurting up from the top of her cleavage and slowly moving down her pecs before dripping to the floor. They never made it to the underside of her pecs, because they were so big.  God, he thought, her pecs have an UNDERSIDE. 

She kept on smiling at him, knowing that they both wanted to go again.....after a few minutes his penis became hard again (his recovery time was remarkable) and THIS time she told him that she had been training for this moment for a while.  She lowered herself onto his shaft and sucked him into her super-strong vagina and stood up.  This came as no surprise to him as he had felt this before, but what came next was a doozy.  She jumped up to the pull up bar and started pumping out reps, her massive chest hitting the bar and Billy's body moving in and out and she moved up and down.  She was displaying a level of strength and endurance that he had never witness and continued to impress as she alternated hands, never dropping from the bar and never letting him go.  He felt her pull hard and looked up to find that she had gotten her chest up and over the bar and was now dangling from the bar only using her pectorals.  Her pumping of his shaft became faster as she dangled there and, impossibly, started to rise higher as she started flexing her pecs, her expansion so great that she was actually performing a pull up on the bar, WITH his weight attached!

He could take it no longer, the sight of this muscle goddess not yet 16 years old, and his body convulsed as he orgasmed again.  She wasn't far behind, as she began leaking juices and started shaking with the exertion of trying to keep him from falling and experiencing nirvana.  Finally, it ended and she slowly let him drop to the floor.  He looked up at her again, knowing that the intensity of the orgasm had increased her strength yet again, and she was doing pull ups by her pecs with ease, rising inches with every rep.  (Incredibly, Billy was hard again at this sight).  She looked down and winked, then put her hands on the bar, dropped down to a hang, and then did a sideways pull up, making sure that her body was in line with the bar.  With a deep breath, and impossible muscle control, she flexed her pecs in such a way that they actually separated, revealing a huge chasm, and pulled herself up so that the bar was in between, and released the flex.  Her pecs slammed together, making the bar thrum with the vibration.  What she did next was insane.

She let go of the bar with her hands and legs, and hung from the bar, using only the massive power of her titanic pecs.  She didn't waver or shake, using her steel hard core to stay in position.  Slowly, she began to flex a different way, and her pecs began to grow, and grow, Slowly she reached up and grabbed the sides of her pecs with her hands and began to push inwards. There was a groan of metal as slowly, the thick steel bar began to compress inwards, yielding to her strength.  As she worked her nipples began to grow and grow as she became increasingly aroused and she removed one of her hands and began to finger herself.  She quickly reached her climax but couldn't hold on and dropped to the mat below.  The bar had been crushed to a paper-thinness by her strength, and Billy had watched on in awe.  Seeing her lying on the ground, he orgasmed spontaneously, not having touched himself during the whole ordeal.


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A few hours passed before they were fully recovered, and had showered, and they sat on her bed cuddling, his head on her strong and full chest, her gigantic arms around him.  He got up suddenly, and faced her, asking how they were going to convince the judges that she was, in fact, a man at the competition? Sure her body was perfect, and they could cut her hair, but because she was incredibly gorgeous she could never pass for a man, and didn't have any hardware down south....surely people would notice.  She told him that she had been thinking about it too...and hadn't come up with anything.  They sat in silence for a while, wondering if she would have to withdraw when, all of a sudden, Billy got up excitedly and started to tell her HIS plan:

They would pass it off as some kind of medical reason, some skin condition that required that her face be completely covered lest she be damaged by the intense stage lighting.  With a forged doctor's excuse on a stolen prescription pad, a believable mask, and a wig (and an appropriately placed sock) they might be able to pull it off.  A typical get-out-of-school free card applied to their situation.

They resolved to do it, and they did. He stole some paper from his doctor while he had left the room and wrote the note, while she shopped for manly looking masks.  Three days before the contest they had their materials and were ready to pull off the impossible.

The day of the competition she arrived at the check-in and using her well-practiced Anakin voice, told the official about her situation.  He He looked skeptical (and shocked at the registration age) until they produced the note, and then looked up at her sympathetically before handing over her number card and pointing her off to the pump room.  He shook his head, watching the massive 15 year old walk away, actually remembering that he had heard something about this young phenom that had been given a waiver based on the photos that had been sent in.

They entered the pump room and found a corner for Billy to tan her up in.  She was nervous, having only posed naked for Billy (and those pictures) but he punched her lightly on the chest and reminded her who the best in the room was.  Slowly she took off her XXL sweats and pants and faced the room.  The man next to her gasped—he, at 6'2" and over 200 pounds himself, was in all by this little monster standing next to him.  He asked about the mask and they explained...she was relieved when he bought it.  The costume was working out perfectly.  They heard whispers around the room as more competitors noticed her absolutely perfect and huge physique.  She smiled to herself as Billy oiled her down, noticing that he was sporting a raging erection...she warned him under her breath to calm down, they didn't want anyone thinking he was gay, did they?

In the meantime, men had been called out by their respective weight classes until only the heavyweights remained: Annika and 4 other men, all huge and in great conditioning.  They wondered why she had never touched a weight—none of the weights there would even get her warmed up, let alone give her a pump.  She would do THAT on stage.  Finally they called her and the others out and they strutted on stage.  They audience gasped when they heard the age called out for "Anakin"—sure this behemoth of a child had to be taking some ridiculous drugs.  She fit in with the other pumped up roiders perfectly, her muscles oiled and tanned and bulging, but she wasn't done yet. 

As the judges called out the mandatories it became evident just how much the newcomer outclasses the older men in every way.  Bigger, harder, more sculpted...everything was complete perfection.  Ass she posed she tried to keep her pump down as her heart raced, she was so nervous and didn't want to blow it, but she kept her cool. The judges watched in awe as Anakin moved through the poses seamlessly and dominated the other men.  Finally, it was over, and they were ready to proclaim the winner.  Impossibly, they had to crown Anakin, he was just too good!

As they were handing out trophies she fidgeted in a girlish way to wait her turn until, FINALLY, they announced her as the winner.  She strutted up to the trophy and shook the judges hand and was about to start posing again when, unexpectedly to the crowd, she reached into her speedo and pulled out....a sock! The crowd gasped, and gasped again as she took off her wig letting her golden brown hair fall down her massive back and took off her mask, revealing the most beautiful girl any of them had ever seen. She grabbed the microphone from the speechless judges hand and said to the crowd that she was sorry that she had deceived everyone, but that her name was really Annika, she was indeed 15, and SHE was the newly crowned Mr. Olympia.  The hall was silent—no one knew what to do or say!

Annika did, though. She stood there, flexing off parts of her body and starting to pump her arms and chest.  She was becoming VISIBLY bigger by the second, her man-shaming chest easily twice as big as the biggest man on stage, her arms sprouting veins like crazy.  Finally she started to pose.

She started with a double bicep, her mountains of muscle exploding into 19 (Nineteen!!) inches of feminine power.  Amazingly, even stretched out because of the pose, her pecs were still 3 inches deep and she began to dance them as only she could, moving her biceps in rhythm.  With every flex her massive chest touched her chin, rippling like molten steel and as hard as stone.  She did her abs next, her arms exploding behind her head, her thigh and calf exploding as they hit the floor. Her stomach went from washboard to ridiculous, showing 8 muscles the size of cueballs with a deepness between them to confirm that size.  Someone started cheering in the back—it was Billy, rooting her on. Suddenly the crowd erupted too, so impressed by her body that they could do nothing else.

Next was a side chest, her favorite.  As she moved into the pose she didn't need to flex—her pec girth was already that ridiculous—but she decided to give them a show.  With control she flexed one pec and it grew and grew until it rested against her chin, almost cubical in shape. Her bicep had slowly also gotten bigger and was stretching the tape at 20 inches! She moved into a late spread and the crowd gasped—her 747 size lats were enormous, easily 4 times the size of her tiny, feminie waist, the crevasses and valleys in her back too deep to believe.  She moved into her last pose—a most muscular.  She hadn't done one in a while because of the devastating effect it had on clothes (and Billy) but it was time, time to show the world that she was out there.  She crunched down into the most spectacular crab flex ever conceived, her bloated biceps already touching her masculine chest, which was still growing.  And growing! They had never been this big before but, then again, she had never flexed THIS hard.  Soon the space created between her arms and torso was completely filled with muscle. She stood up, showing just how big they had become. 

They were the size of malformed soccer balls, the muscle fighting for space at her sternum and incredibly striated.  Her nipples had disappeared at some point, displaced by the amount of muscle that had just appeared.  They were so big and so round that they looked like huge tits, but she knew better. They all knew better.  She glanced around the stage and saw a small dumbbell lying off stage.  She quickly ran and grabbed it and spoke into the microphone:

"This is to prove that I worked hard for this muscle, and it's not for show. I'm all natural baby! And stronger than you could ever imagine"

With that she pried open her mammoth mammaries  and inserted the two pound dumbbell.  It fit snugly as she let her pecs close over them.  The crowd applauded wildly, then stopped as she put her hand up to silence them.  Then her face went into a look a deep concentration. She stood there, seemingly not doing anything—that is, until people noticed her chest gently rolling.  She was actively flexing SPECIFIC muscle in the base of her chest and was doing something in there.  She turned around, made some invisible motion, and turned again to face the crowd, holding a completely FLAT dumbbell that had been crushed by the power of her pecs.  Then she placed it between her bicep and fore arm, flexed quickly, snapping the metal in two, and held both ends in her palm, closed them, and began to squeeze them next to the mike.  She started to shake with the exertion, struggling to crush it with one hand.  Suddenly she gasped, as she felt her now-aroused nipples become erect and brush the sensitive underside of her breasts, so massive were her pecs.  She shuddered as she keep on squeezing and felt an explosion go off inside as she was wrecked by the biggest orgasm yet—suddenly there was a loud squealing noise as the metal started to give way, crushed under her orgasm enhanced grip.  She looked at the crowd with a simper, dropped the mangled metal and pranced off stage, her chest not moving at all as she skipped. 


In the coming months the internet would explode with images and rumors of this hulkish girl. Where did she come from, and how did she possibly sneak into the competition? She was eventually found and got offers from magazines and online sites for shoots.  People begged her to start doing webcam sessions so she did for a little extra money, but wouldn't go topless unless Billy gave the OK.  When she turned 16 she entered a weightlifting competition for the mens superheavy division, easy doubling or tripling their lifts.  In one show of strength she benched some guys max using only her pecs for several reps, the bar never making an indent, and in another walking over to a squat rack, balancing the massive amount of weight on her pecs, walking over to a deadlift station and, squatting, deadlifted the weight while she balanced the superheavy weight on her pecs.  She was receiving tons of attention but never forgot about Billy.  In fact, they spent more time together than ever, she performed her most private strength feats while he watched on in awe, ravenous sex, the works.  She eventually stopped appearing, because she wanted to get bigger in better in preparation for next years Mr. Universe—she would make another huge appearance, but that's another story. 

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Wow! This story is just incredible! I love her muscle, I love her strength, I love just about everything about Annika, and I love your story telling style, she truly thrashed all the males at the BBing competition, then decided to blow the contestants, the judges, and the audiences minds by showing not only is she female, but 15 years old, and even stronger than she looks, a whole lot stronger. Then she goes to a weightlifting competition and completely decimated the competition there, easily lifting weights that these huge men were struggling with. I would've loved to see her go to a World's strongest man competion to see what she could do with some of those contests. I am very much looking forward to seeing more of Annika's muscle and strength! k+!

PS: Also, after looking at it more closely, the feats you had Annika doing with just her pecs alone blew me away, I would love to see her do something at the WSM with them, maybe juggle the Atlas Stones, maybe pick the fingal fingers up with her hands, place it on her pecs and pec flex them over so hard and fast that the pads can't protect the concrete, cracking it, and instead of holding a rope with her hands, she puts it in between her pecs, and runs backward, doing the tug of war against the next best 5 strongman competitors at the same time.

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Anything you guys would like to see?

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If you you mean bigger, rock hard pecs, then I'm right there with you.

i'm thinkin that they won't get much deeper than 5 inches but instead will ahve impossible density and she'l have ridiculous muscle control. the next one will probably be around 2 months after the competition, after she learns of her newfound superhuman strength after the on-stage orgasm.

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**this is partially influenced by a story written in italian about a well-endowed 9-12 (over the course of the story) year old--I've decided to include a similar character in my Annika line, but as Billy's little sister and kind-of love interest for Annika. I'll start off with her story and then move from there. It gets a little "ridiculous" but I wanted her to be some crazy mesomorph.  I'm pretty sure it gets progressively more ridiculous but I had fun writing it and imagining a girl with a body like this (though maybe save for the huge clit). Hope you like!**


Annika, Meet Jill
by fighterpilot909
Annika meets Bill's Little Sister

Jill had always been the odd one in the family. The youngest of four children, she was blond when the others were brunette, and athletic while the others were average at best.  When she was four she begged to be put in gymnastics--it was an obvious choice since she was already very strong for a four-year-old and even had some noticeable muscle, though her parents chalked it up to thinness. 
Her athletic prowess was evident even in the first year as she advanced several levels, much faster than any of her teammates that started alongside her, and by the time she was five she was competing at Level Five.  That noticeable muscle had only been a hint at what was to come--gymnastics treated her well, and her physique had undergone quite a transformation already, her shoulders and legs broadening, her stomach becoming more taught.  She continued with gymnastics for years, getting stronger and more skilled every day. 

Now thirteen, Jill was a sight to behold. eight years of hard training six days a week had turned her into a 4'11" powerhouse.  While the other gymnasts she trained with were certainly muscular, she was on another level completely, as developed as many of the older boys at her gym.  Her coaches knew that she would sometimes sneak off to the weight room to do exercises that they frowned upon, that would make her "bulky" but she didn't care because she liked how she looked and, frankly, neither did they because she was so good. Good enough, in fact, that she competed alongside the boys as well. 

Her cute face and blond hair belied the physique that was impossible below her chin. A bull neck, bookended by large trapezius muscles, sat atop the broadest shoulders that were highlighted by softball sized delta that each had a bulging vein that ran under her leotard toward her chest--and what a chest it was! Two plates of striated and thick muscle a half-inch deep started at her sternum and continued until her abdominals which were eight clearly-separated chunks of muscle a quarter inch deep, but also spread out wide and even extended a bit beyond to create a lip over her armpits.  She didn't have any breasts yet (and didn't think she ever would since her mother wasn't well endowed in that area) but didn't care since she blasted them with push ups daily.  Her strength was legendary in the gym, and rumors floated around concerning her push up capacity: she had supposedly, at her 11th birthday party, been challenged to a contest by one of the older boys and won decisively, performing over 900 push ups in a single set. Her thick pectorals were framed by the biggest arms ever seen on a child, pushing 14 inches unflexed with a puffy, grey vein that rain down the bicep which branched into a tributary of veinage on her huge forearms.   Her arms were pushed out to an almost 45 degree angle by her lats, which were easily seen from the front.  Her back was so wide and developed (after hundreds of thousands of pull ups) that she no longer could even wear women's leotards, and had resorted to wearing mens tops (and bottoms) at all times.  Actually, this was the rule in general, as she often wore men's large-sized clothing on a daily basis to accommodate her Olympian physique.

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Her lower body was equally as eye-popping.  Her colossal quads were so enormous and developed that when she flexed them they would take on a rectangular shape--though they were shredded beyond belief they had tremendous girth which actually prevented her from standing with her feet together--not that that would have been possible with her softball sized calves that jutted together, squished to fight for room and covered in veins.  Her globular butt was perfect in every way, and impossible to dent. All of the squats she had don't had paid off.

Though she had never measured herself or tested the true limits of her awesome strength she did know her benchmarks and impressive feats. She was capable of holding an iron cross for 10 full minutes and holding a 30 minute plank with 300lbs on her back.  She had once held an L-sit on the rings with 150lbs loaded on her legs for almost 5 minutes before coming down.  She was the only girl in the area capable of doing strict ring AND bar muscle ups--she did both with the greatest of ease, doing dozens of reps in a set without tiring.  Her training was normal save for the fact that she wore a custom training suit that allowed her to carry 200lbs of lead on her, evenly distributed around her body--the result in competition was devastating as she was so fast and powerful that no one could actually accomplish the level of mastery that she did. 

Her weight room adventures were frightening, to say the least. She had never maxed out before but could curl a 135lb barbell easily and was often seen bench pressing 250 for reps, and squatting  315 for multiple sets of 15. Though her coaches hated that she lifted she loved it, knowing that she was stronger than so many men at such a young age. 

Jill, quite simply, was a goddess.

And though she loved her body she was incredibly shy about it. She had never flexed in her life, not even for herself, and kept covered up most of the time.  Even at home she kept covered up to avoid comments from her siblings (though her physique drove her older brother Billy wild). Strangely enough, though she wasn't sexually active at all, she was often aroused, though not by her own muscles.  Even at the tender age of 13 she had discovered the art of masturbation and practiced it often. She had no idea her effect on him until one day he brought his girlfriend Annika home.

They had been dating for a while now, and she came home with him for the first time after her triumph at the men's bodybuilding show where she had defeated an array of heavyweight males to claim the title.  But nothing could prepare her for what she was about to experience.

They came home after school one day to his house to the clanging of weights coming from below the first level. 

"Wow, Billy, sounds like someone is throwing around some serious weight! Is that your dad or something?"

"No..." He said sheepishly, "it's my sister actually"

"Oh! I had no idea you had siblings! That's really cool--she must play sports in college judging by whats going on down there"

Billy froze for a second before breaking the news to her. "Uh, Annika, my sister is 13...she's the youngest in my family and she's, well, why don't you see for herself"

Now, as you remember, Annika was no slouch herself. Though not as compact as Jill, Annika packed a mega amount of muscle on her small frame, now boasting 17 inch biceps (unflexed) and massive musculature in her upper body. Her pecs, her pride and joy, hung over a ripped 8-pack like a balcony of muscle, inches thick even when relaxed. Her legs we equally as eye-popping, her quads and calves burgeoning with solid, ripped muscle.  She was very proud of her development and her improvements since the competition, but nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see.

As they made their way down the basement steps a massive back, really a small wall of muscle, came into view. And what a back it was! The thickness of her crevasses in her back and the high development of the muscle shocked even Annika, and she stopped where she was--but then started looking up as she saw why the back kept on bulging with obscene amounts of muscle.  Jill was doing strict shoulder presses with a barbell, starting with it on her shoulders and slowly pushing with total control until her arms were locked out overhead.  Each rep was perfect in every way--each rep with 285 pounds, that is. They stood quietly behind her while she finished a set of unknown length, though they waited for twenty reps after reaching the bottom of the stairs. 

She racked the weight on her shoulders, changed her grip and reverse curled--REVERSE CURLED--the weight slowly until it was at her waist and then let it drop to the floor with a thud.

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"Hey sis, this is Annika, my girlfriend, she really wants to meet you!"

Jill turned around--revealing her shockingly muscular front with a tank top that looked painted on--and looked at Annika with the same awe that Annika did her. The two young muscle goddesses looked each other up and down, and side to side (there was that much girth).  Finally, Annika broke the silence:

"Billy, I think you need to go."

He looked at her weirdly, but the look she gave him left him without question--he was going to have to miss this epic showdown workout that he knew was about to happen. Once he had left, they stared for a bit more, getting increasingly turned on.  Then she started grilling Jill with questions--how long she was a gymnast (8 years), how long she had been weight training (only 3), what could she lift (she never maxed out because she worked out alone) and what her measurements were (she'd never even flexed).

"Well Jill, I'm VERY strong myself, so now you have a workout buddy! I think its time to see how strong and big you REALLY are!"

So it began. An epic display of strength and musculature. Because she had just down strict press, they started with curls.  After seeing her easily reverse curl the 285 pound barbell she had her start off with 315 lbs.  She curled that for 15 reps, though the last 2 were tough. Her arms were bulging and her veins had become a roadmap of engorged lines.  Her biceps looked to be 16 inches around now with a massive peak.  She made an educated guess and loaded the bar with 405 and told her to give it her all.

Jill walked up to the bar and deadlifted it easily.  She took a few breaths, slowed, then her physique suddenly became chiseled beyond belief.  Slowly the bar came upwards, passing halfway, until she slammed the bar into her now-bulging pecs--she shot a brilliant smile over at Annika, giddy with excitement before lowering the bar and starting a second, orgasm-inducing curl.  Annika shuddered with excitement as the 11 year old curled the weight a second time before being totally taxed. 

"Jill can you flex for me? Just your arms please"

"Oh...I don't know how" she said sheepishly "I've never flexed before. Can you show me?"

Annika smiled and nodded, and went into a mind-numbing double bicep for a moment before lowering her arms once more and showing her how do to it.  She awkwardly brought her arms up and squeezed a little--her arms bulged menacingly but her forearms were pushed up on her upper arms, like any young gymnast would flex.

"here, lift your forearm a bit, let those babies grow, and then squeeze again!"

Jill bit her lip and fixed her stance. And flexed.  And flexed.  Her 15 inch pumped arms, relaxed, slowly grew and grew, forming a peak long before halfway.  Soon the split was highly visible, and then suddenly there was a whole other head on the bicep! She stared in awe at her own arm before Annika asked if she was done. 

"No, I think I have a little bit more in me!"

She looked at her arm and squeezed at the top of the flex.  Her bicep grew some more until it touched the bottom of her fist.  The cone shaped mountain of muscle was incredible. Because she was so short there wasn't tons of room for her to fill but still, the muscle was out of control.  The actual bicep itself cleared the plane of her arm and rose unchallenged by any other muscle group until it reached her first.  Annika tried putting one hand around the actual bicep itself but it was so thick it needed her other hand to complete the chain.  An angry vein pulsed all the way up and around the inhumanly developed muscle--Annika quickly grabbed a measuring tape and wrapped it around the arm.

"Oh my God....19 inches...." she thought, "that's bigger than I was until this year!

"So how big is it??" Jill asked

"Um 19 inches...."

"How big are yours Annika?'

"Right now....22 inches flexed...but you're so young! When I was your age my muscles certainly weren't that big!"

And they weren't.  The truth was she was standing in front of a girl that would quickly eclipse her, not that she minded, since she figured they would be great friends after this whole experience.  The very thought of someone challenging her was a turn on and she began to grow wet in her panties.  She needed to see her with her top off--clearly the next flex was going to be a most muscular.  She quickly showed Jill how to do the pose before letting her give it a try herself. Jill pulled her arms back and then crunched into the most ridiculous crab pose Annika had seen since....well herself! Veins of various thickness stood out everywhere, her traps exploded up her neck and her biceps came into contact with her throbbing pecs, which were an inch and a half deep now.  Almost instantly the straps that were keeping her shirt  "on" burst off and her front and back started to peel off in the midst of the flex because of all the sweat.  Annika slowly reached for a corner of fabric and pulled down on it, revealing the goddess-like body underneath.  As Jill released the flex, and Annika kept on peeling, the truth of her upper body was revealed.

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She was perfect. Adonis-like.  As male-shaming as Annika was.  Devil's horns of crazy thickness ran down into her gymnastics sweats along with tons of veinage was feeding a six...no an eight, no...a TEN pack of thick abdominals. These led up into her pumped pecs--her nipples, like Annika's, were well placed and her pecs themselves looked like someone had stuffed a book on each side, because they were so squarish and thick.  Annika reached out with the intention of hefting the muscular weight of Jill's pecs in her hand but to no avail--they didn't even hang down a little bit, just straight out.

"Jill, can you relax your flex for me?"

"Oh, I'm not flexing my chest Annika! I'm just standing regular!"

"Oh my God"-- Annika thought "her pecs are so muscular they don't even sag an inch!"

"Do you want me to try and flex them? I think I can do it!" said Jill

"Mmmmm sure" Annika moaned, shuddering a tiny bit.

Jill had a look of concentration on her face as she tried to figure out how to flex her pecs.  They quivered a bit and then suddenly they were three inches deep, in the blink of an eye.  Her muscle expansion was incredible...she needed to bench, and NOW.

"Jill, that was amazing! I can't believe you're only 13 and you have a chest like that, it's perfect!"

"Aww thanks! But not as perfect as yours, I totally want to have pecs that big!"

"You'll get there soon probably," Annika said to herself...."Ok how bout I see you bench a little?"

"Okey done...its not my bench day but I really want to impress you!"

Jill bounced to the bench station, where a bar was loaded with 4 45's on each end.  Clearly she had been super setting with this weight in her last work out since she just curled 405 twice, and already she had started removing the plates and replacing them with 100 pounders, until there were 5 on each side!

"Jill...thats over half a ton....."

"I know!! I've never lifted this much but today seems like a day for records, and with you to spot me, I'll be fine!"

She slid under while Annika took the spotters position behind her, and gripped the bar.  After a couple of deep breaths she pushed HARD and unranked the weight.  Her upper body simply exploded with new muscle everywhere to compensate, especially as she slowly let the bar down to her bulging chest...and at the bottom took a pause and started to power the bar back up. it seemed impossible that this super-powered 13 year old was benching over 1000 pounds but yet it was being done! At the top of her rep she paused, took a deep breath, and did it YET AGAIN, though the end of the second rep was brutal and she screamed as she pushed the bar up.  It seemed like an eternity before she finished the rep, but she DID and then racked the weight and bounced up off the bench.

"Grab the tape, I'm gonna flex again!"

Annika sprinted do grab the weight from the other side of the room.  She wanted to know so badly.  When she got back to Jill her arms were already outstretched. Ready to flex.  And then she started.  Like before a peak had formed before she was even halfway done--it was like watching two cogs come together as her forearm moved closer to her growing bicep. Finally they reached the size from before, as it touched the bottom of her fist.  Then she opened up her hand, physique competitor style....and continued flexing. Her bicep shot up, VERTICALLY another three inches before she finished.  Annika quickly moved the tape around the arm...

"26...26 inches Jill...."

"Wow, I must have been really pumped from benching!" she gasped as she gazed up at her peak.  THe shape had changed a little and had started to taper as it neared the top instead of being round like a baseball.

Annika had seen enough. She really wanted to see Jill's legs but wanted to sex her more. She whispered something into Jill's ear and her eyes went wide, but then she started shaking her head violently.

"I can't do that.....you'll think..I'm a freak!"

"No no baby girl, you'll be fine, I promise!"

"well....Okay....but you asked for it"

She bent over and started peeling her pants down her massive legs. Annika's eyes went wide when she saw their immense girth and development and knew that another day like this had to happen soon. This girl was too incredible to enjoy in one sitting.  But as she continued down she noticed that Jill was wearing an athletic cup....which was weird because girls had no use for them.

"Jill, umm....why are you wearing a cup...?"

"well...when I work out I get pretty horny and all.....but I'm not normal down there and i have to wear this" she said as she began taking off the undergarment. As she did so Annika gasped as a magnificently large clit unfurled itself and hung between her legs at a length of 5 inches.

"Yeah I've never flexed my muscles before...except for this one. But I can't go without the cup because...well people see it and think I'm a guy and I'm not! It's so embarrassing. But you seem to really like it so I'll flex it for you." she said with a gleam in her eye, as her horny side began to take over.

Suddenly her lower body and abs tensed up, and her clit began rising, and growing! She caressed it gently for good measure as her she cock rose and grew to a 7 inch monster.  Annika couldn't take it any longer and orgasmed spontaneously and violently, dropping to her knees and shaking uncontrollably at the power and control this goddess possessed.  It lasted for a full 30 seconds and she needed another minute to recover before she looked up and said "I need you to fuck me, fuck me now"

Now Jill was in her element. Her horny side always made her act a little older and a little more confident. It was like she was a completely different person when she said "Yes, yes I will....but what do you want inside you first? My clit or my bicep.....?"

Annika noticed the sudden change in demeanor, from an innocent girl to a horny pre-teen with pent up sexual energy but didn't care.  She didn't know which to chose and kept glancing between one and the other.

Jill whispered "I can see you want both....I can give you both if you want...?"

Annika nodded silently. Then Jill padded over to where she stood and bent, reached her arm through Annika's super muscular legs and stood up with her sitting on one, huge, unflexed right arm. She squeezed her legs tight to keep herself from falling to either side....it could happen she was so turned on at this point.  Slowly Jill began to flex--Annika could feel her legs being spread apart by the unrelenting force that was Jill's right bicep.  She tried to squeeze down harder but to no avail--the growing arm was too strong for her legs to handle in her current state.  She tried to clench her pussy shut but her wetness, and the hardness of Jill's bicep made it impossible and the peak spread her open and she welcomed the peak of the impossible hard bicep, and began to rise as the muscle pushed her upward and reached its full 26 inch girth. 

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Jill began to twist her fist around, causing the peak to bob and flow, rubbing against Annika's sex nub and causing her to moan with pleasure.  In the midst of her arousal she looked down and saw that Jill was furiously pumping away at her enlarged clit with her left hand, like the she-cock it was.  The thing was an inch in diameter and boasted a couple of veins down its 7 inch length.  The bicep continued to ebb and flow in the mouth of Annika's pussy until Jill decided she was going to flex harder than she had ever done that day and squeezed with all her might.  The impossible happened--new muscle formed instantly at the top of her bicep and erupted three inches VERTICALLY into Annika's vagina, tapering so that more of the incredible muscle fit inside the hole.  She gasped and immediately orgasmed, sending juices streaming down the monumental bicep of a 13 year old girl, who didn't seem to have noticed the 200+ pound muscle girl bucking and humping against her impossible bicep and was still pumping away at her own pace.   

She hadn't seemed to have noticed that Annika had orgasmed and was still flexing her monumental bicep, more intensely now.  Her eyes closed, she started to extended her arm until it was parallel with the ground and then slammed her forearm back up in a powerful flex that made Annika jump a foot off of her beefy and ripped and huge bicep. 

"This is so hot" she thought to herself. I'm getting off a girl with my bicep ALONE...i never realized how good it felt to flex my arms, i mean i knew they were HUGE but to see them like this is amazing!Ugh it feels so good to be stronger and bigger than a man in EVERY WAY!!"

In the midst of her thoughts she felt a broiling cloud build up inside of her and she started to explode cum in a massive orgasm as she continued to stroke her massive she-cock.  And she bucked crazily Annika fell off of her arm to the padded floor below, freeing up her other hand to explore her rock hard body. She instantly started to grope her own pectorals--she felt them and squeezed as hard as she could but not even her herculean strength could dent the two-inch deep monsters more than a little bit--and that was unflexed.  She even tried to punch them from the side be even in their relaxed state they wouldn't budge.  Slowly she flexed her male-shaming chest that was brimming with muscle--it looked like two pillowcases overstuffed with material. They billowed and were incredible beefy.  Indeed there was so much muscle everywhere that her small nipples started to rotate down until they almost disappeared under her muscle--the constant nipple/skin contact made her shudder as her pecs reached their peak. 

They were huge, and thick, and beefy and every adjective you could apply to pecs like that.  They looked impossibly hard and she wanted to test them out.  She looked around the gym for something to use....and spotted a spoon she had left behind in a protein shaker.  That was it!
She walked around and took a few deep breaths, and then beat her chest like a mad woman (which sounded like a boxer punching a meat carcass) and grabbed the spoon and rammed it into her chest.  The thing collapsed like tissue paper, the head of the spoon totally flat.  It hadn't bent sideways, just been smooched in.

Annika had seen the whole display and instantly orgasmed. This girl was a goddess among men. 

Jill breathed heavily. Incredible turned on with what she had just done. She glanced over and saw that Annika was in the throes of another orgasm and had passed out. Jill walked over to the mirror by the stairs and admired herself. She looked beefier and stronger (and was) than any one ever, let alone a teenage girl.  Her melon-sized shoulders were huge and ripped, with a couple of veins that sprouted out puffily and tracked to her now-19 inch pumped (yet unflexed) biceps, the triceps bulging out obscenely. Her pecs formed a huge, angular shelf over 10 pack abs that were perfectly symmetrical and deeply cut.  Because her girlish nipples had been pushed under by her fantastic pec development her upper body looked like some kind of anatomically correct and exaggerated ken doll, though by looking at her face and her soft skin there was no doubt that she was a woman.  She had the astonishing genetics to develop such a physique without supplements--she only lifted weights and ate correctly.

Face aside, one might think she was a guy after all, judging by the size of her immense she-member, but the fact was that when she wasn't lifting or in gymnastics it was actually normal-sized.  It had incredible expansion due to her workouts and her sexual lust had made it even bigger than it normally got, though when she workout out it was normally just flaccid and large.  She didn't carry any androgynous genes at all, and was in no way, shape, or form a man.  She was all woman and would remain that way. 

She continued to fondle her pecs, lifting their massive bulk in each hand to feel how heavy and dense they were.  They were incredibly pumped and striated.  The term "muscle cleavage" didn't even apply because there was so much muscle stuffed under her skin that the inside of her pecs competed for what little space there was.  She thought for a second as she glanced down at the massive slabs of beef and grabbed a 45 pound plate.  She quickly pulled one pec aside and inserted the side of the plate, then let go. Her pec flew back into place and squeezed hard against the place.  She removed her other hand from the 45 pounder and stood there with a place comfortable snugged between her two pecs.  She didn't even have to flex--it just stood there suspended in mid air. 

Suddenly she had a mind-blowing idea for a ridiculous workout.  She pulled her pecs apart and let the plate drop to the floor (which woke Annika) and ran over to the super heavy side of the gym where she keep her 100 pound plates.  As she picked them up, she started sliding them onto her still erect clit one by one, compensating for the weight by flexing her incredible core until 5 plates rested on the giant stick.  She grabbed another plate and stuck that between her pecs like she did the 45 lber and then walked (quietly-but with confidence) to the dumbbell rack, where she grabbed a pair of 200 pound dumbbells and started to curl them alternately while holding all of that other weight on her clit and between her power pecs.  She was getting an incredible pump and though her arms never reached her biggest point they were still getting wider with every rep.  She did every rep with perfect form, reminding her self to keep her core tight to keep her clit erect and to squeeze at the top of every rep.  After 40 reps the result was outstanding. She dropped all the weight to the floor and went to the mirror and did a double bicep pose. Her biceps erupted. to over 30 inches around.  The phenom was jacked and impossible to stop.

Meanwhile, Annika had another orgasm...

[Jeremy Lightning]

Dude, I am just sitting here with my mouth wide open in just abject dumbfoundedness, that was beyond hot for me! I mean, Annika was the standard for muscle size and strength for so long, she is like the Alpha Female, but then Jill comes in, years younger, inches shorter, and yet, with Annika's help, in one workout, IN ONLY ONE FREAKIN' WORKOUT, she completely devastates Annika in just about every single way, but not only that, the thing that she packed between her legs may just be as strong as the rest of her! Hell, it would make my day to see Annika overpowered by nothing more than Jill's incredible muscle clit! This story was just an unreal read! K+!