#FANfiction: *TV* Lisa Simpson and the Supplements of Doom [Gertos]

[Gertos]

Thanks for the kind words, guys.

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After that, things moved fairly quickly. Lisa and her mother went to a cheap outlet store to buy some large clothing that Lisa could use to disguise her muscles when she needed to, and then they bought an at-home weight set from a sports store. Lisa, thinking quickly, explained that they were just picking it up for her brother, who was at work. The clerk seemed to understand. When they got back, Bart was still gone—back home from work and then immediately to the gym, which seemed to be his custom—and Homer had gone to Moe's; he'd left a note on the fridge. Lisa moved the gym set downstairs, carrying the huge, heavy box with barely any difficulty. She set it up quickly, too, glancing at the instructions and immediately committing them to memory. Her mom came back from the car holding something behind her shoulders.

"I brought you a surprise!" She said happily, revealing a similar tub of protein powder that Bart had. "You've been really hungry, lately, and I figure this stuff will be good for a growing girl."

"Thanks, mom! You're the best!" She quickly hugged her mother and looked back at the weight set. "Mind if I try it out first?"

"Sure thing. I'll put this up in the cupboard and leave you to it. I'll lock the door to the basement, too."

Lisa thanked her mother and watched her mother ascend the stairs. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a critical voice said with a sneer, Saggy glutes. The mean thought surprised her, but she ignored it. She pulled off her huge shirt and baggy pants, wishing they'd thought to buy new bras, as well. Her current one was squeezed uncomfortably across her pecs. She flexed her chest and felt the fabric stretching nearly to the breaking point as her chest exploded into a bulging plate of striated lines. She rubbed a hand along her washboard stomach, feeling each individual ab muscle barely contained by a thin layer of skin. She thought about her muscles getting bigger, becoming inhumanly huge. She imagined shoulders like boulders, biceps more muscular than a python's body. She grinned.

I won't have to rely on anyone again.

She immediately got to work, loading up the barbell with massive plates, until it weighed 300 pounds. She knew she'd be pushing it, and she didn't care. She laid down on the bench and reached up to grab the bar, wrapping her hands around the corrugated metal surface. She bit her lower lip and heaved the weight off of its rest, immediately feeling the incredible pressure bearing down on her chest and arms. Her face worked itself into an expression of rage as she slowly lowered the heavy weight and forced it back up, her muscles pushed to the brink of what they could do, bulging against her skin. Veins spread across her chest and biceps like spiderwebs as blood pounded through her muscles to fuel her insane workout. She pumped the weight up and down with reckless fury, grunting at the apex of each repetition. Just as she felt her arms shaking out of control, she forced three more repetitions and finished with a savage scream. She put the barbell back onto its resting place and let her arms flop to her sides. Her breath came in exhausted heaves, her lungs inflating like bellows as she inhaled huge gulps of air. A drunken smile was plastered on her face.

After she took a rest, she removed some of the weight from the barbell and heaved it up onto her back for squats. She didn't bother trying not to grunt anymore. It felt good to release her animal fury as her muscles were pushed to exhaustion. It cleared her head. Made it possible to think clearly. She went through a series of squats with burning intensity. Years of quiet rage burst back to her consciousness as she lowered herself beneath the deep weight of the barbell and forced herself back to a standing position. She remembered all the times people had called her a nerd, or dismissed her just because she was smarter than they were.

"Now—" she grunted in between reps, "I'm—stronger—than—them—too—yeah!"

She dipped down for another squat and momentarily panicked as she realized her muscles were too exhausted to bring her back up. Somehow that enraged her, and on nothing but the power of blind, primal fury, she pushed herself back to her feet. She awkwardly made her way back to the weight set and laid the barbell back on its rack. The strength went out of her legs and she fell to her knees, leaning against the weight set. Somehow, she found the strength to grope for her oversized clothing and pulled them back on. She laid on the weight set, her arms and legs flopping uselessly over the sides. With every deep, heaving gasp, her body heaved and swelled, revealing deeply striated muscles overlaid with a roadmap of veins. Her breasts were separated even further by her muscular pecs, but somehow the image was appealing. She found the strength to raise her right arm and just stared at her unflexed muscle, the huge bicep separated from her arm and criss-crossed with thick veins. She smiled.

And soon it'll be bigger.

After a long while, she recovered enough strength to stumble up the stairs into the empty kitchen. She found the keg of protein powder her mothered had bought her and mixed a gigantic drink. She slurped it down immediately, then made two more. She'd meant to eat some fruit, but somehow that slipped her mind entirely. She wiped chocolate-flavoured mush from the corner of her mouth and mixed another glass to take to her room. She stumbled back upstairs, closed and locked her door, then popped another vitamin as she swallowed the rest of her drink. Finally, she flopped onto her bed and shed her clothes with an annoyed grunt, then took off her bra as well, which had become painfully restrictive. Her breasts were two perky spheres supported by huge slabs of pectoral muscle. She hardly even needed a bra anymore.

She chuckled to herself as she fell asleep, savouring the burning in her muscles, the sweat on her skin....

X

While her daughter was sleeping, Marge Simpson crept down into the basement, remembering the time she'd been forced down there all those years ago, working out in solitude until her muscles gave her the courage to face the outside world. She stared at the huge weights Lisa had left on the barbell and realized she'd never be able to lift them. Well, not anymore. She'd been able to bench that much easily back when she'd been juicing and competing. Begrudgingly, she removed weights from the bar until it was workable, then got beneath it, slowly pushing the weight. She remembered doing this before. She could do it again. But could anyone catch up to her daughter?

Not without a little help, Marge admitted. She put the thought out of her mind and continued to lift.

X

Lisa didn't dream, this time, and her sleep passed as soundly as it ever had. When she woke up, it was with the sudden clarity of someone who had had exactly as much sleep as they wanted. She remembered the events of earlier in the day, how her muscle growth was justified by the doctor and protected by her mother, how they'd gone and gotten a weight set for her to use ... she only had a couple weeks before she went to Harvard, and she was going to show up their built like an Olympic god.

She rolled out of bed and found her body big and clumsy. She pushed herself to her feet and looked to the mirror, barely able to contain her excitement.

She was huge. Her biceps had swollen to the size of her head, and her shoulders were like boulders. Her arms rested at a slight angle on her broad back, rising and falling with each deep breath. Veins pulsed on her biceps like writhing snakes, and had even started to wrap around her muscular forearms. Her breasts were divided by huge, beeflike slabs of pectoral muscle. Veins spread from a knot in her collarbone across her pecs, like a fine, branching roadmap that twisted as she breathed. Oversized abs bulged and competed for space on her slim waist, almost making it look like she had a gut. Veins spread from her crotch over her abs and down to her thighs, which had become as thick as tree trunks. She had to widen her stance to keep her veiny inner thighs from touching one another. Her calves had grown as well, moving from svelte, contoured muscles to bulging spheres in the shape of hearts. She turned around and examined her back, a brimming landscape bulging and twisting with huge muscles. She could see faint veins there, too. When she twisted her neck to look at herself, her giant traps resisted her, making it hard to look over her huge shoulders. She turned herself back around, clumsily adjusting to her new stance, and looked at herself from the front.

She couldn't help but stare at her barely-contained muscles. She smiled, raised both her arms, and flexed her huge biceps, forming miniature mountains of muscles on her arms. Veins spread from her chest, across her shoulders, and through her biceps, bursting beneath her skin as huge muscles pushed them to the surface. She flexed her abs and watched them clench into brutal ridges of throbbing beef.

I'm huge. I'm amazing. I'm a freak! She knew that she wasn't supposed to be proud of being a freak, but she didn't care. She wasn't a girl anymore, she was a machine. She flexed and growled into her mirror, watching her godlike physique swell and bulge into astonishing shapes.

I'm the smartest, she thought savagely, dropping into an unreal most muscular pose. I'm the strongest. And I'm going to be the best. No one will be able to tell me what to do.

[Gertos]

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[El_Roy_1999]

Go on, please. The concept is intriguing and I like the competitive angle!
More karma on its way.

[solitariodude]

Hey, great story so far I really like the way you portray Lisa'a workouts. You got the deatils of what it truly takes to build muscle, right on the money. Pushing herself to utter failure and muscle fatigue, she ought to be rewarded with great gains. Sure wish it worked that quick in the real world    Thanks for continuing with a great read and K on that!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Nice! Marge may go back to steroids to compete with Lisa, I would love to see her get even bigger and stronger than she was the first time through, I loved that cartoon, though I just hope she doesn't go through roid rages like she did the first time. Certainly, I love the fact that every time Lisa works out, she gets a bit bigger, and the heavier and harder she works out, the bigger she is, my hopes are that she decides to do an all day, 8-12 hour workout session that puts on 50 pounds of muscle at once! k+!

[Gertos]

I'm afraid there might be a little roid rage, if only because I love it as an element in muscle growth stories. Thank you again for the kind words everyone. I'll try and find time to write the next bit soon.

Just curious: would you be happier with shorter installments? I'm realizing that this thing is becoming rather lengthy, and it takes kind of a long time to write.

[El_Roy_1999]

Do as you like. I'm a taker.

[solitariodude]

Doing fine by me

[Metal Sphere]

This is Karma well earned, man. I definitely don't mind her losing her self in the growth and power.

[Gertos]

sorry for the wait; I have several essays to write at the moment. I may be able to find time to update this over the weekend, but I'm unsure. At the latest I'll probably be able to write more by next Monday.

[magnusmagneto]

Amazing story!  Eagerly awaiting more!

[El_Roy_1999]

I second that motion! More!

Please...

[rangerwill]

Enough jibba-jabba!! MORE STORY!!!

[Gertos]

Very sorry, guys, finals have been hell.

[sicktick]

no worries, we've all been there. Great story, keep it up when you can

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you for your work. Go on whenever your inspiration strikes you, I'm impressed by your story.

Also: karma