Author: [MyoFolio] Stories~collected

[MyoFolio]

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17 months - At the Gym


Dustin shuffled into YouFitness, feeling tired and worn out. It had been five months since his breakup with Zoe and, despite heroic efforts on his part, there didn't seem to be any other girls interested in him. Even the onset of warmer weather wasn't enough to break his dating drought, although the skimpier clothes did make it more frustrating.

His physical progress, on the other hand, had taken off. Putting on another ten pounds since the breakup, mostly on his chest and legs, Dustin was in better shape than any of his friends and they constantly asked him for training advice. Looking in the mirror beside his locker, wearing a futuristic compression shirt that molded against his pecs and abs, he wiped away any thoughts of nonexistent girlfriends and replaced them with motivation for the upcoming workout.

Stepping outside the locker room, he spied a familiar figure waving at him and stopped short. Clad in a lavender tank top and garish green and purple leggings, Jessica was a vision of size and power. He hadn't seen her in months and it looked like she had put on far more muscle mass than he had in twice that time. Shoulders bigger than her head blew up above melon-sized biceps, and her legs had grown so thick, she had to waddle to avoid rubbing them against each other. As she strode closer, each thigh swelled wider than the large black gym bag dangling from her hand.

"Dustin, right?" Jessica's smile belied how threatening she looked as she invaded his personal space. The busy gym disappeared behind the flare of her torso and Dustin was forced to look down at her angular, tennis ball-sized calves to avoid looking at her chest. He saw that her leggings were covered with various panels from a She-Hulk comic, their printed edges skewed by the chunky bulges in her legs. Feeling heat rise within himself, he looked up again, eyes hovering somewhere between her nose and close-cropped hair, now tinged with purple highlights.

Jessica spoke before he could answer. "Hey, my fucking asshole of a workout partner cancelled on me. You wouldn't happen to be training chest today?" She still slurred her words but her voice was lower and sounded hoarse, like she had just come from a rock concert.

"I am, actually." Dustin couldn't believe his luck, he had made the most gains with his chest and wanted to show off. The power radiating from Jessica made him feel extra confident, so he added, "I was also going to do back, if you're up for it."

"Hells yes," Jessica said, clapping her hands together and making her whole body rumble. "I feel like lifting a fucking house today. Hold on." She lifted a leg to prop up her gym bag and pulled out two bottles. Handing the bag to Dustin, she popped the lids and poured orange powder and six pills into her mouth, swallowing hard. "Let's do this!" Without waiting for Dustin or retrieving her bag, she bounded up the stairs towards the exercise equipment.

Curious, Dustin peered inside and saw large containers of chicken and boiled eggs, smaller containers of vegetables, a large water jug, and various unlabeled bottles. Shaking his head, Dustin closed the zipper and followed Jessica up the stairs.

She was already on the far side of the gym, leaning forward and pulling cables in front of her on the pec flye machine. She didn't seem to notice him dropping her bag on the floor in an exaggerated manner and continued to silently mouth rep counts until she reached thirty. Leaning back and releasing the cables, she retrieved her water bottle and took a large swig.

"Thanks man, really appreciate you joining me." She wiped her mouth and Dustin noticed a few small veins running up the inside of her forearm. There was no doubt Jessica had an enormous physique but most of her body was covered by a smooth layer of fat. Dustin knew he was far more ripped but he assumed that she was still bulking. It looked like great cuts of meat had been stuffed under her skin, creating comical bulges and valleys where most people had straight lines.

"I normally start with pressing movements, not flyes." Dustin said, nodding towards a row of empty bench press stations. "Would you mind starting there after warming up?"

She frowned. "Dude, you look like you know what you're doing but let Jess tell you a little secret." She reached back and grasped the handles again. "Pre-exhausting your chest is the way to go, makes your bench that much better." Breathing hard, she pulled the cables again, the stack rising with more weight than Dustin had ever used on this machine. She performed each rep slowly, blasting air out of her mouth before the weight rose and inhaling deeply as the weight lowered. Her breath smelled like citrus fruit. Within seconds, the wide open neckline of her tank top was forced outwards by gradually expanding pectorals.

Letting the stack drop, she released the cables and nodded for Dustin to take over. Grimacing, he bent over to pick up the handles and tried to squeeze his arms together. When nothing moved, he leaned further forward, putting the whole weight of his body behind it. Slowly, the stack rose up and he let it come back down with a crash.

"Dammit Jessica, that's a lot of weight." He stepped away from the machine, rubbing his chest. "I normally max out at thirty, you got forty-five on there."

"Dude, that's like my warmup." She looked at him intensely for a second, licking her lips. "Hey, no problem. You said start with bench, so let's do that. Two sets is enough pre-exhaust anyways." She picked up her bag and walked away, leaving Dustin bemused at the enormity of her strength. He couldn't believe this was the same girl he had met over a year ago.

Jessica let him lay down on the bench press station first, so he warmed up with the bar that was already there. She complimented him on his form, then asked to put a forty-five pound plate on either side as she stretched. He didn't hear her at first, noticing that Jessica's nipples were oddly rising up to poke through her top. A splotchy, rosy hue had spread out across her pecs, overtaking her smooth complexion.

"You can go first," he said, frowning. "I need to do another warm-up set before putting the working weights on." Jessica laughed so loud, it echoed off the ceiling overhead.

"Shit Dustin, it's my turn now."

She stopped stretching and took two large plates off the rack with one hand, her biceps forming a thick ball of muscle. The rosy splotches had spread completely across her chest and shoulders, followed by a few tiny veins originating from the separation between her pecs. Dustin felt his dick twitch, feeling excited and nervous at what he was about to witness.

Jessica laid back on the bench, her bulk completely hiding it from view until she slid her feet and lifted her back into such an extreme arch, Dustin was worried her spine might crack. Her top rode up, revealing the faint outlines of abs underneath olive skin that was also turning rosy. Faster than he could count, Jessica banged out fifteen solid reps, punctuated with loud, snorting breaths.

Leaping off the bench to face Dustin, she yelled, "Fuck yeah," and flexed into a crab pose. Speechless, he watched as her pecs, shoulders, and traps blew outwards in all directions and her neck split into thick tendons. "That pre-workout is kicking in, buddy," she grunted through clenched teeth. "You're in for quite a ride today, D."

She proved true to her word. Dustin held on for dear life as they went through set after set in the same way, with Jessica eventually adding enough plates to total a whopping three hundred and seventy pounds. Each time she got off the bench, Jessica forced her chest into an extreme flex, pushing vast amounts of blood through expanding veins and causing the tortured muscle to strain against her skin. Even though he used far less weight, Dustin was simply outclassed by this bulging powerhouse. By the time they had finished the most intense workout he had ever done, he was coughing up vomit into his mouth.

On top of that, he was mortified at how much Jessica's glistening body turned him on. She took every opportunity to primp and pump her muscles in front of him and he was constantly forced to look away or take a few extra minutes to calm his raging erection. Luckily for him, she didn't seem to notice, taking the time to pull off weights for his set.

An hour later, having just completed an extremely painful set of pushups, he could barely put a sentence together. "Holy shit. That was the best workout ever," he lied. His chest was a seething furnace of pain and he found his dick had stopped getting hard twenty minutes ago. Looking over at Jessica's enormous back, pistoning up and down through elevated pushups, he nearly vomited onto the floor. "Well. I have to. Head out. Meeting someone for lunch."

"Fuck you D, we're doing back now," she grunted towards the floor, not stopping. The workout had pumped her chest so much that she had to lift herself up on her fingers, to provide enough range that her heavy breasts didn't slam into the floor. Even after an hour, she exhibited perfect form, keeping her torso and legs in line with her feet raised on a bench.

"Honestly Jessica, I don't think I can walk anymore, no thanks to you." He fell back onto the floor, controlling his breaths. He was going to be sore for a week and bed-ridden for at least a day.

"You fucking guys are all the same." She finally stopped and sat up on the bench, breathing heavily. "I got all pumped up to do a back workout and now you're wimping out on me." She rolled her head from side to side, psyching herself up for more punishment, and it looked like a softball moving between the two cannonballs of her deltoids. Her entire body was flushed pink and veins stood out on her chest, looking like they would never disappear.

"Just like my asshole of a training partner, who was also my boyfriend by the fucking way." She wiped her brow and looked down at Dustin, daring him to respond.

"Was your boyfriend?" His ears were still working, if nothing else. All he could see was this heaving, breathing, wall of muscle so he sat up slowly to level the playing field. Staring at a pumped chest twice the size of his, it only made him feel smaller.

"You heard me, smart guy." Jessica's voice cracked, so she took a swig from her water bottle. "That little bitch said he couldn't come and I knew fucking well that he could, like I don't know his schedule. You know Juri, right? He's a trainer here, looks like a biker." Dustin nearly choked. She was calling that massive brute of a man a little bitch?

"So I asked him why, and he made up some lame excuse right as this little whore of slut called his cell phone." Spit flew from her mouth and she clenched the sides of the bench hard enough to make her swollen pecs twitch, causing Dustin to lean backwards. "I answered it and told her I'm going to come there and snap her body in half. That's funny, right?

She looked expectantly at Dustin, who didn't answer. Her pecs had pushed down the neckline of her shirt, revealing the tops of impossibly smooth breasts swelling out from rippling slabs of beef. Dustin's mouth dried up as he saw her nipples had pushed out far enough to create dark circles under her thinning top.

"I think it's fucking hilarious," she continued, "Even though I'd never do it, I don't believe in violence. Anyways, I was so upset that I broke Juri's phone and yelled at him for like an hour." She laughed while Dustin scooted further away. "Can you believe that little bitch cheated on me because I was getting too big? Like he only realized that after months of outlifting him? He said he didn't want to fuck a man and I was like, dude, I don't wanna fuck no girl either!"

Jessica started tearing up so Dustin instinctively leaned forward. She shot him a look and wiped her eyes using a forearm wide enough to block her face. When she was done, she glared at Dustin.

"So D, there you go. I guess you were my rebound training partner and you failed miserably, you little fuck." Her eyes glistened again and she sniffed. Lips curling in rage, she stabbed a finger at Dustin. "You guys are all the same, you want a girl to workout with you, to feel up all your wonderful muscles. But when the tables are turned, you can't even handle it. Fuck you and your two hundred bench, I'm going to double that in a month, you little dick."

Jessica grabbed her bag and heaved herself up, walking quickly towards the lat pulldown machines. Watching her go, skin barely able to contain all that bulging muscle and power, Dustin couldn't help but feel emasculated. And deeply insulted. She had no right to talk to him like that, no matter what happened with her boyfriend. Imagining a hundred different ways their conversation could have went, he came to the realization that her muscles just weren't worth it.

It took a few minutes for him for regain enough energy to stand up, by which time he could see Jessica pulling the entire stack on her machine, but he didn't care. Jessica's attack only confirmed that girls obsessed with muscle were insane.

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23 months - At the Bikini Store


Dustin was thrilled when Amal asked him to go to Cancun after only a few months of dating. Her connections at the travel agency had hooked them up with a great deal and in less than a few days, they'd leave the cold doldrums of winter for hot sun and sand.

It also gave him an opportunity to buy her a gift for the trip. Walking through the crowded mall, he spied the bikini store that he'd planned their whole day around and guided Amal towards it. Looking at her olive complexion and thick, dark hair, Dustin couldn't believe he had found his perfect match. Amal was smarter and funnier than any of his previous girlfriends and, luckily, her breasts were absolutely enormous. Best of all, she was seriously into fitness and it was her stunningly shaped physique that first motivated him to speak to her at the gym. Likewise, she was attracted to Dustin's two hundred pound hardbody and all the muscles that came with it.

"Oh no, you're not serious, are you?" Amal bounced on her heels as she saw where they were going. The entrance to Bikini Action was bright and empty, despite the loud music and staff calling out to passersby. Winter wasn't exactly bikini season so Dustin hoped they'd get a good deal on something stylish and sexy.

"I'm afraid so honey, here's to Cancun!" He squeezed her tightly, compressing both their parkas so he could peck her on the cheek. Amal giggled in delight.

They declined the staff's help and walked straight towards the most expensive section of the store, where brightly-colored bikinis of all shapes and sizes hung from the walls and adorned strangely angular mannequins. Amal tore off her jacket and selected some choice styles, while Dustin stood back admiring her body. Her breasts are going to look fantastic and he hoped she picked a two-piece to show off her hard-earned abs. Unlike any girl he had dated, Amal sported a visible six pack at all times, and he loved rubbing a hand or tongue down its length.

"Hey big boy, come check this out," Amal's voice rang out from the cluster of change rooms nearby. Skipping forward, he saw the back of her body as she twisted and turned in front of a mirror outside her room. Damn, she was tight. All of the change rooms were empty except for the two at the end and Dustin was about to slap Amal's glutes when he heard a faint snap and a very loud swear.

"Fuck, fuckity, fuck," a familiar voice cried out. "Of all the goddamn luck." The door beside Amal swung open and a large mass slammed into Dustin, propelling him into his girlfriend's change room.

"What the fuck? D, is that you?"

Dustin rubbed his eyes as the largest, most muscular person he had ever seen sunk a hand into his parka and hoisted him back onto his feet. Jessica had completely changed into a shredded mountain of muscle. Each of her shoulders was a ribboned ball of muscle and her arms were a symphony of ripples and bulges far larger than he remembered. The two halves of her bikini top hung from pecs the size of dinner plates, all signs of breasts gone, while the string between them dangled uselessly above deeply separated abdominal sections. Jessica's abs were far beyond Amal's, with eight bricks bulging out in stark relief between a wall of scalloped obliques, and both sets of muscles bubbled down under tight yoga pants. The only thing that hadn't undergone an extreme transformation was her face, although it did look leaner and more angular.

"Oh my god. Jessica." Dustin rubbed his arm where Jessica had nearly crushed his bicep. Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Amal, who was squeezed between this muscular behemoth and the wall.

Noticing their predicament, Jessica stepped away. "Shit, sorry man, didn't mean to knock you over." She laughed and added, "So, come here often?"

"You know this person?" Amal tried to cover her chest, embarrassed. Despite having lost her breasts, just one of Jessica's pecs was bigger than both of Amal's.

Dustin was once again stunned by the changes in Jessica's physique. She might have been slightly smaller in size but every inch of her body was freakishly defined. Thick veins ran down her biceps to spiderweb across rippling forearms and her shoulders and chest were covered in vascularity. Each thigh alone was bigger than both of Dustin's put together and was so deeply conditioned, each muscle group could be seen through her yoga pants. Jessica had finally built them up to overshadow her calves, nearly impossible for someone with such long legs, but each calf was now the size of a grapefruit and splayed out in diamond-sharp angles, uncovered by her pants. Noticing that the bottoms of her pants ended in threads plastered across her skin, Dustin wondered if her calves simply burst through the material.

"Yeah, I know her." Dustin licked his lips. "Amal, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is Amal."

Jessica reached out to shake hands but Amal hesitated. Every movement the larger girl made was a distraction, with the corners of Jessica's pecs crumpling into ribbons, triceps thrusting out behind mammoth biceps, and veins throbbing everywhere. Even her traps, thick as jugs, were vascular. Eventually, Amal took the offered hand.

"Wow, you are strong." Amal laughed quickly. "I mean, of course you are, I just don't know what else to say." She rubbed her hand once Jessica released it.

"Yes I am. It's pretty fucking obvious, ain't it?" Jessica glanced sideways at Dustin. "Are you his girlfriend?"

Amal nodded and Dustin interrupted. "Yeah, we met several months ago, she's amazing." He tried to smile at Amal but she was looking Jessica up and down. Dustin wasn't sure whether it was in disgust or admiration.

"Good for you," Jessica said in a tone that didn't sound convincing. "I haven't had a boyfriend since we last worked out, remember that D?"

"She calls you D?" Amal finally looked over at Dustin. He took in her beautiful face to avoid looking at Jessica. The bigger girl was all cheekbones and lips, now that her body fat was at ludicrously low levels. At least she had grown her hair out, allowing it to pool around her thick neck, but it was colored a nightmarish shade of red this time.

"Yeah, I guess so." Dustin shrugged. "Not that I like it, can you start using my full name?"

Jessica mimicked his shrug, her traps scraping the bottoms of her ears. "Sure whatever. I'm more concerned with what to do about this situation." She waved a hand around her snapped bikini top. "I'm thinking I should just stuff this in my purse, walk out, and mend it myself. What do you think?"

"I'm not sure that'll work," Amal offered. "They know you brought that item in here. Then again, it shouldn't have snapped in the first place, the stuff here is supposed to be top quality."

"That's what I heard too," Jessica said. "But they probably didn't count on this." She flexed one enormous pec, expanding it outwards by an inch and causing the cuts slicing across her skin to gouge even deeper. The tiny bikini triangle on top started sliding away from it's other half and, much to Dustin's surprise, an enormous vein popped up underneath the material to slash it's way towards her sternum. It grew thicker even as Jessica's nipple snapped out to stop the bikini's movement.

Jessica admired her perverted display before relaxing. "So, why are you two buying bikinis? It's freezing cold outside."

"Well, darling here is buying me a bikini. We're going to Cancun next week." Amal seemed to be warming up, now that she could focus on something other than Jessica.

"No shit? I'm going to Cancun next week too. What are the odds, hey D?" Jessica put her hand on Dustin's shoulder. "Maybe we can hook up, once I find a bikini that fits." She teased the broken string with a manicured finger.

Dustin coughed but Amal answered first. "That would be awesome! In between drinking and swimming, you can force us to workout or something." She grimaced at the obvious joke but Jessica laughed.

"Fuck yeah, I'm in. I don't drink, obviously, but I'll swim and splurge on a meal or two." She patted her abs. "This is a trip to celebrate, for sure."

"Why?" Dustin spoke up. "Did you just compete or something?"

"No, but I'm thinking about it. There's a comp coming up next summer that I'll probably go for. I still need to put on size but my coach says fuck it, just try it out anyways and get the experience."

Dustin laughed awkwardly. "Wait, are you serious? You look like this and you're not prepping for a competition?"

"What can I say? I'm a genetic freak." Jessica straightened an arm in front of them, displaying a football-sized bicep that rose inches above her forearm. Slowly curling into a flex, the large mass slid into a solid sphere that expanded beyond the width of her arm, her skin splitting down the middle. A pencil-sized vein wriggled its way across to branch into many smaller ones spreading across her deltoid.

"This is my normal condition, if you can believe it." Jessica flexed and relaxed her biceps a few more times and it swelled even larger, pushing her skin to near translucency. She was getting a serious pump without lifting any weight. "I put on a lot more mass since you last saw me D, but I've actually lost about twenty pounds from my heaviest to get conditioned like this." Jessica stuck her chin out and nodded proudly.

"You lost twenty pounds?" Amal looked at Jessica's massive frame in disbelief. "How much do you weigh now?"

"Amal, it's not polite to ask." Dustin looked sharply at his girlfriend but she wasn't paying attention.

"I don't mind, I'm around two hundred ten now, give or take a few." Jessica rolled her shoulders, causing deep ripples across her entire torso.

"Holy shit." Amal's mouth dropped open and Dustin poked her arm. He had never hear her swear before.

"I have to ask, being somewhat familiar with gym culture." Amal paused. "Are you using?"

"Amal!" Dustin reached out again but Amal shied away and moved closer to Jessica. The bodybuilder just shrugged as if it was a question she heard all the time.

Jessica held out her arm, this time next to Dustin's, and asked, "What do you think?"

Two years of hard work in the gym had certainly built up Dustin's body but Jessica's forearm alone was the same size as his upper arm encased in the thick material of his parka. Her unflexed bicep was even larger, popping out well past his sleeve without taking her chunky triceps into account. Tensing her arm, the muscles snapped further into relief and she opened and closed her fist to cause thick tubes of veins to rise up on her forearm.

"Yeah, right, that's enough." Amal looked away. Jessica's freakish display was unnerving even to Dustin.

"Okay Amal, we should pick a bikini and get off to dinner, we have reservations." Dustin pushed open the door to her changing stall but Amal seemed not to notice. She turned back to Jessica but didn't move.

"Wait a minute, we don't know why she's going to Cancun."

Jessica glanced at Dustin's feet and smiled. "Well, it's not for a measly bodybuilding competition, hells no. It's for a competition of another kind." She flicked her eyes downward, this time higher up Dustin's legs. She giggled and blurted out, "Oh, for fuck's sake."

Pulling down the top of her yoga pants, Jessica revealed the lower sections of her abs, peppered with veins and surrounded by a sharply developed Adonis belt that pointed a V between her legs. As Dustin and Amal stood entranced, Jessica exhaled sharply and flexed hard, transforming her already sliced midsection into an orgy of feathered muscle and rising vascularity.

"I'm proud of this body I built, brick by brick, but sometimes I even amaze myself." Her voice grew hoarse as she held her flex and spread her legs apart slightly, creating a tiny space between the immense rods of her inner abductor muscles. Suddenly, Amal gasped and held a hand up to her mouth.

Between Jessica's legs, veins started to appear beneath her yoga pants, spreading out to her thighs and creeping up towards her abs. The material rippled in the center and smooth ridges pushed outward, forming a narrow oval. Dustin nearly gagged as he realized what she was showing them and he looked at her face in horror.
Taking another breath and exhaling again, the veins surrounding Jessica's crotch amplified, flowing around and into the muscular oval, which was slowly developing serrations visible through her pants. Face turning red, Jessica nodded as she saw the expressions on their faces.

"That's right motherfuckers, even my pussy is jacked." She relaxed and took in several deep breaths. "Now that it's pumped up, look at this shit." Without exhaling, Jessica snap flexed her pussy, ingesting some of her pants. The already stretched material tore around her thigh, revealing chunky, olive-hued quads.

"Shit, I've never done that before." She fingered the torn material, pouting. She relaxed and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. The vascularity and muscle around her crotch faded but the roadmap of veins covering her stomach lingered.

"Anyways, that's why I'm going to Cancun to celebrate." She crooked a finger towards Amal. "I haven't told anyone this but I actually snapped a guy's penis last month, can you fucking believe it? He was an asshole and wasn't listening to what I wanted and before I knew it, he was screaming and begging to be let go." She smoothed the front of her yoga pants down. "I released him and paid for his taxi to the hospital, haven't heard from the ungrateful fucker since."

Horrified, Dustin pulled Amal's arm to get them out of the store but she resisted.

"So, you're going to celebrate castrating a guy?" Amal's eyes were wide.

"No sister, I'm going to fuck as many guys as possible, the bigger the better." Jessica threw back her head and laughed. Surprisingly, Amal nodded awkwardly.

"Are you kidding me Amal, you're agreeing with this?" Dustin gripped her arm harder.

"No, of course not," she said, still looking at Jessica. "I mean, good for you, I guess. But I think it's best if we don't meet up down there." She flicked her eyes towards Jessica's legs.

"That's right. Forget the bikini, we're leaving." Dustin pulled his girlfriend past Jessica and out into the store before realizing that she was still wearing a bikini. Amal seemed confused and flustered too, before saying something that stopped Dustin in his tracks.

"You know D, we'll avoid her in Cancun but when we get back, can you give me her email address? I want to see if she's interested in being my personal trainer."

[jcboyd]

Really well done - and the more gradual progression - even with the outrageous gains - is stellar.  Looking forward to seeing what Jessica and whatever it is that she's using <evil scientist laugh> do to Amal....

[MyoFolio]

Here's the final chapter - hope you enjoyed it!

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37 months - At the Gym


Entering the gym alone, Dustin spotted the girl he had been eyeing for days, a buxom blonde squeezed into a tight outfit and sweating on a step machine. After breaking up with Amal six months ago, he had resolved to expand his horizons and try dating girls that weren't so athletic. It was a bad separation, triggered by him refusing to go to Cancun and Amal going anyways with her sister. She had never told him what happened that week, including whether or not she had hooked up with Jessica. Their relationship had changed when she got back as she started doing things without him, even going to the gym, and he felt abandoned. When he had found out that she had gone to Jessica's first bodybuilding show, he intended to break up with her, but Amal beat him to it. She had sent him a text after the show saying that it was over.

After a few weeks of feeling sorry for himself, Dustin resolved to throw himself hard into his workouts and in the past year, he had grown into a serious bodybuilder. His bulging pecs and prodigious thighs flipped a switch on every girl he met, causing many spontaneous bouts of flirting, dating, and eventually sex. Since Amal, he had bedded at least twenty girls, maybe more. Looking at the blonde bounce on the step machine, he flexed his chest at the thought of squeezing her breasts between his fingers.

Excited, he went downstairs and changed quickly, hoping to catch her before she left. He caught a flash of her hair going in the opposite direction, towards the group fitness studio, and quickened his pace only to stop short in amazement. Her plump frame had disappeared behind the most massive human being Dustin had ever seen.

Striding away was a gargantuan beast of solid muscle, with deeply tanned skin, shoulders the size of medicine balls, and arms that were little more than massive chunks of beef that ended in child-like hands. Obviously a competitive male bodybuilder, he was wearing a triple extra-large black t-shirt, emblazoned with a bright red and silver Mr. Olympia logo that was stretched and distorted by the inhuman mounds of flesh underneath. The material had torn around the massive folds of muscle erupting out his back, revealing gleaming brown skin, and his traps were so enormous, they looked like a mutated tortoise shell thick enough to stretch the logo apart and flare out the top of the shirt to surround a neck wider than Dustin's waist. Perched atop was a tiny head, with dark hair tied into a mini-bun and the sides completely shaved. Dustin wondered if this was Juri, transformed from a large powerlifter into a behemoth bodybuilder, although he never saw Juri wear earrings before.

The muscle monster's physique didn't stop there. His mammoth legs were trapped in sweat pants torn below the knee but Dustin could see the material swell and recede with every step. Even more impressive were the beast's calves, each one squeezing out two angular, football-sized masses on either side of a deep cleft running up the center. Eyes lingering, Dustin came to a sickening revelation. Not only was this person enormous, his physique was absolutely shredded.

Each step caused granite-hard muscle to push violently against thin skin, with enough force to expose individual muscle fibers. The enlarged calves were covered in veins, some the size of pencils that zig-zagged their way around to the front, others forming columns that travelled up underneath his pants. Looking up at the black shirt, the veins coursing underneath were large enough to alter it's silhouette, protruding randomly through the sides and emerging to crawl along rippling triceps and up the thick columns of his neck.

This wasn't human. The amount of drugs, food, and lifting to achieve such an abnormal physique would cripple ten men.

Yet still Dustin followed behind, ostensibly to meet the blonde at whatever fitness class was starting next. The previous session had ended, the last participants giving the swollen muscle beast a wide berth as they walked past, eyes averted. Dustin watched the behemoth twist sideways to get through the door and that's when he noticed the elegant jawline and splash of red lipstick to go with the earrings.

"Holy shit." He rushed forward and stopped at the sight of several muscular girls dwarfed by a freshly tanned and colossally developed Jessica. They were standing in the center of the large studio and stopped talking to focus their attention on the newcomer. Other than Jessica and the blonde he was following, they all wore tiny bikinis that let their ultra-fit bodies shine under the hot studio lights and a few of them wore tall heels that clacked on the springy wooden floor. To Dustin's surprise, two of them looked very familiar.

"Hey Dustin, are you lost?" Amal giggled and Dustin was stunned. Her once lithe and busty body had been transformed into a muscular powerhouse, swollen and rippling. Laughing along was an extremely conditioned Zoe, with shredded arms and thicker quads than he remembered.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dustin's eyes roamed over the girls. There were a couple of redheads and a spiky-haired girl taller than Jessica. She had to be well over six feet and her shoulders were nearly the size of her head. The blonde he was interested in bent over to remove her clothes, exposing a thick body and glorious breasts covered by the barest of bikinis. She wasn't nearly as fit as the others but looked healthy and strong. Despite all these tremendous shapes and sizes, the room centered entirely on Jessica.

Her hyperdeveloped body put the most extreme bodybuilders to shame and her conditioning was far beyond any athlete. Even though she was standing next to girls that would stop conversation in any room, Jessica's body was mesmerizing, with mounds upon mounds of muscle packed onto a physique so intensely ripped, Dustin had to constantly look at the others to remember what normal looked like.

Eyes flicking back to her man-shaming size, he still couldn't register how much mass she had put on. Arms the width of watermelons surged out of jug-sized sleeves that struggled to contain their shape and vascularity. Immense arcs of lat muscle bowed out from her sides, encircled with veins thick enough to look like ribbing punching through her t-shirt. From her chest erupted two, pumpkin-sized mounds of pectoral muscle, the tops of which distended the shirt's neckline to reveal deep striations shooting out from corrugated cleavage. The front of her shirt repeated the Mr. Olympia logo while underneath was written, Train like your worst enemy is watching.

She made his impressive muscles look no bigger than a child's. Looking away, Dustin didn't want to know what was underneath her pants.

"I'll tell you what the fuck is going on Little D." Jessica spoke softly but the tenor of her voice surrounded the studio, much deeper than before. Raising her prodigious arms, she said, "This is my posing class and these are my students. I'm teaching these ladies how to win competitions, from bikini like Zoe, all the way to physique, like Amal."

"That's right Dustin," Amal said. She thrust her arms up into a double biceps pose, with muscles popping off her arms that actually looked bigger than his. "I started training with her after she won her first comp. When she kept on winning, all the way to nationals, I decided to compete too. My first comp is next week."

Zoe strode towards Dustin on high heels, making her a few inches taller and causing ripples along her legs. Her bikini was encrusted with glitter and gems, sparkling under the studio lights. Looking down at him, she touched a finger to his chin and whispered in his ear. "I joined later, when she was disqualified at the Olympia, and my comp is next week too. If only you had bought me a bigger necklace, D, all this could have been yours." Moving her finger to her bikini, she circled one of the nipples poking between sparkles and ran it down her stomach, now ridged with eight distinct blocks of muscle.

"Think mine is better or yours? Do you even have an eight pack?" Zoe ran her hand under his shirt, feeling his stomach before laughing. Without warning, she tore his shirt completely in half, surprising him with her strength. All the girls in the studio smiled at Dustin's six pack.

"What the hell, Zoe, that's an expensive shirt!" He turned away to retrieve the torn material. "And all of you stop laughing, my abs are better than hers," he pointed at Amal, "or that fatso over there." He pointed at the blonde and everyone's expression froze.

"That wasn't very nice, Little D." Jessica stared at Dustin as she strode over to the blonde, floorboards creaking underneath. She placed her hand on the blonde's shoulder as the smaller girl looked up and whispered something that he couldn't make out.

Eyes never leaving Dustin, Jessica spoke again. "Erica's too polite to say fuck you to your face, Little D, but that's what she said." The group of girls laughed. "She also wants to know what you think of my abs, so Erica. If you please."

The blonde gripped the Mr. Olympia shirt and pulled up, revealing the bottom of a deeply cut and vascular stomach. About halfway up, Jessica raised her arms to help but the outward surge of her lats stretched the material taut. Erica struggled to move it, sliding her hands up muscular curves wider than her whole body. Jessica put her hands on her hips and flexed, expanding her chest and back large enough to split the shirt into several pieces. Showing little effort, she flexed further, her upper body swelling to proportions that cast a shadow covering Erica and the floor around her. The smaller girl stepped back in awe as fabric slithered off Jessica's glistening skin.

Removing the last tatters off her shoulders, Jessica pointed to her sliced midsection. "Any complaints, Little D? Any snide comments?" Her abs bulged out in ten distinct shapes, each the size of Dustin's fist and the bottom row distending her pants. Forking out from her lats were razor-sharp serratus muscles, connecting with fingers of defined obliques to form a diamond-hard girdle that surrounded her waist. Veins crawled over the surface of her stomach like splattered spaghetti.

When Dustin didn't say anything, she snickered. "Thought so."

Jessica's rock-ribbed midsection was nothing compared to the rest of her upper body. Unsheathed, Jessica's torso mushroomed with immense muscle volume broad enough to block doorways and heavy enough to shake the room. Her body displayed so much tanned and shiny skin that it reflected all the studio's lights back onto everyone's eyes. Each shoulder was twice the size of her head and carved into sections like a grapefruit yet they were dwarfed by enormous pectorals that sprung off her chest like the tops of fire hydrants, inches past the rest of her body. The rounded outsides of her pecs were cleft by a fist-sized indentation, separating their upper and lower parts, with striations radiating outward like spokes on a wheel. With every breath, these fine lines snapped into wide, dense ribbons as the hard muscle underneath strained to escape her skin. Two veins thicker than her nipples sprung out of her minuscule bikini top, multiplying into many smaller tributaries that spread towards both deltoids.

Amal came over to snake a hand around Jessica's corrugated waist, gripping a bulging section of abdominal muscle hard enough to turn her knuckles white. "You won't believe how hard she is, D, and she's not even flexing."

Jessica snorted, causing Amal to lose her grip, so she moved her fingernail around the undulating stomach instead. Jessica's eyes rolled upwards, hands lifting to brush the smooth sides of her scalp, and she suddenly flexed, collapsing the grooves of her abs into crushing vices. They gripped onto Amal's finger right up to the second knuckle.

Amal shrieked and tried to pull away, beating her other fist hard against Jessica's obliques. Looking bored, Jessica released her flex and Amal inspected her finger. "You broke my fingernail, bitch."

"Aw, poor Amal." Jessica took Amal's finger and sucked on it, flicking her eyes towards Dustin. He had the distinct feeling that these two had done a lot more than just suck on each other's fingers. Rage grew as he realized that Amal had left him for Jessica and he felt his muscles tense.

"You're all crazy, I don't want any part of this freakshow!" Dustin started walking towards the door but in a flash, Jessica was there, using only her upper body to shove him against the wall. Their exposed chests touching, his hands pushed against the enormous shapes of her arms and shoulders before trying to reach around her titanic back. Her entire body was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her skin was so thin and smooth and her muscles so hard that his hands scrabbled across ridges and veins, sliding off anything he tried to grab. Placing her palms against the wall, she trapped Dustin within a wall of tanned flesh.

Jessica flexed her chest, their mass surrounding his own pecs and most of his neck, and he felt himself getting hard as their skin pressed together. "Okay ladies, you know the drill."

Terrified, Dustin tried to call for help but his shouts were cut off as Jessica's pecs retracted and slammed into his, the impact causing him to lose his breath. Seeing his predicament, she relaxed and lifted him off the ground, her hands clamping his wrists against his thighs. He cried out as her strong fingers dug into his meaty quads. Realizing he could breathe again, he kneed her in the stomach with as much force as he could, only to feel a sharp crack of pain as it impacted against abs harder than his own bones.

"I almost felt that, motherfucker." Jessica's eyes narrowed. She turned Dustin in mid-air, so he could see what the rest of the girls were doing. They had placed an Olympic lifting bar on the floor beside a squat rack and were adding weight to either side. Counting ten large plates plus a number of smaller ones, Dustin feared that they were going to force him to lift it. He kicked at Jessica's leg but it merely thudded against a barrel-sized quad.

As four girls struggled to move the bar closer to the rack, Jessica lifted Dustin higher, showing no signs of strain. Oblivious to the fact that her head was now inches from his feet, Dustin thought about kicking in the softest part of her outrageous body. Then he realized that he would have to knock her out in one blow, otherwise she could quite possibly kill him.

Walking towards the crowd, a smile broke Jessica's face as they parted to let her enter the squat rack and press Dustin against the back wall. Gripping his wrists tighter, she opened her arms to force him into a spread-eagle position and two girls used the remnants of his own t-shirt to tie his wrists to the rack. Yelling profanities, he tried to pull himself free but Jessica's grip didn't falter as his chest heaved, shoulders twisted, and his feet kicked her repeatedly in the stomach. She stepped back and brushed the dust off her abs, leaving him high enough to see above her head but forcing him to stand on his toes.

His foot shot out to connect with her head but before he knew it, Jessica's hand intercepted and trapped it.

"I could snap your fucking ankle in half without breaking a sweat, you know." She leaned towards him and squeezed, causing Dustin to cry out. "But I don't believe in violence. And it's not nearly as fun as this."

She stepped over the loaded Olympic bar and shimmied out of her sweats, revealing monstrous thighs bursting with thick tendons and striated muscle. Each quad looked like barrels of superdense beef had been shoved underneath paper thin skin, causing wide arcs to splay out on either side of her legs and overshadow her knees by inches, if not a foot. The thickest veins Dustin had ever seen crept up their insides, forking off over the melon-sized teardrops swaying above her knees and splitting into numerous vessels that riddled the vertical mounds of her inner adductor muscles.

But that didn't prepare Dustin for the worst, as he forced his eyes closed at the sight of what was between Jessica's legs. Opening one eye, he could barely comprehend the amount of muscle competing for space between her legs, as her overdeveloped thighs were visibly pushed aside by vaginal muscles thick enough to swallow the triangle of her bikini. They flexed and rippled with every breath, as oxygen flooded the scores of veins traveling up her legs and down her waist to feed her inner furnace.

Turning to the side to pluck her bikini out of confinement, Dustin saw glutes the size of bowling balls bolted onto her backside, thrusting out far enough to hold up a few Olympic barbells on their own. Jessica had pushed them far beyond the muscular globes he remembered, now they were concave arcs of ribboned beef that threatened to penetrate her skin every time she moved. As she adjusted her bikini, her thighs and glutes exploded and receded, their combined depth bigger than the largest exercise balls in the studio and looking strong enough to burst them with little effort.

Facing Dustin again, Jessica threw back her head and laughed, earrings bouncing off her muscle-bloated traps. "Thinking about how strong I am? I can read you like a fucking book, Little D. It's too bad you were oblivious to how fucking horny I was when we worked out that one time. I wasn't nearly as strong as I am now, but I still would've taken you for a ride."

Speechless, Dustin didn't know if she was telling the truth or playing around. Was she really interested in him so long ago? If they had hooked up, could he have handled her strength, even if she claimed to be stronger now? Worse, could he have stood by as she transformed herself into this raging mountain of muscle?

All the girls formed a semicircle around the squat rack as Jessica rolled her head from side to side and spread her legs apart, squatting to grasp the Olympic bar. Her legs were a symphony of rippling muscle and vascularity, even as her bikini was consumed again by her sinewed pussy. With a deafening yell that caused some of the girls to cover their ears, she straightened up fast, lifting all five hundred and eighty pounds to her shoulders in a perfect clean. Her body exploded in size, blowing out her quads to make the plates on the Olympic bar look like tea saucers and forcing so much blood into her muscles, veins the size of hoses flared up across her biceps and legs. Taking in sharp breaths, the skin around her ten-pack abs vacuuming in with enough force to reveal striations, she waddled towards the rack and closer to Dustin. He could smell sweat and citrus, even as Jessica's enormous frame filled his vision. The diameter of the Olympic bar looked comically tiny next to traps four times its size and the vascularity across her chest and shoulders thickened and spread further as she carried the weight. Another yell and the bar was hoisted onto the rack's supports, six inches in front of Dustin.

Wiping her brow, Jessica used one small hand to roll the bar back, her forearm swelling thicker than Dustin's leg. When he realized what she was doing, he kicked his legs out to try and knock her down but only succeeded in twisting his feet at odd angles as they hit muscle harder than rock. Jessica didn't attempt to stop him, her exertions having pumped her muscles to gargantuan size and impenetrable density, the adrenaline making her feel like she could fend off a rhinoceros. He stopped kicking and pulled against his restraints, hoping his wrists would break free.

Seeing his muscles flex, Jessica sighed. "You're so fucking weak. I mean, you're a lot bigger than I remember, but my bicep is still fatter than your whole fucking face." She raised her arm in front of him, unflexed, blocking his view of the studio. "You're only tiring yourself out, Little D. Save your strength for what's coming next."

She rolled the bar until Dustin's neck was trapped between it and the wall, forcing him to stand on his toes.

"Now you can watch as we ladies practice." Jessica tapped the bar to make sure it was staying put. "I don't think this'll choke you but I wouldn't get too horny, if I were you." She laughed and turned away just as one of Dustin's wrists came free. He swung hard at the back of Jessica's head but the combination of fatigue and the confining Olympic bar meant that his fist simply thudded against a bulbous shoulder.

Jessica cocked her head but didn't turn around.

He pushed against the bar but it was like trying to move a house, the metal didn't budge. How had she lifted this? He braced himself against the wall and locked his arm, pushing with all his strength. The bar remained motionless as if it had been welded to the squat rack.

All the pent-up frustration and energy drained from his body. She was simply too strong to overcome. He nearly flopped like a rag doll before the bar cut into his neck, reminding him that he had to remain standing up.

Jessica turned her head and looked straight at him. "Good boy."

She pulled on her sweat pants, struggling to get the waistband around her pumped legs, as Amal and Zoe walked over to him. Amal looked concerned but Dustin was more interested in her body. Being intimately familiar with her former shape, he didn't think her increased mass and ripped condition would be appealing. Instead, he wished he could run his hands over those hard biceps and deep abs. The same went for Zoe, who was much smaller than her companion, but looked like she stepped off the pages of a fitness magazine. The combination of her facial beauty and improved physique had transformed her into a stunningly gorgeous woman.

"Jessica can be a little extreme but she means well," Zoe said. "You don't know how much of an asshole you were to me."

"And me," Amal added.

"How much of an asshole I was?" Dustin spoke through clenched teeth, making sure Jessica couldn't hear. "You two are complicit in all this, I'm trapped here like a fish. I'm going to fucking kill you when I get out of this."

Amal looked at Zoe then back at Dustin. "Are you serious? We're a lot different now than when we dated. A lot stronger. I can probably bench more than you now." She twitched her pecs softly, letting him see how much control she had, then fully flexed, looking down as they crumpled into thick blocks that leapt off her chest. They looked far better than his.

Dustin gulped and looked over at Zoe, who had raised her arm into an impressive biceps pose. "I'm not that strong," she said, "but you lay one hand on me and I'm sending over Jessica."

"I can't fucking believe this," Dustin said. "Why would you do this to me?"

Amal shook her head and reached out to brush sweat off Dustin's chest. "I do miss this but you were too much of a jerk to stay around. You had no idea that I wanted to become a bodybuilder, even though I was dropping hints left and right."

"And you always held me back at the gym," Zoe added. "Whenever I'd jump up even five pounds on a lift, you'd lecture me about putting on too much muscle. Good thing I learned to walk away." She ran a hand down her abs.

"Same here." Amal removed her hand and crossed her ams, making her pecs bulge even further. "If you had supported me, you'd be fucking the hottest hardbody in the country right now. Instead, you're stuck with nothing but your own wimp-ass self." She turned away and joined the rest of the women in their posing practice. Jessica called out to Zoe, telling her to leave Dustin alone.

Zoe smiled at the huge hard-on he was sporting, and touched a finger to it. "I'm still dating men, you know, even though Jessica is bigger than all of them. She's still putting on muscle though so who knows? Maybe one day I'll convert too."

Gripping his dick until it hurt, Zoe released it and strode away.
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That's a great ending!!! Thanks for the story!! 

[MyoFolio]

This is one of the best story I have read. Hope you continue this story. Also it would be nice if you can write a second story but this time Dustin ends up with Jessica when both trained together.

Thanks pij15! I don't think there's anything left to tell in this story but the second story sounds interesting.

[jcboyd]

Great work.  Not a huge fan of the ending (or why Dustin has to be such a HUGE jerk) - but a great universe created and so much left untold.  When Amal asked Jessica if she was using, I was just waiting for the chapter on Amal using and moving on from Dustin as she grew from that....

Nicely done. 

[Jaguar]

Fantastic story MyoFolio !  I love your long detailed descriptions of muscle, feel alive and they're incredible.  And your story is so much more than just descriptions!

And I love how you didn't try to make the growth instant, that it grew over time.  After each installment we're left wondering what will happen next?  Will the girl drop out of the story line, will she grow, will Dustin give up, or what?

And I liked that Dustin didn't give up on his training.  He persisted, he continued to train hard, but he just couldn't progress as fast as Jessica did (or as fast as the other girls after they left him).

Myself, I really enjoyed the ending.  It was a twist.  Dustin (everyman), thought he was being virtuous, but he was a villain and didn't know it.  How often do women harbor resentment towards men over preferences they never communicated with us, wrongs we thought were right, violations of rules we were never told existed?  It is might not be universal, but being an ignorant oblivious man is pretty common (judging by my life).


I was hoping that Zoe or Amal would out-muscle Dustin, sort of you know, not only is Dustin weak compared to Jessica, but he's also weak compared to Zoe.


But an author can't put every possible path in a story.  I'm happy with your choices.

Again, terrific, a fantastic story Myo !!!  I really really enjoyed it a lot.