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Tom's Encounter

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Chapter 1 - The Meeting

Tom waited, nervously drumming his fingers on the small coffee table in his hotel room. The television was on, but he wasn't paying any attention to it - he was both anticipating his coming appointment and fearing it a bit, as it was definitely his first time doing something like this. On the coffee table were tall glasses and a bottle of nice red wine that he had arranged for and set out hours earlier. The hours of sitting, waiting, wondering, had worn him out physically and mentally. He geared himself back up, reminding himself that this was a one time shot, and only he would know of his secret. Finally, after minutes that stretched to perceptible hours, he heard the long awaited knock at the door, and he jumped a bit in spite of himself. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the door and opened it, wondering what his night would be like from this moment forward.
He opened the door and had to look down to see his guest. Tom was six foot two, and the girl in front of him was a stretch to reach five foot two. Her thick, long red hair was tied up in girlish pigtails behind her hoop-pierced ears with long, flowing white lace bows, and the cascading flows of sunkist orange colored locks made quite a frame for her youthful-looking, astoundingly beautiful face. Two shining emerald eyes, with long black eyelashes, small yet full lips painted bubble-gum pink, and a cute button nose with a splash of freckles across the smooth bridge that spread, diminishing, to her finely sculptured cheeks.
In spite of her otherwise blatantly Irish characteristics, her skin was not pale, but a rich golden brown that had to have come from hours on the beach or in a tanning booth. She stood before him, a slight grin exposing perfect, pearl white teeth as he unashamedly looked her up and down. She wore a long, bulky black trenchcoat that ended inches above the floor and brushed the tops of her lace and pink frilled bobby socks, and her outfit was finished by a tiny pair of black saddle shoes, polished to a gleaming sheen. As nervous as he was, Tom could only stare, and eventually his guest spoke up, looking sideways somewhat nervously in the hallway.
"You gonna invite me in, or what? We don't want the Holiday Inn to charge me too, do we?" she grinned, lighting her cute face up and increasing her attractiveness exponentially. Her voice was soft and high pitched, and she spoke in a breathy tone that Tom knew would drive men wild if she so desired. Tom gulped, nodded, and opened the door wide behind him so she could slide by. She turned sideways and inched by him in the small available space made by the relatively narrow entrance. Tom glanced up and down the hallway as well, seeing noone, and shut the door quickly, pulling both the bolts.
"You must... be Krissy," Tom muttered, stumbling over his words as she set her purse down on the nightstand and surveyed the room.
"Yup, that's me," she quipped brightly, taking in Tom's hotel room and looking him up and down as well. "And you remembered the wine!" she cooed, picking up one of the glasses and taking a sip as she settled onto the couch. "You expecting someone else?" she giggled, and Tom flushed immediately.
"I just... figured you'd be a bit bigger," Tom began, embarrassed, wringing his hands as he stood next to the bolted door. "The website didn't have a picture, but I was looking for someone.... how do I say this.... big." Tom felt badly for putting the girl down, but there was a substantial amount of money riding on this, his one chance.
Krissy giggled again, settling her body into the sofa. She surveyed her client, six foot two, about one hundred and sixty pounds.
"Tom - don't you worry, I'm plenty big," she assured him, dropping a wink. "I came reccomended, didn't I?" she inquired, already knowing the answer.
"Of course you did, I just ... thought there might have been a mix up or something?" Tom continued to stutter, confused.
"Well, let me just get out of this big jacket and I can show you how big I really am," Krissy cooed, standing up slowly and begginning to shrug off her trench coat.
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Tom had always had a 'thing' for athletic, developed women, ever since he could remember. It started with bikini girl magazines, catalogs from Ujena and assorted other swimwear companies. He loved the toned, tight look of the gorgeous models, and hid the magazines from his parents and friends only to be pulled out late at night to admire. Everything changed for him when he was at the grocery store one day with his mother, ten years old.
He went to the magazine rack to try to convince his mother to buy him a comicbook, but upon glancing at the various selections, his eyes were immediately drawn to a magazine he'd never seen there before. On the cover was a girl, clad in a miniscule string bikini, making a muscle like the superheroes in his comic books, except she was 100% for real. He knelt down in front of it, careful to make sure noone was looking at him, and read it.
The girl gracing the cover was Amy Fahdli, he read, and the magazine was named Women's Physique World. He looked in awe and fascination at her arms, tight and sculpted, the flexed one sporting a lemon sized bicep, clearly defined against her tanned smooth skin. Looking again, he flexed his own puny arm in comparison, and realzied with a feeling of delight that this woman, who did something called the Ms. Fitness, was much stronger than he. He lifted the magazine a bit out of the rack to get a better look, and his mouth came open.
In the lower corner of the front page, obscured by the magazine rack until now, was a hugely developed, strong woman in the same sized bikini, bright yellow, her muscles bulging insanely, her ropy, mountainous arms curled in in front of her to expose two cannonball biceps. Her face was beautiful, and she smiled at him from the magazine, and in Tom's young mind she was flexing her giant muscles for him and him alone. Her chest was flat, excepting the two globes of rocky muscle in the bikini, and her stomach was staggering - a wall of ridged muscles graced her thick midsection just like Superman's. After seeing this for the first time, he was hooked - his fetish for female bodybuilders was firmly entrenched in his mind by the sight of the woman, proudly pumping her body to maximum size.
The next time he went to the market he went by himself, and stole a copy of he magazine. He felt badly, but didn't want to go through the hassle of explaining himself to a counter girl. He had never seen women like that, big, massive, muscular, and it turned him on almost to the point of obsession. He didn't even look at it as he shoved it in his pants, preferring to wait for he relative safety of a locked bedroom. The cover girl this time was not a fitness model, but a massively built female bodybuilder named Bev Francis. Her cover shot was amazing and a bit scary, her arms held high above her head in a victorius double bicep pose. Her bikini ooked like i had been painted on, it was stretched across her rocky, bloated physiqe like a second skin. Tom was immediately aroused, but looked through the remainder of his prize. Every page was filled with pictures of bodybuilders and weightlifters, some bigger and more developed than others, but all flexing their hard fought for physiques to the limit, straining bikinis with the size of the titantic thighs, full, rippling pecs, and blown out, bulging arms and backs. Tom appreciated all of them, but kept getting drawn back to Bev, the cover girl, astounded by the thick, steel muscles, the veins and cuts all over her tremendous physique that put every other body in the muscle-mag, and most of the bigger men involved in the sport as well, to shame. Tom couldn't get enough of looking at her bloated, razor sharp physique, and by now he was hard as a rock, harder than he'd ever been. He masturbated furiously and finished quickly, thinking longingly about what it would be like to simply touch the muscles of a woman like those bodybuilderettes.
As the years passed, Tom's obsession with musclewomen grew. He had to get a file cabinet to house all of the muscle magazines he had collected, and had even managed to tape a few of the seldom aired bodybuilding shows and contests. He knew by now that society as a whole looked at these women as freaks - watching television one night with his family, his father flipped to coverage of the Ms. Olympia contest. Tom averted his eyes quickly, not before seeing the final posedown lineup of oil slicked, rock hard female bodybuilders in the tiniest of bikinis making their pumped bodies bulge and swell with unnatural muscles.
Tom's dad grunted in disgust, and his Mom blurted out, "That is so disgusting - why would women want to do that to themselves?" Tom's dad replied, "Fucking men with breasts, thats all they are. And they had to use drugs to get that way." Tom quickly agreed with both almost too quickly, keeping his true feelings inside. To him, it didn't matter if they used steroids or not - he just knew that the sight of a ripped to shreds, vascular, musclebound woman, clad in a bikini and oiled up, was ecstasy to him. The bigger, the better, the more freakish and huge, those were the girls and women he wantd to see.
Tom managed to keep his fetish under wraps for years because of his fear of being outed and ridiculed. He was not gay, but for some reason muscles, and even better, bulging, sweat slicked, huge, veiny muscles on a female, turned him on like nothing else. He had had many girlfriends, all well-built and pretty by normal standards, and he had no problem being with them or having sex with them. His fantasy, however, and unfortunately unfulfilled, was to at least have a session with a musclegirl or bodybuilder. He had spent plenty on live webcams, video clip sites, and had read and even tried writing his share of femuscle stories, and he masturbated to them all easily. But before he would be married he would give himself the chance to feel a real bodybuilder's muscles, to hold and carress hot, bulging, veiny liquid steel on a gigantic musclebound female.
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Tom watched as Krissy struggled with her large coat - the buttons were straining against their latches due to her width. Tom was surpried he hadn't noticed before, but this young girl was really wide, and he had just assumed it was extra clothing as it was getting into winter and was unseasonably chilly outside. Krissy got her jacket buttons undone finally, and shrugged off the coat, revealing parts of her physique to Tom. Tom gagged at the sight, his eyes bulging in incredulous disbelief. Krissy had not been selling herself short one bit.
"You're .... that's .... impossible!" Tom gasped, his voice soft and brimming with fear, disbelief, and confusion. Tom had seen thickness, muscle density, striations and cuts, and extreme vascularity - unachievable feats for most men in the sport he had witnessed with his own eyes, layers upon layers and slabs of unnatural, undoubtedly steroid-fed muscles on women. Even these self-enhancing, deep-voiced physique stars did not begin to come close to the levels of muscularity and sheer size packed onto this girl's frame.
Collette Guimond was, in Tom's mind, one of the most developed, densely muscular women ever to pick up a barbell. He was also convinced that she had had chemical help along the way - her hammers of biceps were the size of her head, and crawled with veins - even her stomach looked unnatural, a bloated drumhead of thick armor plating. His old idol Bev Francis and the obviously gigantic Collette both paled in comparison to Krissy's bulbous, bubbling and swollen physique. Krissy was wider, thicker, and her muscles bulged inches outward immediately and ominously from her tiny wrists, elbows and knees like they had been inflated to maximum pressure and then some. Her face looked ridiculous atop the gigantic mound of beef that somehow had become her body.
Tom had seen many 'enhancements' to images on the web in his constant lustful search for more female muscle, drawings of obscenely, grotesquely muscled girls, as well as more photoshopped pics of already extremely developed musclegirls blown up to ridiculous proportion. He just couldn't believe that he had the real deal standing in front of him, the different pieces of her Catholic schoolgirl outfit straining, stretched to their mechanical limit to cover her immense mass without being disintegrated or torn to shreds.
"How..." Tom continued to fumble his words. "How did... women can't get that big!" he finally blurted out, eyes wide still and riveted to Krissy's newly revealed body. What Tom had figured to be a scarf underneath her coat collar turned out to be the girl's neck and traps. Her neck was thick, corded, wider than her head, and her trap muscles swelled to right underneath her earlobes so that her small hoop earrings actually rested on the unbelievably massive wedges. Her pigtails cascaded down, past the mounds of her trapezius, and laid on the open collar of her starched white shirt. The top three buttons were undone on the nearly see-through white dress shirt by necessity of the circumfrence of her barrel neck, and closed to a V right at the start of her both melon-shaped and sized pectoral muscles. The short sleeves ended abruptly a quarter of the way down her football sized deltoids, her bronzed skin stretching to accomodate the clearly visible heads of each muscle group that made up her tremendous, inflated shoulders. The dress shirt also ended up short on her torso, just covering the bottom of what might be her breasts or yet another hyper developed muscle group, and her stomach was nauseatingly muscular - unreal. Tom was aghast to see that standing straight up and not flexing, Krissy's wide stomach was a true 8 pack of cubed muscles, each meat bubble thicker than two inches, protruding against the smooth muscled wall of what would be a normal girl's abdomen.
Krissy grinned at the shocked look and agape jaw that always accompanied her clients' first real look at her blatant, excruciatingly cut and veiny super-physique. She did a twirl, tree-trunk thighs ballooning and swelling under her short plaid skirt, making it lift by crucial inches, showing the shelflike swell of her bulbous glute muscles, and turned sideways to Tom, looking admiringly down at her massively developed lower body and diamond cut, twenty three inch calves.



Chapter 2 - Krissy's Massive Muscles
Krissy sipped at her wine and pulled a stack of photos from the pocket of her discarded trench coat with a quick movement, holding them close to her muscle-stuffed chest and looking at Tom coyly. Seeing he was completely enraptured with simply the view of her monstrously developed physique, and knowing there was so much more to see and do, she decided to start her story.
She gulped her wine voraciously, dropping a wink to her slack-jawed admirer, and with the slightest, efortless flex made her mostly unrevealed, bulbous chest bob once, slowly and seductively, mounds of thick meat swelling beneath the pads of breast that struggled to maintain a sense of femininity in the young Irish bodybuilderette.
Her hyper-muscular body, as always, performed to the height of its unnatural development, her muscle-tits hardening as they flowed upwards, thick plates of beef forming a rugged landscape right under her chin, breasts squeezed through the questionable confines of her cotton dress shirt.
"Tom, you ARE right, most girls will never get as big as me," she began, setting the wine glass down daintily and nodding for a refill as her small hands encircled her thick barrel neck. Tom poured the wine clumsily, mouth still open, spilling onto the coffee table as he shook, observing intently, pants uncomfortably tight around hit tented manhood, as Krissy ran both hands down the Himalayan terrain of her bulging, thick traps, to the insertions of her multi-headed, blown out shoulders. It looked as if bowling balls had forecefully replaced the traditional supermodel's smooth line of swan-like neck to slender arm that drove fashion photographers wild. The dichotomy of Krissy's supermodel looks and almost alien, disgustingly and tremendously overdeveloped body had Tom's head spinning.
"I was in a horrible car accident when I was twelve years old." Krissy began, looking directly into Tom's wide eyes as she continued. Thrown from the vehicle, she had broken nearly every bone in her body, the effects of hitting the ground at over seventy miles per hour twisting her body terribly, rending muscle from bones and snapping tendons like old rubber bands. She was in traction for weeks, and the surgeon knew that an extensive, costly and dangerous surgery would have to be performed in order to just reattach all the things that weren't currently.
The doctors all gave prognosis and prediction, and the results were not good. Most graded Krissy's ability to merely walk at a mere 10-15% chance, even with the technology available and the leaps and bounds in medication and treatment. Krissy's accident had just been that brutal to her young body.
Krissy showed Tom the first picture in the stack, making extra sure to keep the others hidden until she saw fit. In the photograph Tom saw a little girl, in a half body cast, smiling still through the obvious pain - in the picture Krissy was surrounded by IV trees, tubes entering and exiting the body cast at regular intervals, pumping her young body full of the painkillers she so desperately needed to simply remain conscious.
"So, you see," Krissy continued, her profile to Tom showcasing her ridiculously thick, bloated barreled torso, shirt stretched to Olympian proportions across the mountainous swells of Krissy's shredded, lumped cubes of quivering pecs, her drumhead marbled stomach swelling ominously underneath the strained knot holding her explosive mass with dubious capability.
"Daddy took care of everything for me. I was shipped out to Fort Sam Houston," Krissy continued in a soft, husky voice that was driving Tom insane, and cocked her massive arm for a reality-shaking flex. Looking deep into Tom's awe-stricken eyes with her thick lashed emerald greens, with the slightest of twitches she made her thick, golden arm erupt in a volcanic surge of veiny, steel-hard and swelling girl muscle.
Tom's eyes nearly left his skull as Krissy's arm bulged, muscles writhing just underneath nearly translucent, tissue-paper thin skin. Thick cables of vascularity spread across the bulges of her thick, head-separated biceps muscles, accentuating the top of her magnificent, monstrously developed arms with an inch thick, pulsing vein.
Krissy smiled, her pearly whites brightening the room for Tom, and looked down lovingly at the trembling, twenty-two inch boulder sitting pretty and proudly, feathered with striation and crawling with thick worm-like veins, that exploded from the tight sleeve of her sheer white top like it had been trying to escape. Tom actually gagged a bit at the up-close sight of such unreal bulging power, and Krissy again giggled a bit.
"Touch it Tom, you know you want to," she cooed, and Tom's hand immediately met her hot steel. Tom rubbed the top peak of her gigantic biceps head, his fingertips brushing the thick vein atop slightly - Tom could feel the blood pump through her skin to feed the tremendous mountain of muscle. It was solid as a rock, bulging strangely, and warm under his touch.
"I was enrolled in a top secret military project through a friend of Daddy's," Krissy continued, flipping over another photo from the stack. In it was a picture of her in a wheelchair, in front of a cookie-cutter square government building with a sign reading 'Rehabilitation'.
"There was experimentation being done for helping soldiers that had been in tank explosions," Krissy continued, pulling her muscle-engorged arm away from Tom's wanting grasp. Looking down at the diminutive yet at the same time massive young Krissy, thinking of her iron bulge of bicep meat in his hands, Tom became instantly rock hard, harder than he'd ever felt before.
Krissy looked down to her swollen, waffled stomach as she continued with her story. "Regular injections of a new, experimental medicine had increased muscular regeneration and growth times by a factor of ten in lab rats," she said matter of factly, running her finders into the two inch deep grooves that delineated and separated her horrifyingly cut, blown out abdomen. "And I was to be the first human test trial subject - Daddy knew that it was my only chance at walking, moving, and living like a normal human being again."
Krissy's delicate hands moved to her relatively tiny hips, and flexed her gigantic back muscles. Tom gasped a bit as her back expanded like a cobra's hood, thick sinewy arms pushed to a 45 degree angle to accomodate her bulging lats. "So I was admitted, given a room in the center of the labs, and injected daily. My muscles responded well, and soon I was walking around again. That's when I started lifting weights on their program, to strengthen my healing body," Krissy's chest rose by inches with her flex, muscle-breasts squeezed together as her rippling arms shifted forward with her titantic lat flexion.
Krissy continued to work out as they told her, when they told her, over the loudspeakers in her room. She had begun to hate the cell, thinking of it as the prison it truly was despite the girlish accoutrements and getting anything and everything she asked for. The room was done up in beautiful pink furnishings, with plenty of her favorite stuffed animals to join her in the huge four post bed that had been moved in when she had first arrived.
Krissy flipped another photo over on the coffee table, and she was lifting weights in the lab room in a one piece unitard. The fourteen year old girl in the photo had the body of a fitness chapion, all cut and shapely muscle. Her six pack protruded sharply even in the picture as she was laying flat, about to bench press what looked like a considerable stack of weight.
"They used to watch me, you know," Krissy whispered as she undid the first straining button on her skin tight blouse. The button snapped open upon release by pink-lacquered, dainty fingers which then traced the jagged trail of her pectoral insertions, breastbone swelling by inches to form striated fingers of muscle, converging to form a rippling meat-cleavage, driving Tom insane as she slowly continued. Button number two and three revealed the top of a tiny, conceivably blood-red lace bra.
"At first I found it creeepy, scientists and labworkers standing and watching me work out," Krissy continued in her feathery whisper. "But I got used to it over the years, and actually started to like it when they watched." A smile smile began to curl the corners of her mouth.
Another button gone and Tom reveled in her fully exposed, barrel-thick and completely musclebound chest. The miniscule cups were nearly the size of the tiny red string that bound the bikini-bra to her young, explosively rumbling physique, covering just her visible nipples and little else. The last stands of her femininity were clearly visible through the lace, hard thimbles of girlishness surrounded by the mountainous, vein splattered landscape of Krissy's muscle-packed, swollen chest. There was no fat to speak of, the cups of the oversized bikini top flat against the ever shifting plates and mounds of power underneath.
"By this time I was pretty big, you know," Krissy spoke nonchalantly as she began to pull her shirt off, a block-cut, vein-covered eight-pack of bulging abdominal muscles rippling and reforming with the slightest movement of her wide upper body. "The drugs worked amazingly fast, faster than even the scientists thought they could! By the time I was sixteen I was this big already!"
Tom gulped uncontrollably, the thought of her being this incredibly massive and developed as a mere freshman in high school making his manhood jump convulsively as Krissy tried to peel the shirt from her pumpkin-shaped upper arms - the shirt had stuck right past her blown-out, swollen trap muscles on the mounds of shredded deltoids. Tom watched Krissy grimace in mild annoyance when the shirt refused to slide off the boulderlike swells capping her broad upperback like two speed bumps.
Krissy in a lightning-fast movement performed a crab flex that blew her pecs up like baloons. The cups of her micro-bikini popped audibly and grew stretched thin across the rigid pectoral eruptions of volcanic muscle underneath. The shirt didn't have a snowball's chance in hell - it not only ripped but exploded from Krissy's thick, bloated upper torso , tatters of white fabric floating softly to the ground in front of her vascular, pumped and bulging musculature.
Krissy handed Tom another photo, and he was aghast. This was a picture of Krissy, at sixteen tender years, in a pair of panties and a white bra that were pasted grotesquely, completely out of place, to her thick, armor plated physique. She was striking a double biceps pose, and her arms looked to be easily twnety inches around, her skin filled to the bursting point with huge, engorged muscles.
"Oh my God," Tom said in a weak voice, looking from the picture to the real thing, in full, muscle bound glory, inches from him.
   
   
Chapter 3 - The Show Pt. 1

"And so it went," she continued nonchalantly, as if the photographic proof she had just laid on the table of her freakishly, frighteningly massive muscular development at a young age where she couldn't even drive a car was a matter of course.
"But the drugs didn't stop reacting with my body like the scientists had thought they would, as you can plainly see!" she finished with another bright smile curling her full, pink lips to frame perfectly white, straight teeth.
"The stronger my broken body became, the better a host it was to these super-drugs and advanced steroids, and the more...." Krissy turned a quarter so that she was face on to Tom. She brought her ropy, thick arms down as if hugging a barrell, and inflated her upper body with muscle, her bra cups stretching from triangles to weird shifting polygons as her pecs swelled ominously.
A slight frown of annoyance swept her face as she noticed Tom's attention was still wholly absorbed in the picture of her, packed forcibly into the set of newly ill-fitting lingerie, her young body overflowing with powerful, packed on muscles.
Determined, Krissy straightened out one mammoth arm inches from Tom, the plunk of her hand pushing the table to get the maximum flex available finally drawing his eyes up from the teenaged She-Hulk in the photo resting on the edge of wood. He blushed, feeling a little guilty at the state of his openly noticeable, raging erection. The combined stimulation of Krissy's admittedly incredibly arousing picture in front of him and her matchingly, horrendously thick, gargantuan physique, forced into the tiniest of lace bras and a mini-skirt that left little to the imagination, hem reaching only far enough to cover the very top of her curved, muscle ridged ass.
The behemoth young musclegirl looked down, satisfied in a weird way with the size and rock-hardness of Tom's manhood, knowing that it was her burstingly muscular body that had produced this pronounced reaction. Granted, she had just met this man, but the effect her tremendous, musclebound young body had on men (and some women as well) was always exhilirating, ego-enhancing, and sexually stimulating to a gigantic degree.
"And they're even bigger now, Tom," she said coyly, a knowing smirk on her gorgeous face at the raqpt, singularly focused attention of her dumbfounded client, and performed the same pose as the photo in his hands just inches from him, her tiny blood-red bra almost lost in the plateaus, crevasses, and mountainous swells of her solid, dangerously bulging upper body.
"I would begin doing a show for my 'worshippers'," Krissy giggled, part in retrospect and part by the adoring, stunned look on Tom's face from the result of her skin and bra-stretching double biceps. "It's funny how much can change when people are observing you all the time, watching you, revelling in you," she continued, the grin a full blown, beautiful smile as she recollected on her younger years.
Her young face, beautiful in her reminiscience, belied the vein-riddled, bullishly meat-packed upper body mere inches from her ruby lips and small, delicate looking chin. She realized her lack of attention to her client, and looked straight into his wide open eyes.
"Wanna see me get pumped up, Tom?" Krissy said in a teasing, schoolgirl voice and tone, "I can get oh... so much bigger," she ended in a tantalizing whisper, and Tom's every wish was for it to be true - she was already bigger than any bodybuilders he had ever seen or even heard of, and he was about to get a private posing session with quite possibly the most muscular human being on earth, the title of most muscular woman long ago decided.
Krissy quickly dropped down, tree-trunk thighs expanding dangerously. Tom was dleighted to notice her bowling ball glutes peeking out from the ridiculously short plaid skirt, as Krissy's hand was touching her delicate looking ankle, and the musclegirl then ran her hand seductively up her blocky calves, to her tiny knees, to the outrageous swell of her thick granite quadricep muscles. Her legs were massive, every inch packed with striated muscle, and like the rest of her amazing body, covered in spiderwebs of spreading veins.
"And I think you can, too," in a silk whisper, as she dropped a seductive wink to his bulging crotch, and with an appreciative glance, put her hands on the waistband of her tiny skirt. "But I need to get this silly thing off so that I can show off my huge," Krissy began to tense her thick legs, causing the bulging quads to tense up, swelling upwards, pulling up from her slender kneecaps, "muscular legs for you, Tom. Would you like that?" she cooed, as the belt was undone quickly, professionally, with tiny tanned hands. She turned her impressive bulk so that her tight, obscenely muscled ass was pointed right at him.
Tom watched, eyes wide and mouth open, as the hem of her mini skirt began to drop, revealing two bulging globes of perfect, etched and tanned buttcheeks, split by the tiny lace red string of her miniscule thong. Each cheek was full, striated, and thick with muscle. Krissy bent over perfectly, like doing a deadlift, and Tom was treated to the sight of her corded legs biceps, fully stretched and defined, leading to the shelf of her perfect, muscular glutes as her skirt hit the floor. The tiny thong was trapped between twin boulders of hard meat, and Tom's hard-on raged, as Krissy had predicted, growing still a bit more. Krissy had now retrieved the tiny schoolgirl skirt from the floor, straightened up (causing a symphony of rippling musculature as she stood straight), and was again facing Tom, whose hands were clenching and unclenching in his intense need to reach out and touch this young female bodybuilding phenomenon.
The admittedly already tiny set of lingerie she now had on looked like it had been painted on as an afterthought in comparison to her mindlowing Olympian physique. Giant muscle was of display everywhere on her short, sickeningly wide and loaded frame.
"I used to work out in getups like this," Krissy said teasingly, rotating her hips so he was treated to her bubbling twelve pack abs bursting forth, rumbling and reforming around each indivdual ab cube, rolling over and obcuring the struggling panties - the tiny triangle covering her womanhood pulled tight like a sail and was even smaller looking due to the blood-engorged muscles of her crotch itself.
"I'd work out hard, and long, until I was screaming, covered in sweat," Krissy whispered, "all pumped up and huge, the drugs amplifying me." The scientists on duty would watch these muscle orgies, with a teenaged Krissy in the tiniest, body hugging bras and panties, pumping impossible weight loads and engorging her body with as much thick, hard muscle as she could. Her lower abs, painfully cut and veiny, continued straight into the red lace see-throughs, a starburst of thicker, pumping veins marking the washboarded descent into her frilled micro bottoms.
"I've seen plenty of these on those scientists as they stared at me," her tiny hand coming excruciatingly close to brushing his throbbing manhood. Tom thought that if this muscular goddess had actually touched it, it would've been all over. Her muscles were like a series of sausages stuffed to the point of rupture - the girl was filled, consumed by and bloated with the most freakish muscle mass that Tom could imagine. And it was all here, inches from his hands and face, huge, ripped, veiny and warm.
She raised her hand to Tom's face, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with a quick laugh. The amusement caused her already insanely protruding, carved and covered with an interstate map's worth of criss-crossing, disturbingly evident veins and arteries bulge of abdominal wall to shrink both inwards and outwards at the same time, muscles tightening and hardening as they still yet expanded in size. Krissy's midsection was now almost twice as thick as her titantic thighs, and her stomach muscles had been pumped to the point where they expanded unbelievably and unnaturally beyond the prodigious shelf of her blocky pecs. These in fact rested, inches of thick stone muscles themselves, upon the first freakish bubbles of her abdominal column.
Her clients almost always reacted this way, going almost comatose in disbelief for any length of time from a few seconds to a few minutes, depending on their exposure to female muscles in general.
Krissy found that the die hards, the true muscle-freak fetishists, could better absorb the mind-blowing levels of development she had been able to achieve through years of excruciating, scream-inducing training, and of course the help of Uncle Sam's finest scientists, nutritionists, and steroid therapists.
Tom was this kind of freak, she decided as he refocused on the rumbling ocean of protruding female stomach muscles, eyes widening yet again at the young girl's insane build and freakshow development. His view downwards to Krissy's cute, short pigtails was overflowing with lens-filling, bulging, veiny and striated, unreal girl muscle.
   
   
Chapter 4 - The Show Part II
 
"So tell me, Tom," Krissy said as she showcased her formidable, powerpacked, muscle-stuffed body to him, small hands highlighting different parts of her tremendous physique like a Price is Right model.
"What do you like about female bodybuilders?" she asked as she flexed one enormous quadriceps. Tom was treated to the view of her unflexed, barrel-thick thigh visibly exploding with muscles, pumping veins popping to the surface with the ferocious transformation of new-found pounds of extra mass. Her leg development was revoltingly big, pulsing with cords of hard, separated lumps of beef like multiple hams had been surgically inserted under her tight brown skin.
"Is it quads like this, Tom? Big, hard.... OOOoooohhh," the young muscle-queen moaned loudly as she flexed her rigid, bloated thigh again, willing more fantastic, mind-blowing size into her watermelon-sized, razor-defined quads.
" ... muscley thighs? Maybe diamond hard, veiny calves?" Krissy continued, a knowing grin on her face, spiking the same heel as her bulging, meat-packed thigh and pointing her toe. The slight movement caused her already twenty-three inch calf to swell like a balloon, resettling into twin diamonds of rock-hard upside down heart shaped meat, cut to shreds, with the most extreme vascularity Tom had seen yet - and Krissy was a textbook definition of vascularity - her entire mindblowing musculature was fed by hundreds upon hundreds and veins and arteries, all blatantly apparent and visible.
"Um...." Tom began, stuttering a bit and somewhat lost for words with this young colossus of Athenian power and sexuality standing mere inches from him, showcasing her unbelievable, explosively built physique for him and him alone, the miniscule lingerie pasted on her throbbing torso at complete odds with her overtly anti-feminine build.
If there could be the antithesis of a feminine body, this was it - hourglass shape ruined by thick cables of muscle, corded atop one another, from her ribcage to her hips, any swan-like shape of her neck obliterated by rippling mounds of unnerving neck muscles. Part of Tom's punch-drunk mind was still trying to disbelieve what he was seeing - Krissy, with just some light posing of her tremendous, bulging muscles, had gotten pumped up to the point of obscenity - the small flexes turned into waves of harder, repetitiously bigger, pulsing bulges filling every inch of her frame. She was colossal, with every visible inch of taut, tanned skin completely rippling with unnatural vascularity to accompany the similarly frightening size of her almost cartoonish body.
"Spit it out, big boy," Krissy laughed as Tom's hungry eyes went from her delicate ankle, up the ridiculous swells and bulges of her pumped, fully flexed legs, lingering for a moment on stretched, distended panties that clearly showed her sex. The strain of her cobblestone, lower abdominals in combination with her powerful, thick glutes had formed the panties like a second skin over her shaved womanhood, leaving nothing to the imagination. From there her bloated, taut twelve-pack stomach led into two pumpkin sized mounds of striated, cubical pectoral muscles, any remains of feminine looking breasts lost in the sheer massive volume of her thick and insanely ripped chest muscles themselves.
Her impressive globes of power-packed she-beef were capped off by the miniscule red lace bikini-bra, the strings tying the small triangles together across her moutainous, lumped muscle-tits looking ready to explode, cutting deeply into the abundant bulges and swells of meat that made up her flaring, cobra-hood lats. Tom reached her face, sitting prettily atop a thick triangle of bunched tendon and thick, ridiculously big trap muscles - they framed her beautiful face, reaching the insertion of her fine jawline, her golden hoop earrings laying sideways on their freakish mass. Seeing her smiling, gorgeous face relaxed him despite its strange existence atop this monstrous, hugely develooped physique, and he could answer.
"I've just always gotten 'excited' when I see female muscle," Tom said slowly, as Krissy smiled, nodded, and pumped a magnificent bicep into a titanium boulder, her arm expanding ominously as both triceps and biceps swelled with blood, cables of vascularity feeding her hot, engorged muscles. She looked at him in askance, emerald green eyes wide and innocent, bringing the index finger of her other arm to her pink lips daintily, causing that arm to rumble and expand as well. Krissy looked again down to the throbbing, vascular softball of meat on her arm, and flexed it harder for her worshipper - Tom heard creaking leather as her skin accomodated the additional, unnatural mass, and then a small grunt from Krissy as the flex was completed, her arm an insane, bulging twenty-four inches in circumfrence, thick muscles wrestling one another for room on her upper arm.
"The biggest girls turned me on the most," he confessed, thinking again of Bev Francis, his introduction to hardcore female muscle, but try as he might he could not conjure up the picture of the muscle-woman that started him on his rare-trodden path of fetishes.
His mind kept replaying highlights of Krissy's performance so far, from shirt-destroying, chest-inflating most muscular poses to the disgustingly giant thigh eruption of moments earlier, to the picture of a freshman girl with the physique of a steroid-fueled, eight time Mr. Olympia. Krissy was the epitome of Tom's fantasy, a female bodybuilder who had shattered the standards for muscularity of even that social extreme, her unnatural, drug-reinforced mass, striation, and vascularity replacing in Tom's mind his first standard of fe-muscle.
"Do you think I'm a big girl now, Tom?" Krissy asked seductively, her tiny hand cupping one pec, tracing the bullet of nipple accentuated by a tight lace covering, then continuing downwards, cupping each bulge of abdominal muscle as she traced her morphing twelve pack down to her girlish, out of place panties. She rolled her abs slowly, a coy smile on her face as even she could not resist admiring their cobblestone perfection as each brick of abdominal development took its moment of prominance on her swollen, beach-ball sized columned ladder of midsection.
"I know you didn't before, but do you think I've packed enough muscle on dis widdle body?" the young muscle phenomenon giggled, performing a slow, deliberate latspread pose for him. Her cobra-hood of back muscles expanded, doubling her girth, pushing her ballooned, pulsating pectorals together with the genetics-defying, freakish thickness of her wings of hard, rippling meat. Her sheer width, made Tom take an involuntary step backwards, where his knees collided with couch and he buckled, falling into the cushion as Krissy stepped in between his knees, her massive mountains of granite quads touching his kneecaps with warm liquid steel.

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Chapter 5 - Worship
 
Krissy's proximity, her short but unbelievably wide frame, thickened and augmented with pumped slabs of steeled muscles, had Tom harder than he had ever been before.
Tom had always had a digital multitude of offerings for his femuscle self-pleasuring sessions - Wordpad chronicles of pill-popping, mega-muscular and whorish high school cheerleaders, outrageously exaggerated manga-art of impossibly muscled schoolgirls, the gigabytes upon gigabytes of media files of hard, bulging, oiled and contest-ready female bodybuilding champion monstrosities - years and years of searching, collecting, hoarding anything that had to do with women and big, bulging muscles.
He had even had to search underground eventually to sate his appetite for female muscle by going through strange Middle-European websites to obtain black market tapes. Tom had found that the stringent controls on heavy growth enhancers and high grade steroids did not exist quite as stringently in what used to be the USSR, and as a result, the women in these collections were the most massive he had seen, pumped full of 'performance' chemicals, bodies bloated with gigantic muscle under young, supermodel faces. He was surprised and delighted that all of his years' carefully collected stimulus paled in comparison to the young, beautiful muscle-goddess just inches from his painfully hard, ram-rod straight manhood. Her paradigm-shattering physique combined with her gorgeous looks made her iconic in the world of female bodybuilders.
"I think your little friend there thinks I'm pretty big," Krissy purred, slowly widening her tree-trunk thighs, forcing Tom's legs outwards, bringing his swollen manhood to prominence. His eyes were inches from bubbling, wrought-iron abdominal muscles as the teen muscle-queen stepped closer in still, her big quad muscles close and high on his inner thigh. Krissy leaned over to her previously discarded trench coat, retrieving a small bottle of baby oil to Tom's craving delight.
"Do you think he'd like to see me all oiled up, Tom?" she teased, while giggling and running the bottle down the mountains and valleys of her stomach, a slight flex turning her stomach into a perverted, shredded cobblestoned waffle of muscularity. "My muscles look so much bigger, ... and harder," she breathed sexily as the bottle now ran along the edge of her tiny, frilled panties. "when they're covered with baby oil."
"Is.... is that going to be enough?" Tom sort of squeaked, submissive in acquiescence to Krissy's short but massively thick and widely bulging, awesomely veiny body.
"Aw, aren't you the sweetest thing," Krissy whispered slowly, leaning towards him so that her face was right next to his. Tom's eyes darted frantically from her close, delicate cheekbone and jawbone, to her striated, melon-sized pec cleavage, the tiny, taxed cups of her bra at the very edge of his field of view. The majority of what he could see were thick, meat-stuffed pectoral muscles, bulging striations crossing one another and making her skin look like the etching of a homemade pie. Occasional glances to her young, gorgeous face, dark-mascara-ed clover green eyes and sweet pink lips, made the outrageous, ripped to shreds body inches under that much more intoxicating and confusing.
"Why don't you try, Tom," she whispered directly into his ear, and dropped the bottle of oil directly into his lap. It bounced awkwardly off his stone crotch, which didn't move an inch. "Why don't you oil my thick," Krissy brought both hands together in front of her vein-mapped, muscle-lumped stomach and flexed her already enormous pectorals, "hard muscles," the teenaged monstrosity continued, pecs bursting with wriggling meat, "... and I can finish my story while you worship this temple." Krissy straightened back up smartly and looked down at his lap expectantly. Tom fumbled for the bottle clumsily, still a little embarrassed by his blatant erection, and popped the cap, spraying some of the precious liquid in his rush to fill his hands with Krissy's bloated, power-packed physique.
"Careful, Tom," Krissy teased, and dropped to both knees between his legs with a thump. She began to perform an ever-expanding double biceps pose repeatedly in front of her wide eyed client, inviting his oiled touch with both her eyes and the massive, waiting muscles she was pumping to a ridiculous size.
"That oil belongs on these babies." She held her tremendous flex this time, but with a slight grunt and a bit of effort, she was able to make the melons of bicep muscle expand unnaturally beyond the firmest of her flexes, a quirky unnatural bulge atop the major biceps heads a testement to brutal, body-punishing training and plenty of help from the super-steroids she had been injected with. Her intoxicatingly close, erupting volcano of a body was filled to the bursting point with rock hard, disgustingly cut muscle.
Tom filled his hands with the warm oil as quickly as he could, and immediately went for Krissy's throbbing, swelling biceps mounds. His slicked hands roamed the bumpy, granite landscape frantically as Krissy continued to pump her enormous, beef injected bowling ball biceps for his and her own pleasure. With each giant flex, Tom felt more moving, pumping veins under her soft, taut, tanned skin. The layer of oil he was rubbing lovingly into her skin softened it even further, strengthening the strange feeling of silky skin stretched like rubber over monstrous, solid mountains of power.
"So I finished high school in that lab, but my degree should have been in P.E.," Krissy giggled. "By this point I was so massively developed, so hugely muscular," she continued while simultaneously performing a hammer curl, her forearms cording up and rippling with veinwork as she brought her fisted, diminutive hands down to complete the mindblowing pose.
"There was really no hiding it - they had bought me baggy clothes, sweatpants and the like, Daddy even had some custom tailored for me on the Army's expense, but nothing could hide the fact that I was huge, massively muscular, and obviously experimented on."
"You see, Daddy wasn't overly happy with the fact that his daughter had been turned into a hardcore, superhero female bodybuilder, but being an Army man, realized that the transfiormation I had undegone was both amazing and a great leap in the help available to his disabled soldiers. I had been the first human test, and as you can see," Krissy said with a coy smile as Tom continued to fill his wanting hands with testosterone fueled, enhanced girl-meat, his mouth open in frank ecstasy as he kneaded her iron swells and freakish bulges to no avail.
"I was abnormally succesful," she finished with a winning smile, making her thick biceps quiver and wriggle under Tom's hands, causing him to gasp a bit as he felt their quirky movement under the light layer of oil between his worshipful hands and Krissy's cannons of muscle.
Her granite mounds were now covered with a slick of baby oil, erotically accentuating the odd angles and horrific, explosive bulges of her mass. She did a slight turn in between his thighs, forcing Tom's sticklike legs out a bit further still to accomodate her amazing width, and presented her striated, pumpkin sized deltoids for his worship as she continued.


Chapter 6 - Worship Pt. 2
 
Tom rubbed oil lovingly and frantically into Krissy's wide, melon-sized deltoids, his fingertips exploring every steel inch, every muscular swell and crevasse, every hard tendon and strip of bulging meat that made up her titantic upper arms. She rotated her large, lumped shoulders to his quickly roaming touch, causing her freakish trapezius muscles to swell like an ocean hurricane, waves of bulging power surging from collarbone to the tips of her earlobes, jiggling her earrings with the edge of their stone hardness while simultaneously making her long red pigtails jump up a bit.
"Do you like my big, powerful shoulders Tom?" Krissy asked with velvet seduction, pinning her surprisingly bony elbows against diamond cut serratus and the unmoving swells of lat meat, making her blood-engorged, oiled delts erupt in unbelievable size, along with the slow bulge of her unnaturally thick, veiny traps.
"Concrete, veiny deltoids, huh? What do you think? Are they big enough yet?" she continued to tease as Tom's hands tried desperately to massage her thick traps - he looked like a masseusse going to work on marble - her flesh felt like river stones that had sat in the sun all day under his touch - he could feel the fresh, oxygenated blood pumping relentlessly through hard muscles to feed her swelling, bulging upper arms.
"The scientists sure liked them - and the more they watched, all but a few of them pretty excited," Krissy continued with a slight giggle, her eyes again dropping to Tom's impressively tented pants as his hands were again quickly filled with more of the warm, viscous posing oil. Krissy shifted again, spinning deceptively quickly for her amazing density and thickness, so that she again faced Tom, face beaming, flushed, beautiful, her prodigious arms glistening, the huge muscles even more outrageous in their definition, covered with fat, protruding, sausage-like veins. Krissy's perverse, all encompassing pride in her obscene muscularity, her meat-bloated physique's total disregard for all things feminine and natural, was clearly evident to Tom as she looked from one bulging giant cannonball of bicep to the other, self-adoration in her eyes and a bright smile of pure happiness on her face.
Going into a revoltingly cut-deepening crab pose, Krissy concentrated, eyebrows drawing together, focusing her flexing. Her already extremely pumped pecs exploded by inches of coalesced muscle mass, the skin shiny around deep striations of thick meat.
"The bigger I wanted to be. No, needed to be - after getting big there was no going back - I loved the way my new body felt, I loved being strong, rock hard, and massively built," she finished, looking down lovingly at her squared, mannishly over-muscled breasts, and with one last effortless flexion, snapped the futilely straining, tiny bra for good, tearing one of the miniscule cups against the ungiving, razor edged lump of quivering meat and rendering the thin string ties useless as they disentregated into puffs and scraps of red fabric. Krissy giggled and shrugged out of the torn remnants of her bra, ripped pecs and immense shoulders swelling and rippling, and looked to Tom, shameless in her toplessness.
"It's okay, sweetie, these stopped being breasts to me a long time ago - now they're just another part of what I've worked hard and been lucky enough to have - big, strong, girlie muscles." Krissy explained nonchalantley, seeing Tom's eyes automatically divert themselves from the years of socially ingrained training regarding exposed women's breasts. Only these were like no breasts Tom had ever seen, magazines, websites, and experience combined.
"Oh my God," Tom whispered, both parts awe and shock, as he, given permission of sorts, openly stared now, wide eyed, at one of the last parts of Krissy's meat-stuffed body that had been covered by the delightfully yet ridiculously tiny lingerie set she had stretched around her insane girth. Her cubes of pec muscle, multiple inches thick and matching the rest of her physique in vascularity, were rounded at the bottom by the afterthought of tiny breast tissue planted atop ripped, rigid mounds of meat. Cute, tiny nipples, a quarter inch long and pink against deep-tanned skin stood triumphantly, strangely out of place on the swollen, muscular canvas.
Krissy crossed her huge arms, and continued. "You know all girls want to be able to make their breasts bigger, especially teens - well, I could! With each day, each workout replacing fat with muscle, I could be any cup size I wanted!" the humongous Olympiette smiled grandly, and with a sly wink, her long black eyelashes bobbing once, slowly, started bouncing her mammoth, naked muscle-tits for Tom.
His hands went up as if to defend himself, covered with fresh oil, a look of shock and with surprise on his face, Tom was treated to Krissy's show. Just as he had adjusted to being able to just look at Krissy's unbelievable, bulky pecs, they just as quickly became jumping, bulging orbs of veiny, impossibly shredded muscle, bobbing and at the same time swelling with obscene growth, the strange bulges of her upper pectorals touching the point of her curved chin as she looked down lustfully at the pistoning mounds of meat. With a long, drawn out sigh of pleasure, she stopped the horrifying, seductive pulsing of her pec dancing, and Tom's hands, idle til now, bolted to the mounds of heated girl-meat, frantic in the movements to knead warm, slippery oil onto every bulge, every lump, every rocky curve of her amazing chest.
"I continued to lift weights ferociously, even sneaking in extra workouts late at night. I'd save up the pills and syringes, which came much less frequently because of my already superb development. I think Daddy probably had a hand in that - I already was bigger than the freakiest champion male bodybuilders, and so even the most fringe of the women bodybuilders, abusing steroids for years to morph into hulking mass monsters .... there was no woman that could match up to my muscularity."
Tom nodded complete agreement, mouth open and eyes glazed, his hands full of quivering female steel pecs now, having already experienced a tauntingly small taste of Krissy's genetically enhanced, unnaturally muscular symphony of the body. He stared, dumbfounded, at the blocks of powerful muscle inches from his eyes, yet quickly cupped her bullet-hard nipple from underneath the swell of the remainder of breast tissue, and lifted Krissy's big, naked muscle-tit by inches, choking a bit at the feel of the heated weight of it - it had felt like he was lifting a twenty-five pound dumbbell, but rubberized steel couldn't possibly feel this dense, this packed-in, this unbelievably powerful and sexy. Krissy flexed the fondled muscle hard with a coy smile, and Tom's hand was forced back hard and far enough where he nearly smacked himself in the face as her amazing steel meat-breast erupted underneath his hold, expanding to twice the size of his groping hand in under a second of liquid pectoral flexion.
"You see, Daddy was running for Senate at the time, and if America had found out that he had turned his own daughter into a freak of nature, a girl so muscular that the public couldn't possibly accept it - I'm betting somebody told him that wouldn't be so good of an idea. I was already in seclusion, and they hoped that by lowering my doses they could stabilize the effect all of that yummy," she licked her lips slowly, the pink tip of her tongue following the pink glisten of her lipstick, "testosterone had had on my poor little body," she finished, her voice dripping sarcasm.
"So I'd save up all of the steroids and growth enhancers for those secret workouts. I'd inject myself with three or four day's worth of doses, pop a couple of the pills, and pump tons upon tons of steel until I was screaming with the pain, feeling my skin stretch around my visibly growing, pulsing muscles, until I would collapse on the floor, rolling around naked in a big pool of my own sweat as the drugs coursed through every throbbing, swelling, locked up bulge in this body."
"I killed myself night after night, piling on more and more weight and muscle, more thick, swollen girl meat, for them, to be their freak show - I loved the attention, the open mouthed stares of the new workers when they observed me for the first time, the way they couldn't stop staring at me, watching me work out, covered in baby oil, my tiniest thong bikini, veiny.... massive.... muscular," Krissy whispered, her eyes closed as Tom's hands traced each finger of muscle insertion in her bulging, etched, rippling meat-cleavage.
"Nobody paid attention to me before my accident, but now things were different, now I was big, my body was bulging, ....bursting with hard, thick, unbelievably strong muscles! I figured out by watching the scientists that a lot of guys really did like muscular girls, as much as they would swear against it - I knew from the stares that they liked my huge size, my sick cuts, they just couldn't stop ogling my amazing, ripped muscles - even the girls!"
"So many sly looks when they didn't think I was looking, so much keyboard or desk-covered secret masturbation during my workout and posing sessions," the titantic young musclegirl continued, smiling into her client's eyes at the look of pure joy on his face as he traced more and more of her exuberantly prominent, stony musculature.
"The gifts and money I'd receive on the side from a few who were especially enamored with girlie muscles, the way I had a few of the guys even bringing me MORE steroids and growth enhancers, on promise in whispers of how I wanted to be even bigger, more massively muscular, freakish ... ripped... and couldn't they PLEASE help me, didn't they want me more muscular, more jacked than ANY one, woman OR man?" she continued in her breathy, almost whiny soft voice, and Tom knew the scientists in question had been putty in her strong hands.
She stood again in front of him, her naked upper body lubed with warm posing oil, accentuating every ripped sinew that made up the mini-keg sized mounds of pumped-up girl-meat that was now her chest. "And they did, Tom, they wanted me to get bigger still..." she again struck a crab pose, her oiled, shredded granite mountain range jumping and erupting sickeningly with veiny mass, "... more massive, until I was all muscle, no bodyfat to speak of - until I was a demented, testosterone-fueled she-beast, ripped to shreds, bigger than anyone, bursting with power," she exhaled deeply, lust oozing from every pore as she turned herself on uncontrollably talking about her beloved, freakshow physique.
"And I wanted what they wanted, Tom," she continued, and inhaled sharply, ballooning her thick abdominal column, swelling her stomach like a drumhead, topped by bubbles of abdominal cuts that raised, ridged, like the bumps of a tortoise shell. Inevitably, her entire midsection quickly was invaded by cabled, split veins and pumping, inch thick arteries as she flexed the distended, steel wall, blowing out a disgusting twelve pack of popping, apple-sized bulges that Tom quickly ran his oiled hands over frantically, trying in vain to oil one rolling bubble of meat completely as all twelve shifted, squirming, swelling and receding, on the young girl's bloated torso.
"It's my destiny to beat the best, Tom - to be the biggest, most muscular girl in the world. I want everyday people to be revolted by how huge my muscles are, how ripped my conditioning is, how many veins I have on every inch of my pumped up, chemical-injected, musclebound body," she whispered to him, eyes half-lidded, revealing at last her truest fantasy.
"And for guys like you, for guys like you and the scientists, I want to be your freak ... your muscle-goddess, your barrell chested, hammer-armed, brick-shithouse built bimbo! I want to pump myself up, inflate myself with sick, record-breaking, mountains of muscles for you to worship, to touch and feel, to pleasure yourself to, no matter what it takes," she continued in the same seducitve, feathery tone, as Tom had finally finished oiling up the first six pack in her mindblowing set of two - he felt her belly button, stretched insanely into a hard, thin slit by the explosive, waist-thickening mass of horribly cut up muscle that was her midsection. Painfully and unmistakeably hard himself, Tom quickly filled his hands yet again with more of the oil - the scant moments away from the rippling, beastly abdominal wall in front of him were like torture, knowing that his fantasy, thickly muscled and ripped to shreds, was right in front of him, sexily awaiting his touch and worship.
As he oiled her amazing lower abs, wincing and drawing back a bit as he felt the cut bubbles continue even under the tiny triangle of her panties towards a mound of meat and her tender sex, Krissy continued her sexy whisper.
"How big would you like me to be, Tom?" she cooed, stepping up and away from him, skin slicked with oil, naked from the waist up and disgustingly pumped, huge muscles straining against one another under tight, shining brown skin. Her tiny lace panties were stretched grotesquely across the swells and balls of muscles that surrounded her tiny hips, eclipsed from the far side by the begginnings of skin-bursting blocks of striated, veiny quad meat.
"I can be bigger than this, I can work out for you," she continued, panting a little bit in anticipation. "I can get huge for you, Tom, do you want me to do that? Just say the word and I'll pump myself to the limits, stuff and force myself with bigger, harder, veiny muscles until you'll think I might rupture," she finished, licking her lips again slowly, clearly enjoying herself.
"But first, I think you have me at a clothing disadvantage," she giggled, and reached down to Tom's pants, tented out by inches from his throbbing manhood. Quick as lightning, she had grasped the trouser fabric and ripped the pants from his body, amazing strength destroying the seam of the jeans and removing his pants forcibly before he even moved. He sat, eyes wide open at the feat, in tighty whities stretched to their limit by the size of his arousal.
"And these," she giggled again, and before Tom knew it, she had him completely naked, the remnants of his shirt and underwear dropped from her tiny hands. She looked him up and down once, eyes lingering for a minute on his impressively excited bodypart, and turned to the hotel bed.
"What do you weigh, Tom, about 160?" Krissy asked, fluttering her black mascaraed eyelashes in girlish fashion. He nodded quickly, confused and excited at the same time, and Krissy turned away from him, striding to the bed with tremendous flexing and swelling of her tree trunk thighs and muscular ass. She sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a desperate cry from the bedsprings as it accomodated her abnormal mass, and grasped the tiny laced panties, pulling them over her titantic quads and delineated leg biceps. Tom's eyes locked in as Krissy slowly pulled them down, and to no one's surprise, they snapped like thread when presented with the thickest part of her staggering thigh development. Krissy dropped them aside the bed with a shrug in his direction, and beckoned him over with a pink lacquered fingernail.


Chapter 7 - The Workout
 
Krissy's body was painted with a slick sheen of mixed posing oil and sweat, every naked inch of her gigantic, muscle-laden and disturbingly quivering he-man's physique highlighted and glistening, bulging in impossible, masculine superhero blocks.
The massive young musclefreak was smiling ecstatically, whining, and grimacing in intermittent, abrupt cycles, the rush toward explosive orgasm induced by blowing out and pumping up her titantically muscular, scientifically mutated physique in front of an adoring, worshipping client, combined with the now excruciating, ultimately exciting pain of curling him one-handed off the floor of the hotel room making a fearsome theater of her face.
What it did to her already staggering body was hard to describe in words - thick, angry cables of veins and arteries pumped visibly under her saran-wrapped, unblemished bronze skin as she curled Tom again, not quite as quickly as the previous twenty-some reps and somewhat jerkily.
Tom, for his part, had his large hands wrapped around Krissy's wrist. Her wrist felt fragile, bony in his grip. It left him flabberghasted how her skinny wrists could metamorphose just inches above, where the larger muscles of her muscle-stuffed forearms insertions met bone. He inched his hand upward carefully, over oil-slicked skin, to touch the inches-thick, corded tenderloins of muscle rippling along, forming a large, lumpy cone of hard girl-meat on her forearms. Tom looked up past the granite-solid, horrifyingly cantaloupe-sized biceps muscle looming, swelling and bulging quirkily like an animal inside a balloon, struggling to burst free from its' confines. Krissy's once angelic face was now pain-filled as she completed the tortuous rep, interspersed with tortured grunting, spit flying from her bitten pink lips.
"HnnngnnNNNNHHH! I'd say you're .... " the bulging bodybuilderette huffed, " ..... a lot closer to 200, Tom," Krissy finished and then groaned in outright pain, her disturbingly shaking biceps grotesque and HUGE, the tiny fibers that formed each monstrous swell fully visible, her skin audibly groaning itself, its' surface shiny and stretched. Tom feared Krissy might be, as bewildering as it was to him, just too massively muscular, as she started to reach size and swollen mass-levels that were sickly beyond what even Tom's dedicated schmoe, muscle-loving mind could even digest. The determined torture that the chemically altered, impossibly musclebound young lady curling him had put her arms to had developed them to unnatural size and ripped conditioning.
There was a slight knock at the door, but neither occupant heard it due to the increasing volume of Krissy's animalistic grunting, huffing and squealing as her already bloated, inflated naked body expanded still a bit more, impossibly swelling with bigger, striated man-meat - Tom looked up to her grimacing, red face, startled, as Krissy's overtaxed skin groaned loudly, like a sneaker run down a leather sofa, as more volume of unnautral she-beef coalesced all over her vibrating, muscle-bursting young body. Her eyes were closed, wrenched in pain and crinkled as the ongoing curls showed her incredible power and stamina, in addition to her blatantly obvious mass and size.
The maid, Rosa, had opened the door with impatience and crossed the threshhold of the hotel room, eyes immediately drawn to the horrid, movie-monster abomination of nature groaning loudly atop the bed. She had just accidentally walked in on some perverted gay sex act in progress, she thought with annoyance and much disgust. She noticed quite instantly that the short, groaning man on the bed was most obviously abusing truckloads of steroids - as he curled his friend, grunting and groaning like a penned bull, his body was visibly growing, pumped up to a vein-riddled, ridiculous and gag-inducing extent, and Rosa's hand went to her mouth at the incredible, frankly disgusting and yet strangely stimulating sight.
This guy must inject juice by the gallon, she thought with twinned dismayed scorn and surprise at the circus-show human being, thinking of the punishment this young man was forcing his body into, and for what? Huge, unnatural looking, bulging muscles all over, erupting in freakish valleys and mountains of hard, ugly power lumps.
Rosa personally thought the look of the bigger bodybuilders, especially the muscle-women with their cartoonishly exaggerated shapes, fake tits due to their obsession, and muscled jawlines, to be too much, too beyond developed. This muscle-monster in front of the diminutive Hispanic girl put even muscle-mag cover-gracing, roid-injected men's champions to shame.
To each their own, she tried to convince herself in an unexpected moment of tolerance, from which she was ripped violently by the tremendously loud groan and visible muscle inflation of the jacked-up, rivers-sweating bodybuilder as another repetition with a heavy human weight was completed.
Head still down in concentration, Rosa supposed, the man's morphing arm was hyperdeveloped and incomprehensibly pumped up - huge, throbbing veins splayed across what looked like four individual muscle heads, each quivering and writhing underneath taut, tanned and oiled skin to form a gigantic, bulbous biceps that was by far and away bigger than any Rosa had ever seen, football linebackers eclipsed by this young freak.
Krissy's monstrous physique had now reached the point where even Tom, his mind fried by the proximity to his ultimate fantasy, a young, powerfully muscular, gorgeous female bodybuilder, began to wonder if this, this extreme, was truly attractive and sexy, though his hugely erect manhood told the truth of the matter.
Krissy was muscle-fetish on overdrive, amplified by a factor of ten in her unnaturally overpowering, dominant, pants-tentingly extreme muscularity. Tom continued to witness her continued growth and alarming striation, mountainous muscles swelling and bulging against each others' dually rocky and slicked, swollen surfaces. A loud, drawn-out half grunt and keening wail, and the Athenian beast began another curl.
Rosa's throat tightened and her stomach jumped as the freakshow muscleman's body literally inflated by multiple inches with another wave of rippling mass. Head down, traps hulking, his huge, swollen and musclebound body actually vibrating, every square inch of his naked chest cut with deep crevasses of striation criss-crossed with interstate networks of pulsing veins. His gay lover hung from his cartoon-like arm, naked, with an impressively big, hard cock swinging between his legs that jerkied every few seconds as if on a marionette string.


Chapter 8
 
The look of this he-man's body was at most times horrifying, yet at other times, incredibly arousing, but not in a wholly sexual way - as another grunting, incredible curl of the other grown man was completed, Rosa realized she was aroused by the unreal strength and the muscles carrying it, the want to be powerful that his amazing physique encompassed. She looked quickly back at the door, and realized she would likely be caught now if she tried to slink back out.
"I'm so .... sorry, gentle .... men," Rosa began, stumbling akwardly and backing towards the door, and then her jaw became unhinged. An instant prior to the look of disgust, disbelief, and shock that contorted the young girl's face, Krissy's mascara-lashed green eyes rose with her head to look at the unknown new guest, and Rosa could see atop the steroid-injected, ripped and meat-stuffed male bodybuilders' physique two flame-red pigtails tied in white lace bows framing a beautifully feminine face, the young girl's lips in a small 'o' of surprise, emerald eyes wide in shock at the intrusion.
Rosa looked in disbelief from the gorgeous, soft features of Krissy's face to the ultimate contrast that she had mistaken for a chemically enhanced man's body.
Her feministically ruined, titless chest was comprised of two dodecahedranal orbs of delineated, shredded pec muscles that were sickly bulging, swollen to the point that her nipples pointed straight down, trapped underneath a shelf of stony girl-beef. It really was no wonder that she had thought this young, freak show mucle-girl a man.
Rosa's stuck wide eyes followed the obvious pointers to Krissy's distended, heaving stomach. With each rapid, labored breath the young bodybuilderette's stomach swelled by a half foot, making her masculine, cubical muscle-tits jiggle disturbingly with the forced upswing, the swollen bulge of her midsection subdivided in a grid of individual, skin stretching, gorge-raising bubbles of abdominal development that were quickly overcome by a speeding wave of thick, throbbing veins and arteries, crawling across her swollen drumhead abdominal wall like invading worms.
As she had jerked upwards at the maid's unexpected appearance, Krissy's thick, bulging stomach had drawn in, pool-ball sized abs vacuuming, and her sex was revealed - it was obscene, an affront to everything and anything remotely feminine. The small clam of her shaved sex was surrounded by violent, angry swells, exploding from her pelvis in odd mountain ranges, roped with thick, pumping, muscle-engorging veins in what was supposed to be the most delicate of places. Gourd-like, fist sized thigh-muscle insertions completed the revolting picture, rendering the area between Krissy's blown out thighs an abomination to winess.
Despite the strain of keeping 200+ pound Tom aloft with one swollen, meat-inflated arm, Krissy was delighted by the sight of the young Hispanic woman, a blanked-out stare of on her pretty face, her jaw swung wide open, her tongue even poking out a bit. Mind blown, the maid stood frozen and stared at the impossible, naked young real-life anatomy chart, all ridiculous swells, bulges, and rippling hard meat where soft curves and feminine lines should've been.
Krissy looked down lustily, and flexed her half-foot-thick, titanium pecs for her new guest. The melons of meat rippled, a wave of flexion crossing the thick mounds from bottom to top - her tiny, erect pink nipples slid again under the muscle ocean's surface as the swell reached its staggering summit. Krissy, enjoying the slack-jawed, frightened and ultimately confused look on Rosa's face, along with the mixture of awe and need in the pretty girl's eyes made her go for gold, and she began to make her beef-injected pecs alternately jump, the beef orbs erasing any last hint of normal looking, soft and fleshy breasts, bouncing on wave after wave of huge, hard muscle.
Rosa stared as if watching a car wreck, witnessing the impossible as Krissy's thick, mannish chest rumbled, expanding upwards and outwards simultaneously and horribly, swelling to nearly a foot thick each of veinous, rippling meat. Rosa's stomach couldn't take the unbelievable, disgustingly unnatural sight anymore, and she violently vomited a hot stream of liquid onto the carpet. Krissy giggled in delight as the poor befuddled girl instantly dropped to her knees in the puddle of her own vomit from merely being a witness to her drug-enhanced, hyper-muscularity, the young girl groaning and holding her aching, roiling stomach, unable to move.
Waves of nausea continued to attack Rosa as she paid her unwilling, strange tribute to the impossibly muscular, disgustingly meat-bloated young girl, unbelievably still holding Tom with one muscle-writhing arm, his hugely erect, throbbing dick jumping in strange rhythms, looking ready to explode at Krissy's whim.
Rosa, meanwhile, was paralyzed, her mind shut down with the images of the demented muscularity on freakshow display in this girl's diminutive five-foot one frame - every inch of her was molded steel, sheathed with unnaturally huge, retch-inducing bulbuous bulging balloons of meat. Even with her cheek in the resultant puddle of hot expulsion, her eye rolled involuntarily to look with envy and wanting once again on Krissy's freakish, oil slicked physique.
"MMMMMNNnnnfff! Yeahhhhh ...." Krissy moaned, a blissful smile on her half-lidded face, and flexed her free bicep, watching her arm swell with pumped girl meat, going in an instant from insane to impossible. Her ridiculous, twin pillars of unnatural muscle were horrfyingly huge and razor edged. The effort elicited the loud groan and actually drew blood from her painfully bitten lip, holding Tom's form straight out at arm's length, his shocked and adoring eyes locked in on her skin-splitting, quivering biceps head right in front of him.
Tom, despite his raging erection and feeling he might explode at any second, began to feel spit gathering in his own mouth in preparation to being nauseous as witness to Krissy's horribly cut-up, bulging mass of unnatural, norms-defiant twenty-eight inch biceps heads - their craggy surfaces were intertwined, snaking vascularity, ever-changing angles as her lifting arm had reached its peak limit - her skin about to split around the surging she-muscle.
"I'm ... so.... JACKED," Krissy exhaled strongly, a mist of spit escaping dainty pink lips with her exertion. "That maid thought I was a ....", the immensely pumped up muscle-goddess continued in rapid fire, groaning loudly, head thrashing about a bit, ruby pigtails swinging from side to side, as soon as she spat the small phrase out. "MAN!, Tom!" a wide, white smile was immediately vanquished as she grunted, a deep frown flashing across her flushed, gorgeous face as a wave of muscle-locking pain struck her quivering, alarmingly writhing, pulsating muscle-bound arm.
"Look at my....HUGE.... biceps, Tom.... MMMNNNFFFFF!! ... " Krissy commanded in her sweet, feathery voice but ended in an uncontrollable, bullish grunt. She finally let Tom touch the floor again, lowering him slowly as the sickeningly gigantic bicep began to stretch back out a bit, trembling and quivering strangely, yet starting to lose its nightmare-inducing girth. Krissy knew instinctually that to force any more unbelievable size into her steroid-built edifice of a physique was to risk the rupture of her skin like that of a split grape.
   
   
Chapter 9 - Fulfillment

The dementedly linebacker-shaped, rippling muscle-freak suddenly dropped Tom to the floor lightning fast at the apex of her loud moan, her adoring, worshipful client, who had been the singular focus of her attention for so long that day, forgotten immediately as her eyes closed when a sudden rush of erotic pleasure hit her grossly musclebound crotch.
Tom fell the few last inches to the floor, his eyes locked in on the disgusting sight of Krissy's womanhood become enveloped, swallowed and eclipsed from his viewpoint by striated, rippling she-beef from her disgustingly bloated, meat-packed thighs to her staggering, swollen eight-pack stomach, his jaw rattling as his ass hit the floor by the bed. Below the last cube of sickeningly protruding abdominal muscle a bulge of solid, hard meat Tom didn't even know existed erupted into rigid prominence by inches above her crotch as the sound of dripping juices running down thick, barrel-like bulging thighs marked her spontaneous, long awaited orgasm.
Tom looked on in awe and fear as Krissy's pulsating, engorged muscles all locked up frighteningly and simultaneously with the intense tidal wave of her pleasure, bringing out every freakish detail of her amazing, bloated, razor-sharp musculature, veins in full, rigid yet sickengingly pulsing spiderwebs across each and every inch and body-inflating pound of massive, impossible striated man-meat.
Tom was startled as Krissy's loud, deepening moan turned into loud, satisfied yet bullish grunts with the simultaneous rolling, intense contraction of every blood-engorged, rigid and swollen part of her tremendous physique. Krissy's eyes opened slowly, a low moaning still from her slightly parted, bubble-gum pink lips, to the sound of Rosa gagging again quite loudly, the young girl's dark brown eyes frighteningly wide and rolled up in her facedown position, locked in like lasers on Krissy's wickedly cut, outrageous, gigantically pumped up and slithering muscles.
Looking the cowering maid directly in her eyes, Krissy brought one slab of beef upwards towards her relatively tiny head, and made a kissing gesture with her full, glossy pink lips. Then, she flexed her gargantuan bicep - the already freakishly huge, uunflexed mound of mass surged, a disgusting volleyball of steel she-meat erupting, and the tip of the thick, skin-stretching mounntain of beef kissed the young musclegirl's waiting, daintily pink pursed lips. Rosa did not retch this time at the egregious display of freakish mass and striated development, and this brought a smile to the blown-up, vein-riddled bodybuilderette's face.
Looking down to Tom, the euphoria of her own cumming now a warm tingling wave across her freakishly inflated, swollen body, she crawled off the bed, thick muscles swimming violently under morphing, glistening taut skin that squealed like a rubbed balloon as her fully pumped physique swelled, rumbled, and reformed with the revolting movement of her bulging mounds of meat. Tom's exposed manhood was insane looking to Krissy - it was admittedly huge itself, veins pumping visibly in a poeticly strange similarity to the volcanic, impossibly massive, drug-enhanced girlie-muscles that had caused his stiff condition in the first place.
"Jack off to the most muscular girl in the world, Tom," Krissy cooed seductively. The young muscle-goddess was drunk on power and the aftershocks of her own explosive orgasm. "Jack off to my sick, HUGE muscles, you know that you need to," she continued in a teasing, singsong voice as Tom's manhood jerked around, possessed. Tom gave in without a second's more resistance and grabbed his wild manhood with both extreme excitement and strange shame at the prospect of degrading himself in front of the young, stark-naked, robustly muscled sexpot, not to mention the young maid met quite abruptly just minutes before just feet away.
Krissy cooed in a velvet whisper, "Good boy," and straddled his prone, laid out form, her bowling ball stuffed, striated ass and beef-bloated, corded thighs above his head, his head itself surrounded by ominously bulging calf muscles that erupted sickeningly from Krissy's diminutive ankles and knees. As Tom began to stroke himself slowly, Krissy spoke.
"See, senorita," she started in a velvet, teasing, sing-song voice, alternating looks from a worshipful Rosa down to Tom with half-lidded green eyes, "everybody likes muscle, especially big... pumped.... veiny, stroooonnnng girlie-muscles, right Tom?"
"Lo siento," the doe eyed maid whispered, finally raising her head a bit from the hot puddle in front of her and running her hand across her mouth. "Usted es monstruo muscular de sexo femenino... " she continued, pushing herself off the ground slowly, shame and wanting trading places on her young face.
Krissy giggled a bit, looking at the young, thin girl as she pushed herself up, eyes still locked in on her inflated, disgustingly bloated bicep. "Yes, I am a 'muscle-monster'," she said in a silky whisper, and immediately made her terriffic meat-mass swell with a naturally impossible, bile-raising latspread. Her taut skin literally creaked, more skin-stuffing, body-stretching muscle from God knew where coalescing on top of her existing, freakish musculature - she was insanely developed, bigger than the biggest of the female, big-jawed and musclebound injectors, bigger than even the last Mr. Olympia - her chemically advanced, steroid-fed, outrageously mountainous physique was simultaneously ridiculous, awesome, and so vilely cut, veiny, and masculine in build and development that any normal person would surely vomit just like Rosa had at the mere sight of her horribly muscular, unnatural young body. Tom groaned in weird vocal spurts from the floor as her meat-packed body nearly doubled in thickness with her titantic flex bare feet from his face.
"And I think you like what you see," Krissy continued, glancing back for a moment to Tom, who was masturbating furiously, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he was looking from calf to bulging, grapefruit sized calf and moaning as his femuscle-induced, blacked-out mind began to become cognizant again, realizing once more the unbelievable monstrosity of muscles that stood above him, young, gorgeous, and near bursting with steroid-fed development.
"Usted quiere los mAosculas grandes, que bombean?" she asked Rosa quietly, releasing her gigantic latspread and crunching her ten pack of bubbling, horrifyngly veiny abdominals, and saw a wide smile break on her face, dispensing any further confusion of what the young maid wanted. "Big, bulging muscles?" she asked again in English, just to clarify, and Rosa's head nodded to Krissy's satisfaction. "Say it, Rosa, Digalo," Krissy whispered, so softly that Rosa could barely hear it over the groans of pleasure coming from Tom, raising and lowering in intensity and volume as if the man was in agony.
"Quiero ser enorme, mis mAosculas asA­ que grande puedo caber apenas en un bikinA­. MAosculas masivas, venosas, por todas partes mi cuerpo...." Rosa spoke with an ever raising confidence in her voice. "Want huge muscles - I'll no be able to squeeze in bikini, veins all over me," the young maid carefully translated herself, now broadly smiling at the thoughts of her body matching Krissy's superheroine's physique, being that strong and big, an unstoppable feminine force.
"That we can handle, my little musculita," Krissy giggled, her rugged stomach protruding garishly with thick tennis-ball sized, vascular abdominal bulges, and stepped toward Rosa, her hand outstretched at the end of a thick, freakish, vein and artery roped band of bulging, striated muscle bellies and insertions.
"But first, what I came here to do in the first place," she said matter of factly, her eyes turning again to Tom's shaking form, his eyes half-closed in bliss as he freely drooled and moaned like a mental ward patient, his vantage point providing a perfect view of the young muscle-loaded goddess' swells of ridiculous hamstrings, corded with tendon, bulging at the top to bubblish, overly exaggerrated, squared glutes, each full, meat stuffed exposed cheek feathered with mind melting-striations and crawling smallish, worm-like veins. Krissy stared at his shaking form for a minute, amazed at his impressive longevity, as most of her clients nearly always blew their first load just looking at her beef-injected body in her tiny schoolgirl outfit, or at least when she got down to her bra and panties - usually this would send most of her clients, even the biggest muscle fanatics, into a frenzied, sticky mess. Tom had outlasted all, allowing Krissy to really pump up, get huge for him, have him worship her entire steroid-fueled bulging mass, an intense, hours-lasting muscle exhibition she had greedily, selfishly put on for both herself and her client.


Chapter 10
"You didn't think I forgot about you Tom, did you? I couldn't forget about you, my big worship man, you've been so amazing, I don't think I've ever come that hard! It must be from all this hot, hard.... muscle pumping.... Ooooohhh..... I'm SO big and jacked up, Tom, I feel like I might explode, I'm SOooooo yoked, have you ever seen anyone this BIG, Tom, anyone this ripped?" Krissy teased him gently, alternating between silky whispering and seductive, soft throaty whining, and finally turning her naked, hulking form to face him, titantic slabs of muscles swaying, hardening and engorging with her strangely dainty piruoette. Her bursting, meaty breasts swung a split second behind the teen's impossible bulk, jiggling a bit as the inches-thick plates of rippling muscle caught up with her spin, her tiny pink nipples protruding and looking hard as concrete, each pec-topping thimble deformed by pulsing veins that ran underneath them and then across her mammoth chest like roadmaps.
Tom moaned loudly, whispering to himself in what sounded like gibberish save the occasional utterance of muscle groups and profanity. He was licking his lips, his arm swinging furiously as he continued to pleasure himself maniacally, wild, wide eyes trying to look every where at once, to try to take in her completely outrageous, mad scientist's creation of a physique individual muscle by hot, throbbing muscle.
"What's that, Tom?" she bent down slightly, holding a cupped hand to her small ear in pantomime, enjoying her dominance, and whispered low and softly, "You think I should get bigger still? Bigger STILL? I'm not big enough for you STILL, Tom?" she squeaked the last, green eyes widened in feigned surprise, and she tilted her head back thoughtfully, causing her bull neck and 2x4 traps to erupt with thick, swollen musculature.
"Well......" she cooed, tapping her small chin with one perfectly pink-laquered fingernail, "Okay, I'll just milk these little girl's muscles til they're even bigger, til I'm the biggest, hardest, vascular little muscle-bunny you've ever seen! I bet ya'd like that!" she exclaimed in a sing-song little girl's voice. Tom continued muttering incomprehensibly as she finished, shuddering a bit at her words.
"Rosa, turn around, I'm gonna pump my body to the maximum, force myself into a fucking huge, bulging muscle-beast for my little man here, so this might get a little ... ugly, " Krissy breathed a little harder now, becoming quickly aroused again at the thought of the size she would shortly balloon herself to, and then grunted slightly, hardening her nightmare physique slightly in preparation for an apocolyptic, full-body volcanic flex that would be the last, a body-filling eruption of impossible, drug-induced, horrifyingly striated muscles that would push the limits of her shiny, taut, tanned skin to rupture. Rosa, initially watching Krissy like a pet watches it's master, shielded her eyes as told with one arm, standing and turning her back to both of them.
"Here we go," Krissy said softly, brushing her lace-bowed pigtails back behind ominously bulging traps, and went into a crab pose, simultaneously flexing every muscle on her body - and there was plenty of huge, monstrous muscle to flex.
Her already massively pumped up physique, from head to toe, inflated instantly with the initial movement, ballooning to a ridiculous size that nearly burnt-out Tom's remaining awareness, and receded in size ever so slightly as they cut up when she hardened her straining muscles through sheer willpower, knowing the terrific levels of tension she was putting on her freak-show musculature would be nearly impossible to hold and full of racking pain if she did manage to hold the flex for any small amount of time.
Krissy's ballooned, stretched skin groaned dangerously, shiny and taut everywhere but nearly translucent when it came to her armor-plated torso - bloated, striated, melon-sized mounds that rumbled slightly with the twitching of her unnaturally massive, fully flexed pectorals, inch thick veins growing from her muscle cleavage like vines to spread across each disgustingly quivering, horribly pumping block of meat.
"HHHHGGGNNNNNHHHAA!" she cried out, her voice becoming hoarse and cracking with the violent screams that erupted from her every few seconds now as her muscles locked up in singularly excruciating pain, pumped to their absolute fullest allowable volume, engorged with blood, and covered in throbbing veins and arteries that snaked between insane bulges and valleys of pulsating, sickening, overblown girl-meat.
Krissy's face was a rictus of intense pain, her brows furrowed together as tears slid from her tightly clenched, mascara-ed eyes and ran a grey trail down her rose-colored cheeks, to be lost in the slick of sweat that had rained moments before from what seemed like every pore, pooling around the pec insertions so obscenely thick they covered her collarbones completely..
Krissy's skin was glistening with sweat and the remants of posing oil, strangely stretched and taxed from the incomprehensibly huge muscles that she wanted and needed so badly to pump their girth to their physical limit, to be the most insane, JACKED girl ever, to pump herself up so huge with titantic, razor sharp muscles that Tom would never be able to look at another huge female bodybuilder and get hard again, no matter the amount of muscle they had piled on, abusing their bodies in their relentless search for more mass - SHE was the biggest, most cut, the most roided-up - she was a muscle-goddess!
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned alarmingly loud, her mouth open and a weird, low creaking groan now coming from it, her bulbuous, mass-injected physique now completely expanded to its' full-out limit, traps the size of cooking hams flattening her small ears to her skull, framing her agony-filled, tear-stained, gorgeously and outrageously still feminine face with impossible, overtly maculine slabs of muscle. Her eyes rolled back in her head drastically as she fought off the excruciating pain for another second, neck corded with huge tendons and veins, her entire body trapped in a muscle-locking, vibrating, abhorrent flex, breaths coming in savage grunts.
"I'M AT MY MAX, TOM!" she spit slightly as she groaned out like an animal, as her intelligble words lowered into a keening wail of pain, the effort of speaking obvious alongside the titantic most muscular pose she still held despite the feeling of deep, cutting razorblades all over her enormous, twitching, colossus of beefy groups of balled muscle, sinew, and vascularity. Every inch of her unbelievable, bloated body was infested with crawling, pumping veins and cabled arteries, feeding blood to the monstrous, thick masses of muscle erupting from her five-foot frame like they were trying to escape her saran-wrapped skin.
"I'm a fucking MUSCLE BEAST TOM! Look at ME! HNNNGGGAAAAAA! Look at my fucking ...... GIANT bulging muscles, Tom! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod OHMYGOD ohmygod ...... HHHHHNNNNGHHH! SO YOooKED! .... ANNNNNGGGHHHH!" Tears, sweat, and drool now ran in separate tracks freely down her tortured face, and the impossible young girl's unstoppable vascularity had finally swallowed her tree-stump neck and began to creep along her contorted visage, splitting her forehead and cheeks with ugly, purplish veins, ruining her previously gorgeous face with the after-effects of all of the muscles she had forcibly stuffed mercilessly into her once slight, female frame. Rosa lifted her head slightly at Krissy's screams, gasped in fear and instinctual revulsion at the sight, and quickly ducked her head under her arm again, sheilding herself from the abomination of femininity and nature.
Tears ran down Tom's face as well, partly from his blatant fear of the unnatural, science lab monstrosity in front of him, and partially from relief as his long-awaited ejaculation finally happenned in the face of steroid-edificed, teenaged muscular armageddon.
Krissy's face, trapped and squeezed in slightly, forcing her mouth into an 'o' by the impeding mass of her maxed-out, inflated neck and traps, was now frozen in an almost cute look of surprise, the excruciating, scream-inducing, unbearable pain subsiding for just one instant to make way for a second, tremendous orgasm of her own, the hulking muscle-girl dropping heavily to one knee in uncharacteristic total submission of control, weird groans, whining and grunting emitting from her open, trembling and pouty pink lips incredibly loudly, and still the teenaged freak of nature was holding her monumental, shaking, physique-inflating crab pose, as her spunk gushed out once again with surprising volume to spackle granite hard, meat-stuffed thighs.
Krissy's head was down, shaking slightly, and her body was absolutely revolting - all she was was big, striated, veiny, grossly inflated and pumped up impossible muscle-meat with a pigtailed head atop, her body no longer appearing quite human, much less that of a teenaged girl. Femininity got slapped across the face by bulbous, thick traps, shredded, vein-webbed bowling balls of jumping pectorals, bulging melons of biceps and matching, bloated horseshoes of triceps, and not in the very least her cobblestone-paved, wide and thickly vasculated abdominals.
Finally, at the apex of her tremendous, groaning, earth-shaking flex, Tom emitted a humorously girlish scream as his jism sprayed from him like a firehose, foot long ropes erupting from him and shooting impressively over the massive swollen mountain of shoulder and boulder-shaped trap of the dangerously, unbelievably thick, sweat-slicked, quivering naked young female bodybuilder just a few spare feet from him.
"MMMmmmmm......" Krissy moaned, strangely soft and girlish after the animalistic grunting and groaning of seconds before, "God, that was incredible! Tom, you've got VIP status with me, I've NEVER gotten this pumped, this enormous, I mean, Jesus, I'm a freak!" she puffed between hard breaths that swelled her enormous chest, laughing lightly as Tom went into light convulsions at the sound of her silky voice, his spraying limited now to a still impressive squirt every few moments as his crying and moaning both lowered in volume and finally ceased.
"And, of course, the whole coming twice thing, that always helps," she chirped cheerfully.
She turned around, finding her disintegrated lace panties and split bra on the floor near the bed with a look of confusion, as if she had forgotten about the titantic, body-swelling flexes that had rendered them useless, a slight frown on her face.
"Well, this isn't very good," she pouted, finding the pieces of her tiny, button up blouse that she'd destroyed hours before when her body had only been unbelievable, not pumped to popping with steroid-induced, monstrous, mind-frying musculature. Finally, she spied the trench she had worn over it all to get through the lobby as inconspicuously as she could and get to Tom's room. She picked it up, and pulled it over her hulking, bulging shoulders and traps after she got the coat over her arms with little struggle.
"Don't worry, the swelling will go down, my muscles get really big when I pump them up, and then they get a little more 'normal', like when I first got here," Krissy giggled, starting to button up the large, resisting trench. "If by normal you mean guns bigger than twenty inches," she teased, throwing a small flex of her giant bicep his way, the fabric of the trench swelling dangerously and becoming tight on her bloated arm.


Tom's Encounter - Epilogue
 
"Rosa, take this," Krissy said to the young girl, and threw her a pill bottle from a front pocket of her trenchcoat. It hit the ground in front of the maid, rolled, and she stooped to pick it up, a dumbfounded smile on her face.
"EZ... Fit?" she asked, looking from the label to Krissy's smiling face.
"Yeah, I got my hands on some from one of the scientists," she said, grinning widely and exposing perfect, white teeth. "This one particularly enjoyed some gut-punching," she whispered coyly, "really liked hitting and then getting beat up by big, muscular girls. This is for some live testing that's going to be done in a small town by the base, leaked out if you will - they want to see the effects on general public, girls and boys, to see if I'm the exception to the rule. Whenever you're ready, take some of the pills - the quickness to set in and your overall build will be determined by your chemical makeup," Krissy stopped, looking at Rosa's bewildered face.
"Tome alguno y sus mAosculos serA!n tan grandes como los mA­os," she said, and understanding and delight shone on Rosa's face. Take them and you'll have big muscles like mine.
Rosa slid the bottle in her pocket, saying, "Gracias, gracias," as she slid out the door, leaving only Tom and Krissy in the room. Tom still laid on the floor, stark naked, exhausted near to the point of passing out, with his manhood finally wilting after a full-on femuscle onslaught of epic proportions.
"Tom, here's my card, it has my private cell number on it," Krissy bent over to drop the card on the coffee table, picking up her folder at the same time and simultaneously making her titantic calves bulge insanely. "I know I'm not cheap, but I have a feeling you'll be getting in touch again - I'll try to get even bigger, more muscular for you," she whispered seductively, and blew a kiss to Tom as he rolled a bit on the floor at her silken voice and the word 'muscular' uttered from her lips.
Then the young pig-tailed girl with the skin-tight, deformed trenchcoat opened the door and walked out into the hallway of the hotel, drawing stares and gasps as she walked quickly, happily, her exposed mammothly muscled legs swellling and rippling with each step.

[ame3cv62]

Wow,would love to see what Rosa looks like.

[jumpy999]

One of the all-time greats, in my opinion. Wish he was still active.

[egad00]

He still has his DeviantArt page, but it's been a little over two years since he has published something new.

[qerop54]

EZFit Supplements
 
by thesabre


Chapter 1 - The Store

Eugene Miller, the owner of Miller Pharmacies, looked up when the doorbell rang. In ran a line of young gymnasts, ranging the ages of twelve and twenty. They all piled in giggling and murmuring, as they always did. Eugene was especially fond of 3:00 PM on Tuesdays - it was when the local gymnastics team's girls would show up to pick up thir supplements and vitamins.
Being the middle of summer, all the girls were dangerously scantilly clad - belly shirts accentuated the taut, tight stomachs of the athletes as well as their sculpted arms. Their breasts, ranging from budding to bursting, looked firm in their halters. There was a sheen of sweat on all of them - they must have run over, Eugene figured. Either way it came about, it made their bodies look fantastic - the older, more muscular girls looked like bronzed goddesses, their tanned, toned bodies bustling about in the small space. Some of the girls wore hotpant shorts, which hugged their well rounded glutes like a second skin. Eugene truly loved 3 PM.
Eugene watched carefully, sure to be looking distracted, as the lithe gymnasts bounded around the store. The younger girls were all picking up their daily vitamins, while the older ones usually went with a fat shedding pill like Hydroxicut. Either way, for the good fifteen minutes or so, he was always treated to the sight of fit, young, toned bodies gallavanting aound his store. Eventually, the giggles and small talk were gone as Eugene rang up the last girl, a strapping, developed beyond her age freshman redhead in a cutoff, very tight white belly shirt. There was a clear line down her stomach showing her conditioning and hardness. The girl, Ginny as Eugene had overheard, picked up her vitamin supplements and a small container of self-bronzer. He watched with rapt attention as she left, her ass ballooning the lycra stretch-shorts as she sauntered sexily from the store.
"Ah, you sick old man," he whispered to himself, setting about the task of shutting down the store. He turned on the news as he always did at closing, locking the front door and sitting to count out the register. The voice from the television made him freeze immediately when he heard what they were talking about.
"There has been a huge recall for EZFit supplements today," the anchor started, and Eugene remained glued to the television. A graphic came up showing jars of his best selling supplement line. "The popular supplement company has requested a complete buyback, along with a severe warning attached to these products labelled with a shipment date of July 12th. The affected products have been contaminated by EZFit's subsidiary company, Metatronics, which does top-secret testing for the government in the area of gene replacement therapy."
Eugene raced to the near empty aisle, and found one last jar of Hydroxy-cut, and groaned, slapping his forehead. Clearly labelled on the side was a deliver date of July 12th.
"Anyone known to have ingested any of the product is being asked to call the corporate headquarters immediately. With enough time, possibly permanent side effects can be avoided. Moving on to other news....." the anchor droned on, but Eugene had already tuned him out. Jesus, every one of those girls had grabbed jars of EZFit products - and Eugene was afraid all of hem were from the same delivery. He had to call the number - all of those sweet, young, delicious girls might end up hurt, and that would ruin Eugene's Tuesdays......


Chapter 2 - David's Humiliation
 
Staci sobbed in her room. David had called her fat at dinner - granted, she knew she was alittle bit thick, but 'chubby'? The truth was that Staci practically worshipped david - he was popular at school, a football jock, and always hung out with the best crowd and the cutest girls at school. She sought his approval of her gymnastics, but he always just mocked it, saying therewas nothing to overrated dance as he called it. The fat comment had just been too much.
Staci decided she was going to call it an early night, probably cry herself to sleep. She prepared a glass of cold water, and took the packet from Miller's and stirred it in. She had picked up Hydroxy-Cut, trying to shed a few of the unwanted pounds that hung from her strong, if slightly overweight, frame. She gulped the drink down, wanting the effects so badly as she sniffled, her eyes still welled with tears.
And then it happened. Seconds after swallowing the mixture, Staci's body began to tingle and tickle in a way it never had before. She got a little scared as it didn't stop, and then she went to her bed in a torrent of pain. Everywhere on her body it felt as if she were going to explode. Instantly, large swells of muscle began to fill up her tshirt weirdly, pumping and pistoning as her body grew in front of her eyes. Huge biceps swelled on her arms, and her chest ballooned with thick, steely muscles. Staci moaned as her stomach swelled outwards. Her hands instinctively went to her stomach for the pain, and she felt the swollen beach ball settle into ridged valleys and peaks of girl muscles. And then it was over.
Staci stood, her tshirt ripped in multiple places, and went to her mirror. The sight astounded her. Her tshirt, which she used as a nightshirt, was plastered to cartoon-like bulges of muscle. Was this really her body? Staci pinched herself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Her fingers could not find any loose skin to pinch herself with on her mountainous arms, so she guessed she was going to have to buy it. She struck an awkwards muscleman pose, a double biceps shot, and her tshirt immediately tattered from her swollen physique.
"Fat ...." she whispered, and began to giggle. Looking at her huge, uncovered muscles, all she could think of was punishing David. She was surely stronger than him, and she could hurt him now for how he had hurt her earlier. Moving quickly, excited, Staci rummaged through her drawers. She only had two 'sexy' pairs of lingerie - she had saved and saved to buy them secretly, against her parent's wishes, and finally found the tiny, black lace thong set and stretched them a little bit to accomadate her new growth. Her forearms rippled with swells of meat, scaring Stacey slightly with their unfamiliarity. Stacey pulled what had been slightly large at purchase over her rocky, lumped calves, and began to giggle when she realized she couldn't get them past he knees - her massive quads and leg biceps, unflexed, were more than the skimpy lingerie could handle. She stretched them out furhter, admiring her roped arm muscles as she put them to work. Even after minutes of hard stretching out, they looked almost non-existant on her newly extremely muscular young body - posing in the mirror, she giggled as she tensed her bulbous glutes, swallong the thong in two mounds of striated, thick muscles. She allowed herself only a few minutes of self admiration, just enough time to thoroughly amaze and disgust herself by her ungodly physique. But Stacey had work to do, enough self admiration, although her eyes strayed to watch herself in the mirror, in awe and lust of her own ridiculously developed new physique - she just hoped David could appreciate her new body, could understand what the difference in fat and muscle could make.
"Here I come, David," she giggled, putting her oversized bathrobe over her alarming, ripped to shreds physique to catch David off guard. She wanted him to see and fear her muscles and what they would do to him in short time. She tip toed down the hallway to her brother's door, and put her ear next to it. He must have been watching TV, for she heard voices from his room. Stacey grabbed the doorknob to ease it open, but found it was locked tight.
Irritated that she might miss her shot, Staci grabbed the doorknob and twisted hard. The locks immediately acquiesced to her strength, warping and popping in a second. She pushed the door open slowly, quietly, anticipating her revenge against her mean brother. She edged around the wall, and was astounded with what she saw.
David sat in his computer chair, which was jumping and jerking quickly and randomly. To his left, his large, flat screen was turned to face him, and on it Staci saw David's till then well-kept secret - on the screen was a huge, grotesquely muscled young girl, stark naked and hitting obscene, bloated Muscle Beach poses while a skinny, tall man hit her doggy style relentlessly from behind.
The girl's body looked unreal, pumping with hard swimming musculature and throbbing veins - she definitely had had some chemical help to accompany the thousands of pounds of weight tossed around in her nineteen years. Her face was gorgeous, soft with supermodel looks, and Staci guiltily heard the moans and groans of pleasure softly from the speakers of the television. Her pouting, cute face was shocking, unnatural atop the rumbling supergirl's physique that took up the majority of the camera lens - she was absolutely gigantic and looked carved from living marble. Her hair was a ti© Saradasf to her young age - it was tied back in pigtails with cute pink ribbons surrounding the tiny braids of brunette hair. Her tails only helped to accentuate her thickness, her difference, her body's utter indifference to any preconceived notions of femininity - they brushed by her amazing, brick-like trap muscles with each push from behind, and her amazing traps led to nothing but thick, hard bloated muscles in every available direction. It looked as if someone had cut and pasted a teen model's head atop a Mr. Olympia's physique, and then added tiny breasts as an afterthought. Stacey's eyes widened, while her brother's chair jerked faster, harder. The camera zoomed in on the girl's face, and she was now grunting and breathing hard, like a bull. Also like a bull, her thick, bulging neck, capped with rigid, tendon-striated sick bulges of trapezius muscle, was frightening in its size and vascularity.
Continuing to watch in morbid fascination, even Staci grew a bit excited by the combination of hard, gratifying sex and giant, female muscles. The camera zoomed in and out as the huge bodybuilderette arched her back, bringing her globes of muscle tits standing upright and rock solid. Staci's hand went to her mouth involuntairly as the woman groaned loudly, her stomach a giant mass of bubbly muscles, and began to play with her small nipples. Her chest trembled, muscles shifting, as she tweaked her erect, muscle backed breasts, and her mouth opened in a long groan of pleasue as she was getting filled from behind from the man who, relatively, looked like a stick. Staci finally unlocked her eyes from the disgusting sight, only to find her attention relocked onto her brother's large monitor.
On his computer screen, too, were muscle-girls - David's Media Player was spitting out high-red, short clips of women bodybuilders and super-muscular freaks that barely reached the most wide definition of femininity, their bodies swelling and rumbling with unnatural mountains and mounds of powerful muscles as they grunted, hefted tremendous poundages, licked their lips and posed sultrily, oiled and in the tiniest of bikinis always with a smile of deep, powerful satisfaction on their mostly beautiful young faces.
Staci gasped as David clicked the mouse, and the monitor showed a young, tanned girl, bursting with muscles, chained to a wall. It looked like a torture movie - through the speakers she could hear the musclebound teenager, grunting and moaning as she writhed against the clamps around her wrists and ankles. Her body bulged insanely as she continued thrashing, huge muscles straining and swelling like ocean waves as she strove vainly to snap the iron chains. Out of the corner of the screen loomed a man - he looked big and intensely strong, and Staci gasped again, louder this time still, as the man drove a punishing blow into the young girls stomach. Her thick stomach took the blow easily, but the man's next punch was to her face. Her head snapped backwards, and she wailed in pain. The man continued to beat the musclegirl savagely with surgical precision, eventually bringing in weapons like bats, dismantling the young bulging beauty's rigid defenses one by one. All this time, David's chair was jerking, and Staci was frozen, watching the video in rapt attention. Finally the camera panned out, and the teen musclegirl hung limp in the chains, her face bloody and her thick muscles covered with angry welts and purple bruises.As an even younger teen aged girl on the monitor curled in, cooing softly, and displayed pool rack, steel hard abs, Staci spoke.
"I'm not fat, David," she said softly, still shocked by the revelation of her brother's secret desires, and David gasped, the chair spinning. Staci's eyes grew especially wide as she saw her brothers' manhood, erect and rigid, in his hand. It was big, and lubed with hand lotion, as he had apparently been furiously masturbating to the onslaught of bulging, humungous female muscles that surrounded him.
"Wha... how did you... what," he shouted, scrambling for a shirt to cover himself with. With a t-shirt over his particularly tee-pee shaped lap and feeling utterly humiliated, he glared at Staci in her pink bathrobe. "If you tell ANYONE about this, Staci....." he began loudly. His words drew to a stop at Staci's movements. He did a double take as her caught a glijmpse of his little sister's lower leg - it looked as if she had gigantic, bursting calves for an instant, but then the hem of her bathrobe obscured the mound of meat from his view. He wrote it off to his being upset at being found out by not onlY anyone, but his own little sister.
Staci saw out of the corner of her eye the television now had a buxom, bursting redhead, muscles gigantic and most definitely steroid induced, inject herself with something apparently very painful, and physically grow in size as her prisoner, a skinny man of about 30, whimpered, watching the muscles which were to tear him apart grow in size and strength directly in front of his eyes. The previously impressive redhead swelled to gargantuan stength and size, her bikni flapping, strings cutting into the thick new meat, trying to make space for the girtj and thickness that accumulated like a faucet turned to high on her already built body. She watched, fascinated, as the now disgustingly muscled, veiny girl of what must have been seventeen years begin to punish him, ramming his tear stained face into her waffled, razor sharp defined stomach.
Staci untied her robe, and let the pink garment float down to her feet. "So you like muscles on girls, huh, David?" she cooed, and swung one hip coquetteishly. Her body was a ball of hard girl muscles, all big, striated, and swollen. Her slightest mopvement put all of the girls flashing by David's monitor to shame - her body metamorphosed with swells and waves of hard, rippling meat. Staci brought an arm up and flexed, hard, her bicep swelling enormously.
"What do you think about mine?" Staci taunted, continuing to show David an anatomy chart of muscles, all clearly defined, exploding from her joints like boulders. She hit a lat spread, dwarfing him, and her tiny bra stretched audibly, barely containing her flexed girth. Her back was a wide, curving triangle, increasing her width by nealy two feet. Her chest, usually and painfully obviously breastless, had gelled to form two stone hard globes of mass that treatened to overflow the cups of the tiny bra. Staci made them jump for David, whose mouth was still open an his eyes glazed as he watched his younger sister put on her muscle show. He noticed in a detatched way of disgust that his penis was hardening uncontrollably, and there was nothing he could do except tear his eyes from his disgustingly, unnaturally musclebound eighteen year old in front of him, taunting him with her mind blowing goddesses' physique.
David had never seen so much muscle packed onto a girl - Stace was only five foot two and must have weighed in at over 170 pounds! David's penis jerked as Staci awkwardly inflated her body, pumping her thick, unbelievably giant muscles into a veiny frenzy of unnatural angles and swells on her smallish frame. Staci concentrated, trying to remember poses, her huge girl muscles making her movements rigid and awkward. David's penis began to throb, hurting slightly, but still there was nothing he could do - the muscle just looked unnatural on her, massive and uncontrollably, disgustingly sexy.
After a few minutes of hard, strenuous posing, Staci's body was covered with veins and a sheen of sweat, and she saw the effect she was having on her older brother now. He was now sweating rivers to match her own, his face red as he gaped, jaw open, at her vigorous, muscle-blasting posing display - David's dick was huge, throbbing, and purple. Staci brought one bulging, glistening cannon of an arm down by David's hard-on, and flexed it. Staci's arm exploded, and a quirky bulge swelled as her thick, baseball sized bicep deformed the tight skin of her upper arm, struggling to gain size in its sausage-like confines. Her arm looked ready to burst as she pumped it, and thick snakelike veins crept along the pistoning ball of teen muscles. Staci stared at her own massive, rippling arm in a sharp contrast of horror and abhorrent self-admiration.
"Look David, we match," she continued, looking at her brother's hard on, covered in nearly as many veins as her musclebound, tense biceps muscles. David was trembling, in fear and intense lust of his grossly overmuscled young sister. Staci licked her pink lips sultrily, and ran her hand from her tiny, straining panties up her waffled stomach, slowly, feeling every ridge of her washboard midsection. She lovingly filled her hands with her bulging, steel cable tummy.
"Masturbate, David," Staci whispered, her voice low. "You know you've never seen muscles like these, and never will again - I am the strongest, biggest girl in the world!" Staci hit a side chest pose, her arms swelling, vein blasted, and trembling with her continual flexing. She cocked a shoulder just an inch or two, but the effect on her chest was tremendous - he breasts swelled, filling with blood as her muscles pumped larger and larger. Now her muscle tits did spill over the restraining cups, trembling slightly as the lines and cuts of her pecs changed continually with her expansion. David's hand began to glide along his shaft, almost against his will. With a girlish giggle and a flick of one wrist, Staci tore the tiny bra in two, and stood topless and hopelessly ultra mucular in front of her shaking brother.
"Yeah, look at my muscles, David - " Staci continued in her sexy whisper. "They're so ..." Staci flexed one huge biceps head, and caressed the nineteen inch stony mound with her small hand. "....ooooohhh," she sighed, her bicep fully flexed and roadmapped with thick, cable veins. "....big, and hard, David.... I'm sooo muscular and strong," she continued, running her hand down her thick arms to her pumped, bloated and bare chest, running the crevasse between the two striated, trembling, ultimately vascular globes of meat and running lightly down her bloated, muscle distended abdominal wall. Staci's nipples, proudly erect, were a small addition to the veiny, swollen, musclep0laden landscape she profferred to her brother shamelessly.
David's arm moved quicker, jerkily, as Staci's amazing musculature continued to grow and swell before his eyes. Staci's tree trunk thighs were flexed just standing, the cuts inches deep between the layers of her giant quads. "Aren't I the biggest little sister, David? Isn't my body huge, aren't my muscles just gigantic? Jerk off to my huge muscles, David - you know you can't help yourself, do it!"
"This is sick, Staci!" David exploded. "Stop it!" he continued as Staci slowly, sultrily licked her lips like the superteen on David's monitor and flexed her stomach. Her abs distended by inches, looking like a rack of cueballs, stretching her tiny panties across the rocky landscape of her lower abdominal wall.
"No, David," she whispered, spreading her lats wide like batwings, "What's sick is that you have a boner from your sister," David tried to stand, furious, and get out of the way of his hulking sister. He was so embarrassed by his uncontrollable, now painfully pumping manhood. Covering it, David shot to the left - Staci, however, moved incredibly quickly for her ballooned size, and cut him off. She flexed a huge biceps head as a warning, inches from his face, and David moaned and fell back in the chair. Staci brought her trembling, giant biceps down to his eye level - it eclipsed his head it was so big, a honeydew sized lump atop her arm.
"Please, Staci, it hurts so bad," he groaned, crying and pointing between his legs. "It's never been hard this long..... oooowwww....."
Staci stood inches from David, and glanced down at his cock. She took a small, coquettish step back, because the squared, bulging shelf of her chest topped by pointed, thimble sized nipples, blocked everything from view. Her brother was big, and rigid, and his penis jumped strangely every few seconds. She decided enough was enough, and went for the finisher.
"Watch this, big brother," she said gutterally, and faced him straight on. Her rounded, shiny stomach actually brushed his face with her breathing she was so close, and David gasped slightly, moaning, at the hot proximity of his super muscular sister.
She swung her arms backward, ballooning her wide back, and went into a earthshaking crab pose. Every muscle on her tiny, overextended frame exploded, and her neck was lost in thick trapezius muscles which reached her ears. She was scary, grotesquely huge and musclebound - David did not see one inch of her body that wasn't quivering with plates of teen meat.
"Staci...." David whined, "stop, please, I can't take anymore....owwwww..."
"Shut up," Staci said through gritted teeth. "There's nothing you can do to stop me," she huffed slightly, the continuous flex beginning to painfully lock up her throbbing, veined mounds of meat. "My muscles are getting bigger by the INSTANT" a mist came from her pink-lipped mouth as a grimace came across her face. David was trembling, his cock waving wildly in the air, and openly crying now. Fear, lust and disgust battled in his mind as his little, teenaged sister prolonged his tortuous erection by showing the most massive, unnatural, unbelievably HUGE muscles David had ever seen. Her body was armor plated, veins pulsed every inch of her tanned skin, rounded globes and mounds of muscle poking out all over Staci's physique. Her chest muscles were actually vibrating, and her arms were ridiculous - canteloupe sized bluges marked the interior, and her forearms were ropes of Popeye-like muscles.
As she continued to grow, muscles pumping, Staci began to whine uncontrollably. Tears ran from her eyes as she continued flexing for David, transforming her already formidable bodybuilder's physique from impressive to impossible. David's shocled, jaw agape face let Staci know that she was pulling him in multiple ways with her strong, supergirl's physique. She wanted to finish David, embarass and humiliate him by forcing him to cum, just from staring at her thick, powerful young body. She was turned on in a way she had never been before - her new muscles, packed on her body like football pads, gave her power, control, over men. Staci put every effort she could into pumping her ridiculously huge muscles into a rumbling fury of angular ledges and shelfs of meat - she was wet with the ideas of total muscular domination - and she planned to carry it out on her own brothrer.
Despite the growing, sharp pains of her ferocious flexing, she felt a warmth spread in her bikini bottoms. "Owwwww......ummmnhh...." Staci moaned erotically, and she could flex no more. Her entire body was rock solid, carved, striated, and exploding with muscles and large, prominently pumping veins. Before him, David had his fantasy fulfilled - just inches from his slackjawed face stood the biggest, strongest, most muscular girl he had ever seen - and he had seen a lot. His manhood throbbed painfully, waving in the air, hurting more and more with each passing second. David's shame at his painfully aroused state over his musclebound younger sister was forgotten at the sight of Staci, jaw clenched and neck muscles ready to rip through her taut skin, holding her last, massive, crab pose as her body vibrated, actually shook with the jiggling of her thick, hot and beefy muscle groups. He didn't think he could take any more, as Staci moaned one last time, biting her lip, veins springing outward on her pistoning melons of chest muscles.
David was screaming, and then it was all over. He sprayed cum for feet, splashing Staci's giant leg with his juices. It seemed he would never stop, Staci watched amazed, as more and more jism flew from between his legs. David shook all over, moaning and crying in utter lack of control and embarassment, as his pumping penis emptied itself in front of his amazingly developed 'little' sister. She looked down to see his juices dripping from her bulging, barrell thigh. It disgusted her, but was also satisfying in that strange way.
She had pumped every muscle in her body into unnatural, explosive swollen growth,, and she liked the way she looked right now - her body was bubble and bulge upon each other, thick, sweat slicked mountains of her muscles sliding under her paper thin skin. She loved the veins that spread like spiderwebs from her joints to feed the giant, engorged mounds of incredible girl meat that packed in on every inch of her young body. She, and her new bodybuilder's dream of a physique, had punished her brother - punished david for his 'fat' comments, and ironically enough, the thing he whacked off to daily had proven his demise. Her muscles had made a man ejaculate, no touching, just flexing their wonderous size and hardness. Staci relished the thought of using her muscles to dominate men, and maybe even worship her amazing teen muscles, while she pumped them into raging hardness and size.
Looking down, she saw David was shaking, his face red and eyes cast down in shame. "Lick it off, David," she said sweetly, and flexed her quad. Her leg swelled and ballooned, thick strips of thigh muscle overlapping and rippling. She laughed as David put his tongue to her gargantuan, granite thigh, withdrawing with a slight gag when, with the slightest of twitches, a thick vein appeared right under his tongue, finalzing his humiliation by cleaning her. She wondered with a giggle at the tickle of David's tongue against her granite quads what her Daddy would think about her new body .....


Chapter 3 - Ginny's Destruction / Billy's Muscle Meeting
 
The young teenaged girl stood in the middle of the basement. In front of her stood racks and racks of weights, and a large, wrought iron plates stack machine. It all belonged to her father, who in his prime was a silver medalist Olympic weightlifter. He no longer used it after his injury, but it sat in the basement of the family house, unused, until she had finally gotten permission from her reluctant father to use it. Her body, over the period of months, had become curvy, fuller, and more solid, far from the skinny beanpole she had been when she began to lift vigorously. She still carried a bit of babyfat, but just a bit - overall, she looked athletic and hard, especially for a girl of only nineteen years.
Hillary grimaced as she hefted the heavy weight. She had nearly half of the stack on for a set of curls, but it wasn't really even fazing her. Energy filled her body as she lifted the weight again and again, loving and needing the burn in her surprisingly developed biceps.
Hillary had always secretly admired the female bodybuilders she had seen as a child on the covers of 'muscle' magazines. She even had a large collection of them in her room, hidden, and she would often look at them at night and wonder what it would feel like to be that strong, that big, that mind-blowingly muscular. Sometimes she felt strange and freakish for worshipping these antithesises to femininity, these huge, muscular, ultra-strong and veiny superwomen, but there was something about the sight of the hard, oiled, pumped female bodybuilders, perfectly tanned, their breasts full and voluptuous even with their bodies in obvious contest, depleted and striated shape; The way their stomachs were lumpy with a wall of abdominal muscle, the way their lower back, big and thick, sloped into the swell of their glutes, the large corded muscles evident against the fabric of their tight, small bikini bottoms. Hillary wanted those bodies, to touch, to feel, and most of all, for herself to posess and have others look at her in that way.
She started lifted weights at an extremely young age, becoming an exceptional gymnast. Honestly though, Hillary thought, she could care less about gymnastics. In truth, gymnastics just gave her a way to use the body she was building, an excuse to begin to form the bases of the muscles she wanted to one day posess. She lifted as heavily as possible, quickly thickening her growing body into an impressive physique for such a young athlete - but still, it wasn't enough for her, so she kept pushing and pushing herself to the edge of physical exhaustion with each workout. Often she would have to go directly to bed after her grueling, hours-long workouts - but Hillary never missed the opportunity to dress in her skimpiest bikinis, door securely locked, and practice posing in her full-length mirror, imagining her impressive physique multiplied, over and over again, until she was satisfied. Big, thick, strong biceps were her dream - she wanted to be huge, as big as the girls in the Olympia, bigger than any woman in the world!
She had to constantly hide her enthusiasm when lifting with her friend on the team, Ginny, an athletic, buxom redhead who turned heads at the high school, despite the fact that she was a young eighteen and a junior, which often engendered ridicule. To put it nicely, she wasn't very quick - to counter, her model looks and the fact that she was already built like the fitness competitors Hillary sneered at while flipping the pages of her hidden Women's Physique World magazines, curvy yet sinewy, and cut. Her 'fitness' look was more in line with social norms than the swollen, beefy and striated bodybuilding women that Hillary admired.
Ginny regularly wore sleeveless blouses and cutoff shirts to show off her popping shoulder muscles, lean, cut tris and flat, solid stomach. She told Hillary she didn't want to lift weights too much, she didn't want to ruin her 'beach girl' body. Hillary agreed with her vocally, but inside she knew the truth, and looked down on Ginny for her views on girls and muscle.
Hillary continued to curl the stack, her biceps flaming and tingling oddly. "Jesus, that powder I took really must have kicked in!" she squeaked, as she completed another efortless rep with the 50 pound setup. She was amazed - even with both arms and her years of strength training, she still could only really manage 35 pounds legitimately. But this weight felt like a feather, like no stress. She looked down at her arms, to make sure of the weight, and her jaw dropped.
Her biceps looked just like the girls in the magazines. Erupting from her elbow was a thick, massive biceps head. The heavy weight stack dropped with a clang as she gasped, touching the steely biceps heads in amazement. They were real, and hers - heavy and thick in her small hands, Hillary felt their stone hardness with delight. She flexed them, slowly, her hands cupping the erupting mountains of power.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, a huge smile on her face, as she thought about what she had done differently today - her day flashed by like lightning in her head, and came to rest on the jar of weight gainer she had bought at the drug store after all the other girls had slipped out. She had simply put the vitamin supplement she had in her hand the whole time to the side, sliding the muscle powder into her right hand ....
Hillary squeaked and ran to find the jar. Panting, and nervous, she unscrewed the lid, trying to think of the best overall body workout she could possibly perform. As the lid popped off, Hillary thought of excruciating, endless reps of muscle building, sweat inducing workouts as she began to cram the powder into her mouth by the handfull. After seeing the transformation of her biceps from supple, slightly thick arms into ropy, muscle bulging ridiculousness by the simple set of curls, Hillary was in muscle lust. As she choked down dry powder, she thought of the way her thighs would swell, rippling with muscle and tendon, as she performed a full body flex. In her mind she was gigantic, sweat slicked, bigger than any Mr. Olympia imaginable. Her cut, six pack abs rose to huge breasts, jutting out perfectly straight on bedrocks of huge muscles, barely containable by her tiny bikini .....
Hillary emptied the jar into her mouth, licking the remnants of the powder from her face as she ran to the gym equipment. She laid down and the bench, and began to violently bench press the loaded bar. At only 100 pounds, she soon found it to be insignificant. Her young chest rumbled, billowing in her t-shirt as the pecs grew instantaneously to manage the weight. Her entire upper body swelled, stretching the shirt like a second skin, as she loaded another 80 pounds on it, the plates feeling very light in her strong hands. The extra effort made her forearms swell, beginning to like like Popeye's.
As she laid down to heft the gigantic weight, she noticed the effects were compounded. Her upper body was huge, large thick lats competing with swollen, rigid pec muscles for room. Her waist was tiny, and yet to have been reinforced with hard muscle. The effect made her look like a ciomic book supergirl, outlandishly muscled and misproportioned. "Oh well," she whispered, "I can do situps in a bit," as she began to pump the bending bar in a frenzy, her entire upper body trembling and swelling with growth.
Seams began to pop in her tshirt, unable to accomadate the unnatural spurts of muscular redoubling Hillary was forcing her body into. At rep 25 with the high poundage, Hillary locked the bar and rose. Her chest was gigantic. Her small breasts were eclipsed by huge mounds of squared muscles. The swells of her pecs rumbled as she flexed her chest slightly, and the tshirt brushed her chin. Hillary giggled excitedly as she looked down the now stretched and misformed shirt, to the sleeves that encased her unbelievably thick arms. Veins pulsed along her tanned skin as she flexed her massive guns. The shirt's tight sleeves looked like sausage skins, stuffed to the snapping point. As Hillary finished her flex, they did - her sleeves exploded with an audible "POP!" Huge swells of muscle erupted, cut as diamionds, from her arms. Hillary oohed and ahhed, eyes locked on her tremendous arms. She couldn't draw her eyes away from the sight of her arms, filled with powerful, surging muscles. She filled her hands with her on stony arms, still not quite believeing their amazing transformation. Hillary vigorously worked out for almost two hours, hefting ridiculous poundages with ease as she built up every muscle in her body - by the end she was sore all over as her body, now filled in and pumped with tremendous musculature, finished its spurt of amazing growth.
She was gigantic, thick with slabs of muscle, but not really defined - Hillary didn't care - the size of her muscles was more than a dream for her, and she admired herself in the mirror, tensing barrel-like thighs that pulled her biker shorts upward abruptly, the immense flexion causing a slight tear near the bottom. Giggling, Hillary turned sideways and flexed her butt. Her cheeks rippled and erupted with size, and the bike shorts gave in - with a loud rip they fell from her, and she went instinctively to cover herself, as she had on her white lace thong panties - she only ever felt comfortable working out in thongs. Her butt was solid muscle, and a little delineated - it made the tiny string that disappeared in between the heart shaped swells like even tinier than it was.
"All right Miss Thompson," came from upstairs, and footsteps.
"Shit!" Hillary whispered to herself, "Ginny's here?" She scrambled, her eyes wide, not knowing how she was going to explain her new mass and unbelievable body to her friend. Not to mention her clothes. Quickly, she ran to the corner of the room, hiding partially behind the stack machine, peeking her face around the corner of it. She heard the door to thr basement open, and light footsteps down the stairwell.
"Hillary?" came Ginny's sweet voice, and Hillary saw her red hair, gleaming beautifully in a tight set of pigtails that the boys at school would've simply loved. Her sweatsuit looked like it had shrunk in the last week or so, the powder blue fabric stretching at the seams under her suddenly odd-looking feminine curves.
"Uhhh, Hi, Ginny," Hillary managed, and noticed her massive shoulder in plain view. She quickly ducked further behind the stack, and bit her lip nervously.
"What are you doing back there, Hillary? Come out here, I have to tell you about something!" Ginny was obviously very excited, Hillary thought, she's even more bubbly than usual.
"Umm, I'm just adjusting the weights, Ginny, what did you want to tell me?"
"Something's happened to me, Hillary!" Ginny piped, excited. "I have MUSCLES, Hillary!" she squeaked, obviously delighted, and began to peel her skin tight sweatsuit from her waist up. Hillary's eyes popped when she saw the bottom of her young frined's ripped, protruding washboard abdominals, ugly veins covering the bubbles of tanned muscle to snake down into her panties. Each inch of fabric removed revealed more hard, rippling muscles, until Ginny stood in the basement in her tiny, electric blue matching lingerie, the black lace and miniscule satin pieces of cloth rivalling her muscles, giving an unnatural duality to her tremendous body. Her tight pigtails only enhanced the strangeness of her appearance - she was equal parts schoolgirl, Victoria's Secret model, and bursting musclegirl. She was smaller than Hillary by far, but her muscles were striated, cut, and splashed with veins, whereas Hillary's massive bulk was contrarily thicker, skin stretching, and voluminous. Ginny looked fantastic.
Hillary looked in envy at a body that she knew many boys at school would have dreamed of having if they knew how good all the muscle looked on her - Ginny's arms were ripped, with large rounded muscles exploding from the joints of her small frame. Her chest rivaled Hillary's in size, but that was unflexed - long, disgustingly deep striations shifted across the thick pec muscles with Ginny's slightest movement. Her stomach was rock hard, protruding by inches with shelfs of ab muscles. Throbbing veins covered every inch of exposed skin, which was quite a bit in her tiny bra and thong panties.
"And all I did was a few pushups, and look at these muscles!" Ginny bubbled, running her tiny hands along the sides of her iron stomach. She sighed, tilting her head back as her hands reached the cups of her bra. Hillary looked at her with envy and disgust - Ginny didn't even want muscles, but here she was with an amazing, cut physique for only as few pushups? Hillary looked at her own arm, thick and rippling with muscles, but not the cuts and definition of Ginny's huge upper body. And she had been pumping iron for the last hours, sweat pouring down her body as she pounded out reps with unimaginable weights, in a muscle frenzy - she wanted to be big, strong, muscular .... and Ginny, who was always Miss Perfect, came in and effortlessly won even Hillary's admiration for her Amazon teen's body.
Ginny continued to look in awe of her own body as Hillary stepped out from behind the weight set. In comparison to Ginny's lean, striated physique, Hillary was swollen with thick muscles and that still persistent layer of baby fat.
"You have muscles too!" Ginny cried, excited for her young friend. She ran up to Hillary, and started performing freakish-looking muscle poses next to the larger teen. "Show me your guns!" the young redhead giggled, pumping up an impressively diamond cut bicep of her own. Hillary acquiesced, emabarassed, and a thick, rumbling bicep appeared on her arm.
"Jesus, you are huge!" Ginny bubbled, "but it looks like you'll have to hit the treadmills for a little bit," she joked, and patted her rippling, washboard stomach. The sound of her tiny hand smacking solid, thick muscle drove Hillary over the edge. Hillary effortlessly pushed Ginny to the floor, and began loading a barbell with every plate she could find.
Grunting incredibly loudly, loud enough for the entire house to hear, Hillary hefted the amazing poundage to he shoulders with a small cry of both pain and victory. Tortuously, she began to lirft the forboding weight, and tears began to well in her eyes from the intens effort. Her entire body burned as she completed her fifth repetition, and the tears began to stream freely down her face. Still she didn't relent, and her arms had become pumped with blood and swollen, her biceps ballooning alarmingly with each tortuous repetition - She grunted loudly, her mouth open as she panted with the exertion.
"Hillary, please stop it!" Ginny cried, her hands going to her mouth in horror. Hillary ignored her, tears streaming down her face as she continued to press the weight abover her head. The bar was so heavily loaded it bounced as she heaved it, her muscles exploding with growth for every rep. The incredible torture she was putting her body through triggered the mouthfuls of powder into a second stage reaction somehow - Hillary cried out, groaning loudly, as another twenty pounds of muscle coalesced instantly on her tiny frame.
Her muscles bulged crazily, huge and exploding all over her young body. Inch thick purple veins sprang to prominence on her quivering mounds of bicep meat. Ginny began to back away from the hulking teen amazon, as if afraid she might explode. Hillary screamed violently, her body shaking as pounds and pounds of muscles fought on her tiny frame for room. Her arms were now well over twenty inches, and looked ridiculous except for the surrounding mountains of muscle on her neck and back. Cabled veins ran up and down her back, visibly pumping blood to Hillary's unnaturally pumping, huge teen muscles. Hillary threw down the barbell, and threw her arms around herself as her body racked with pain.
"OOOOOooooooh!" Hillary moaned, her head swinging uncontrollably as her body continued to erupt with new size on every inch of her frame. Her legs were tree trunks, forty two inches of quivering, vein covered meat. Her white panties were just barely visible amongst the swells and bulges of her lower body. Her midsection was wide, thick, and sickeningly cut - Hillary was exhibiting a full fourteen pack of cue ball sized, shiny muscles along her stomach. Hillary's skin was audibly stretching to accomodate her girth, her arms finally settling at an amazing and unnatural twenty four inches of power. Ginny dropped to her knees, eyes wide, in front of Hillary's goddesses' physique.
There, in front of her, stood the strongest, most muscular being, man or woman, that Ginny had ever seen or even heard of. She was sickened and intrigued at the same time by Hillary's gratuitously muscled body and razor sharp definition. Her pearly-white skin was stretched translucent along the shelfs and valleys of her astounding musculature. Hillary's eyes were closed, a smile of satisfaction on her face to replace the grimace of pain, and Ginny heard her sigh. Ginny's head darted to Hillary's washboard stomach, as the muscles did a tectonic shift when her hips bucked, rippling in a wave like a belly-dancer.
"Mmmph..." Hillary moaned, bottom lip being chewed, as Ginny heard a dripping sound from the floor in front of her. Still staring at Hillary's iron stomach, she noticed her friend's tiny white panties were now a damp grey. They were tiny against the bulges and sickening swells of her friend's muscles. Ginny's hand trembled at the end of her own surprisingly muscular forearm, her thick cords of muscle twitching quirkily.
She wanted so badly to reach out and just touch Hillary, feel the stony warmth of her giant, vein crossed, bloated stomach, to fill her small hands with as much of Hillary's quivering body as possible - but she was kind of scared what Hillary might do. Just then Hillary exhaled softly, her eyes opening slowly to see Ginny there in front of her on her knees, her muscular arms oustretched towards Hillary's body.
And what a body. Looking lovingly downwards, Hillary could see she was intensely, grossly overmuscled - her chest was a thick, rippling shelf, her tiny bra cups covering only her tiny nipples amidst the slabs of hard beef jutting from her ribcage. Looking to her left, she could see the giant swell of her traps and bull neck, rising in a melon shape to settle right underneath her earlobes. Her shoulder was a two foot wide pumpkin, striated and mapped with veins that slid like worms in and out of the deep cuts. She could not see the size of her arms due to her outrageously giant deltoid muscles, and raised her arm vertical. Arm straight out, she guessed the mass of cut, throbbing muscles to be around two feet in circumfrence. Unflexed! From her delicate hand rose a wave of dancing muscles, her forearm bulging at its apex to sixteen inches. She cooed in delight, and Ginny jerked backwards, until then enchanted by watching Hillary's huge body becoming realized by the teen muscle goddess.
"Ginny, flex," Hillary whispered sultrily,, and Ginny immediately tensed her arm in aqueiscence to the amazon's wishes. Ginny's tanned, smooth arm swelled with her flexing, and a solid ball of muscle the size of an apple appeared on her arm. It was an impressive amount of muscle for a grown woman, much less a girl still in her teen years. Ginny stared at her bicep, then looked up to see Hillary smiling. She bent over, causing a riptide of swelling and receding muscles along her pulsing upper body, and put her arm right next to Ginny's pumped, hard biceps. She curled just her wrist inwards, and her forearm erupted, looking like most bodybuilder's calves when pumped full. Her forearm was huge, and veins now throbbed along the huge bulge. Her forearm alone was noticably larger than Ginny's stone biceps head, and Ginny gasped.
Hillary then began to flex her arm, the huge muscles starting to rumble underneath her skin. Ginny watched in utter amazement, despair, and disgust as Hillary's already tremendous arm began to expand exponentially. Half-cocked, Hillary's arm was staggering - her bicep muscle was so defined Ginny could see the three individual muscle heads forming the titantic swell of her whole biceps. Hillary's bis dwarfed Ginny's head, and she had not even really flexed them yet. Yet more cabled netwroks of veins sprang up from her elbows to carry vital blood to the engorged muscles, and agonizingly slowly, Hillary completed her flex.
Ginny gagged, looking at her freind's monstrous arm, writhing with quivering muscle and vascularity. Ginny's own arm, proud and muscular in its own right, dropped to her side in shame of the mass of teen-girl muscle on display in front of her. This time, there was no hesitation - Ginny grabbed for Hillary's bicep in a frenzy, unable to resist the deep wanting to caress her friend's boulders of strength, to feel the power of her outrageous, hard muscles. Ginny moaned erotically as she cupped Hillary's throbbing, hot bicep in her tiny hands. Her firend's huge arm was immovable, disgustingly swollen and thick. Ginny could read Hillary's heartbeat by the pounding, expanding veins that covered her cannonball arm.
Hillary lovingly began to pump her biceps, and Ginny hung on for the ride. Grunting, Hillary doggedly kept flexing her already huge arm, trying to squeeze every last inch of size from her super body.
The two supergirls were so enraptured with exploring both their own and each other's amazing, muscled physiques that they didn't hear the door open again. Billy, Ginny's young boyfriend from the high school football team, crept down the stairs, eyes widening as he began to see the two girls, Hillary flexing her massive biceps muscles as Ginny lovingly caressed the starnge bulges and swells of her strength. Keeping low, and making as little noise as possible, Billy crept down the remaining two stairs and settled in behind the water heater as Ginny got on her knees in front of Hillary, nearly eclipsed by the girl's amazing girth and width. Billy decided to sit back aqnd enjoy the show, stunned into inaction at the sight of the two girls, who this morning had had not even a hint of the strength and size they now posessed.
"Oh my god, Hillary," Ginny whispered. "i want to be this big, this strong and powerful," as Ginny looked adoringly upwards, she began to run her hands across Hillary's barrel, rocky upper body. "Your muscles are unreal, Hillary," Ginny continued, and her hands fell to Hillary's gigantic pec muscles. The simple contact startled Hillary, and as a result, her chest expanded, crackling, her young breasts skyrocketing out and up atop volcanic mounds of pectoral meat and tendon. Ginny, reveling in Hillary's muscularity, tried to knead her friend's breast, but there was no give - Ginny's grip, formidable as it was, could not dent the mountainous, shifting tectonic plates of muscle breasts in front of her.
Hillary, feeling very alive and cocky, decided to show Ginny up by flexing every muscle she had as hard as she could. She was relishing Ginny's jealousy and worship in different ways, but they both ended up in the same answer - Ginny lusted after her huge, hard muscles, and Hillary loved it.
Hillary took a step back to give herself room. Ginny's hand fell away from her hot stone physique with a sigh of despair. Hillary smiled down at the young musclegirl, on her knees in front of her amazonian, musclebound body. She would give Ginny a show of female muscle like she'd never see again, Hillary thought, and began to harden every muscle in her body. Her tremendous musculature actually shifted, rippling for a second, and then became stone hard and rock solid. Ginny gagged involuntarily at the sight of Hillary's fully pumped, disgustingly developed physique, striated and cut all over with thick, delicious muscle.
Ginny gagged again, as Hillary began to tremble and make strange whining noises from between tightly clenched teeth and a strange painful smile on her small pink lips, from the immense exertion of pumping every one of the multitude of bulging, veiny, sickeningly huge muscles that made up her unnatural seventeen year old megawoman's physique. Ginny could not control her desire in the face of Hillary's blatant muscularity and sexuality, and leapt to her feet, buttocks jiggling slightly in her miniscule panties, and ran to Hillary, wrapping her sinewy arms around the amazon's barrel neck, and pressed her own impressive body against the sweat sklicked, marble warmth of Hillary's amazing temple of a body.
Ginny forced her strong, lithe tongue down Hillary's throat, kissing her friend deeply while massaging Hillary's huge muscle tits in her hands. Hillary tensed up, alarmed, and Ginny's muscular upper body disappeared in a roaring mass of muscles. Hillary's huge arms were wrapped around Ginny's thick back, and her prodigious breasts, tensed and swollen, surrounded Ginny's head ominously. Ginny moaned and tried to wrap her arms in an embrace around Hillary's huge, winged upper body, and couldn't - her hands still had two feet of solid meat between them! Instead, she used her small, strong hands to stroke Hillary's giant, trembling back, carressing the swells of meat that swam across her amazing, grossly overdeveloped teenaged body.
Billy gasped, watching the two muscle freaks holding each other, filling their tiny hands with each other's bulges as their kiss lengthened, multiplying in passion as they groped. Ginny's body was smothered and shadowed by Hillary's disgusting, ultra developed physique. Despite his initial disgust at the sight of his girlfriend in the arms of a giant, muscular amazon of a girl, Billy began to become aroused himself, watching the two in their dance of muscular passion.
Hillary, overcome by Ginny's strong kissing and the feeling of her friend's hands roaming her tremendous physique, filled her hands with Ginny's strong glutes. Her butt was sculpted, hard, and covered by a tiny piece of pink fabric - the rest of her thong was encased by her squared off, muscular butt cheeks. Ginny pressed her thick young body against Hillary's huge muscles, molding her bulging physique against Hillary seductively. Billy was now stone hard himslef, watching Ginny rub her crotch against Hillary's meaty, swollen leg in quick, small circular motions, her ass cheeks swelling and receding with the repetitive motion.
"Oh, Hillary, your body is amazing," she half-whispered, half-moaned. "Your big ... hard.... muscles make me want you so badly," she whined, and Billy could taske no more. He sprang from the hiding shadows, betrayed and angry as he had ever been, and stopped cold in front of the two muscle girls.
"What the fuck, Ginny!" Billy stammered, clearly intimidated by the obvious strength of the two teen bodybuilderettes, visibly sweating and continued, "First off you build a bunch of sick...." he looked up and down Ginny's glistening, rock hard physique, amazing in its own right and cut to shreds, but dwarfed by Hillary's mass next to her, "muscles....." he trailed off, as he was now only a step away from his musclebound girlfriend and the new object of her desire, his high school classmate, Hillary. But the Hillary before him now was gigantic, a true teen Amazon, bigger by far than any male bodybuilder, football player, or athlete he'd ever seen. Even though she was hugely muscled, masculine looking in body and covered in thick, cabled veins, there emanated from her an unexplainable sexuality, a blatant disregard to what normal femininity could be counted as. Her rigid girl muscles were gigantic, swollen, and extremely hot, and Billy found himself speechless, standing in front of Hillary with his fists clenched as his girlfriend began to remove herself from Hillary's muscular temple of a physique.
"Billy!" Ginny cried, her small hands frozen on Hillary's washboard stomach. "It's not what you think," she trailed off, realizing that her hands betrayed her voice, and removing them reluctantly from Hillary's warm stone body.
"Not what I think!" Billy yelled, "didn't I just hear 'your big hard muscles make me want you'? Yeah, not what I think, bullshit, Ginny!"
"But Billy, look at her!" Ginny whined, pointing at Hillary. "Hillary, flex for Billy, please," she pleaded, wanting to prove her case to her boyfriend. Ginny's almond eyes fell on Billy's as Hillary began moving, muscles rumbling. But to Billy, Ginny almost ceased to exist.
"Look at my big muscles, Billy," the teen goddess began, her voice low and silky. Hillary blew a kiss to him with one obscenely muscled arm. She then placed her finger in her mouth and slowly, seductively flexed the ball of muscle in her huge biceps. Her arm exploded with size and veins, and Billy's mouth opened slightly. He felt his dick stiffen instantly, and Ginny had her answer, even before Hillary vacuumed in her rippling stomach and blasted outwards with a staggering 14 pack of cubed veiny muscles.
"See, Billy, you do like her muscles, just like I do," Ginny giggled, and placed her hand on Billy's shorts. "You like her muscles a lot, don't you Billy?" she cooed, running her hnad down a larger and thicker, harder Billy than she had ever seen. The fact that Billy was getting incredibly hard simply looking at Hillary's massive, frighteningly huge muscles didn't bother Ginny at all, it actually excited her even more than the effect of the teen amazon's muscles had had alone.
"Jesus, Billy, you're gigantic," she whispered softly, delighted, and beamed upwards to Hillary, slowly stroking Billy through his shorts as Hillary pumped her swollen pecs, making them dance for her young worshippers.
Billy's eyes were wide open, even his mouth open slightly, and his manhood huge and stiff. In front of their new joint object of muscle lust, Ginny pulled the waistband of Billy's shorts from around his enormous pole. Ginny grasped Billy's throbbing member in her small hand, stroking its tremendous, quivering length as Hillary posed slowly and sexily for her greatest fans. Both of the teen's eyes were glazed over, and Ginny was licking her lips as they atred rapt and watched Hillary flex her giant muscles for them, giving them a private muscle show. Hillary proceeded to both sicken and arouse them alternately, with a tremendous, outrageous display of female muscles like the world has never seen before. Her body deformed and swelled awesomely, and each bodypart was given a full exhibition, raising thick veins all over her young, robust physique. A slick of sweat coated her every exposed inch, accenting her huge bulges. Billy was in ecstasy, being hand jobbed by his muscular girlfriend while his eyes could feast on this icon of strength, this teenaged muscle goddess, who was bloating her massive body for them like a circus show.
Ginny was also intently watching Hillary bloat her disgustingly huge and ripped physique, stroking Billy's throbbing hot member with one hand while slowly and softly caressing her bikini bottoms with her other hand. As Hillary hit a crab pose, causing her inflated musculature to explode to a new height of bursting rigidity, Ginny moaned in desire, and Billy noticed her now vigorous, quick rubbing, and tried to ignore her masterful skills in masturbation long enough to pull the string thong off of her tight, ridged glutes. She bucked her hips, moaning, and Billy was treated to the sight of Ginny's rippling abs trembling and forming a pebbled wall of teen muscle. Mad with lusting for the two musclegirls in front of him, her pried Ginny's surprisingly strong hand from his shaft and moved to a better position for viewing both of the hyper-developed young musclegirls.
Billy penetrated Ginny from behind, his hands roaming the rips and swells of his griflriend's sweat slicked, meaty body as he punctured her womanhood with nearly a foot of himself. Hillary exhumed power, standing one foot in front of him, her swollen body and pumped lats filling his field of vision. Ginny moaned as he entered her, her face getting buried in Hillary's crotch. Billy watched as his girlfriend performed voracious oral sex on Hillary, and Hillary herself began to moan, her hips gyrating with Ginny's tongue's pace. This caused her already extraordinary stomach muscles ripple and stretch, doing a belly dance of etched blocks of ab muscles. Billy pumped harder, mercilessly, and Ginny's mopaning became louder, and constant, growing with the second as Hillary began to flex for both of them. Ginny's eyes locked as Hillary bounced her disturbuingly huge pecs, her tiny nipples flying around in a jumbled mass of hard, ripped muscles. Her jaw was moving quickly, giving pleasure to the amazon teen in waves of ecstasy. Hillary performed a lat spread that eclipsed both Ginny, bent over and moaning, eyes beginning to roll back in her head, and Billy, who was drooling freely down his chin while he simultaneously filled his vision with Hillary's behemoth muscles and ferociously fucked his young, robustly muscled girlfirend.
"Oh, Oh, Oh," Ginny began to moan in conunction with the meaty sounds of Billy pounding her tightly muscled backside. Hillary's juices were all around her mouth, glistening in the dim lighting. Hillary did a most muscular pose, her distended muscles rumbling into prominent, powerful swollen dominance. Her upper body was gigantic, her womanhood dripping, and her legs looked like someone had surgically inserted hams into her thighs. Looking down with a satisfied look on her young face, Hillary saw Billy's eyes nearly popping out of his skull, his mouth wide open in an erotic combination of fear, lusting, and amazement. Ginny, meanwhile, was now panting like a dog, her tongue wagging as strange moans and grunts emitted from her. Still, her wide eyes never left Hillary's explosive body, quivering with her tremedous crab pose. Billy was jerking, shaking as he awkwardly continued to thrust his large manhood in and out of Ginny's tight, wet vagina while watching Hillary expand her sweat covered, veiny, and irreconcilably humungous teen muscles for him.
Hillary, her entire body warm and incredibly pumped, was loving every second of her muscle worship session. Ginny was merely a hole for Billy - he was fucking her in his mind, she was sure of it by the ravenous, almost manic look in his eyes. She looked deep into his eyes, and flexed one massive biceps head. Her rippling arm ballooned to gargantuan proportions, jumping quirkily, making the cables of veins appear to writhe under taxed skin and atop bulging power.
"Does that make you hot, Billy?" she whispered, unblinking, staring at Billy's huge manhood ramming in and out of Ginny like an engine piston. "Does my big girl muscle get and keep you hard?" Hillary was now pumping the huge muscles of her arms, trying to milk yet more pump, definition and sickening size into herself. Billy was literally foaming at the mouth as Hillary seduced him with silk whispers and helplessly erotic, gigantic teen muscle, inches from his face and throbbing with heat and power.
"Uhhn, Uhnn, Mmmph..." Ginny groaned in delight as her boyfriend was wooed by Hillary's forboding, superheo-like musclewoman's physique. Ginny's own muscular monument of a body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her breasts jiggled slightly atop her prodigious mounds of pecs inside the tiny bra with her rocking movement.
"Feel my arms, Billy," Ginny moaned, begging, and arched her strong back, making her lithe upper body explode with thick, strong muscle. The arch made her small breasts jut out sexily, mounded on top of swells of pectorals, followed by her distended, stretched and cubical abdominals. She brought her arms into a double biceps flex, and they expanded before Billy' and Hillary's eyes into striated, rock hard arms that had much more place on a male gymnast than on Ginny's young body.
"Ooooohh.h......." Ginny hitched, almost hicupping, overwhelmed by the simultaneous pleasures of stretching and expanding her til then dormant muscles, and from Billy's fierce doggy styling from behind. Her body shook in a slight orgasm as she locked her bicep flex, holding as hard as she could. Her arms became covered with thin veins, like spiderwebs, raising a roadmap all over her swollen arms. Hillary looked down in envy at Ginny's incredibly sexy, striated and cut body, bumping to and fro with each long stroke of Billy's stone hard cock inside her. And then, to Hillary's dismay, Ginny began to grow. Her already freaksih muscles swelled, alarmingly fast, erupting from her arm in a growing, softball sized mound.
"Mmmmmph!" she moaned in satisfaction, and looked over to her rippling arms. Her blue eyes blazed wide at the sight of her guns, beginning to tremble with the flexion, and starting to approach the size of Hillary's own massive arms. Ginny's eyes were half-lidded in pleasure as she looked up to Hillary's huge, quivering musclebound young body.
"I'm getting bigger, Hillary," she cooed, eyes now blazing with the jealousy and confidence her growing, swelling muscles gave her. "I'll be just as big as you are, ooooohhhhh....." Ginny moaned loudly and Hillary watched fascinated as her chest swelled visibly, erupting twin volcanoes of thick pec muscle, making her top billow in aquiescence to her growing pert breasts. She now looked a large C-cup, but Hillary knew that her real breasts didn't even fill an A. Her tremendous body became unreal, thick balls of muscle standing angrily out all along her body.
"Billy!" Ginny gasped, but in a commanding voice, "I said FEEL MY ARMS!" Ginny's upper body trembled with another growth spurt. Hillary watched, horrified, as Ginny's shoulders broadened before her eyes, her already tremendously muscled arms swelling with unnatural, rippling growth - her skin was stretched like saran wrap across her thick, ropy and bulging biceps and triceps.
Hillary's eyes traced down to her diamond cut abdominals - thick cables of veins criss crossed Ginny's swollen, muscle laden stomach, snaking amongst the full, striated fourteen pack Ginny's arched position showcased. Hillary's eyes locked on Billy's - he had stopped his frantic thrusting when Ginny began to yell at him - fear of her rumbling, still swelling physique froze him. And Ginny was right - the young girl's muscles were truly huge now, and Hillary thought Ginny's arms might just be thicker than her own gigantic guns. With a slick pop, Billy's huge, trembling manhood slipped out of Ginny as he leaned backwards, falling over onto his back.
"Fuck you, then, Billy," Ginny purred, and ran her hands along the disgustingly huge swells of her abdominal package. She started to stand, looking at Hillary as she did. Her thighs erupted with thick rippling muscles as weight transferred from leg to leg. Swelling and receding, Ginny finally stood and looked up at Hillary. Gone was the earlier look of worship on her face - now Ginny looked smug, her pink lips pursed pertly, hand one one giant swell of glutes.
"And you, Hillary," she said slowly, "Looks like you're not the biggest now," Ginny cocked an arm and flexed - her biceps erupted, indivudal sinews and balls of muscle appearing to form a frighteningly large, cut as a diamond head of meat. Veins covered the muscle angrily, looking like tiny writhing snakes when Ginny started to flex it harder, pumping her lower arms and inch and no more. Impossibly, her bis became even more cut, and Hillary thought she could see the strands that actually made up the swollen muscle bellies.
"So, once again, Hillary, I end up being better. Like always," and this said, she lowered her unnaturally muscular arm, swung her hips coquetteishly, and turned her head. "Billy, get your stupid weak ass over here and do as I said. I'm the biggest, strongest girl now that you've ever seen - I'll be in control from here on in, not her ugly ass," she dropped a sly wink in Hillary's general direction, and the ultra-muscular teen girl could take no more.
Hillary swung a viciously fast punch with all of her considerable might. The fist connected true, instantly breaking Ginny's jaw in five places - Ginny's bull neck, thick and corded, did not give an inch, and so her unprotected jawbone took the huge impact alone. Ginny began to moan, intersperesed with loud cries, as Hillary jackhammered her fist all over Ginny's face, splitting the gorgeous girl's lips, blacking her eyes, and breaking her nose with a loud snap, like stepping on twigs in the forest.
Hillary began to laugh as she punished the younger, unbelievably stacked and beautiful body builderette. Each blow she unleashed on Ginny's body and face, each crack of bone on bone, sound of bone breaking, and resulting cries, moans and yelps of pain were in revenge for her constant perfection - for everyone's attention on Ginny, on Ginny's athletic body, on her personality, and now on her disgustingly, massively developed muscular masterpiece of a physique.
Ginny screamed now, writhing beneath her as she rained powerful, bone breaking blows with her rumbling, hugely muscled arms. Billy cried like a baby, his eyes locked on Hillary's swinging, veiny breasts, which pistoned, swelling and receding with each thunderous punch. Hillary was basted with sweat, rivulets of clear liquid cascading down the craggy landscape of her chest and pulsing abdmoinals. Finally, Ginny fell, her brain shutting down against the pain surging across her powerpacked, musclebound physique like waves. A loud thud echoed in the basement when she fell, a smack of meat against concrete.
Hillary put one foot atop the broken young teen girl and flexed her massively prodigious guns. Billy's eyes, wet with fresh tears of fear, instantly locked on Hillary's bursting biceps, striated and incredibly veiny from the workout. With her arms flexed, she spoke down to Billy.
"You want this body, don't you?" she purred, feeling uncontrollably dominant, her muscles pumped up, veins throbbing on her beefy arms and pecs, as she curled her arms, looking from bulge to bulge as they swelled. Hillary then put her thick forearms behind her head, and blew Billy's mind. Her already rippling abdominal wall swelled outwards, cubing, as her breasts came to proud attention. He groaned slightly, and thought he was going to come for sure, right then and there.
Hillary pumped her chest muscles alternately, making a huge wave of meat surge and drop with every second. At the top of the flex, her breast flattened out a bit below her nipple but blew up like it had a pump attached above it. The sight was amazing - Hillary's breasts grew by two cup sizes with each flex, surging upwards and inflating like balloons, but there was no give in these, they were filled solid with bulging, rock hard muscles. Her abdominal wall remained stone hard flexed, the bubbles of concrete muscle shifting slightly with her breathing. Billy was fully mesmerized again at the hulking physique now starddling him, locked, bulging, in a massive latspread, Hillary's angelic face looking down to his manhood and smiling in delighted reaction to his obvious state.
"Watch this," Hillary purred, and began to squat down onto Billy's big, erect manhood. Billy watched in utter lusting as Hillary's meaty, swollen physique descended upon him. Hillary began to take inch after trembling inch of Billy inside her, and Billy was amazed at her tight vagina as it actually felt like he was being swallowed by her. Finally, with an added licking of lips and a soft sigh, the young musclegirl finished her sex squat, her thighs huge, swollen with blood and thick veins, and had Billy completely inside. Then, amazingly, she raised herself up slightly,her big, muscular legs paralell to the ground in an awkward squatting position. Hillary's legs trembled at the weight they supported, both her massive body and Billy, hanging from her vagina like he was attached. What happened next was the most overt, unnatural display of muscular control - Hillary actually used her vaginal muscles to thrust Billy in and out of her - never losing the vise like grip around his cock. He moaned, and Hillary responded.
"Do you like that, Billy? Do you like being fucked by my big, swollen," she sighed and moaned slightly herself, the feeling of Billy inside her making her tremble. "....muscles, Billy? Ooooohhh.....Unghh....." Hillary sped up, and Billy flailed like a rag doll as he was forced in and out of Hillary's moist, ridiculously strong vagina - his entire field of view was eclipsed by Hillary's Amazonian physique, pumping him in and out of her like a sweat-slicked machine. He felt himself both getting physically ill and simultaneously nearing a volcanic, muscle-fed orgasm, and began to moan. Hillary smiled down at him, and he was finally held in one place, still, underneath her. Her body looked like an oak to him, straight above his head, massive swells of ridiculous meat, massive girl muscles, veins, sinew, and sweat.
To finish him off, she used her internal muscles, as developed as the evident, huge swells on the outside. Hillary greedily struck gigantic, horrifyingly muscular poses as her unbelievably developed, superstrong vaginal muscles did the work on her young sex toy. Billy screamed in both pain and pleasure as he felt his big, stone-hard penis being rubbed like a glove, and then Hillary dropped him unceremoniously.
With the thud of contact with the hard flooring in the basement, Billy could hold back no longer and came in streams, shaking and moaning in low to high volume as his muscular mistress performed a gigantic lat spread on top of him.
Hillary watched over all of this, her frame swollen and deformed with gigantic muscles, and bit her lip as she came again to intense orgasm - her juices quickly seeped through her already wet bottoms and shellacked Billy's face as he passed out from complete sexual exhaustion. His last sight was Hillary's trembling, unbelievably thick and hard body, fully flexed in her state of pleasure, looming above him.

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Chapter 4 - Jessica's Tattoo
 
"Its' just not fair," Jessica whined to the mirror, her lithe body arched as she inspected the tattoo, a small decorative tribal across the small of her lower back. It was nothing really, but her father had flipped out when he'd seen it, even though she had turned eighteen today, she was a grown-up now, how could he do this? She had been daring enough to wear one of her tight halter tops, which her father already disapproved of, to show off the delicate black marks that formed flower like shapes right above the start of her tight jean skirt. Furious, he had told her to go back to her room, on a Friday night no less, and that she was grounded. Jessica had argued, but to no avail - her dad's face was red with anger as she skulked back up the steps.
"And put some damned clothes on, Jessica, you look like the village prostitute!" he had finished, veins popping his neck as Jessica began to cry and ran the rest of the way to her upstairs bedroom. She had even gone back down, fully and respectably dressed, and begged to go out.
"You expect me to trust your judgement when you get a... a tramp stamp?!" Frank had again become enraged, poking her lower back right in the tender spot created just that day. "I can't trust you as far as I could throw you - now get back upstairs, and out of my sight!" he had finished, and Jessica knew she had run the gamut of her luck, again running and crying to the relative haven of her small room.
Sitting on the bed, sniffling, she decided she was going to just try to go to sleep - even though it was only 8:30. She put on her nightie shirt, brushing the hem of her flannel shorts, and grabbed the bottle of EZ Fit Sleep-Away she had bought at Eugene's with secretly saved money - it was an intense metabolism booster, designed to shed pounds while sleeping. Jessica was quite fit, buit it was bikini season soon, and she wanted to look tight and fit for all of the boys that were bound to be at the beaches and pools. She popped two in her mouth, rinsed it down with a glass of water and settled into her bed to undoubtedly spend countless hours staring at the ceiling.
After countless rolls across the bed, shifting to try to find a comfortable spot, Jessica's body began to hurt all over, as if she had gone up against a heavyweight boxer. She groaned, holding her stomach, and began to shake, her young mind racing to find an explanation for her scary condition. Her groan became a wail of pain as she felt her body actually expanding, growing, seemingly exploding from the seams. Through tear-stained eyes she watched as her usually lithe, tanned forearms expanded like balloons, filling in with thick ropes of twisted, stacked atop one another forearm muscles, leading to her upper arms, which with an audible pop erupted with cannonball biceps and thick, meaty horseshoe triceps. Her eyes widened, disgusted and aghast, as thick cables of throbbing veins popped up and raced to cover her new hammers of arms.
"Oooooh..." she moaned, her pink lips twisted in a grimace, as the rest of her body grew and rippled to match her unbelievable arms, contorting her into strange poses, like ancient Greek statues, similarly over-indulgent in the expression of the musculature of the human form. Finally, as the pains in her now rumbling and swollen muscles subsided, she stood, and scurried to her bathroom, thighs pumping with newly thick, pistoning quadriceps with her quick steps.
Her nightie t-shirt, which used to cover everything but the smallest bit of tummy and mandated by her Dad, was now barely a halter top. Underneath the stretched hem of the shirt, with the athletic numbers contorted, covering her now noticeable, meaty chest, were bubbles of stomach muscles. Jessica gasped, frightened of her superhero's stomach and at the same time excited, actually, turned on by the masculine midsection in her plain view. She ran her hands down the hot, rigid swells of the shelves of abdominal muscles, and 'accidentally' brushed by her womanhood, which ached slightly as she observed her hulking, veiny and ultra muscular body in her mirror.
Giggling a tiny bit, she went into several superhero poses, her mouth open in surprise at the way her arms swelled, erupting with strange bulges, stretching her already taxed nightie-shirt, with each awkward flex she molded her huge, muscular upper body into. Jessica was excited, in a glow from the tremendous development of her physique. She felt powerful, more in control than she ever had before. She felt incredibly sexy, turning herself on with growing strength at the sight, feeling and pressures of flexing her giant, striated new muscles in her full length mirror. She peeled the skin-formed tshirt from her powerful body, wanting to look at herself naked, almost panting as she unhooked her usually large and constricting but now tiny and tight bra, her arms bulging with dangerously thick, veiny and meaty mountains of girl muscle.
Finally, she managed to unhook her straining, stretched bra, and it popped from her body audibly. "Oh my God," Jessica gasped, tiny hands quickly and lovingly underneath two perfectly round, protruding c-cup breasts. Where before there had only been slight swells under her obviously underdeveloped chest, she was now huge, her pectoral muscles pronounced, rigid and striated. She lightly caressed her nipples, her power packed chest trembling and undulating like waves underneath her touch. Jessica flexed her chest lightly, her small hands caressing the underside of her musclebreasts, admiring the ridged, lumpy movement of her pec muscles in the mirror, incredibly turned on and nearly panting.
She made her breasts jump in rhythm to the Brittney Spears song on her bathroom radio, giggling slightly but in a bit of fear and awe of her own massiveness still. How was she going to hide her muscular body from her father, especially after the inspections she would surley have to endure because of her tattoo?
Thinking as hard as she could, she struggled, frantically, to figure out what to do. Her father was going to go nuclear - she could just hear him now, calling her a freak, a monster, and probably not being allowed to go anywhere at all, EVER. Stressing, she began to tighten up, a rolling of swollen muscle cascading to now blown up traps, pumpkin-sized delts, triceps flaring outwards by inches, and thick, cabled forearm muscles, down to her blood red fingernailed fingers, gripping the edge of her formica sinktop.
Jessica stumbled as her deceptively delicate-looking hands snapped the three inch thick countertop like it was a piece of bark, ripping chunks from the formica and making the musclemaiden lose her balance. Jessica stared in awe at her hands, and whispered in a tiny voice, "Holy shit, I'm strong!" Excited, Jessica dropped the pieces on her floor with a loud thunk and ran into her bedroom. Jessica had a large trunk in her room that held personal things and a lot of clothing - it must have weighed eighty pounds empty, made of iron bands and thick, dark oak boards. Jessica grabbed its sides, and her eyes popped when she lifted it easily, like it was made of cardboard. Looking down at her arms as she curled it frantically, she could see her huge arms billowing, swelling, rippling with hard muscles, working - but still she did not feel any exertion whatsoever.
"I'm so strong!" she whispered, in disbelief. "I might have to teach someone a lesson - fuck him, what is he going to do?" Jessica giggled, and ran a relatively miniscule hand over the rocky, bulbous landscape of her bicep. Admiring herself wholeheartedly, she squeezed her own stone muscle, increasing her pressure to her utmost, a grimace of exertion on her face, and still the granite mass refused to budge or dent. Jessica now laughed aloud, massive, her abs pebbling and relaxing with her glee. She then took the lid of the trunk she had lifted so easily only moments earlier and opened it to find something suitable to greet her father with.
After mintues of frantic looking , the excited teenager sighed with disappointment. Everything she had pulled out was not good enough for her exciting planned exhibition of her new muscle-body. She wanted fear and initimidation, and that would require every available inch of her swollen, musclebound body to be readily apparent. Her bras and panties sets were all what the girls in gym called granny panties, mostly by command of her father. Most of them were also so old she was sure that they would tear as she would definitely have to stretch them out to even vegin to fit her amazing newfound thickness and gargantuan bulk.
Remembering her swimsuit from the summer beofre, a cute halter top / boy shorts set that barely met her parents' approval ("But Jessica," her mother had whined in her intimately annoying way, "Why would you want to dress like that? The town callgirls have more clothing on!") and scrambled to her closet, thighs and calves ballooning as she practically leapt the ten feet across. The boy short panties came first, and Jess could hear the first stitches popping as she pulled them over her thick calves like dress stockings. Frowning, she began to pull them over her corded, meat-injected thighs, and gasped as an audible rip came from what she saw was the right side. Pulling ever so gently, willing them to hold, the muscle-queen edged them over her mammoth quads and hamstrings, willing her legs to relax to no avail. The last inch was the dealbreaker, and Jessica looked down in dismay at the swimsuit bottoms, ripped in half on the floor in front of her.
She picked up the top, held it up to her chest, and didn't even bother - the edges, even stretched, did not contain the fabric for one half of her trunklike, ripped upper body - the combination of bulging back and trapezius muscles, wings of lats, bowling-ball delts and melon like pecs she now had made all of her clothing impossible.
"Dammit!" she whispered, more disappointed by her missed opportunity to show up her parents than anything. Then she remembered her mother's closet.
Jessica's mother would best be described as obese. Amazed she had not though of it before, Jessica poked her head out of her doorway to see if the coast was clear - she heard her mother downstairs, whistling as she fixed dinner. Jessica crept from her room, naked excepting the panties that seemed to be holding on by mere threads, and inched down the hallway to her parents' bedroom. She zipped into the room, heading straight for the closet.
She flicked on the light, and scanned the neatly racked and hung clothing. Black caught her eye, and she cooed with delight. Hanging on the hanger to her right was a pair of her mother's lingerie - black lace bra and pantie set, ordered from a Lane Bryant catalog. If it fit her mother....
Jessica snatched the hanger with one massive arm and ran back to her room, more excited than ever. She grabbed the front of her panties and with a quick flip of her wrist shredded them from her body. She quickly grabbed the thong lace panties and eased them over her swollen musculature, making sure to go slowly and allow them to stretch as she went. Finally, with a snap of elastic as the thin fabric rounded her bulging, squared glutes, they were on. Jessica did a little victory dance and raced for the bathroom. Turned sideways, she could see the panties that had fit her horrednously overweight mother were a perfect fit for her boosted physique, the thin string of fabric attaching the tiny patch of triangle to the thong resting in the valley created by the battling lower back and upper glutes, curving sexily across the line of her thin side waist, and tapering dramatically inward in front in acquiescence to the insertions of her thick, foot and a half inch thick thighs. The bra was a bit more work - she had to stretch it like the old spring powered workout bands before she could get it over the birth of her combined triceps and biceps, almost snapping it in the process. She finally got it on and snug, the black triangles of lacy fabric looking miniaturized on the ripped and veiny plane of her chest. After an additional minute of admiring herself in the mirror, and a last titantic bicep pose just for good measure, she rushed to her door again, this time not bothering to stop and check the hallway.
Before dinner her father always went into the basement to make a drink and sit in his den. Jessica, moving extremely nimbly for all her newfound bulk, tiptoed past the kitchen where her mother whispered still - if she had looked up at the time she would have noticed a dainty pointed set of toes, like a ballerina's, creep around the corner. Only this ballerina's foot was topped with a rigid, bulging calf muscle, criss crossed with veins and sickening striation.
Jessica tiptoed down the stairs as well, wanting her surprise to be unnoticed until the moment of her choosing. From the bottom of the stairwell she could see her father, lounging in his recliner, a tumbler in his hand of what was likely Scotch. She crept up behind him, her mindblowingly developed, veteran bodybuilder's physique inches from his shoulder. Jessica turned so that her tattoo was dead center in his line of vision, and spoke.
"What do you think of my tattoo now, Daddy?" Jessica spoke sweetly over her striated, swollen shoulder. In the corner of her eye she could see her neck visibly thicken as she twisted it, causing a huge swell of meat to erupt from her collarbone area and brush against her gold hoop earrings. She giggled despite herself, amazing her own mind by her mindboggling, throbbing teenaged muscularity.
"Jessica, ...." Frank began, and then turned to see his eighteen year old daughter dressed in only his wife's lace black bra and panty-set lingerie. His daughter was covered in rippling, bulging muscles and veins - she looked stronger than anyone that Frank had ever met.
The offending tattoo was painted atop a thick, muscular canvas - Jessica's lower back was corded, striated, the insertions of her tiny lower back forming a Christmas tree as it swelled into a tremendous v-shape, bisected by the thin strip of black lace that tied together the tiny triangle cups of his wife's sexiest lingerie. The black lines were deformed, plastered in a wavy shape due to the ridges and swells not there when the artist had first done his work.
"Why don't you spank me Daddy, haven't I been bad?" Jessica cooed, showing her full, bulbuous glutes to her father, encased in only her mother's sheer black lace thong panties. Winking at him, Jessica began to alternately flex her glutes, causing them to dance sexily in the light fabric. She then bent over suggestively, her gargantuan thighs expanding before Frank's eyes, and made her thick calves harden up into bulging, cut diamonds. She bounced up and down delicately on her toes, years of ballet becoming evident, and her calves exploded into tremendous size, cutting into diamonds, with each slight movement. Her tight rear end, inches from her father's face with her pose, was bulbous, thick with a shelf of muscle.
"That's enough, Jessica!" Frank roared, embarassed both by his daughter's hints at her own promiscuity and the fact that he truly feared her now, was afraid of he pain she would cause him with her Olympian physique if he did touch her.
Frank had never seen muscles on a woman in real life, only the occasional glimpse of coverage of a bodybuilding show late at night. But his eighteen year old daughter had a body light years ahead of anything he had ever seen. Everwhere on her frame were strange, unnatural looking valleys, bulges and crevasses that boggled his mind - she was so sickeningly muscular!
"I know you've been under a lot of stress, and are obviously on drugs," Frank spoke softly and dangerously, looking up and down her ridiculously developed physique, "I don't know how you've hid your 'condition' from your mother and I til now - But it doesn't matter. I've never taken sass, no matter how many muscles you think you've got, Missy, I won't start now." He raised his hand in the air and brought it down with all of his might onto his daughter's ass.
Thwack! Frank withdrew his stinging hand, and started to feel fear flowing through his body. His hard swat had had no effect, and his hand stung like fire. It had felt like hitting a brick wall - no give at all, just tough, strong muscle and tendon. He watched in disgust and dismay as his daughter tightened up her glutes, and her ass skyrocketed upward above a wave of pure muscle. Swollen like a pumpkin now, Jessica's backside was strangely shaped, squared off, and delineated with striations.
The panties strained to contain her hugely developed young rear, but was losing the fight slowly but surely - with each instant Jessica further held her flex, the fabric slipped further and further in between the twin globes of meat. Frank reared back and swung again, open handed, and Jessica flexed her glutes as hard as she could. As her father's hand came down, Jessica was excited to see the look of known failure on his face as he saw his target - The final flex had put Jessica's ass into the domain of the unreal, and as his hand made contact with the quivering mass of teen girl-muscle, Frank realized the futility.
The first swat had done nothing, and now his young daughter's backside looked like it was made of corduroy - Frank could actually see the muscle fibers, twitching madly, that formed the massive swells of her bloated glutes. The panties were completely forced into a crumpled string, and there was absolutely no movement as his hand hit warm steel.
"Mmmph! Oh, Daddy, it hurts so bad!" Jessica taunted, giggling. She slowly starightened up, turning to face her father as she did. Frank was holding his injured hand, his eyes wide as he took in the entirety of his daughter's unnatural, ultra muscular physique. Jessica smiled mockingly, her mother's lingerie stretched obscenely across her massive width and size, covering only the slightest acreage of her swollen, blown out young body.
"You can't hurt me anymore, Daddy," she whispered, running her finger from her knee, hidden in mounds of strong thigh muscles, up her meat-injected thigh. She could see her father's face begin to clench up in anger at her precocious, innately sexual bragging. She reached her mother's panties, pasted to her crotch like a second skin, and weirdly distended by her rigid lower abdominals - her stomach was wide, and thick, protruding from her frame and ruining every girl's natural hourglass shape - her midsection was built like a tree trunk, except Jessica's stomach was then topped off with ridges, bumps and valley's of her grossly enlarged musculature - her cute, tiny innie bellybutton was blown outwards by the rigid, unnatural medallions of underlying muscles.
Slowly, to mock him, she ran her hand over her excited womanhood, and up the bubbles and bulges of her shiny, rippled stomach wall.
As Jessica approached the cups of the tiny bra, straining to hold in mountains of beefy, rigid pec muscles, her father made the worst mistake of his life. Frank could take no more of Jessica's insolence, disrespect to her mother, or the fact that she was taunting him with her strength and obviously steriod fueled, super amazon teen physique.
Although he now shook with fear of his own daughter's tremendous body and how she could use it to dismantle him, he snapped, and threw a punishing haymaker blow to the object of her own worshipful attention, her waffled, veiny abs.
Frank was finally satisfied as he felt his fist bury itself deep into his daughter's stomach. Caught unaware, Jessica's disturbingly bumpy and solid midsection gave reluctantly to his fist, collapsing inwards slightly - it felt like punching a stiff, new mattress. Fear still lingered in Frank's mind as Jessica doubled over in pain, as his punch would have dropped an ordinary man instantly, and had before. Still, his ultra built young daughter was almost to one knee, and she groaned loudly, bloated, bulging arms going to protect her stomach.
"I can hurt you plenty, Jessica, and don't you forget it," he spoke down to Jessica, whose head was trembling, face looking at the ground. "Now, i didn't want to do that, but, with those steroids you're on, God knows what you'll ....Gaakkkk!"
Frank's berating was interrupted by the most intesne pain he had felt in his life up to that pioint. Looking down, eyes bugging, he saw a wicked smile on his beautiful young daughter's face. The origin of that smile was simple - she had grabbed his manhood with an iron vice grip. He looked at the offending arm, rigid in its flexion, and knew that to move now would be to risk getting his balls crushed. Jessica's huge arm was thick and cut, groups of terrifying muscles standing at attention, ready to destroy him.
"You hit me," Jessica snarled. "Big man, big father, beating up on his daughter," she continued, brown eyes narrowing dangerously. Frank yelped as she gave his balls a good, hard squeeze, muscles pistoning on her shiny, rippling arm. She stood up slowly, raising from her knees causing an eruption of thigh muscles, her tiny hand in a death grip around her father's surprisingly large package.
"Now I'm the big one, though, Daddy," Jessica teased in a voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt, and flexed the arm not holding her father's manhood captive, causing waves of muscle to swell and recede atop her thick, ropy arm - Frank gagged from both the pressure on his balls and the up close sight of his daughter's massive musculature - he could actually see the individual fibers in his little girl's cannon of an arm, and before his eyes, her bicep swelled another half inch and resettled into unmovable, hot stone flesh. Jessica gave him another painful squeeze, and Frank felt a tear slip from his eye, his face red and teeth clenched. Reluctantly he got pulled by his hulking daughter to the basement door, down each painful step as Jessica's grip tightened, and finally to the concrete floor of the basement.
"And you're going to pay for hitting me," she whispered, softly, winking at him. "Don't ever put your hands on me again, Daddy," Jessica began, and then Frank screamed. Jessica was crushing his manhood in one hand, and she drew her open palm back, far behind her head. The grip-pressure on his balls was nearly more than he could take, and then the sharp, stinging crack of broken bone rang through his head as his eighteen year old daughter backhanded him. Once. Frank's cheekbone broke in two places with the jackhammer contact, and Jessica released his injured balls after one good, groan-inducing last pull.
Frank collapsed, drooling and crying, in front of Jessica, whose pumped body was outright ridiculous in its size and muscularity, stuffed and crammed into his wife Gail's tiny lingerie, and covered with a sheen of glistening sweat. She performed a textbook lat spread in front of him, and Frank's teary, blurred vision was eclipsed by Jessica's thick, swelling batwings of back muscle. Jessica was absolutely, horrifyingly gigantic and pumped up, and veins sprang from everywhere, tiny worms pulsing across the amazing mountains and valleys of her teenaged superphysique. Frank gagged again, dry heaving, as Jessica took a step towards him.
"Nothing you can do about it Daddy," Jessica teased, laughter making her thick, ballooned stomach ripple and shift in large tectonic plates. Frank looked up just a bit, fearfully, and was treated to the sight of his daughter's massive, corded quads. Up close, Frank could see the network of veins from spiderwebbed size to inch thick, pulsing arteries that covered every inch of the fourteen year old's visible skin - where the veins ran into her panties and bra cups, Frank could see them running underneath the thin, stretched fabric.
Jesica reached down and grabbed her father's package again. "Move and I'll rip them off," she growled sultrily, fully enjoying her newfound dominance and of course, the changes her bulging, power packed body had already made.
Her other tiny hand went around Frank's neck in a chokehold. He whimpered, drool and snot running freely, his already injured balls again in the evil grip of his young, steroid infused bodybuilder daughter. Looking up sardonically, a wide smile on her face, Jessica began to press him, repeatedly, over her head. Frank, face down, could see her shoulders ballooning outwards, blood pumping to them frantically as she forced her pistoning muscles to repeatedly and quickly lift his one hundred and eighty pounds. His little girl's traps were thick, craggy bouldres connecting her earlobes to her neck.
"You're nothing, Daddy, just a tired old man. You're letting your daughter beat you up, and there's nothing you can do bout it," Jessica sneered, grunting a little between words as her body began to burn. "Mmmph....Mmppph!.....Oooh, yeah!" Frank's field of vision was filled, zooming in and out, with the immense, bulging, mountainous bodyscape of his teen muscle queen daughter's back, shoulders, and horseshoe triceps.
"Nothing, not even a good weight," Jess grunted, spit flying, and Frank used every bit of control not to whimper in both fear and disbleief - Jessica's arms, which a week ago had looked like sticks, were even more fully pumped up, bigger than he had ever seen or thought possible for a woman, actually vibrating with muscle, and the bowling ball swells of her massive deltoids looked like crumpled paper, the skin stretched drumhead tight over crisscrossing networks of throbbing veins and steely cables of sinewed meat. His daughters neck was built like a bull's, all rippling sinew and weird bulges of beef. With a final, smallish grunt that was considerably less fear inspiring than her animal grunting and deep breathing of minutes before, Jessica threw her one hundred and eighty pound father ten feet across the room.
Frank hit the ground hard, rolling, and scrambled to cower in the corner as Jessica, from across the room, hit a massive, bloating, most muscular pose. Even from the distance he was at he could see frightening, moving bulges of muscle coalesce on his once diminutive daughter's frame. Muscles exploded from everywhere, and Frank swore he could hear her tightened skin stretching as Jess grunted a bit, forcing more and more pump into the giant swlls of her amazing physique. Smiling and looking up and down her trembling powerhouse body lovingly once, Jessica began to approach him, her tree-trunk thighs expanding and rippling with the layers and layers of muscle hanging from her petite frame. He whimpered as she neared, watching her calves expand to alarming proportions, expanding like balloons with each stride, and began to sob.
"Please, God, no more," he cried, voice wavering. "Please don't hurt me anymore, Jessica," he pleaded, and looked up from his demeaning crouch to see his hulking teenaged daughter glaring down at him, a smirk on her face. She slowly brought her big arms level, and then flexed a classic double bicep pose with more confidence, looking to each of her massive biceps heads with obvious pleasure. Her arms were unbelievable, gigantic, and laced with huge vein networks. Her steel abs stretched, pebbling, and her pert young breasts stood at attention atop her twin-bouldered chest.
Jessica was enjoying herself immensely, and decided to fully break down her father. She put her hands high in her ponytailed hair, and concentrated on her stomach. First tensing her stomach, her midsection ballooned outwards by inches - then, she sucked in her breath, curled inwards, and flexed with everything she could muster.
"Mmmph!" she groaned sweetly, and her stomach rippled, cubes of meat tensing and tightening, and she blew out all the air in her body, creating a massive, striated, lump of waffled muscles where her hard, flat stomach had been seconds before. She was sporting a visible, quivering twelve pack of hard abdominals, and the remaining cubes disappeared into the panty bottoms. She shifted her hips slowly and seductively, causing the rock wall of her stomach to shift and ripple, inches from Frank's tear stained face. She looked down, satsifed at the size of her father's eyes, the absolute terror of her dominance clear in them.
"Want to hit me now, Daddy?" she whispered, and looked down to her abdominals. "They're so big and strong, Daddy, look at them," she started to rub her armor-plated stomach with one hand, and Frank moaned as he saw her skin sliding over the disgustingly large bubbles of ab muscles. "I'm ready now, Daddy, look at my stomach!" Jessica taunted, making her belly dance in waves and ripples of disgustingly ripped and bulging platelets. She hit herself a few times and giggled girlishly, with even her full force, and Frank winced with each sound of contact between his daughter's fist and her own beefy midsection. It sounded like in the movie Rocky where Sly beat on the sides of beef in the butcher's freezer. Frank was absolutely sure that his daughter's strecthed and striated abdomen was tougher than Sly's frozen meat.
"Please, Jessica," he begged, tears streaming down his face, "no more...."
"Oh, there's a lot more, Daddy," Jessica whispered, and stepped directly in front of him, her stuffed, rippling thighs touching his face. Frank could smell his daughter's excitement, could actually smell power emanating from her stone hard body. Jessica grabbed his head unceremoniously, and Frank began to moan. Jessica forced his head downwards.
"Look at my legs, Daddy, look at how big they are!" Jessica said in a sing-song, mocking voice, beaming, and raised up to her tiptoes. Frank moaned again, this time in amazement, as his daughter's calves balled up, swelling and huge, into what would appropriately be called cows. Her tiny ankles flared outwards under her skin, prominent, veiny bulges of diamond-shaped meat atop, to recede again at her diminutive kneecaps. As Jessica tensed her thighs, she led Frank's head along for the ride by his thinning hair. Inches from her warm, musclebound thighs, Frank began to shake his head violently, for he saw what was coming.
"And my thighs, Daddy, look at how strong they are," Jessica continued, smiling wide and showing her pearl white teeth, making her bloated quadriceps jump and ripple, the cords of beef making up her amazing legs shifting under her paper skin like snakes in a bag. She was thoroughly enjoying mastering her father, being the one in charge, and it was all thanks to her new body, her temple to teen female muscularity and strength.
Jessica flexed her warm, tingling thighs as hard as she could. Her thighs flared outwards with a snap, waves of muscles rolling as her legs thickened by at least nine inches. Frank stared in disbelief at his daughter's massive, bloated quadriceps, every rippling inch of the quivering masses covered with veins and arteries - he could actually see the blood pumping, feeding her tremendous size and strength. As he was distracted with her giant quads, Jessica quickly rained a powerful blow on the top of his head. With a crack and snap, he dropped to the floor, and Jessica moved around him. Pulling up with more strength than she intended, she sandwiched his head in between her vibrating, steely thighs. Pieces of her father's hair flutterd to the ground, a raw spot on his head from Jessica's unintentional pull-out. Frank moaned, coming out of his daze, and found his cheeks pressed tight in a death-grip between his nineteen year old daughter's gigantic leg muscles.
"No, no, no...." Frank moaned, and Jessica flexed her quads, crushing her father's face with her unbelievable, bloated thighs. Frank's face turned beet red as Jessica's huge thighs constricted with the strength of hundreds of pythons around his skull and injured cheekbone. He emitted a shrill scream as the teen daughter began to quickly and powerfully send waves of crushing force through her bulging, vein-covered upper legs. Frank felt his field of vision waver with each blindingly painful eruption of muscle as Jessica punished him, and began to black out. Jessica suddenyl grabbed his hair and jerked his head upwards hard, pulling his body through her legs so that his thin neck was between her solid, granite legs. Jessica laughed alioyud as sh viciously snapped her thigh muscles to rigid attention, constricting Frank's breathing pathway by inches of hard, hot muscles. She finally loosened her death grip on him, giggling, as she watched her father convulse, choking.
He fell to the floor like dead weight, and Jessica rolled him over with no effort at all. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and finally her father's face was returning to a normal color from the beet red it had been. Jessica cradled his head. lifting him face up, and reinserted his neck between her gigantic legs. Frank's face was upturned to her bubbled stomach wall and muscle-packed breasts, inches from the tiny panties his wife usually wore.
He awoke with a gasp, the even stronger smell of Jessica's overpowering excitement in his nostrils, and his eyes widened in a combination of horror and disgust at his position, inches from his daughter's womanhood, with his head again sealed in the grip of her protruding inner thigh muscles. Jessica winked down at him, making her bricked stomach dance again, causing the upper string of her panties to swell and bulge with the grotesque, rippling movements underneath. Frank gagged at the unnatural, sickening sight up close and personal, and Jess looked down at him, feigning shock.
"You don't wike my muscles, Daddy?" Jessica teased in a baby-voice that was a direct affront to the powerful, muscularly indulgent bodybuilding physique she now posessed. "Don't oo just wuuuuv mig big," bicep popping, "strong," lats bulging wide, "hard little-girl musclies?" ridged, popping abdominals accompanied her last words, and Frank groaned quite loudly at the accompanying thickening of his daughter's iron quadriceps. Jessica sneered, realizing she was taking it easy on the man who had just beaten her for the last time, and decided to pour it on.
Frank shrieked like a little girl as his own little girl pumped hot, liquid muscles into a frenzy in her thick legs. His face again was crushed inwards, forced by hot, slick mountains of strength, and he could hear the very bones of his skull creak with the pressure. Involuntarily he began to pound his fists, as hard as he could, into Jess' thick leg biceps. It felt like he was punching rock, and had no effect on his daughter. Jessica squeezed hard, watching in pleasure and self lust as her tremendous quads rapdily expanded, ruippling with cords oand strips of hard musculature, and surrounded her father's head with crushing strength. Frank screamed from the protruison of teenaged girl-muscle, and Jessica smirked in staisfaction, running her pink laquered hands up and down the shifting plates of sheet metal that made up her blown-out, gigantic legs. With a squeak and one last, tremendous flex, Jessica pumped the maximum amount of size into her gigantic, bursting quads. Her ultra-bloated legs were sponges full of strength, pumping blood in the interstate highway of her disgusting, all-encompassing vascularity. Frank again screamed alarmingly loud, and felt and heard simultaneously the snapping of his jawbone, or perhaps dislocation. He shrieked for a few more seconds, until the combination of he pain and Jessi's constrictive, rumbling lava-hot quads knocked him out cold. Jess spread her behemoth legs and let her father's body drop to the floor, and lovingly stroked her pumping, vein-blasted thigh muscles.
Jessica almost came as she looked down the tremendous girth of her pumping, jumping quadriceps muscles to see her father, face up, bleeding from his mouth and nose, both eyes blackened and cheekbones bruised and deformed. She stretched her legs slightly, rubbing her crotch softly, excited by her newfound dominance, power, and giant musculature. She was so absorbed in her own body, rubbing her tiny hands up and down her thick, washboard abdominals, that she didn't hear the basement door creak open or the descent - the first noise loud enough to bring Jess out of her muscle admiration was a gasp of disbelief.
"Jessica?!!" Gail almost shrieked, mere feet away from young, muscular Nirvana - her eyes were huge as she surveyed her daughter's ripped, bulging physique. "I don't know what is going on here, young lady!" she began, bravely stepping in front of her musclebound daughter, "And what are you doing in my lingerie?!" she continued, and then she looked up and down, suddenly realizing, finally, with a hammer of shock the state of the young girl's hyper developed physique.
Jessica could feel her anger boiling inside her, feeding her already gigantic muscles into a frenzy. Her entire body was rigid, flexed to its fullest, and she dwarfed her mother who stood, now quivering, in front of her massive, sweat slicked body. She grabbed her mother by the back of the head with one extremely powerful arm, and rammed her mother's face into her muscle-bloated, teenaged chest. Gail gasped in surprise, her face coated with her daughter's rose-aromaed sweat, as Jessica rubber her nose in her faux breast cleavage, traversing a bumpy landscape of Jessica's pec insertions, a washboard of tiny fingers of meat. She tried to resist, snapping her head back and forth against Jessica's breastbone in vain.
Annoyed, her young daughter flexed her chest hard, pumping, surging, waves of blood, willing her pecs to become stony, hard, huge. Her powerful body instantly obeyed, her muscle tits swelling and trapping Gail's head in her swells of meaty cleavage, and Jessica began to laugh cruelly.
"What, Mother? Did I hear something there? You sound muffled, speak up!" Laughing, she circled her mother's lithe frame with her swollen arms and squeezed - as her father's manhood had been trapped in her vice, so now was Gail - her muffled scream of surprise and instantaneuos pain could be heard outside the confines of her unnatural muscle prison. Frank could hear her wails of pain, but could do nothing but watch in fear as their young daughter dismantled her own mother with only her tremendous, sweaty, obscenely overdeveloped body.
Jessica now brutally snapped her huge chest muscles, beating her mother's head with her swells of stone hard pecs, and Gail the whole time was crying and whimpering, tears flowing down her face, as her daughter's bloated musclebreasts swung in on her like right hooks from a pro boxer. Gail tried in vain to surprise Jessica, punched her twice in her meaty midsection and stopped immediately - it was futile, her tiny hands were merely bouncing off of the rigid, rippling swells of Jess' stomach.
Angry, Jessica grabbed her mother's head in between her small hands. She crushed inwards, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain from Gail.
"I could crush your stupid head, Mother," Jessica taunted, "Look at these arms, Gail," she continued, sneering, and Gail's wide eyes rolled to see Jessica's corded, thick, ready to burst arms. Her upper arms were balloons of ridiculous bulges of meat, and her forearms looked like ropes of sausage, the skin stretched tight to cover her rippling strength. Jessica pulled her head in with all of her strength, at the same time exhaling sharply and once again turning the drumhead of her midsection into a bricked wall of flexed, rock hard muscles.
Gail's face met the washboard ab wall with a sickening crunch. Her nose twisted, bone and cartilige tearing, as she was rammed into the warm marble of her daughter's veiny, thickly bubbled stomach. She began to groan, and her lip split in two, blood rushing out, as her lips met a bulge of abdominal muscle with a smack. She felt the vise grip that had been crushing her head loosen, and she dropped to the floor in shock. Jessica looked down at her amazing stomach in disdain, and wiped at the streak of blood that ran a river down its pebbled course with a dainty hand. Gail looked up through teary eyes to see her own daughter, massive and buxom, standing above her, larger than the biggest weightlifter in the world. Jessica raised her knee slightly, making her enormous calf ripple and swell, at the same time spreading her muscle wing lateralus muscles, thickening her like a puffing cobra, with largely the same effect.
Gail cringed as she heard what sounded like someone rubbing a balloon, and realized with fear and righteous disgust that it was her daughter's skin, stretched like a taut canvas, struggling to bear the expansion of her thick, gigantic girl muscles. She ran her open, fear filled eyes up her daughter's leg, past striated, veiny lumps of quad bulges, to her own black lace panties, tiny against the rumbling landscape of Jessica's thick, lumped stomach wall, to strangely perky, rigid, huge breasts, barely restrained by her own c-cup bra, to huge boulders of shoulder muslces leading to her daughter's thick, corded neck atop which was her miniscule, pertly smiling face.
"Look at my huge muscles, Mommy," she spoke solidly, wanting to see her mother cringe in fear of her amazing physique. "Now look over at Daddy - he can't even move to help you, cuz he knows his 'little girl' will beat his ass, Gail," she sneered the last part, flexing one arm hard, biceps exploding outwards grotesquely.
"There's noone here to protect you, Mommy, noone to save you from my strength and power," Jessica brought her other arm up, flexing the softball sized bicep into rigid, vascular hardness, her back expanding and chest puffing. She was gargantuan, disgustingly over-developed, her small chin resting on bulging, ridiculous upswells of pec muscle, her giant arms actually musclebound - Jessica couldn't move them any higher than even due to her massive delts and biceps, crowding each other with vicious mass. Gail began to cry and shudder uncontrollably, and Jessica smiled. Her mother cringed, shaking in front of her young daughetr's overwhelming strength and muscularity. The domination of her parents fed Jessica's power lust, leaving her panting, body exploding with thick muscles, and filled with power and feelings of utter dominance. With a lightning quick move, Jessica snatched her mother up over her head, holding her limp, shaking form above her superhero form.
Jessica began to stretch her, one hand on her neck and the other on her upper calf. Gail groaned as her upper back made first contact with her daughter's swollen, rigid traps. They felt like hot, wet stones as they pushed uncomfortably into her back muscles, or lack thereof. Jessica pulled down harder, and Gail gasped in pain. Jessica was now bouncing, calves ballooning, with each pull downwards she increased her strength, beginning to bend her mother in ways the human body was not supposed to go. In the process her upper body was becoming ultra ripped, especially her veiny back muscles. Gail began to scream softly and whine, writhing in pain, as Jessica racked her out atop huge mountains of strength, using more of her endless reserve of blasting, youthful strength with each painful pull.
Frank sat in the corner watching his wife get dismantled by their teenage muscle-freak of a daughter. He wanted to help Gail so badly, but the fear that wasn't instilled by his daughter's massive, unnaturally explosive musculature was already in him with each throb of pain from his genitals, broken cheekbones, and dislocated jaw. He watched as Jess emitted a loud groan of achievement, admiring her shining, sweat soaked, incerdibly swollen muslces as she performed one more back breaker on her own mother, who looked tiny even as she writhed in pain against the gargantuan backdrop of her daughter's bull-like upper body. This time Gail emitted a full scream of pain, and Frank could swear he heard bones crack awith Jess' last tremendous flex.
Frank twitched, jaw agape, as he saw his massive daughter shrug her mother off her shoulders like so much dead weight, flexing and rolling her shoulders, making her back swim with pumped tendons and muscles. Gail dropped to the floor, broken, unconscious. Jess turned and faced her father again, placed her tiny foot on her mothers' broken back, and performed a sickeningly inflating crab pose to Frank, himself broken and slumped in the corner.
His daughter was sweating rivers, her liquid perspiration slicking her throbbing, rumbling and jumping muscles like bottles of baby oil, all over her massively developed, trembling body. Her face was flushed, a terrible, knowing smile lighting up her young face as she looked down quickly at her mom, eyes open and forced to look on her bursting daughter, bloated, veiny, disgustingly gigantic. Gail's body was sidewinded akwardly, broken back twisted oddly on the concrete of the basement floor.
Jessica grunted, panting, really, as she expanded with all of her effort, her massive crab flex shooting muscle locking, grimace inducing pain across her molten-lava hot, swollen body. Frank began to moan, a low, degrading, and keening sound, as he watched his daughter's Olympian, nature-defying body expand to its absolute limit - every inch of Jessica's body was throbbing with crisscrossed, vein-webbed muscles. She was now loudly huffing with her effort, grunting, her beautiful young face contorting with extreme pain every few seconds. Like a slingshot snapping, Gail's bra snapped, exploding from Jessica's trembling, bloated, cubed chest, shooting across the room. Her tiny breasts, atop mountains of thick muscle, jiggled slightly and quickly like jello cups on springs. With a loud ripping sound, her panties begrudgingly acquiesced to the thick, musclebound glutes that had started this whole mess in the first place and fell in tatters two feet from Frank's face. Frank began to scream in fear and disbelief, his broken wife in front of him, as Jessica smiled down at him, completely naked and hugely, grotesquely muscled.
"Some things are going to change around here, Daddy...."
   
     
Chapter 5 - Bulging Becca Pt. 1
 
"Come on, do it," she practially begged in her high, sing-songy voice. "Go ahead, swing!"
Theo hefted the Lousiville Slugger in his hands cautiously, as if weighing it, and his decision, before the strike. He wrapped his hands firmly around the base, and swung the head of the heavy wooden bat over his shoulder, as if ready to knock a home run out of the park. His young girlfriend beamed at him, a big, beautiful white smile gracing her angelic face. Contrary to everything he had experienced with Becca in their nearly year long relationship, her delicate femininity stopped right there, at her diminutive chin. Hulking ominously below, thick and sickly inflated, was a body like none he had ever seen, not even in 'The Hulk' with all of the CGI that a special effects lab could muster could a teenaged girl possibly look this montstrously, hugely muscular, veiny, and ripped to shreds.
"You're sure, Becca?" he whispered, excited and simultaneously repulsed in a strange way he couldn't quite comprehend. His girlfriend's astounding physique was at the same time staggering, gag-inducing and inviting, different to the scope of being from another world yet provocative in a strange way that confused and simultaneously frustrated him.
Every inch of Becca's nubile, young body was exploding with intense, rippling, sickengingly swollen and flowing muscles, even evident to the eye by the bulges beneath the tiny bits of fabric that remained from the shards of what had been a one piece electric blue swimsuit. The suit had been ravaged by her phenomenal, instantaneous growth, the odd bulges and anti-feminine swells of her suddenly Amazonian body bursting and ripping the lycra fabric into only a bandeau-type top that strained to cover her hulking lumps of chest-meat and was torn down to a set of strings to contain her melon-sized, striated butt cheeks. He stared, noticing with shock that her ass, usually rounded, tight, and firm, had been transformed into squared, angular, thick mounds of meat that squirmed and solidified, shifting with ugly, feathered striations, with each sway of her tiny hips.
"Yes! Do it!" Becca exclaimed, much more excited than Theo. She put her hands behind her head, twining her tiny fingers in her short, layered brunette hair, grasping the ponytail she had put in before her gymnastics practice earlier, and exhaled audibly, her mouth forming a tiny circle as she blew every bit of breath out of herself. Her proudly standing breasts flattened out as she stretched backwards, reforming into c-cups of frightening, granite squared muscle as she curled in, concentrating as much as she could on her corrugated-steel stomach, willing her thick abdomen into formed granite.
Her midsection rumbled, swelling and bulging in mere seconds before Theo's immediately popped-open eyes, into a landscape of carved, bronzed marble. Her already cut, cubical abdominal muscles expanded by multiple inches and settled into a mountainous expanse of sickening, inch thick veins and bulges of bulbuous, thick muscle. Becca gasped a little at the sight of herself, astounded by the simple movement and the resultant explosion of meat-bubbles of protruding muscles on her once flat, completely femininely toned stomach.
"Oh my God, Theo!" she whispered, staring at her swollen, waffled abdominal column as she began to twist slightly. The teen's staggering abs obliged her whim, the cubes of muscle shifting against one another, veins swimming across her forcibly taut, shiny skin like tiny worms. Becca giggled nervously, admiring her super-heroish, bulging stomach with a bit of trepidation. Her astonishing midsection looked like nothing she had ever seen before on anyone, much less a teenaged gymnast.
He swung the bat, Becca's over-excited eyes following its arc on its' path to her bulging, waffle-cone ridged stomach. Her eyes grew wide in anticipation and a bit of fright as Theo swung the thick piece of lumber, hard - her hulking, unbelievably muscular body was blatant evidence of her newfound strength and outrageous development, but Becca had only been transformed into a teenaged muscle-queen a mere half hour ago. This would be the first real test of her blown-out, musclebound physique.
The edge of the slab of wood hit true, meeting thick, swollen girl-meat with a loud smack from the acceleration fed power of the swing itself, and bounced back harmlessly in subservience to Becca's abdominal wall of racked iron pool-balls. Becca barely felt the impact at all, just a quick brush of contact like someone had lightly patted her stomach. A wide smile lit her face as she thought deeper on her impenetrable, invulnerable pack of stomach muscles, of how strong she must be now, to take a fully swung bat in the stomach and not even really feel it due to her armor plating of thick, unyielding meat.
"Oohh.........HARDER," she started with a whisper that ended up in a throaty, husky, yet excitedly squeaky demand as one small hand explored the start of her amazing, popping abdominals, protruding with her persistent flexing under stretched skin like a shelf underneath the saran-wrap like, nearly see through fabric that remained to tie a cute, absurdly feminine bandeau-top plastered atop cubed, razor edged blocks of thick, hard, bulging muscle-meat.
Her head was tilted back sultrily, her dark-lashed eyes closed, pink lips pulled up in a lucious smile, as she ran her hand down stony cube upon quivering cube of her abdominal column. The arch of her back stretched the individual, lumpy masses out, but still in complete unflexion they rose, stretching bronzed, tight skin with no trace of fat, like cobblestones, the grooves in between her unnatural twelve pack stomach muscles still an inch thick and beginning to be coated with a vast, multiplying spiderwebbing of veins that rose in thicker cables from the tiny triangle of her make-shift panties, which just barely covered the visible lips of her womanhood, cowering underneath a strange, drumhead bulge of muscle right at the hem.
"I'm SO jacked! God, my stomach is so amazingly hard, SOLID...." the transformed teen exclaimed sexily with a wide smile on her young face. The feeling of being so muscular, invincible to the full swing of the bat, fulfilled her in ways she had never experienced. The feeling of hard, strong, explosive muscle against her palms was strange, new, powerul, and ultimately very erotic.
She looked up from her amazing musculature with glee to her boyfriend, which quickly turned to disappointment as Becca noticed his eyes were wide in shock and a look of disgust was now on his face, jaw agape. Becca noticed he was extremely pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and there were red blooms on his cheeks. "What's wrong, Theo?" Becca asked, the disappointment evident in her quavering voice.
Theo, wide eyed and mouth open, looked up and down at the muscular behemoth that just yesterday had been his lithe, gorgeous young gymnast girlfriend. He had delighted in her taut, tight and athletic body many a night over the last two years - they had never gone all the way, but hours of making out in their underwear had made him an expert on Becca's every supple inch, from her firm, toned legs to her flat stomach with the undeniably cute line of definition that ran right down the middle, intersecting her belly button, to her tight upper arms and built shoulders. He liked her built, somewhat stacked, even, but this.... this was too much for him.
What had been defined was now bigger, quirky, bulging, what had been taut was now concrete hard, swollen, and covered with veins. His athletic, five-foot tall hardbodied girlfriend had been transformed somehow into a monster, a muscle-freak, an abomination of nature.
"You're just.... just too big, Becca, I can't be seeing a sideshow freak - Everyone'll think I'm a closet fag, you know, ... making out and touching hard muscles like you've got now...." he could feel the words coming out of him, uncontrolled, like a stream of consciousness piece, and knew he could not stop it from happening, due to the shock of the whole weird situation.
"It would be like dry-humping a piece of beef jerky," he finished, laughing harshly with increasing nervousness as he, looking down to her, saw Becca's body begin to expand, her angrily clenched fists starting a muscular nuclear chain reaction up her bloated, swollen arms, her neck cording, her thick traps bulging ominously, dangerously.
His ill-conceived laugh cut off abruptly at the sight of his girlfriend's already beyond description muscles swelling, growing impossibly larger still as she tensed up. His jaw dropped for what must have been the hundredth time that night as he witnessed her vascularity go off like a bomb - those that had been visible had been engorged, bulging from her rock hard body in thicknesses of inches, and her entire skin became covered, crawling with new veins and arteries of varying sizes, pumping blood to and from her massive, skin straining physique.
"You FUCKER!" Becca spat, her eyes tearing up at his complete and utter rejection of her new body, her whole self a writhing ball of angry, lumpy, rigid muscles. Veins sprang out anew across her barrel neck and horrifyingly swollen, beef-injected chest with her abrupt exclamation. Theo took a quick step back in outright fear of his girlfriend's impossibly massive, muscle-bound physique and what it could obviously and easily do to him. In her sudden anger, Becca moved quickly to occupy the vacated space, sensing his fear as well as reading it outright on his face alongisde his also obvious disgust.
"You know I didn't ask for this," she burst out, fresh tears welling her in her eyes and falling slowly over the delicate curve of her prominent cheekbones. She ran a tiny hand, open-palmed, down the front of her bulging, armor plated stomach. "But this is the way I am now, and that's how you're going to treat me?" Becca sniffled slightly, and then realized that she had all the power in this situation due to her tremendous growth and newfound strength.
Becca wanted desperately to intimidate him, to make him feel small for his hurtful words that had caused her tears, so she flexed her huge biceps inches from his face. Her arm swelled surprisingly and alarmingly fast, ballooning to the size of a grapefruit instantly, hardening to steel. She smiled down now at the bulging ball of meat, her tears drying up as she began admiring its size, denisty, and the thick veins that ran along the rocky, striated edges of her boulder of bicep. Theo stared at his girlfriend's pumped up and bloated, shredded biceps, a look of disappointment on his face as she roughly took one of his hands in her now unbreakable, iron grip and placed it on top of the writhing, vascular swell of her prodigiously muscled arm.
"Feel that, Theo?" Becca cooed, the caught in the headlights, grimacing look of her newly ex-boyfriend turning her on even more, making her lust powerfully for more hugely bulging, freakish muscles with which to disgust and taunt him - how dare that little shit! She vowed to herself just at that moment as she continued to pump her meaty biceps, that they would continue to be boyfriend and girlfriend, whether he liked it or not, because now she was the one in control - her new, unabashedly and unnaturally muscular young body gave her a boost of confidence that bordered on madness - Becca felt invincible with her new, meat-bubbled, outrageous armor. She looked down and giggled at the sight of Theo's hand, looking very small atop the now honeydew-sized ball of muscle atop her hulking triceps horseshoes.
"I'm better than ever, you weak, selfish fuck," she cooed, whispering, knowing he had no choice but to listen until she saw fit. "I'm so pumped up and strong, filled to the brim with these amazing, huge muscles, no one can hurt me, ever, and especially not YOU." she finished with a gorgeously confident smile while at the same time making her biceps muscle twitch and swell and recede under Theo's hand, which he was desperately trying to remove from her impossible, blown-out arm to no avail as he gagged at his forced encounter with hot liquid female steel. With no effort at all Becca pumped the sickeningly hard ball of meat, making sure he felt her raw power and strength throughout her bodacious biceps.
"And these abs, they're even harder than my arms, Theo," she continued, a mad smile on her beautiful face. Becca wrenched his arm backwards awkwardly, causing Theo to whimper slightly, and placed it on the bulge of her unflexed abdominal wall, right below the swell of her pecs and the straining fabric covering them. "Think about it, my stomach is so strong it took your swing of a baseball bat, Theo! It's like STEEL!" she cooed and then flexed hard, her stomach metamorphosing into a mind-melting, inches thick six-pack. Becca giggled, thoroughly enjoying the simultaneous looks of digust and fear on Tom's face as she forced his shaking hand over each and every bulge of bubbling abdominal muscle, and over the smaller roadbumps of the veins that had sprung from her crotch and chest to snake over the bulging terrain of her mannishly built, thickly muscled midsection.
"Now, Theo, you're going to worship these big, bulging muscles of mine, and you're going to like it," Becca growled the end part dangerously, smirking upwards at her boyfriend as she was simultaneously moving his hand from stone abdominal swells to one bulbous, veiny muscle-tit, forcing him to feel the weight of the stacked, squared up pectoral muscles that were backing perky, small globes of breast inside the saran-wrap like fabric of her ragged top.
"You're going to feel every inch of these new, big breasts, and you're going to tell me how much you like them," Becca continued, rubbing his frozen, stiff hand around her bullet-shaped, aroused nipple. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly Theo felt his hand filled with hot, hard, naked female breast as Becca flexed involuntarily with a cute sigh, the resultant eruption of a single pectoral mass finally doing in the remainder of her blue leotard top with a violent surge of unyielding muscle against instantly disentregating fabric.
"Ooooohhhh......oops!" she said breathily, continuing to hold him against the bloated, newly over-grown pectoral muscle, coyishly covering her naked nipple with his resisting yet ultimately weak hand.
"Well, this won't do!" she whined in an excessively animated way, clearly enjoying her dominant control in the situation. "I'm naked way too early in this entire situation, Theo, and I don't think you've earned the right to see this body in its full glory yet," she continued, and brutally ripped his hand from her thick pec, wrenching his wrist painfully as he dropped to his knees on the ground in front of the teenaged amazon, relieved to be let loose by his musclebound, crazed girlfriend for the moment. He looked up fearfully, eyes tracing her impossibly mountainous calves and enormously thick, diamond-cut quads to her tiny makeshift panties, stretched oddly over the bottom-most bulges of her insane, vein splattered abdominals.
She turned from him, causing an eruption of swollen muscles in her thighs and hamstrings, opening up her dresser drawer, and began pulling out bikini tops, throwing three nonchalantly over her pumpkin-sized, twitching shoulder until she found the one she wanted.
"I just bought this at the end of the summer for next year, hoping I'd fill out a bit in the chest, isn't that just too funny?" Becca giggled, beaming, one thick, bulging arm covering her prodigious chest from his view as she dangled the tiny, brilliantly pink bikini top in front of him teasingly.
"But I don't think it'll fit right now," she laughed, looking downward to her canyon of meat cleavage pushed upwards ever so slightly by the swells of cords of forearm muscle cradling her massive mammaries from underneath. A flash of inspiration hit her as she looked down to Theo, who was cowering at her feet like a small disciplined child, trying not to look at her extreme physical development.
"Take off your shirt, Theo," she said sternly. Theo thought to protest, but knew it might mean disaster. Better to wait for an opportunity to escape while she was distracted, he thought, or to wait out until her parents finally arrived home and cry for help. Reluctantly, her grabbed the hem of the tight Abercrombie tshirt and peeled it off of his athletic yet thin thin body, holding it out to her with one hand, head dropped in shame at his complete and total lack of any sort of power here in his girlfriend's bedroom. He stared at the ground, humiliated, as Becca plucked the tshirt primly from his hand.
"And put this on," Becca continued, beginning to giggle hysterically, as she dropped the tiny bikini top into his hand.
"By the looks of your body, we could probably enter you in a bikini contest, couldn't we? Would you like that Theo? You've got all the right, hot, girlish, curves," she giggled, and pulled his shirt over her head, making sure to lift her ponytail free. Somehow she squoze her titanticly thick arms through the tight armholes, and pulled the shirt down over her angular, melon-sized breasts. The centered eagle on the shirt was disformed by the odd stretches and swells required to clothe her bursting, grotesquely built upper body.
What had fit well on Theo's slight frame was now painted on Becca's outrageously muscular physique, seams set to rupture with her slightest movement. The sleeves, stretched to the tearing point, barely covered the top half of the cap of her huge deltoids, the majority of the length of fabric bunched in around her bulky traps and bullish neck. The bottom hem of his straining shirt was cinched tight right underneath her massive cannons of pectoral muscle and breast, her drumhead tight, bubbling abdominal muscles on sickening open display under the shelf of barely-covered cubic girl-meat. Theo shuddered, topless, as Becca looked down to him, eyes glittering with the excitement of muscles and their resultant control and power.
"I said put it on, Theo," Becca said softly and dangerously, and Theo heard a slight tear from his overtaxed, straining tshirt with only her slight tightening of her chest and traps with annoyance.
"Please Becca, don't make me do this," he began, eyes still down on the floor with the pink bikini top held up in one limp hand, "please don - " his breath being abruptly cut off as he felt a vice grip close on his throat and lift him skywards.
"Okay, okay," he choked out in defeat, and Becca, with insane speed, dropped him to the ground again. Shuddering, head down to the ground again, Theo slipped his arms through the straps of the bikini top, clipping it fastened in the back with no small amount of difficulty. The deflated bikini cups lay flat against his rail-thin chest as she smiled her approval to his forced subservience.

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