Story Mesomorphs

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Hot Damn, Sunglasses.  You're one of my favorite writers here and to see you take a crack at this classic is awesome.  I tend to gloss over the weirdly inserted scientific sections, but the rest is great.

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Just saw that this thread was revived. A while ago I actually went through the original story it was adapted from, and did my own rewrite / adaptation, although I didn't quite finish or post it. I have parts 1-4 of my rewrite (I believe the original had 8 parts total), but I want to change the genders of the parents for both families because of some things that happen later on so it might take a little to post past part 1. Anyways, here's part 1, hope you enjoy!

Mesomorphs (DidYouLikeMySunglasses Rewrite) - Part 1

Scott had been running cross country and track since he was a kid. He was now 16 and on his high school's cross country and track teams. In track he did the mile run. He always liked the long distances. He wasn't very fast, but he had pretty good endurance. I guess you could call him a jock, although using that word: the word that calls up images of vibrant, muscular youths -- was a real stretch. He sure wasn't in the same league as the muscular football players who strutted around the school like they owned it. Scott was tall and skinny---a typical ectomorph: a naturally thin guy who just couldn't gain any weight. At 5' 10" tall, Scott weighed all of 120 pounds. He had almost no muscle on his body. Just skin and bones. But at least he could run. At everything else athletic, he was a total flop. Weak and uncoordinated. Yeah, real weak. He was a flop at football, a flop at basketball, a flop at sprinting, a flop at everything except long distance running. And even there he wasn't very good. It was a real stretch to call him a jock. As a distance runner, he never lifted weights. But last fall, after the cross country season was over, his track coach said all track athletes should work out with weights, at least a little bit. The distance runners could use light weights with lots of repetitions to keep their bodies toned up. Or if they wanted to, they could try heavier weights and see if they could add some muscle to their skinny bodies. Either way, he said the weights would help the athletes next spring for track. Scott decided he wanted to put on some muscle. He was tired of being skinny.

So Scott persuaded his dad to buy him some weightlifting equipment for Christmas and he set it up in his garage. It had a bench with a rack, a squat rack, a pulley machine for lat pulldowns and stuff, a couple barbells and dumbbells, and about 150 pounds of weights. Scott looked at all those plates and hoped to himself that someday he'd be able to lift all that iron.

Scott had a single dad. His mom and dad got divorced a year after his little sister Jane was born when Scott was three years old, and he never saw his mom anymore. His dad worked full time, so it was Scott's responsibility to take care of his little sister after school until his dad got home from work at dinnertime. Scott also made sure Jane did all her chores, like washing dishes, cleaning up her room and helping to clean the house on Saturdays.

Jane was three years younger than Scott. She was 13 years old and he'd always been kind of a fuck-up. Always getting into trouble. She was exactly the opposite of Scott, who is a very responsible kid and a great student in school. Jane never did her homework and barely got passed from grade to grade. Jane hated doing her chores, and more often than not Scott would have to force her to do them. Scott was way bigger and stronger than his little sister, so Jane had to obey him whether she liked it or not. Because of this, the two siblings got into lots of fights. Of course Scott always won. Jane did as little work around the house as possible. She preferred hanging out with her friends. Her best friend was this obnoxious kid named Beth, also 13 years old, who looked kind of like an overgrown Olsen twin. Beth had blue eyes and blond hair and her hair looked like it only got cut about once a year. Her hair always looked uncombed and wild.

Jane and Beth weren't into sports at all. They just liked to hang out and get into trouble. Several times Scott caught them smoking cigarettes when he came home from cross country practice. He'd punch the two kids in their arms as punishment and then tell Beth to get the fuck out of there. Then he'd make Jane go to her room until his dad got home. Beth would give him the finger and a lot of lip, but Scott was about five inches taller and a lot stronger than the little 7th grader so there was nothing the obnoxious little punk could do but obey and go home. Beth hated Scott for ordering her and Jane around all the time, but there was nothing she could do about it. Jane was about the same size as Beth, 5' 5" tall and about 100 pounds. She was used to taking orders from her big brother. She didn't like it, but she knew she didn't have a choice. So she just went to her room and slammed the door. Jane and Beth both looked like little street brats. While Scott had a skinny: you would almost say delicate - but somewhat in-shape body from his running, Jane and Beth's bodies were just normal for kids their age. Not skinny, not fat, just kind of normal. Although they had both gone through puberty about six months earlier, their bodies looked the same as when they were younger. They looked like girls. Obnoxious healthy girls. They never played any sports or did anything else very physical. They just liked to hang around, listen to rap music, and get into trouble. Scott felt good that he was able to help his dad keep those two wild kids under control. He was the man of the house.

After he got the weights set up, Scott took his measurements. He knew he was skinny and he wanted to see just how much his muscles would grow from using the weights. His coach had gotten him all pumped up with stories about other kids on the track team who had gained 30 pounds of muscle in three months and who had put four inches on their chest, two inches on their legs and over and inch on their arms in that period. Scott could hardly wait. He wrapped the measuring tape around his skinny arms. His biceps measured 10-1/2 inches. He hardly had any bicep at all. His chest measured 34 inches and his legs 16 inches. Real skinny. His waist measured 29 inches. He didn't have a six pack at all, even though he was skinny. His waist was only 5 inches smaller than his chest, and he didn't have any muscle tone there. His abs were covered by a layer of fat.

He tacked up a big chart that came with the weight set showing all the exercises he was supposed to do. Exercises for his chest, shoulders, back, arms, legs and waist, all nicely explained on the chart. The chart showed the beginners, intermediate and advanced routines. Scott was a beginner, so that's the routine he was going to follow. He was stoked. He could hardly wait to put on some muscle. He put up a mirror too. He wanted to see his muscles bulge as they grew. He flexed and saw his little ectomorph muscles flex in the mirror. Not much now, he thought, but they're gonna start growing.

He started his first workout. He had thought he was in pretty good shape but he wasn't very impressed with his poundages. He weaker than he thought he would be, him being a track athlete and all. But he felt confident he would improve. He could only bench 65 pounds, curl 35 pounds, and military press 50 pounds. He did three reps of lat pulldowns with 60 pounds. He could squat with 90 pounds, which made him feel good. At least his legs were pretty strong.

Jane and Beth came into the garage while he was working out. "You gonna turn into a muscleman?" asked Beth mockingly. She laughed, pulled back the sleeve on her oversized tee shirt, and flexed her little arm. There was absolutely no muscle there. Her skin was white and her arm was soft, with just a little bit of a bicep poking up. At least Scott had a little bit of tone in his muscles. Beth didn't have shit. Beth looked at her little arm and laughed. "I'm just as much as a muscleman as you are," she said, looking at the tiny bump of bicep that was barely noticeable in her arm. Scott wasn't going to take any shit from this little punk. "I'm working out for track, asshole," he said. "I'm a jock, which is more than I can say for you little punks. You little dweebs ain't shit. Now get the fuck outta here." He went up to the two obnoxious kids and grabbed them both by the shirt. He towered over the shorter girls and the skinny muscles in his shoulders and arms showed a little bit as he held their shirts. "I don't want to see you little dweebs in here any more. Just keep the fuck away from my weights. Got it?" He shook their bodies as hard as he could. Beth looked at him with her wild blue eyes, lifted up her right arm and gave him the finger right in front of his face. Beth could give the finger better than anyone Scott had ever seen. Something about the way she held her fingers and looked you in the eye. When Beth gave you the finger, you knew you have been given the finger real bad. "Fuck off!" the blond girl yelled. Scott spun her and Jane around and shoved them out of the garage. "Total asshole," he said as he looked at Beth walk away, joking with Jane. Beth turned around and gave Scott the finger again, this time with both hands. That kid was no good. No good at all.

After Scott finished his workout, he left the barbell on the bench, loaded to 65 pounds, his maximum bench. He was looking to improve on that weight two days later when he was scheduled to take his next workout.

Two days later, after he had finished his running after school, Scott returned to the garage for his second weights workout. He could tell someone had been playing around with the weights. Instead of the 65-pound barbell on the bench rack, there was a barbell that only weighed 40 pounds. All the other weights were different too. "Those little assholes have been playing with my weights," he said to himself. "I'm should smash their little asses. But who gives a fuck. Just as long as they don't bother me I guess don't care if they play around with the weights. Fuck, they're just kids. Look: they could only bench 40 pounds. They're little dweebs compared to me. And they'll probably get tired of it after a few days. I'll just ignore the little assholes."

So he started his second workout. To his disappointment, he wasn't any stronger than they were two days before. His maximum bench press was still 65 pounds. His maximum curl was still 35, his maximum military press was still 50 and his maximum squat was still 90. "Oh well," he thought to himself. "These things take time. I can't really expect to get any stronger in just two days." When he was almost done with his workout, Jane and Beth sauntered into the garage. "How's it goin', muscleman?" asked Beth mockingly. "You gettin' bigger and stronger?" Scott stared at the little blond snot. "None of your business," he said. Beth smiled. "Me and Jane are workin' out too. We decided we'd try out your weight set. We wanna be musclegirls too. We're doin' the same exercises you're doin'." She pointed at the chart on the wall. "Yeah, I figured out you little creeps were using my weights," said Scott. He knew there was really nothing he could do to stop them. He couldn't be there all the time to keep them away. He was fully expecting they'd get tired of the whole thing after a week or so. "Looks like you were benching 40 pounds. Wow, I am so impressed. I can bench 65. I'm way stronger than you little dweebs."

"Yeah, that was our max yesterday," said Jane. "We could do three reps with that. Hey, Beth, let's see if we got any stronger. Let's try some bench presses. Is that okay with you Scott? Can we just try a few benches?" Scott wasn't done with his workout yet, but his sister was so respectful in her request he couldn't say no. "Sure, go ahead," he said. He fully expected to see them do another three reps with the 40 pounds. After all, it had only been one day. Jane and Beth each did 15 quick reps with 30 pounds as a warm-up and then loaded the bar to 40 pounds. Jane went first. Beth stood behind her to spot. She lowered the bar and pressed it back up. "Feels lighter," she said. Then she lowered the bar and pressed it back up another seven times, with Beth giving her a light spot for the last rep. "God! Eight reps!" She yelled. "I'm a lot stronger than yesterday!" She gave Beth a high five. Scott couldn't believe what he had just seen. "Your turn, stud," Jane said to Beth. The blond girl got on the bench and placed her hands on the bar. She lowered the bar and pressed it back up. "Fucking feather!" she yelled. Then she pressed it up and down another nine times, pretty slowly for the last three reps but not even needing a spot for her tenth rep. She crashed the bar onto the rack and jumped up off the bench. "Wow!" she yelled. "I can't believe it. That thing felt so heavy yesterday and it felt so light today! Those weights really work!" She moved her arms back and forth, stretching her pec muscles. Scott thought he could almost see some muscle bulging under Beth's skin. Scott was stunned. "Lets add five more pounds," said Jane. The girls added a 2-1/2 plate to each side of the bar and Jane got on the bench. She lowered the bar to her chest and then pushed it up all the way. She did it! Then she lowered it again and pressed it up two more times with just a little help from Beth at the end of the last rep. "Fucking A," she yelled as she jumped off the bench. She was really happy. Then Beth got on the bench. She looked up at Scott with her sky blue eyes and stuck out her tongue. She was going to show off to the big teenager. She lowered the bar to her chest and pressed it up. Scott could definitely see some muscles bulging in her chest as she raised the bar. Then she did three more reps, needing a little spot from Jane for her fourth and final rep. She jumped off the bench. "Fuckin' strong!" She yelled. "Yesterday I could do three reps with 40. Today I can do four reps with 45. Those weights are great!" Jane and Beth gave each other high fives again. Beth pulled up the sleeve on her tee shirt and flexed her arm right in front of Scott's face. She and Scott both looked at the flexing bicep. It was still small, but is sure looked bigger than it was two days before. "Gettin' bigger. Gettin' stronger," said Beth, looking approvingly at her muscle. "Pretty soon I'm gonna be able to kick your ass, fuckhead, and I'm gonna have a real good time doin' it." Scott's face turned red with rage. "Yeah, right, you little dweeb. We'll see who does the ass kicking around here." At that, he spun the 13-year-old brat around and rammed his knee into the kid's little ass. Beth laughed as she walked over to Jane. "See ya later, bro, " said Jane. "We're gonna do our full workout tomorrow on your day off. I can hardly wait." Then the two 13-year-old girls strutted out of the garage, flexing their little muscles at each other. Scott just stood there in disbelief at what he had just seen.

What he had just seen was two mesomorphs. Two young mesomorphs on the day after their first workout with weights. Two young mesomorphs who had just discovered what they were. Unlike ectomorphs, whose bodies are naturally skinny and who have a very hard time putting on muscle, mesomorphs can put on muscle real easily. And unlike endomorphs, whose bodies are naturally big and fat and have a very hard time getting toned, mesomorphs don't put on fat. When they work out, they just put on muscle.

Here's what scientists say about mesomorphs:

Athletic Hard Body Rectangular Shaped Mature Muscle Mass Muscular Body Excellent Posture Gains Muscle Easily.

"The mesomorph has well-defined muscles and large bones. The torso tapers to a relatively harrow and low waist. The bones and muscles of the head are prominent. Features of the face are clearly defined, such as cheekbones and a square, heavy jaw. The face is long and broad, and is cubicle in shape. Arms and legs are developed and even the digits of the hand are muscled."

Here's what scientists say about ectomorphs:

Definitive "hard gainer" Delicate Built Body Flat chest Fragile Lean Lightly muscled Small shouldered Takes longer to gain muscle Thin.

"The extreme ectomorph physique is a fragile and delicate one. The bones are light, joints are small and muscles are slight. The limbs are relatively long in proportion and the shoulders droop. The ectomorph is a linear physique. Straight up and straight down, and may appear longer than he really is, due to the length of limbs coupled with lack of muscle mass developed on those limbs. The ectomorph is not naturally powerful and will have to work hard for every ounce of muscle and every bit of strength he can gain. The extreme ectomorph may have long fingers and toes. The neck is long, a pencil neck, you could say."

Most football players and most wrestlers are mesomorphs. The exceptions are the fat linemen and the fat heavyweight wrestlers, who are endomorphs. The mesomorphs are the real jocks. They're the muscular ones, the athletic ones, the ones who rule. Ectomorphs are the computer nerds, and yeah a few of them run long distance track. Most people are a combination of ectomorph, mesomorph and endomorph. Usually, one of the body types prevails, but it is not pure. There are very few pure ectomorphs, pure mesomorphs or pure endomorphs. But there are some. Beth was a pure mesomorph. She was destined to be totally strong and muscular. She had absolutely no skinny genes or fat genes in his body. Jane was a 90% mesomorph with about 10% of the ectomorph genes of her brother. She was also destined to be really strong and muscular, almost as big and strong as Beth. Her 90% mesomorphism meant she was going to be buffer and stronger than 99% of all other kids. Beth was going to be buffer and stronger than 99.9 % of all other kids. Beth was one in a million.

Scott was an 85% ectomorph with about 10% of mesomorph genes. So he had only about 10% of the mesomorph genes that Beth and Jane had. And he also had a little bit: about 5% -- of endomorph genes, which explained the layer of fat covering his abs. Both Beth and Jane were going to get a lot bigger, a lot more muscular and a lot stronger than Scott. It was in their genes.

A kid who has never had any exercise may not even know they're a mesomorph. That was the situation with Jane and Beth.. But when that kid starts lifting weights, they soon see their muscles getting bigger and stronger. And if they're a predominantly a mesomorph, with very little ectomorph or endomorph genes, those muscles are going to get real big and real strong. Scott, being an ectomorph, had no idea of what was going to happen to Jane and Beth. But he was about to find out. He had gotten the weights so he would become bigger and stronger. Now his little sister and her asshole friend Beth were using the weights too. He was about to experience the Law of Unintended Consequences.

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Mesomorphs (DidYouLikeMySunglasses Rewrite) - Part 2

Scott finished his workout, did some homework and got things ready for dinner. His dad got home and started cooking. Just then, Jane came into the kitchen and said "I'm real hungry tonight, Dad. Cook me some extra stuff." "Okay, daughter," he said. "I'm glad you're finally getting an appetite." Jane looked at her brother and smiled. Then she pulled up the sleeve on her tee shirt, curled her arm and flexed her bicep. A little bump appeared. "Me and Beth are workin' out with Scott's weights. He said it was okay with him. Since we've been workin' out we've both been getting hungrier. I don't know why, it just kinda happened." "Well that's nice, Jane," said her dad. "I hope you'll finally take after your brother and do something athletic. You've never had any interest in sports or anything, so now maybe those weights will help you a little." Jane straightened her arm and flexed her tricep. A couple of small bulges appeared under her skin. Scott stared at his little sister's arm. "Yeah, I hope so. Beth and me are already stronger than we were before. Beth's stronger than me. She's already getting muscles that are bigger than mine." Scott kind of gulped. The family sat down for dinner. Scott took his usual portions of food. He had never been a very big eater. His skinny body didn't need a lot of food. Jane looked at what Scott had taken and then loaded twice as much on her plate. This was three times more food than Jane usually ate. "You better eat all that or I'm gonna pound your ass for being wasteful," said Scott. He never thought his sister could eat that much. He thought Jane was just acting macho. But he was wrong. Jane gobbled up all the food on her plate before Scott could finish his own food. All of a sudden, Scott felt real strange. How could it be that this little kid was putting away all that food? There was one piece of chicken left. All of a sudden Scott wanted to eat it, even though he hadn't finished his own plate yet. He had this sudden desire for more food. He reached his fork over to stab the chicken, but before he hit it Jane jabbed her own fork into the white protein-rich meat. "You ain't even finshed yet, bro. I already finished. I get the chicken, don't I Dad?" Their dad looked at Jane's clean plate and Scott's plate still covered with food and said, "Yeah that's right, Scott. Jane already finished her firsts, so she gets the seconds. Gee, I never saw you two kids fighting over food before. I better buy more." Jane gobbled up the piece of chicken and said, "Yeah, dad. Buy more." Scott just kept eating the rest of his food. He couldn't believe how much his little sister had just eaten.

And at her house, Beth had just eaten more than Jane. Beth's parents couldn't believe the appetite their daughter now had. Her dad had to fry up some more hamburger meat. Beth had eaten her own portion plus half of her dad's portion. And she was still hungry. Her dad fried up another half pound of hamburger and Beth wolfed it all down. Her parents stared at their only child, who up until now had shown almost no interest in food. "I've been liftin' some weights over at Jane's house," she said. "It's made me real hungry all the time. And I've gotten stronger. I guess my body's turning all the food into muscle." She pulled off her tee shirt and flexed her arms and chest for her parents. "See," she said. "I got more muscle than I had before." Her dad looked proudly at his daughter, who was flexing as hard as she could. She did have some little bulges in her arms and chest, but he really couldn't tell if this was different or not. But if Beth thought she had more muscle than before that was great with him. He wanted his daughter to succeed at something. "I'll buy more meat from now on," her dad said. Beth's mom reached over and put her big hand around her daughter's upper arm. "Yeah, I can feel some muscle flexin' in there. I can feel some beef building up in those guns. Just keep puttin' on that muscle and you're gonna kick ass. I started putting on muscle when I was your age and then I started kickin' ass. Yeah, that was real fun. Puttin' on the muscle and kickin' guys' asses. It's a great feeling. A tremendous rush. Getting' big and strong. Kickin' the shit out of guys who give you lip. You're gonna have a blast." The mother flexed her own big gun, which had a blue tattoo, sort of like a chain, encircling her huge upper arm. When she flexed her bicep, the chain got a lot bigger as the big muscle stretched her skin. If the tattoo had been a real chain, that big muscle would have broken it in two. Beth's mother was a tough woman. Beth smiled at her mother. They obviously had a lot in common. "Fuckin' straight!" she yelled and gave her mom a high five.

Well, for the next week or so the siblings didn't see each other much. Jane and Beth worked out on the days Scott was resting. They rested the days Scott worked out. They were sharing the weights. With vastly different results.

Ten days after their first workout, when Scott came home from running he heard Jane and Beth working out in the garage. They were yelling at each other as they lifted the weights. "Push it up Beth. Fuck yeah Beth, you got it! Another two reps Beth. Yeah, girl, you're stronger than that fucking weight. Fuckin yeah! You got it! Fuck, look at your muscles Beth!" Scott went up to his room to study. He thought it was funny the way the two kids yelled at each other in the garage. "Fuckin' kids. Playin' around with the weights," he thought to himself. "Just yelling at each other like fuckin' street urchins. They don't know how to work out right. You gotta be quiet and concentrate to work out right." That night Jane ate a shitload of food again, more than twice as much meat as Scott ate. Scott's appetite hadn't grown much at all. He had never been a very big eater. Then Jane rolled up the sleeve on her tee shirt and flexed her bicep for Scott. Scott's eyes got wide as he looked at Jane's upper arm. Ten days ago there was no muscle there at all. Now there was definitely a bulge of bicep muscle. There were bulges of triceps muscles too. And her forearms now had muscles showing in them. "Your weights really work great," said Jane. "Beth and me have only been workin' out a little over a week and look at all the muscle I got already. Look how big it is. And you should see Beth's arms. She's got more muscle than me. But we're both putting on muscle like crazy and getting' a lot stronger. I bet you are too, right Scott? Those weights are great!" Scott kind of gulped. "Oh yeah," he said. "The weights are really working great. I'm getting stronger too." In fact, Scott had not gained any weight at all and he had not gotten any stronger either. He could do two more reps with 65 pounds on the bench press, but that was it. Same with all his other exercises. In most of them he couldn't even do more reps with the same weight. The weights weren't doing a thing to his body. He looked at his little sister's arm again and kind of gulped.

The next day was Scott's workout day. His first exercise was the bench press. He was going to do three sets today. He worked up to 65 pounds again and barely cranked out five reps. He hadn't gotten stronger at all. He took off his tee shirt and ran his hands over his pecs as he looked at himself in the mirror. He still looked the same as last week. Real skinny. And he sure couldn't feel any more muscle in his pecs. Still flat and skinny. Just then the door to the house opened and Jane and Beth walked into the garage. "How's it goin', fuckhead?" said Beth, her contempt for Scott now bursting out of his mouth. "You packin' on the muscle? Fuck, Jane and me sure are packing on the muscle. Check it out." At that, both she and Jane ripped off their tee shirts. Scott's mouth dropped open as he saw their upper bodies in their tight sports bras. They had muscles! Both of these 13 year old girls had muscles! Beth was clearly the bigger and more muscular of the two, but Jane was a close second. They had never really been fat, but their flesh had been soft and shapeless. Now that soft flesh was gone and muscle had popped out in its place. It was almost like the soft flab had melted away in the last ten days while the hard muscle was growing like crazy underneath. Then the muscle took over and the flab was gone. In less than two weeks, these girls had gone from 100 pounds of soft flesh to 108-110 pounds of solid muscle. Jane weighed 108 and Beth weighed 110. Jane had gained 8 pounds and Beth had gained 10 pounds. They had gained 8 to 10 pounds of bodyweight, but they had also lost all the flab. So their actual gain in muscle mass was more like 20 pounds. They had put 20 pounds of pure muscle on their young bodies in ten days. Two pounds of muscle per day. Like the true mesomorphs they were, their bodies responded instantly when they were challenged by the heavy iron. Their muscles grew bigger and stronger every day. Getting bigger and stronger so they could push or pull a heavier weight the next time they were challenged. Their appetites became voracious. They were eating three or four times as much meat as before they started lifting and all that protein was being turned into solid muscle by their young mesomorph bodies. Their muscles were genetically programmed to grow bigger and get stronger when they were challenged by resistance. The more resistance they faced, the bigger and stronger they got. So every workout, those muscles were bigger and stronger and Beth and Jane could lift bigger, heavier weights than before. Yeah, that's the way it is for mesomorphs. They're just genetically programmed to get big muscles and get real strong when they work out their bodies. It's easy for them. It seems totally normal. They work out and they get bigger and stronger. That's just the way life is for them. They don't realize how hard it is for the poor ectomorphs. They work out and nothing happens. Yeah, it's great being a mesomorph. And it's miserable being an ectomorph when two aggressive young mesomorphs are starting to grow big and strong right before your very eyes.

Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing. Just standing there relaxed, it was obvious the girls had put on a lot of muscle. Instead of bone on their shoulders, they now had caps of muscle that twitched and flexed as they moved their arms. Their arms had gotten a lot bigger and were now muscular. No soft flesh in those guns any more. Those guns were made of muscle. They were bigger than Scott's arms, way bigger, and they were now solid muscle. Scott could see both the biceps and the triceps bulging under their skin as the two girls casually moved their arms ever so slightly. Their forearms had gotten bigger too. Bigger and full of muscle. Their pecs were clearly visible through their sports bras, bulging out proudly. Their pecs were way bigger and more muscular than Scott's flat little pecs. They casually flexed their lats and slabs of muscle sprung out under their shoulders like wings. They already had "V" tapers from their shoulders and lats to their waists. "Fuck," thought Scott to himself. "Look at all that fucking muscle! Those little fuckers already have lats! I don't have any lats at all." Then there were the abs. They both had gotten abs! The layer of flab had been melted away from their stomachs and now the muscle underneath was rippling like corrugated steel. They both had six packs of muscle. A little over one fucking week of lifting weights and doing tons of sit -ups and leg lifts and those two fucking kids melted away their fat and got six packs. Scott looked down at his own waist. He had never had a six-pack. He always had a thin layer of fat covering his abs. Even with all his running, he never had gotten a six pack. And now these two fucking kids got six packs in a week. "Holy shit," Scott thought to himself.

Beth smiled confidently as she saw the impact her and Jane's bodies were having on Scott. Her face suddenly looked much more mature and beautiful to Scott. She had always been a good looking kid, but now her blue eyes, square jaw and wild blond hair looked absolutely stunning sitting on top of that muscular body. Jane's face looked mature and beautiful too. She had the same brown eyes and brown hair as Scott, but Scott could now see that her face was much more rugged and good looking than his own. Her jaw was strong and square. She looked tough and confident. Now she looked like a tough jock teen rather than a flabby girl. Wow, Scott thought to himself. These two kids have totally changed. "Yeah, check out our bodies, fuckhead," said Beth. "We're gettin' big and we're getting strong. Those weights are fantastic. We both got muscles real fast. We could see muscle growin' after our first workout. And we keep getting bigger and stronger. We love pumping that heavy iron!" Beth walked over to Scott and flexed her arm right in front of his face. A ball of muscle sprang up. A rock hard ball of mesomorph bicep muscle. "Two weeks ago, there weren't nothin' there," said the blond girl, looking at her flexing bicep. "Now I got muscle. Hard muscle. Feel it asshole." Scott reached over and wrapped his fingers around the bulging bicep. The muscle was bigger than Scott's bicep and it was rock hard. In ten days, Beth had built biceps that could flex into a ball of rock hard muscle. Scott squeezed his fingers into the muscular ball, but he couldn't make the slightest dent. "Yeah, real hard," said Beth in a confident, arrogant way.

"Now let's see yours. You've been working out as long as we have. Plus you're three years older than us. Flex that big bicep." Sheepishly Scott raised his arm and flexed his bicep. His muscle was smaller than Beth's bicep, and it didn't look anywhere near as hard. Beth reached up and squeezed. Unlike her own bicep, Scott's bicep was soft and spongy. She easily dug her fingers into the older boy's flesh. Scott could see the fibers of hard muscle bulging in the young girl's forearm as she squeezed. He couldn't believe how much muscle was there. And he couldn't believe how strong it was. He winced in pain as the 13-year-old mesomorph dug her newly strong fingers into his flesh. "Shit, your muscle's like fucking mush. A fucking little mound of mush. You're a total wuss. Jane and me got hard muscles and you got soft muscles. I can't believe your arm didn't get hard like our arms from lifting that iron. That iron makes muscles get real hard. Real hard and real strong. Right Jane?" Jane came over and flexed her own bicep in her brother's face. "Yeah, real hard and real strong," she said as her brother felt her bulging bicep. It was just as hard as Beth's. Jane looked Scott in the eye and smiled. She knew she had something her brother would never have. Muscles.

Beth looked over at the bench. "You been doin' benches, wussface? Shit, looks like you're still usin' the same 65 pounds you were usin' when you started. You ain't got no stronger at all. Fuck Jane, can you believe that? Your fucking wuss brother's been pumpin' iron for almost two weeks and he ain't no stronger that when he started. But we're sure stronger, ain't we Jane. We've been getting stronger every day. Our muscles have been getting bigger and stronger every fucking day. Whadda say, Jane? Let's do some benches and see how strong we are now." As Beth started walking over to the bench, Scott reached up and put his arm in front of her chest. "Hey, I'm workin' out today. You girls can work out tomorrow." Beth grabbed Scott's arm and squeezed.. Scott was really surprised at the strength of the young blond girl. "I said we wanted to do some benches, fuckhead. Get outta my way." Beth jerked Scott's arm around and pushed her body right through him, bumping the boy's chest with her muscle-capped shoulder.

"Let's start with 60 pounds. That'll be a good warmup." Scott's jaw dropped open. Sixty pounds for a warmup. Shit, last week they were benching 40 for their max.. Now they were warming up with 60? Beth and Jane took off five pounds from each side of the bar. "You go first, stud," said Beth to her friend. Jane got under the bar and easily pumped out 15 reps. As she lifted the weight up and down, Scott was amazed at how her muscles popped out of his chest, shoulders and arms. She really got a fantastic pump from those 15 reps. "Yeah, feels good," she said as she jumped up off the bench and moved her arms back and forth, flexing her blood-engorged pec muscles. Scott was dumbfounded at the strength of his little sister. He himself could barely do 10 reps with 60 pounds and his little sister was cranking them out like nothing. "Nice pump," said Beth. "My turn." Beth got under the bar and pumped out her 15 reps just as easily as Jane. Her muscles began to bulge after just a few reps and when she was done her pecs, delts and triceps were red with blood and bulging with pumped up muscle. "Feels good to get a pump," she said, flexing her triceps in front of Scott. "Do you get a good pump like this, fuckface?" Beth took Scott's hand and put in right on top of her right pec. Then she flexed the bulging muscle a couple of times. Scott couldn't believe how big and hard and hot the muscle was. "Uh, no, not as good as that," said Scott. In truth, he really didn't get much of a pump at all. Certainly nothing like Beth was showing off to him. "Yeah, I didn't think so," said Beth. "Jane and me always get a good pump when we work our muscles. Our muscles got pumped the first day we lifted. They were little muscles, but they got a pump. Now those muscles are a lot bigger and they really get huge when they get all pumped up. We can tell they're growing when they get all pumped like this. Time for the next set, Jane. Let's go with 75 pounds. That was our max three days ago. We could only do a couple of reps. We ought to be able to do ten reps now. I know we're a fucking lot stronger than three days ago."

Scott couldn't believe it. They were going to bench ten pounds more than his maximum weight on their second set. And Beth was sure they could do 10 reps. God they were cocky. Jane got under the bar and lowered it to her chest. Then she pushed it back up and it went up easily. Fuck, thought Scott. I can't even press that thing up at all and my little sister pressed it up like it was nothing. Jane pressed the 75-pound bar up and down seven more times. She started slowing down on the eighth rep. "You got it stud!" yelled Beth. "Push that motherfucker all the way up! You're stronger than that fucking piece of iron. Yeah! You did it! Now do two more." Jane smiled at her friend and lowered the bar to her chest. Then with a huge push she raised the bar about two thirds of the way before slowing down. Her bulging muscles were almost glowing as they strained against the heavy weight. Beth put her fingers under the bar and applied just a little bit of help. "You got it Jane. It's all you Jane. Push that fucker! Big chest Jane. I can see your pecs bulgin' and growin' Jane. Yeah, push. Push hard!" Jane's face was red and contorted from the strain. Her neck was bulging with muscle Scott never knew she had. Sweat started dripping down her sports bra as her red-hot pecs swelled and pushed. Her delts were bulging with striations of muscle. Her whole upper body was just buzzing with power. Finally she locked her arms and let out a huge breath. "Fantastic, stud. That was all you. You are fuckin' strong! Now do one more. It'll make you get stronger!" Jane grit her teeth and lowered the bar again. As she pushed the bar up off her chest, her pecs flexed with incredible striations of muscle. Those pecs weren't real big, but they were solid muscle. Solid, striated, rock hard muscle. And that muscle was pumped with blood. Blood that was surging through the fibers, making them bigger and stronger and giving them the energy to push against the heavy iron. Jane got the bar about half way up and then Beth stepped in with his spot. "Push it stud! Fuck, I'm lookin' at your pecs. They're fuckin' huge. The muscle's bulgin' like shit. That iron ain't nothin' to your big muscles. Push that motherfucker! Yeah, you got it. It's all you, stud." Slowly Jane pushed the heavy bar up. Her muscles were exhausted, but she forced them to do it, to lift harder than they had ever lifted before. Pain shot through her body, but Jane ignored it. She forced her muscles to work through the pain. She was stronger than the fucking pain. Beth gave her a little help with a spot and kept yelling encouragement as she slowly raised her arms. She looked up at Beth's excited face and then over at her brother's face, which had a look of total shock. With a sudden burst of energy she jammed the bar up and crashed it onto the rack. "Way to go," yelled Beth. "You're fuckin' strong as shit."

Jane jumped off the bench and bumped her chest up against Scott. Her skin was red from the incredible pump in her muscles. Sweat was pouring off her sports bra. She grabbed Scott's hand and rubbed it over her hot, sweaty, pumped pecs. Scott couldn't believe how pumped and hard the muscles were. His little sister's pecs were way more pumped and hard than his pecs ever were. And they felt bigger too. Jane looked down at her sweaty sports bra and flexed her pecs. "I'm fuckin' stronger than you are now. I got muscles and you don't. Get used to it bro." Scott gulped. Beth came over and flexed her own pecs in front of Scott. "Yeah, we're both stronger than you, fuckhead. We ain't takin' no shit from you anymore. From now on we're gonna be the ones givin' out the shit. And we're gonna be so fuckin' strong you won't be able to do a fuckin' thing about it. We already got muscles and you ain't got shit. You're just a fuckin' wimp." Scott looked at the muscular bodies of these two 13-year-old mesomorphs and gulped again.

Beth looked over to the bench. She was ready for her set. She was ready to challenge her muscles. "My turn. Let's see if I'm as strong as you, Jane." Beth got under the 75-pound bar and cranked out eight steady reps without needing a spot. She slowed down a bit for last rep and Jane gave her a gentle spot for reps nine and ten, all the while yelling encouragement to the blond musclegirl at same time. Scott now realized that all their yelling and screaming was far from goofing off. By yelling at each other, the girls were encouraging each other to push their muscles harder and harder, to force their young muscles to lift heavier and heavier weights and to pump up with muscle building blood. Scott watched Beth's muscles bulge and strain as they lifted the heavy weight. "Yeah, push it up stud. Push up that fuckin' bar with your big muscles. That bar ain't shit to your big muscles. Look at those muscles bulge! They're getting' huge!" Jane yelled at her friend as she watched her muscles explode in her body. Jane and Beth were just about equally matched in strength, but with Beth having a slight advantage. And as Scott watched Beth pump the bench presses, he thought Beth's muscles were somewhat bigger than Jane's. As the blond, blue-eyed kid pumped out the benches, hee pecs swelled up in her chest, engorged with muscle building blood. Her arms and shoulders got big too as they helped power the 75-pound bar up and down, pumping up with blood-filled muscle. When she was done, Beth jumped off the bench and hit a double biceps pose in the mirror. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong!" she yelled as she looked at her bulging muscles. Scott was standing right next to Beth and he looked like shit next to the 13 year old's radiant muscular body. Almost by impulse, Scott raised his own arms and hit a double biceps pose. His arms were almost flat, while Beth's arms were bulging with muscle. His shoulders were nothing but bone and skin. Beth's shoulders were already capped with striated muscle. His pecs were not even visible. Beth's pecs were bulging out from her sports bra with striated strands of muscle. He had absolutely no lats at all. Beth already had lats, wings of muscle that tapered down from her armpits. A few blond hairs were starting to grow in her armpits. Armpits that were already bigger than Scott's because of the bulging muscle of her delts, lats and pecs. Then Beth flexed her six pack. Her hard abs sprang to attention under her thin skin. Scott gasped as he saw how muscular Beth's waist was already. Scott didn't have any abs at all. His waist looked soft and flabby. Beth smiled as she compared her body with Scott's. Her sky blue eyes, blond hair and drop-dead gorgeous face, coupled with her new muscular body, made her look like a young girl version of one of the superstud hunks on "Average Joe", the guys who just took over, leaving the "Average Joes" in the dust. The guys who were on a higher level than the Average Joes. The guys who ruled. The guys who got the girl, every time. Scott looked very much like an Average Joe. The kind of wuss the superstud hunks ground into the dirt. Scott looked like a total loser compared to Beth. "You ain't shit compared to me," yelled Beth. "I'm a fuckin' total stud compared to you! I'm a fuckin' total stud compared to anybody!" God the kid was arrogant. But she was right. Mesomorphs rule.

Jane grabbed Beth's arm and spun her around. "OK, stud. Enough showing off. We got more work to do. Let's go up to 85 pounds. I bet we'll be able to get a couple of reps. Look at your fuckin' pecs. They're growin' like crazy. So are mine." Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing. These two girls were going to bench with 85 pounds, more than double what they could do just ten days before. And 20 pounds more than Scott could do. Fuckin' A, he thought to himself. These two kids are beyond belief. Scott couldn't believe what was happening to the bodies of these two 13 year olds, but he was going to be on the receiving end of it real soon.

The girls loaded another five pounds onto each end of the bar and Jane got on the bench. She lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to her chest. Then she pushed. The fibers of her pecs exploded under her sports bra. Her delts exploded too, as they helped her pecs push up the heavy weight. Slowly the bar started rising up. Jane grunted, as her brand new muscles strained against the bar. Beth yelled at her. "You got it Jane. It's all you Jane. Push it up stud." Finally she got the bar all the way up to the top and locked her elbows. "One more," she grunted. "I'm gonna make these fuckers really grow!" Scott couldn't believe his little sister was going to try to do another rep. Jane took a deep breath and lowered the bar. Then she pushed it up with a loud grunt. The muscles in her chest, shoulders and arms were bulging incredibly as they powered up the heavy bar. Her skin was red, flushed with blood as it surged through the pumped muscles. Sweat covered her body. Her neck was bulging. Every muscle in her body was flexing as she pushed up the heavy bar. She got about half way up on her own power and then started slowing down. Beth put her fingers under the bar and gently helped, all the while yelling at her friend. "You got it Jane. Big chest Jane. I can see your chest getting' real big Jane. Push harder. Yeah, it's all you Jane. That bar ain't shit to your muscles. Yeah, you got it!" Jane forced the bar all the way up and crashed it onto the rack. "Fuck yeah!" she yelled as she jumped up off the bench. She bumped her chest up against Scott's chest, pushing her older brother back. Scott could feel the hot, totally pumped muscles bulging under her sweaty sports bra. Then Jane ran her hands over her pecs, feeling the sensation of the pumped muscles bulging with rock hard mass. It felt real good. She had never had muscles before. Last week she was a skinny girl. Now being able to feel her own muscles bulging like this was a fantastic feeling. "Fuck those weights are great!" she said. "My muscles are really growin' fast. They feel so big and hard. And they've gotten so fuckin' strong! I'm already benchin' 85 pounds and ten days ago I could only do 40. I'm already fuckin' more than twice as strong! Jesus it feels good to be buildin' so much muscle and gettin' so fuckin' strong." Scott just gulped as he looked at his little sister's new muscles.

Beth punched Jane on the shoulder. "You're not the only one buildin' big fuckin' muscles and getting' fuckin' strong as shit. My turn on the bench." She got down under the bar. She lowered the bar to her chest and then pushed it up slowly and steadily. Her muscles just exploded as they pushed. She got to the top and looked at Scott. "Piece of cake," she said arrogantly as Scott looked with amazement at her bulging muscles. Then she lowered the bar and gritted her teeth. She pushed it back up and almost made it to the top without any help. Jane kept yelling at her, telling her how strong she was, how big her muscles looked, how much bigger they were going to get. When she slowed down about three quarters of the way up, Jane gave her a little spot and she locked her arms. "One more rep!" she yelled. "I'm gonna get huge!" She lowered the bar and started pressing it back up. Her skin was beet red and all her muscles were incredibly pumped. Scott could see the individual fibers of muscle in her pecs, delts and triceps as they flexed with enormous strain to power up the 85-pound bar. Sweat was dripping off her body. Her beautiful face was contorted and her neck was bulging. Beth was putting everything she had into this rep. She got a little more than half way up and started slowing down. Jane put her fingers under the bar, but she didn't apply any force. "Push it up, stud. You got it!" Beth's muscles flexed even harder, if that was possible, and the bar went up a few more inches. Her pecs ballooned up under her sports bra, bulging with incredible shredded density. "Yeah, look at those fuckin' muscles. They are so fuckin' big and strong! Keep pushin' that fuckin bar. That fuckin' bar ain't nothin' to your big muscles Beth!" Beth kept pushing, but after another inch, her muscles were totally exhausted. She had worked her muscles beyond their limit and they were totally pumped and bulging. They would definitely be getting a lot bigger. The bar stopped going up and finally Jane applied a little force to help her mesomorph friend with the last few inches. Beth locked her arms and crashed the bar onto the rack. "Fuckin' strong!" she yelled as she jumped off the bench. She went over and bumped her chest against Scott's. "Fuckin' bigger and stronger than you already! Look at all that fuckin' muscle! Feel it! It's hard as a fuckin' rock!" Scott put his hands on Beth's pecs and his jaw just about dropped open. The muscle was hot and bulging and he could feel the individual fibers flexing under the blond girl's sports bra. He couldn't believe how big and hard Beth's pecs were compared to his own. He couldn't believe how strong he was already. And the kid was only 13! "Yeah, your muscles have gotten pretty big," said Scott in a total understatement. "Fuckin' right they're big! And they're gonna get a lot bigger! Liftin' these weights every day, Jane and me are gonna get fuckin' huge. These weights are great. They make our muscles get real big and real strong."

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Mesomorphs (DidYouLikeMySunglasses Rewrite) - Part 3

Beth walked over to Jane and the two musclegirls gave each other high fives. "You ready for our next exercise, stud?" she said. Jane nodded her head. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you bro. Beth and me are gonna start on the Intermediate Workout Program today." She pointed to the intermediate program on the chart. "We figured we're way too good for the Beginner Program, so we're gonna go right to the Intermediate Program. That means we're gonna be workin' out every day. Today is chest and shoulders. Tomorrow is back and arms. Friday is legs. And of course we'll do abs every day. So we got lots more sets to do for our chests and shoulders and abs today. Gotta train these muscles real hard." Jane hit a most muscular pose and looked down at her flexing pecs. They were bulging and super pumped. Scott looked at his sister and frowned. "Hey, wait a minute," he said. "This is my workout day. I just let you do some benches to see how you've doing. This isn't your workout day. It's mine. I gotta finish my workout now. You guys get to work out every other day just like me. You guys have to work out tomorrow on your regular day. These are my weights and you gotta play by my rules. So get the fuck out of here."

Scott was really mad that these two kids wanted to work out on his workout day. He walked up to Beth and grabbed her by the upper arm. He was shocked to feel how thick and hard Beth's arm muscles were. He tried to spin the younger girl around, but when he pulled, Beth stood firm. Then Beth slowly curled up her arm, flexing her arm as she curled. Scott got a shiver up his spine as he felt those muscles flex. Both the bicep and tricep muscles were big and hard as the kid's arm curled upward. And as she curled her arm up, Beth's bicep formed a hard ball of muscle. A harder muscle than Scott had ever felt in his life. A bolt of electricity went up and down Scott's spine. He had never felt anything like this before in his life. Then in a flash Beth spun around, made a fist, pulled her arm back and smashed her fist real hard into Scott's gut. The power of the kid's punch was enormous. All the strength of Beth's pumped and bulging newly developed pec, delt and tricep muscles was lasered into her fist and that fist buried itself into Scott's abdomen. Scott had never been hit that hard in his life. Before Scott could even react, Beth pummeled him with lefts and rights to the chest and gut, every blow as hard as the first one. Scott tried to fight back, but his weak little punches bounced harmlessly off Beth's hard pecs and abs. Beth didn't even try to jump out of the way, although she easily could have. She just kept up the relentless attack, blow after blow after blow. Even though Scott was five inches taller and outweighed her by 10 pounds, Beth was much stronger and faster than the older boy. At 5'5" and 110 pounds of solid muscle, she was far more muscular than Scott at 5'10" and 120 pounds. In less than two weeks, her mesomorph body had put on muscle so fast that Scott's skinny ectomorph body was now no match for her young, totally buff muscular body. She looked radiant. Her blond hair flew around as she jumped and punched at will. Her pumped muscles flexed and bulged as they powered her hard fists into her helpless prey. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and it literally glowed as she used her new muscles with devastating authority. She was strong and she was dominant. Her drop-dead gorgeous face and blue eyes still looked beautiful as the muscular body below pummeled the older boy. And her own buff 13-year-old body was impervious to Scott's feeble punches. Her muscles were hard, like iron. The few punches Scott managed to land just bounced off of those steel hard muscles. It was like she was Superman punching a rag doll. She loved her new muscles. She loved punching Scott's helpless body, landing blow after blow at will. She felt like such a stud. Fuck, she was a stud. Finally, she grabbed Scott's shoulder and spun him around to face Jane.

"Beat him up Jane. Beat up your fucking brother. Show him who's the boss around here from now on. It's easy. He's just a little pussy." Jane looked up into her brother's eyes and smiled. Scott reacted with a look of total fear. He had already been totally thrashed by Beth. Now his own little sister, another muscular mesomorph, was getting ready to beat him up too. Jane made a fist, pulled back her arm and just held it there. The muscles in her shoulder, upper arm and forearm were pumped and bulging. Scott started trembling. He was frozen in fear. He never dreamed he'd be so afraid of his little sister. In a period of ten days, his little sister had changed from an ordinary girl into a muscular kid who was stronger than he was. Jane's brown eyes sparkled with intensity. The muscles in her jaw flexed and her whole face looked like the face of a young warrior. A good-looking, strong young amazon warrior. She looked eager and determined, like she could hardly wait to try out her new muscles in a fight with her older brother.

SMASH! Jane's fist came smashing into Scott's chest, knocking him backwards. The punch really hurt. He and Jane had traded punches many times in the past, and Jane had never ever hit him as hard as that. That punch was at least twice as hard as he had ever felt from his little sister. Jane had gotten twice as strong in the last week, and now she was punching twice as hard. Harder than Scott could punch. Much harder. "Hit him harder!" yelled Beth. "Beat the shit out of the pussy motherfucker!" Jane pulled back her other arm and smashed her fist into Scott's gut. Scott tried feebly to fight back, but he was weak and tired and his sister was strong, pumped and energized. His weak little punches, the ones that actually hit Jane's body, felt like feathers to Jane. Jane's punches felt like piledrivers to Scott. Jane felt a surge of testosterone and adrenaline blasting through her body as she beat up her older brother with ease. She felt so strong, so dominant, so cocky. She loved the feeling of being the kid in control. Of being the kid who was the strong kid. Of being the kid who had the muscles. Of being the kid who could beat up the kids who didn't have any muscles. Like her older brother. She smashed her fists harder and harder into her brother's pathetic body. "Yeah, fuck him up real good!" yelled Beth. "You got muscles and he ain't got shit. Show the big wimp who's the boss. Beat the shit out of him." Jane was getting totally excited. Her eyes got a wild look as she saw and felt how dominant she was. She was overloaded with testosterone and adrenaline. She felt like a total stud. Scott started staggering. He was so bruised and battered he could hardly stand up. "Punch him out!" yelled Beth. "Hit the fuckin' loser in the face." Jane pulled back her right arm and smashed her fist into Scott's face. Scott felt a flash of pain in his face and keeled over onto the floor. He wasn't knocked out, but he was totally thrashed. His body and now his face had been totally bruised and battered by these two aggressive 13-year-old mesomorphs. He looked up at the two muscular girls in utter awe. He couldn't believe what they had done to him--- what they could do to him. The two dominant 13 year olds stood over their prey and gave each other high fives. Their muscular bodies were dripping with sweat and their pumped muscles were bulging under their thin skin. They really did look like victorious young amazon warriors.

"Okay, let him up, Jane. We gotta finish our workout." Jane grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him back up to standing. Beth kept talking. "We gotta do incline dumbbell presses, pullovers and flyes to finish our chest workout. Then we gotta do military presses, dumbbell presses, side laterals and front laterals for our shoulder workout. Four sets of each exercise. We're gonna blast our chests and shoulders. When we're done these muscles are gonna be so totally pumped it'll be unreal. I love it when our muscles got so fucking pumped. They get fucking huge." She raised her arm and ran her hand over her flexing delt muscle. She could hardly wait to feel that muscle pump and bulge as it lifted the heavy weights.
Then Beth's eye was caught by a big glass of white liquid sitting on a shelf in the garage. "Hey, what's that?" she said, pointing to the glass. "It's my protein shake," said Scott. "I bought some protein powder and I mixed up the shake." Beth walked over to the glass and picked it up. "Protein shake, huh," she said, eyeing the glass. "Protein builds big muscles. My muscles need a lot of protein, they're growin' so fast." Then she gulped down the whole shake in about five gulps. "Feels good to feed these muscles," she said when she finished. "Hey, that was mine!" yelled Scott. "Whaddya gonna do about it, wimp?" said Beth as she made a fist and held it in front of Scott's chest. Scott looked at Beth's rippling arm and shoulder muscles and then up at her sky blue eyes, eyes that were as brutal and confident as they were beautiful. He gulped. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. "Protein's for kids who are building muscles. Jane and me are building muscles. You ain't building shit. You're just a wuss. Now take this glass and make another shake for Jane." Beth shoved the glass in Scott's face. Scott hesitated. "Take it, asshole. Take it or I'll pound your fucking wimp ass with all the shit-kicking muscle I've been building with your weights." Slowly, Scott took the glass, turned around and headed for the kitchen. His life had been changed forever that afternoon. When he returned with Jane's shake, the two muscle kids were doing sets of incline dumbbell presses using dumbbells that were far heavier than Scott could even think of using. Scott watched the two kids work out for a few more minutes. He couldn't believe how big their muscles got as they pumped the heavy weights. He marveled the intensity at which they trained, how they did each exercise to complete exhaustion. It seemed like their bodies were just made for working out and getting big and muscular. Like they were just born to get big and strong. Then he headed up to his room. He didn't feel like finishing his own workout. And besides, the two mesomorphs were using the weights. His weights.

Scott was lying on his bed as the door opened and Jane walked in after finishing her brutal chest, shoulders and abs workout. The two siblings shared a bedroom, with their beds on each side of the room. There was an imaginary boundary line down the middle of the room. Scott's side was very neat and orderly. Jane's side was a complete mess, with clothes tossed around everywhere. Every week on Saturday Scott made Jane clean up her side of the room, just like he made her do her share of chores around the house. The two siblings had always shared the chores around the house, helping out their father who worked very hard to put food in their mouths. But Jane hated doing her chores. Scott had to make her do them.

Jane walked into the room and Scott's mouth dropped open. The younger girl had a bottle of water in her hand and she was chugging it down. She was wearing only her workout shorts and sports bra. Scott couldn't believe how buff and pumped her muscles were. Her whole body was covered with sweat. Beads of sweat were dripping from her face, chest and abs. Her torso and her arms were bulging with muscle and her skin was red from all the blood pumping through her veins. Her delts stuck out on her shoulders like pieces of striated clay slapped onto his broadening shoulder bones. Her abs looked like they had been cut by a knife, a veritable washboard of muscle pulsating under her thin skin. She had just finished three sets of 50 sit-ups and three sets of 50 knee raises hanging from the bar, so those abs were totally shredded. Her shoulders, chest and arms were incredibly pumped from the brutal 32 sets of heavy lifting she had done for her chest and shoulders, 16 sets for her chest and 16 sets for her shoulders. Her muscular young body looked absolutely radiant. Her skin was a reddish brown. Red from all the blood pumping through her muscles and brown from the tan she had. Jane tanned real easily and she kept some of her tan even in winter. She finished drinking the water and threw the empty bottle at her brother. Then she turned around and looked at her body in the mirror. "God those weights are great," she said. "Look at how big my muscles are getting. Look at how pumped they are. Look at my shoulders. Look at how much muscle I got on my shoulders already." She lifted her arms up and down, checking out the striated mounds of muscle flexing on her shoulders at her will. Scott was speechless. He just looked up in awe at his little sister's body. "Beth and me can press 70 pounds overhead now. Fuck, we could only press 35 pounds last week. We've doubled our strength. Our muscles are getting real big and real strong real fast." Scott gulped. He could still only press 50 pounds. His 13-year-old sister's shoulders were way stronger than his. He looked at all that muscle flexing and bulging. In a week, Jane's shoulders had gotten much stronger than his own shoulders. Jane had slapped a thick slab of muscle on her shoulders. In the same week, he hadn't put on any muscle at all. Scott's face began to blush he watched his little sister flex her new muscles, muscles that had virtually popped out overnight.

Jane came over and stood next to Scott's bed. Scott could smell the smell of fresh sweat evaporating from his little sister's hot body. That sweat smelled good to Scott. The smell of the sweat of a young jock who had just worked out her muscles to total exhaustion. Scott's face started to blush even more when he smelled the smell of that fresh, hot sweat. "Feel my abs, bro. Feel how hard they are." Scott reached up and ran his fingers over the hot, sweaty skin that covered Jane's washboard of muscle like cellophane. He rubbed his fingers up and down the slippery skin, feeling the bricks of muscle underneath. He pushed the paper-thin skin over the muscle, feeling the deep crevices between the rock hard bricks. He couldn't believe how hard the muscle was and how thin the skin was. "Pretty hard, huh," said Jane confidently. "Two weeks ago I could only do 25 sit-ups total. Now I can do 50 for sets. Fuck, I could do hundreds of the fuckers if I wanted. My abs have really toughened up and gotten hard. Stand up, bro. Lemme feel your abs."

Scott got off of his bed and stood up across from his sister. He looked away slightly to hide his blushing face. Although he was five inches taller and 12 pounds heavier, he looked absolutely pathetic next to his little sister's solid, muscular body. He tried to flex his abs. He looked down and could easily see that he didn't have any abs at all. Just a layer of fat skin covering a soft gut. Jane reached over and ran her fingers up and down. "Shit, you don't got no abs at all. You've been running all your fucking life and working out as long as I have and you don't got no fucking abs at all. I wanna feel your other muscles." Jane ran her fingers up Scott's torso and felt his flat little pecs, his non- existent lats and his bony little delts. "Geez, you don't got any muscle on your chest or shoulders either. You ain't been puttin' on any muscle at all." She ran her hands down to Scott's skinny little arms and squeezed. Scott tried to flex his arms, but he didn't have any real muscle there. "Shit your arms are still fucking skinny as fucking sticks. And they're soft too." Jane looked down at her own muscular torso. Then she ran her hands over her own pecs, delts, lats and arms and flexed them several times just so see and feel how much bigger and harder they were than her older brother's pitiful excuse for muscles. Then she flexed her right arm and moved her left hand over the hard muscle bulging in her biceps and triceps. She was obviously pleased at what she felt. "Flex your arm," she ordered. Scott raised his right arm and flexed as hard as he could. Jane felt and squeezed her brother's little bump of a bicep and then she felt and squeezed her own ball of rock-hard muscle. "Shit, my arm is way bigger and way harder than yours. Fuck, all my muscles are way bigger and way harder than yours."

Jane looked at her own body and then at Scott's body. "Fuck, I'm building muscle so fast and you ain't doin' shit. Our bodies are just so fucking different. Every time I hit the weights I get an incredible pump and I feel like a fuckin' superman. I know I'll be able heavier weights than I could lift the day before. And I know I'm gonna get bigger and stronger the next day. I know my muscles are gonna be bigger and I'm gonna be stronger. God what a great feeling. Putting on muscle so fast I can almost see it growing. And look at you bro. You're fuckin' pathetic. You're still skinny as shit. You ain't got no muscle in your whole fuckin' body. You're just a fuckin' wuss. You're liftin' the same puny weights as when you started. You don't get a pump. You don't get any stronger. You don't put on any muscle at all. Your pathetic body just don't do shit. Fuck, my muscles are growin' like crazy and your muscles aren't growin' at all! Fuck, how cool is that?"

She grabbed Scott's hand and put it on her pec. Then she flexed the muscle and watched the eyes of her brother get wide as he felt the pumped muscle bulge at the girl's command. "Yeah, you don't work your fuckin' muscles so fuckin' hard that they hurt, the way Beth and me do. Your muscles aren't as tough as ours. Your body doesn't sweat the way we do. We work out so hard and get so hot and sweaty the sweat just drips off our skin. Feel the fuckin' sweat on my body. Feel how hard and pumped my muscles are. I worked out so hard my muscles are still pumped as shit and I'm still hot and sweaty. Feel it bro. Feel my hot sweat." Scott ran his hand across Jane's sweaty body, feeling the heat and the sweat and the hard muscle underneath. Then he licked the sweat from his hand and tasted the salty liquid. "Yeah, I bet that tastes good don't it bro. The sweat of your buff and built little sister. I bet that tastes real good. The sweat of a real jock. The sweat of a muscle jock who can kick your little wuss ass any time she wants. Yeah, my sweat smells real good too. When I'm doin' those military presses and pressin' up that heavy barbell, I can smell the sweat comin' from my pits. Yeah, the smell gets real strong when Beth and me crank out set after set, pushing the muscles in our shoulders through the pain barrier. Yeah, my muscles get so hot and pumped the sweat just pours out. My pits get so wet and smelly. Here. Smell what a real musclegirl's pits smell like after a brutal chest and shoulder workout." Jane grabbed Scott by the hair and rammed his face into her sweaty armpit. Her armpit had just starting growing some hair a few months earlier, and Scott could feel a few strands of that pubescent hair on his nose as Jane jammed his face into the sweaty pit of muscle. He breathed in the strong, pungent odor of his little sister's pit. Jane was sure right that the smell was real strong. Real strong just like her muscles. The sweat of a muscular young mesomorph, a kid who had the genetics to work out incredibly hard with heavy weights and build bigger and bigger muscles. Scott had never made sweat that smelled like that, even after running 10 miles. He breathed in that strong smelling sweat and ran his hand over Jane's lats and delts. His face started to blush. God how strong and powerful those muscles felt. How strong and powerful that sweat smelled. "Yeah, my sweat smells good, don't it bro? You like smelling my sweat. You like feeling my muscles, feeling how big and hard they are, don't you bro. Yeah, I can tell." Jane pulled Scott's head out of her armpit and looked at his flush face. "You've got a crush, don't you bro. You got a crush for my body. Ha ha ha ha. Big brother's got a crush for little sister's body. He likes his little sis's big hard muscles. Fuck, I love it. My big bro's into my muscles!" Jane started flexing her muscles right up close to Scott, all the while squeezing the older boy's closer to her. Scott just stood there frozen. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Jane looked into his brother's eyes as she flexed. In return she saw a look of total awe. She smiled. She knew her older brother was totally overcome by her body. The dweeb's flush face said it all. She wrapped hrt free arm around Scott's chest and rubbed her hot, sweaty pecs into her brother's flat little chest. "Yeah, feel my hot muscles, bro. Feel how big and strong they are. You ain't shit compared to me." Scott's face blushed with excitement. He rubbed his hands all over Jane's muscular body, feeling her muscle- capped shoulders, her flaring lats, her rippling arms, and her rock-hard lower back. Jane groaned as she drove her bulging pecs into her brother's little chest. After a minute or so of this display of total muscle domination, she let go of Scott and turned back to the mirror. She smiled as she flexed her new muscles, muscles that didn't exist two weeks ago. She herself couldn't believe what had been happening to her body. She watched her hard muscles flex and bulge in the mirror at her command. Hormones were raging through her adolescent body, a young teenage body that was now going through puberty to the extreme, with extreme amounts of testosterone surging through her veins building extreme amounts of muscle as she lifted the heavy weights. Her mesomorph body was responding like crazy to the challenge of the heavy weights. Her superior genes were ordering her muscles to grow bigger and stronger every day so they could push and pull ever heavier and heavier weights. A barbell that felt heavy today would feel light tomorrow, because the muscles pushing that weight had grown bigger and stronger. That's what mesomorphs do. Their muscles get big and strong. Jane's body was programmed to get bigger, stronger and more muscular when it was challenged by resistance. She was a true mesomorph, a kid who was blessed with genes that told her body to build nothing but muscle, and to build that muscle big and strong. Her body was programmed to respond to the resistance of the heavy weights by getting bigger and stronger so it could completely overpower the resistance the next time. Her body was programmed to overpower everything that got in its way. To overpower the heavy weights. To overpower weaker kids. To overpower everything. Her body was now responding to those heavy weights in ways even he never dreamed were possible. Jane smiled as she watched her young muscles flex in the mirror. Muscles that had sprung up on her body in less than two weeks and were now bigger and stronger than her brother's muscles. Muscles that she knew were going to grow even bigger and stronger in the weeks to come. God it felt good to have a body like his. To have muscles that grew and grew and grew. To know that she was the strong kid, the kid who was stronger than any of the other kids. The kid who could beat up anyone he wanted. She felt like a total stud. Her muscular legs quaked as they struggled to be contained by her sweat-covered workout shorts.

Scott stood frozen behind his mesomorph sister, comparing the hard bulging muscles of the 13-year-old natural muscle stud to his own skin and bones. He was totally in awe of his little sister's muscular body. Jane turned to face her brother. "I'm hungry," she said. "Dinner's not for another hour and that workout made me real hungry. Go get me another protein shake." Scott got real mad. "That's my fucking protein powder. I'm not getting you any fucking protein shake. I'm not your fucking slave." Jane looked into her older brother's eyes. Her face looked strong and confident, with her brown eyes and strong jaw taking on a determined look. Suddenly she jumped up on Scott's back and wrapped her arm around her brother's neck. Her feet were a foot off the floor as she wrapped her vice-like arm around her brother's neck. Then she grabbed his wrist with her other arm and pulled, crushing Scott's neck between her upper arm and forearm. Then she flexed her bicep. The big ball of muscle blasted into her older brother's scrawny little neck like a pile driver. It was not a fair contest. A rock-hard ball of flexing muscle against a scrawny little neck. Yeah, the muscle won. Muscle always wins. The flexing muscle forced itself deep into the neck, crushing Scott's windpipe. All of a sudden Scott couldn't breathe. He twisted and turned his torso, trying to spin Jane off his body, but Jane was much too strong. There was no way the skinny ectomorph was going to spin the muscular mesomorph off his body. The strong always win against the weak. Jane cranked up the pressure some more. Scott started to gag. Saliva started to drool out of his mouth. His face turned beet red. He was completely at the mercy of his little sister. "I'm not asking you, big bro. I'm telling you. You know better than to argue with these muscles. These muscles control you, bro. These muscles can fuck you up any time they want. You're just a little wuss to these muscles. These muscles are fuckin' stronger than you and they're gonna get a hell of a lot stronger. You better not fuck with these muscles. You better not fuck with me any more. I can fuck with you any time I want, but you can't fuck with me. Yeah, bro, I rule your sorry little ass. Now go get the fucking protein shake. And you better make it fast or I'll pound your pathetic little body." Jane let go of Scott's neck and dropped gracefully to the floor. Scott looked down at her rippling muscles and especially at her arms. Jane curled her arms up and down a couple of times, admiring the bulging biceps that had just crushed her big brother's neck. Then she spun her brother around and pushed him out the door of their bedroom. "You got one minute," she yelled.

Scott raced down and made the shake, running back up to the bedroom. When he got back, Jane was laying shirtless under the sheets of her bed cupping her breasts. Scott handed the shake to his beautiful, muscular sister, who grabbed the glass out of his hand and gulped down the protein-rich liquid in about four gulps. "Um, tastes good," she said after a big burp. "Next time make it thicker. Add more protein. I want it real thick with protein." Scott looked down at his sister's strong, muscular body and nodded his head. He stared at Jane's partially covered breasts and gulped. He hadn't noticed before, but the young girl's breasts were actually bigger than the ones his dad's girlfriend has. Shit, the 13-year-old kid had just gone through puberty a few months ago and her breasts already are putting grown women to shame. This kid was a total stud in every way. A natural born mesomorph with big muscles and big tits. Her legs were really big and muscular too. With her arms cupping her breasts, her shoulders stood out. She had bits of light brown hair starting to grow out of her armpit, hair which he had only started to grow a few months earlier.

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Mesomorphs (DidYouLikeMySunglasses Rewrite) - Part 4

After a long shower, Jane went over to her chest of drawers and pulled out a white tee shirt from the bottom of the drawer. It was a shirt she had worn a year ago and now it was too small for her. "Gimme a pair of scissors," she barked to her brother. Scott dutifully got the scissors from his desk and handed them over. Jane grabbed them out of his hand without so much as a thank-you. She cut off the arms of the tee shirt. Then she cut off about a foot of cloth from the bottom of the shirt. Then she threw the scissors at Scott and put the tee shirt on. The white cotton fabric stretched as she pulled the shirt over her muscular torso. Then she stood up straight and looked at herself in the mirror. "Pretty cool, ain't it," she said as she looked at herself approvingly. Her shoulders and arms were totally exposed, revealing her buff new muscles. Her chest was bulging out under the cloth, with her breasts pushing out even further. Her lats flared out to the sides, stretching the cloth even more. And her abs were completely visible because the shirt had been cut off only a few inches under her breasts. They looked like a washboard of rock-hard muscle. She grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them up barely over her crotch, not even thinking about putting on any panties. The shorts hung real low on her hips, exposing the tops of her muscular bubble butt buns and the bottom of her totally cut abs and obliques. "Gotta show dad my muscles," she said. "I think this outfit shows 'em off real good." She flexed her pecs and abs a couple of times in the mirror and smiled. Then she flexed her arms and turned around to face Scott. "Look at what's gonna rule your fucking wuss body the rest of your life," she said. Scott looked at the bulging muscles on his little sister's 13-year-old body and gulped.

An hour later, Scott and Jane's father came home from work and started making dinner. The siblings went into the kitchen. Scott was wearing his usual baggy tee shirt and shorts. Jane was wearing her tight-fitting muscle tee. Their father turned around and looked at his kids. His mouth dropped open. "Oh my god," he said. "Jane, just look at you. You're changing so fast from a girl to a woman. Look at all that muscle on your body. I had no idea you were growing muscle so fast. Your muscles have really responded to you working out with Scott's weights and eating so much more food. Just look at all that muscle, muscle that wasn't there a week ago. I can't believe it. It looks like your breasts have grown too. You're turning into a real woman." He was totally ignoring Scott as he stared at Jane's body. She smiled. "Yeah dad. Those weights have worked wonders for Beth and me. We're gettin' huge. We're already stronger than wuss-boy here. We've already gone from 40 to 85 in our bench press and big man Scott here is still stuck at 65 pounds. We doubled our strength and he ain't done jack. And we've really packed on the muscle. Here, feel it." She raised her arm and flexed. Her father wrapped his fingers around Jane's bicep and tricep and squeezed. "Ooooh, that's really big and hard," he said, swooning at feeling the bulging arm muscles of his own daughter. He ran his hands over Jane's delts, lats and pecs, sighing with oohs and aahs as he felt the buff, hard muscle. Then he ran his fingers down to Jane's abs. "Feels like a washboard. Like corrugated iron. Geez, I could do the laundry on your stomach muscles, Jane. They're as hard as steel." Jane grinned with pride. "Yeah, just as hard as steel. All my muscles are as hard as steel. Now feel Scott's muscles, dad. Feel what a wuss he is compared to me."

Scott's dad looked over at his older son and gasped. "Oh my god, Scott. What happened to your face. It's all black and blue. It looks like you got a black eye." He had been so mesmerized by his younger daughter's new muscles that he didn't even notice Scott's bruised face. Scott looked sheepishly at his father. Before he could say anything, Jane blurted out "He got into a fight with Beth and me and we kicked his ass real good. First Beth beat him up and then I did too. He always used to kick my little ass, but now with my new muscles I can kick his ass. He's a weak little wuss compared to me."

Their dad looked over at Jane and then back at Scott. "Scott, I told you not to fight with your little sister. It looks like she can defend herself now." Scott was enraged. He didn't start the fight! Beth did! But before he could say anything, Jane said "Yeah, dad. He won't be able to pick on me anymore. Feel his muscles, dad. Feel how soft and weak they are compared to mine. Flex your arm, wuss." Scott didn't want to do this, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Slowly, he lifted his right arm and flexed. His dad reached up and squeezed his arm muscles, just like he had with Jane. "Whoa," he said. "Jane's right. Your arm muscle isn't nearly as big and hard as her muscle." He ran his hand over his shirt, feeling Scott's flat pecs and soft gut. "God, Scott. All your muscles are smaller and softer than Jane's." He looked over at Jane's body as he felt Scott's muscles. Jane's body looked absolutely radiant. Her tight cut-off tee shirt exposed almost her whole torso. Her arms bulged with muscle as they hung at her side. Her striated delts capped her shoulders, the fibers twitching under her skin. Her abs looked like a washboard. And her pecs and lats pushed out on the tight white cloth of the tee shirt that strained to hold in those bulging muscles. Her muscles were rippling with power as she just stood there. Her father couldn't believe how muscular she had gotten. "Gosh Scott, here all along I thought you were the athlete in our family, but it looks like your little sister's got you beat in the muscle category. Totally beat. And she's only 13 and just started workin' out. I wonder what she's gonna look like a year from now. You better watch out, Scott." He smiled and looked at Jane. He was obviously proud of his muscular younger daughter. Jane smiled back at her admiring father and hit a double biceps pose in triumph, sticking out her tongue at Scott. Yeah, mesomorphs rule.

"I have a special treat for dinner tonight," he said. "I bought some steaks. Jane has been eating so much lately I bought two steaks for him. Scott, you and I get one steak each. Jane beamed. Her father was feeding her more food than her brother. He knew Jane's growing muscles needed lots of good protein to keep up their warp speed growth. Scott looked defeated. With all the extra food, there was nothing that was going to hold back Jane's growing muscles. She was going to be unstoppable. The family sat down for dinner.

Jane tore into her food like a wild beast. Even though she had eaten a big protein shake just an hour before, she was ravenously hungry, Her grueling workout had made her body call out for food, lots of food. She gobbled up her food like an efficient eating machine. She finished her two steaks and all her potatoes and vegetables before her father and Scott had finished half of their steaks. "I'm still hungry," she said, staring at the steaks on her father's and Scott's plates. "I want more meat." His father stared in disbelief at her clean plate. "Wow, Jane, you sure have an appetite," he said. "Your muscles must be telling your stomach they need more meat to grow bigger and stronger. You're a growing young woman, Jane. Here, take the rest of my steak." Jane smiled and stabbed her fork into her father's steak. Then she grabbed the slab of meat by the bone with her hands and chomped down on the meat, filling her mouth with a huge bite of the protein rich beef. She chewed up the meat in about three strong chews and ripped another big chunk of beef off the bone. Scott stared at the muscles in her jaw and the sides of her face as they flexed, powering her jaw up and down, smashing her teeth into the meat. Her strong jaw and teeth pulverized the meat with ruthless efficiency. In less than a minute she had devoured the whole steak. Scott had not taken one bite. He was transfixed by his sister's rippling, powerful jaw muscles and her brutally efficient eating. Jane was like an animal when she ate. Like a young tiger ripping the flesh off his prey and chewing it up with incredible power and efficiency.

Jane put down the bone of her father's steak and looked over at her brother's plate. "I want your meat too," she said. "I got growing muscles to feed and you don't got shit." Scott looked down at his steak and hesitated. He didn't want to give his meat to his sister. Actually, he was almost full, being such a light eater, but he still didn't want to give his little sister his steak. After all, it was his steak. He was the big brother. He wanted to eat his own steak. Maybe it would help him build some muscles too. Jane could see the hesitation in her brother's eyes. She reached over and wrapped her hand around Scott's skinny little upper arm with the tips of her fingers right on top of the biceps. Scott looked down at Jane's muscular forearm and over at her bulging upper arm and shoulder muscles. "You wanna give me your meat, don't you, bro. You wanna help feed these muscles so they get even bigger and stronger, don't you bro." As she talked, she started digging her fingers into Scott's bicep. Scott winced in pain. He watched as Jane's forearm flexed like a coil of writhing snakes. "These muscles wanna get real big and real strong, bro. And they crush little wimps who don't give 'em what they need to get huge." Jane applied more power to her fingers. Bolts of pain shot through Scott's arm as the thick strong fingers of his 13-year-old sister smashed though his bicep muscle like it was mush. Scott couldn't believe how strong those fingers were. He couldn't believe how much muscle Jane already had in her forearm. The bulging, rock-hard muscle was way bigger than Scott's upper arm. And it was way stronger. Scott tried to jerk his arm away, but Jane was so strong she held it in place with almost no effort at all. Scott's weak little attempts at resistance were nothing to Jane's strong new mesomorph muscles. Jane looked into her brother's eyes as she crushed. Her eyes had a look of total superiority and arrogance as her big new weight trained muscles crushed her older brother's skinny little arm. She liked being so strong and dominating. Scott's eyes had a look of fear, helplessness and pain as he watched and felt the overwhelming power of his little sister's muscles. "Yeah, these muscles are gonna get even bigger and stronger, wimp. You don't wanna piss off these muscles, now do you bro? You wanna treat these muscles real good so they won't beat you up every day, don't you bro. You ain't shit compared to these muscles bro. You wanna give me your meat, don't you. You wanna help these muscles get huge." Jane ordered her muscles to squeeze even harder into Scott's arm and the big shredded fibers flexed even more in her forearm. The snakes looked like they were ready to jump out of her skin. Jane smiled as she saw just how strong she was compared to her brother. She felt so good being so strong. Scott yelled in pain. "Yeah, I wanna give you my meat, Jane," he squealed. "Feed your big muscles! Take my meat, Jane. Take it!"

Jane smiled and let go of Scott's arm. She held her forearm out in front of Scott's face, made a fist and curled it up and down, flexing the pumped muscles in her forearm. The big muscles bulged under her paper-thin skin like writhing like snakes in the shape of a bowling pin. "Pretty strong, huh," she said as she looked at her flexing muscles approvingly. "Way stronger than your weak little arm. You are such a weakling." Then she grabbed Scott's steak off his plate and wolfed it down, tearing the meat off with her teeth and smashing it with her bright while teeth powered by her strong jaw muscles. During that meal, she ate six times more steak than her brother. Her muscles were getting six times as much protein. And her muscles would soon be six times as strong. After all, she was a mesomorph. When she was done ripping the beef off the bone with her teeth and chewing up the meat with her strong jaw muscles, she put the bone in her mouth and hit a double biceps pose for her father. She looked like a total animal with the steak bone between her teeth and her upper arm and forearm muscles bulging with power. Her whole upper body looked incredible in her tight cut-off tee shirt. Every muscle was rippling--- her biceps, her triceps, her delts, her lats, her pecs and her abs. "Yeah dad, check 'em out," she said as she looked at her buff arm and shoulder muscles. "They're gonna be even bigger tomorrow. With all that meat, these muscles are gonna grow like crazy." Her dad stared in awe at his 13-year-old daughter's bulging muscles. He was proud of his muscular young daughter. He really liked her buff muscles. He wanted them to get bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger. He wanted to help her get big and strong. He realized that Jane was now dominating her big brother, her new muscles completely overpowering her weak brother. Although he felt somewhat sorry for Scott, he realized that this was the natural order of things. The natural dominance of the strong over the weak. The young daughter with the strong muscles was going to dominate her weakling older brother. He actually got a primeval surge that went through his body as he watched his strong daughter's buff muscles crush the weak flesh of her big brother. He felt a primitive attraction to those buff strong muscles. Survival of the fittest, he thought to himself. And Jane is sure buff and fit. He grabbed her upper arm and felt her bulging muscles. Jane flexed for him and the muscle turned into solid rock in her father's fingers. Jane's father blushed a little, then pushed his plate over to the muscular kid. "Finish my vegetables and potatoes," he said. "Gotta feed those muscles." Jane grabbed his plate and wolfed down the food. Scott just stared in disbelief. He couldn't believe how much food his kid sister had just eaten. He couldn't believe how strong she had gotten. He couldn't believe how muscular she had become. He couldn't believe how much his father was into her muscles. He couldn't believe all this was happening to him.

The next several days at school, all Scott could think about was Jane and Beth. He had just seen Jane's overwhelming physical superiority: her body, her breasts, her strength, her appetite, her attitude: and he knew that Beth was even more physically superior than Jane. Jane kept telling him how Beth was bigger, stronger and more muscular than she was. And the kid was drop dead gorgeous, with hrt beautiful face, sky blue eyes and blond hair. And yet this beautiful, strong, muscular kid was cocky, arrogant, and extremely aggressive and dominant. Even more aggressive and dominant than Jane. God, he thought to himself. All that muscle and strength coupled with all that attitude! What a fucking scary thought. Scott's face blushed solid red and stayed that way almost all day. He just couldn't keep Beth out of his mind. He was intimidated by the thought of these muscular girls. Girls who were using his weights to get far more muscular than he dreamed possible. He didn't visit the garage for several days, just visualizing in his mind what was going on in there: lots of muscle being packed onto the bodies of Beth and Jane, the 13 year old mesomorphs. But he saw Jane every night. Strutting around in her tight cut-off muscle tee shirt, flexing her muscles in front of her brother to show off. Eating three or four times as much food as she could eat at breakfast and dinner, plus protein shakes made from Scott's protein. Flexing in the mirror in their bedroom, watching her muscles getting bigger every day. And talking trash talk to her wimpy brother, letting him know how big and strong she was and how little and weak Scott was. When night came, Scott could barely sleep: he just couldn't take his eyes off his muscular little sister. All he could think about was Jane and Beth. It was now three weeks since Jane and Beth had started lifting weights. Scott finally got up the nerve to watch them work out. So after his track practice, he walked into the garage. Beth and Jane were deep into their workout. It was back and arms day. They had just finished their back exercises. Five sets of five grueling exercises. Their lats, traps and lower back muscles were pumped and throbbing under skin that was red with muscle-building blood. Now they were starting to blast their arms. As Scott walked in, he saw Beth doing a set of curls with a 70-pound barbell. Scott gulped. This kid was curling twice as much as he could curl. And it looked like it was easy for her! Beth's tan, muscular body was dripping with sweat. She was wearing only a pair of red nylon workout shorts and white sports bra that were both soaked with sweat and clinging to her body tightly. She was facing Scott, with Jane standing next to her yelling encouragement as she forced the heavy barbell up and down with the power of her young arms. Her traps were bulging out from her thick neck and her lats were bulging out at her sides like slabs of beef. The red-hot muscle was covered with veins, totally pumped from set after set of grueling back exercises. Her arms were also pumped from all those back exercises, and now those arms were being forced to work those heavy weights all by themselves. Forced to work super hard so they would get super big and super strong. Scott's eyes fixated on those arms. They looked huge. As the blond girl curled the barbell up and down, her biceps bulged with incredible muscular density. At the bottom of each rep, her biceps looked like steel cords and her triceps bulged in the back of her arms. Then when she curled the barbell up, those biceps contracted like machines in her arms, forming a big ball of striated muscle as they powered up the heavy barbell. Beth looked over at Scott with a look that said "Yeah, check out these muscles, wimp. Look at how big and strong they are." She knew Scott was mesmerized by her display of muscularity and brute strength.

Beth finished her 10th rep and dropped the barbell on the floor. "Well look who's here," she said, flexing her muscles casually as her superpumped arms hung like hams at her side. "It's little schmoe boy. It's the little wimp who likes big muscles. Big muscles that can kick the shit out of his pathetic wimp body. He ain't built any fucking muscle at all on his fuckin' wimp body, but we've been building muscle like crazy. He's 16 years old and he's a fucking weakling. We're only 13 and already we're twice as strong as him. And we got big muscles too. Yeah, look at my muscles, pussy. You wish you had big muscles like these, don't you. Well, you don't and I do. I got muscles and you don't got shit. Look at you staring at my muscles. Yeah, Jane told me you got all flustered lookin' at her buff body. Yeah, big brother gets all flustered by little sister's big muscles. Yeah, Jane told me all about it, fuckface. Well, I got bigger and buffer muscles than Jane. Yeah, look at my muscles. Here I'll flex 'em for you. Look at my fuckin' arms, fuckface. Yeah, they're huge ain't they. They're already twice as big as your little stick arms. Yeah, and twice as strong too. Shit, I can see your face trying its best not to blush right now. Yeah you like these muscles don't you. You like these muscles even though you know they can smash your weak little body into a fucking pulp. Well, get your sorry ass over here, sissy-boy. Move it!" Scott walked slowly over to Beth. His face was entirely red. Beth had already noticed.

He stood in front of the sweaty, muscular, red-hot body of the blond adonis. He could smell the fresh sweat evaporating from the kid's body. He breathed in real deep, taking in the heady aroma of that muscle girl sweat. He stared in disbelief at Beth's upper body. God that kid was built. His eyes moved up from her washboard abs to her bulging pecs to her red-hot traps and thick, striated delts to her flaring, blood-engorged lats. God, what a total stud. Then he stared at her big, muscular arms. Arms that were engorged with blood and literally bursting with muscle. Oh my fucking God, he thought to himself. He could hardly take his eyes off those arms but finally he looked up at Beth's drop-dead gorgeous face and into her sky blue eyes. He felt weak in the knees as he comprehended the absolute perfection of Beth's face and body. Never in his life had he seen a more perfect specimen of beautiful muscular youth. Beth smiled with a look of arrogance as the 16-year-old schmoe wimp stared in awe at her buff 13 year old jock stud muscles and her radiant, drop-dead gorgeous face. Slowly she raised her right arm and flexed. The big bicep muscle turned into a rock-hard ball of shredded muscle under her paper-thin skin. It looked like a baseball. It was easily as big as a hardball and it had a tremendous peak at the top where the muscle bulged up even further. Veins crisscrossed under her skin and the fibers of rock hard muscle were clearly visible. Her skin was wet with sweat, sweat that made her arm glisten like marble. Her forearm was rippling with muscle also, with hundreds of veins carrying blood to the throbbing fibers. Her big triceps flexed under the bicep, forming a perfect football shape to the bottom of her upper arm. Beth smiled when she saw the expression on Scott's face as he stared at her flexing muscles. "Kiss it, cuck-boy," she ordered. "Kiss my bicep." Scott gulped. He couldn't believe what Beth just said. His eyes lit up with equal parts excitement and fear.

He bent down and kissed the top of Beth's bulging bicep. The sweat tasted salty on his tongue. The skin was red hot, red hot from the hot bicep muscle underneath which was bulging and pumped to the max from the curls it had just done. He held the kiss for several seconds, rubbing his tongue on the muscle fibers that felt like pulsating steel under the musclegirl's thin skin. He breathed in and smelled the pungent musclejock sweat smell, which was evaporating out of the stud's wet armpit and off her hot, glistening skin. God that sweat smelled good. He kissed that rock-like bicep muscle real hard, feeling the fibers of muscle with his lips and tongue. "Look, Jane. Your schmoe-ass brother is kissing my muscle! He's kissing my fucking muscle and he's enjoying it! He's touching my muscle with his tongue, rubbing his little scrawny tongue all over the pumped up fibers. That muscle feel good to you wimp? Those fibers are real hard, ain't they. Yeah, they're totally pumped. They get real big and real hard when they pump up like that. My muscles pump up real fast."

Then she reached over and grabbed Scott's face. "Look Jane. His face is blushing like a little school girl! He's really into my body, just like you said. You like that big muscle, don't you, pussy. You never had muscles like that in your whole fucking life. You like my big, hard muscles." At that, Beth pulled her arm back from Scott's worshipful lips and said "Strip off your clothes, bitch-boy. I want to see that weak-ass body better." Scott knew better than to disobey the aggressive muscle kid, so he stripped off his shirt, shorts, shoes and socks and stood in front of his muscle god in only his underwear. His face was so red with embarrassment, it hurt. His skinny body looked pathetic next to the awesome muscles of the blond kid standing in front of him. "Fuck, you are crushing so hard on me I can't believe it. Look at that embarrassed face! Fuck what a little soy boy!"

Beth held out her arm next to Scott's arm, curled it up and flexed her bicep. Two big heads of peaked bicep muscle popped out on the top of her arm. Her arm looked more than twice as big as the skinny flab on Scott's arm. Her forearm bulged with muscle. It was way bigger than Scott's upper arm. Scott tried to flex but there was nothing there. "God you are so fucking skinny and weak. Look at your arm compared to mine. Look at your whole body compared to mine. I got tons of muscle and you ain't got shit. Fuckin' A, what a little pussy weakling. Guess what, skinny-boy. Jane and me have put on tons of muscle since the last time I saw you. I'm up to 122 pounds. That's another 10 pounds of shitkicking muscle in a little over a week. I'm already heavier than you are, but I'm shorter and I'm solid muscle. Jane's only two pounds lighter. We've both been puttin' on muscle like crazy. And strong? Yeah, we're fucking strong! We can bench more than our bodyweight now: for reps! Next week we'll be benching 20 pounds more. I know it. We're four times stronger than when we started and twice as strong as you already. Look at this body, wimp. Solid, rock-hard muscle. Not an ounce of fat on this body. Yeah, I can see your stupid face getting all flustered just lookin' at my muscles. You like my muscles, don't you schmoe? You wish you had muscles like me and Jane but you ain't got squat." Scott was totally aroused and in awe of Beth. He was even aroused more by Beth's arrogance. He nodded his head sheepishly. Beth put down her arm and stood directly in front of Scott. Then she flexed her abs. "Get on your knees and lick the sweat off my abs, bitch. I wanna feel your little bitch tongue licking my hard muscles. Look at those fucking abs. They look like fucking bricks, don't they. They're as hard as bricks too. I bet you're gonna like lickin' those hard fuckers, aren't you, bitch-boy." Scott's eyes lit up. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. This young muscle god was ordering him to lick her washboard abs, the most beautiful abs he had ever seen.

He got down on his knees in front of the blond adonis. His body was trembling from excitement. His face was going numb from blushing so hard. He could smell the jock-girl sweat emanating from the musclegirl's hot sweaty body. Slowly he stuck out his little tongue and touched one of the rock-hard bricks of muscle with the sensitive tip of that tongue. Instantly he could taste the salt of the sweat. And he could feel the fibers of muscle flexing under skin that was as thin as cellophane. God that muscle felt hard. It felt as hard as iron. He pushed in on the muscle with his tongue, but the corrugated ridge of muscle didn't give at all. It was like rock. His eyes widened with excitement. Then he started rubbing his tongue all over the young god's corrugated abs. There was lots of salty sweat covering her skin, which tasted so, so good. He ran his tongue over the ridges and crevices, feeling the iron-like hardness of the ridges and digging deep inside the crevices to clean out all the sweat. He couldn't believe how hard those abs were and how chiseled they were. The ridges and crevices felt just like bricks on the solid wall of a fortress. A solid wall of muscle. The 13-year-old musclekid had absolutely no fat between her paper-thin skin and the bricks of muscle, so Scott could feel the hot fibers bulging at the command of their young mistress. Scott caressed those abs with his adoring worshipping tongue, running his tongue up and down, over and across the washboard of 13-year-old mesomorph muscle.

Then, while he was still licking the young Adonis's abs, he reached up and felt the kid's bulging lats, lats that were still hot and pumped and sweaty from set after set of pull-ups, lat pulldowns and barbell and dumbbell rows with weights heavier than Scott could imagine. Scott started groaning as he felt the big slabs of rock-hard muscle. "Fucking big, ain't they wimp," boasted Beth. "My back muscles are fucking way bigger and way stronger than your pathetic, weak little bitch muscles." Beth looked down at Scott's back. "Shit, you ain't got no muscle at all on your back and I got tons of muscle. I can do thirty pull-ups easy. Regular pull-ups are too easy for me now. Next week Jane and me are gonna start tying weights around our waists, to make the pull-ups harder. Our muscles are growin' so fast they need more weight. They are so fucking strong regular pull-ups are way too easy for 'em. Shit, you're so fuckin' weak I bet you can't even do a couple of regular pull-ups!" Beth reached down and grabbed Scott's little lats. There was no muscle there. Beth laughed. Then she flexed her lats for Scott's worshipping fingers.

Scott gulped. Beth was right. He could only do three regular pull-ups. The thought of being able to do 30 pull-ups with ease, then strapping a weight on his waist and cranking out more pull-ups with big muscles was mind-boggling. But this 13 year old girl could do it after less than three weeks of lifting weights. What a fucking stud, he thought. Face blushed with excitement. "My lats ain't the only muscles that have been growin' like crazy on my body. Feel my chest, pussy. Feel how big and hard my chest muscles are. They're way bigger and way harder than your puny little chicken chest." While still caressing the musclekid's corrugated abs with his tongue, Scott moved his hands over and started feeling Beth's bulging pecs, feeling the rock-hard muscle inside those beautiful curved formations. "Twice as big and twice as strong as your muscles already," said Beth. "And they're gonna get a lot bigger and a lot stronger. Jane and me are getting stronger every day. And our muscles are getting bigger every day too. Yeah, our muscles really like your weights, wimp. Our muscles are getting totally big and strong lifting your weights, schmoe. Pretty soon our muscles are gonna be so strong that you're gonna have to buy more weights. Not for you bitch-boy. For us. Yeah, you'll still be benchin' your puny 65 pounds, but we're gonna need 150, 200, 250, yeah 300 for our benches. We're gonna get fucking huge! We're gonna be benchin' 300 pounds while we're still in Junior High School! We're fucking studs! Fucking muscle studs!" Beth flexed her pecs as she said that and Scott marveled at the big hard muscles bulging under her sports bra. God the girl was cocky and arrogant! Benching 300 pounds while still in Junior High School! But then he rubbed his fingers over the round, shredded muscle in her incredible pecs and realized that if her pecs felt like this after three weeks of lifting weights, she probably would be benching 300 pounds very soon.

Suddenly Beth pulled herself away from Scott. "I would love to have you keep admiring my muscles like this, but I'm not gonna keep doing this right now. I'm gonna wait. I'm gonna wait till after Jane and me finish our workout. I don't wanna lose the fantastic pump I got. I gotta work these arms so hard they're gonna be fuckin' huge and bulging with fucking muscle. More muscle than you ever seen. So you're gonna stay here until Jane and me are finished workin' out and then you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do. You got that, wimp? You understand, you fuckin' little bitch?"

Scott was ready to do whatever this young muscle god ordered him to do. "Yes, mam," he said with a smile on his face.

The 13 year-old blond musclekid pushed the 16 year-old wimp away from her buff body with a hard shove. Scott went crashing down to the floor on his back. He looked up at Beth's beautiful muscular body and drop-dead gorgeous face with a look of total awe. Beth sneered, readjusted her shorts and sports bra, and then flexed her arms. "Gotta keep building these guns, wimp. Gotta keep puttin' muscle on this body. Watch me work out, pussy. Watch me and Jane lift more weight than you can even dream of liftin'." Scott nodded his head. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. It was like a dream come true. 

[giantgirl7foot2]

Good lord, this is amazing, thank you!

[paulo998]

I have all parts up until seventeen. If you are interested in rewriting, I'll send you a DM. 

Can you send me a DM too?

[Yuri0014]

I have all parts up until seventeen. If you are interested in rewriting, I'll send you a DM. 

Can you send me a DM too?

Can you send me DM also. Thanks

[giantgirl7foot2]

I have been asked by the board not to send any more DMs with the link.

Let's all just sit back, relax, and enjoy DidYouLikeMySunglasses' rewrite of this classic.

[Female Bodybuilding]

I have been asked by the board not to send any more DMs with the link.

Let's all just sit back, relax, and enjoy DidYouLikeMySunglasses' rewrite of this classic.

All the leechers hijacked the thread with DM requests. Instead of this, why don't you share your link with Hide Tag Special so members who has 10 + Karma can access just replying the thread?

Let's simplify life and encourage these leechers to be contributor member, most of them are of leeching and lurking here for decades with 0 post and 0 karma.

[Snando002]

I have it saved. 

Could you send it to me please?

[peters1967]

 

DidYouLikeMySunglasses, I like your rewriting of the story.




I myself have also rewritten the original story before, with the intention of making the whole story into a comic. Only I made the characters all older, because there are still some passages in my version that I don't want to depict with children. I must admit that so far you have solved this problem more elegantly. I also like that you swapped the roles of the parents. In my version, I only changed the roles of Beth's parents.


Unfortunately, I had to take a little break because I had a cancer operation a couple of weeks ago and am now slowly recovering. I still have a few more chemotherapy treatments to go, but after that I hope to be able to be really active again. If there is interest here, I will publish my version as a comic here as well. I hope I can borrow some parts of your version.


Peter

[Wookey]

Get well. Just had a 1.5kg tumour taken out myself.