High School Muscle

[taoschild]

A short piece my wife penned for her DA page. She hasn't written a full book since our collaboration on Muscle Love, You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login but I'm happy to see she's writing again. Maybe a few shout outs will encourage her further.
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She tugged against her sweatshirt, almost as if she were embarrassed. It was hot, far too hot for her attire, but she knew that her physique would be too shocking to unveil in class. Spying down on her from above, her classmates would have gasped. As her breasts had started to come in, they had been engulfed and worn away by bulging muscles, tendons and sinews. A deep crevice shot down the center of her chest and lines fanned out across her thick pectorals. The femininity of her chest was now contained entirely to her soft, milky skin and erect nipples. They strained against her top, resembling an air brushed centerfold right out of the pages of Playboy Magazine from the Cold War era. The divergence from those playmates of course was that the firm cleavage she manifested was rock hard muscle.

Watching the clock tick waiting for the period to end made it only crawl slower. It was as if all other noises were drowned out and she were on a television show watching the second hand slow to a crawl before stopping and spinning backward. She wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead, her arm bulged as she did so straining the stitches of the extra-large sweatshirt. She was the product of two parents devoted to their bodies and since she was young they had pushed her to build her physique. Pushups and gymnastics eventually were replaced by hardcore lifting, protein shakes and as she hit her teens, Anavar. So far, she had avoided any of the negative effects of the steroids, under her parents' patient tutelage. And she grew. Her body craved lifting and what had initially been urged by her parents became her own passion. Her classmates, she knew, would think differently. She was already a loner, but if they knew she would be ostracized and ridiculed. Already 5'11 nearly 170, she hid her physique from her peers and assumed the role of the 'nerdy fat girl' instead. There was one boy in the back, however, who looked at her as if he knew.

[taoschild]

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[Saxony Red Devil]

You pull people in with a simple, straight forward title. Then you keep us engaged with a wonderfully detailed opening. The only downside here is that it's just an opening. More please, I'm very interested in this, quite the writer

[As]

Very good start. Can't wait for what will happen next

[jumpy999]

A promising start. Would love to read more.

[taoschild]

Great start from your wife.

What is her DA page name if you dont mind sharing?

Sure, her DA page is: jgmuscle12

Take care -Also, I wrote a response to her piece and will post it here when I get a chance. Really, I have no idea on the direction of the story. Would you guys have any suggestions?

[Strongwood]

I would suggest the boy in the back that notices encourages her to get bigger, show off the muscles instead of hiding as the nerdy, fat girl, and also enters competitions where she dominates to victory over here more senior fellow competitors.

Just my 2 cents.

I'll be sure to check out her DA page sometime soon

[jhunter]

This shows lots of promise. I look forward to more, and for her to keep up the good work.

[Strongwood]

Great start from your wife.

What is her DA page name if you dont mind sharing?

Sure, her DA page is: jgmuscle12

Take care -Also, I wrote a response to her piece and will post it here when I get a chance. Really, I have no idea on the direction of the story. Would you guys have any suggestions?

Read your response on DA. It was good.
I would encourage you to share here or for everyone else to go visit the DA story!

[taoschild]

I'm still bumbling around with where to go on this story and my wife hasn't been motivated to continue as of yet. I like the idea Strongwood provided about the young boy helping the girl become more comfortable with her physique and making it a more loving tale.  Here is the start of my response so far...
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Matt had just moved to the new school district mid year and received his schedule. He didn't know a soul and the school didn't seem to care. No guides to take him through classes and no special welcomes other than the football coach who heard he was the star quarterback at his last school. Coach Egan would catch up with him later. He would do his best to maintain the aura of a popular kid he had manifested back at his previous school, Sacred Heart. Thus, armed with skin tight jeans, a school planner and a backpack he 'walked the walk' to find his first class arriving just in time. He saw her the moment he walked in and despite the time, froze in the doorway trembling. If he'd been a dog he would have peed down his leg at the site of her beauty and power.

Finally drawing his rapt attention from her physique he marveled that she didn't draw more attention from her peers. 'Hidden' beneath a sweatshirt in the spring time the tell tale signs of a polished muscular physique were too apparent to miss. The width of her shoulders surpassed those of his offensive line back at Sacred Heart. Helmet-sized shoulders arose like a mountain range and even through her attire, he could see her chest muscles were as thick as a man's torso.

[phil123]

A very nice slow start with much room for more. And I hope for more. Thanks so far.

[taoschild]

Thanks Phil. I am at a loss of where to go from here. I posted a poll, but am willing to look at other suggestions. My wife is pretty much done with this, but has agreed to work on another novel with me this summer. 

[taoschild]

Final update on the setting.  Seems to be little consensus as where to go afterward. I might continue or trash and start another
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Taking a chair two behind her and one to the left he forgot the social norming of moving to the back with normal cool kids. The air of confidence that normally enveloped him and led him to do things with an air of imperturbability evaporated. His backpack hit the floor with a crash, drawing the attention of others, but he hardly noticed. The bigger problem for him was the uncomfortable feeling of the erection welling up under his tight jeans. Even from behind her the view was magnificent. Beautiful sandy blonde hair cascaded down her V-tapered back which opened wide like an angel's wings. He fought to suppress the strong imagery of how her body might appear under her clothing, and failed. He visualized blue veins snaking just beneath her paper thin skin as she pumped out bicep curls. With each repetition, her arms growing bigger, the pump flushing the blood through her bloated veins. Thick cables of muscle stretching and then rolling up into tight knots as she brought the massive weights upward. Finally a trill voice interrupted his reverie. "Are you Matthew Teller or not?" Uniformly, the class erupted in laughter. The hot pink in his teacher's face and the giggling of his classmates alerted him to the fact that this was not her first query.

"Yes," he muttered, momentarily diverting his eyes from the flawless monument of muscle in front of him. His teacher's outburst had caught her attention too and as she pivoted to look at him he caught sight of her physique from another perspective. Arms bent with the swivel her biceps bulged assuming the perfect, round shape of a boulder stretching against the sweatshirt. Captivated by her beauty and power he couldn't help, but return her gaze. The perfection of her form seemed to have been shaped as if by a sculptor. Michelangelo's muse, he thought. His chest tightened, breath quickened, as they stared at each other. He felt himself wilt before her; he felt lightheaded in her presence and dropped his gaze in defeat. She was his superior.

[Saxony Red Devil]

It's gotta be the Strong Girls Club. Haven't seen a story of that nature yet, and if there is there aren't stories of that nature haha.