Iron Fever

[wolflightning13]

  Iron Fever

 

  Jamie decided to clean up the basement on her summer vacation.  She lived with her boyfriend Craig, who was a serious packrat.  He never got rid of anything- just threw it in the basement, saying it had sentimental value.  The mess was starting to get out of control, so Jamie had given him an ultimatum- get rid of some things, or it was all going out the door.  So instead of cleaning it himself, he gave her a list.  He had been working some overtime to help pay for her schooling so she gave him a little bit of a break, but he did like to push his luck at times.  She got to work going through box after box.  After a few hours found she could actually move around pretty easily, something that hadn't been possible for the last year.  She neatly placed the boxes they were keeping on a large shelving unit.  Just as she was about to call it a day, she noticed one more box in a far corner.  It wouldn't budge when she tried to move it.  Whatever was inside was ridiculously heavy.  She cut it open and was surprised to find a set of old rusty weights.  She'd never seen Craig workout.  Unless you considered lifting beer cans exercise.


   Jamie had dabbled in fitness from time to time and had always wondered what it would be like to have big muscles.  She was probably what people would consider toned- she had a hint of muscle all over her body, but nothing that really stood out.  Not that she necessarily payed attention to it, but she'd always been told that she was beautiful.  From her long brownish blonde hair, to her bright blue eyes, or her supermodel shaming facial features; people said just about anything.  Craig had fallen in love with her body, which had been in a little better shape during her cheerleader days.  She even had a full six pack back then.  Now her stomach was more or less just flat.  Craig had been proud of his seventeen inch biceps during his football days, kissing them whenever he scored a touchdown in high school.  Jamie felt a tinge of jealousy every time he did it.  She wanted to feel the power of those balls of muscle bulging out of her own arms.  Seeing the weights in the box made her want to try and see what she could really do.  Could she get as big as Craig?  Could she get bigger?  Thinking about flexing a bicep bigger than his head sent shivers down her spine. 


   Maybe she could start with seeing how strong she was now.  The weights were just rotting away in the basement after all.  It's not like Craig was going to use them.  And he wouldn't be home for another few hours.  So she grabbed the dumbbell bars out of the box along with a few of the five pound weights.  With ten pounds loaded on each bar, she attempted to curl them.  Surprisingly, she found it very easy.  Upping it to twenty, again the dumbbells felt very light.  Thirty pounds finally felt heavy and she struggled to get through ten reps.  But could she go heavier?  She had already shocked herself with how strong she was considering she hadn't really worked out in about a year and a half.  The veins in her thin arm were really starting to pop.   Deciding to go for it, she reached into the box.  Just as her hand felt the weight disc, something jammed into her finger.  She cried out in pain, yanking her hand out of the box.  A large metal sliver was protruding from the end of her finger.  She ran upstairs to the bathroom where she could have better light and managed to slowly pull it out.  Her finger throbbed, blood dripping into the sink, as she rinsed it out and checked to make sure everything was out.  She cleaned it thoroughly and wrapped it up in a band-aid.  All the action had made her suddenly lightheaded so she had to quickly sit down.


   It was a while before the pain started to go away, but she managed to get back down in the basement, with gloves this time, and put the weights away.  She'd had enough for one day.  A cold drink and some snacks were calling her name.  She realized something was wrong as soon as she sat down.  Suddenly feeling very warm, she broke out into a cold sweat.  Even though her skin felt like it was on fire, she was shivering.  Her teeth chattered as she grabbed her food and drink and went upstairs to crawl into bed.  She popped in a couple of drowsy flu pills and turned on a fan.  Her hope was that if she could get to sleep, she could knock whatever it was out of her system.  But it only got worse when she closed her eyes. 


   It was hard to say if they were dreams or nightmares.  Whatever they were, it was intense.  In the dream, she woke up in a large empty gym.  The hot flashes and sweats were attacking with greater and greater fury.  She felt lightheaded, even a little dizzy, as she stumbled towards a weightlifting bench.  Her feet caught on a mat and she tumbled forward, only saved from smashing her face on the bench, by her hand just catching the benchpress bar.  The moment her hand touched the bar, the world seemed to spin to a stop.  The sickness disappeared instantly. Something was flowing through her, a feeling she couldn't immediately recognize.  It was exhilarating.  Everything around her felt insignificant.  Weak.  Fragile.  That was it.  She felt STRONG.  Stronger than she ever had.   Immensely strong.  The power rocketing through her veins sent her into an orgasmic spiral.  With every passing second the orgasms bombing her were more potent, finally knocking her off her feet.  When her hand released the bar, the sickness returned with a renewed vigor.  She barely kept herself from throwing up and crawled back up onto the bench, this time reaching both her shaking arms up to touch the bar with two hands. 


   Eyes closed, her body arched and shook as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.  Without knowing it, she began to lift her whole body off the bench with the power of her arms alone, stretching out in sort of an upside down plank position.  Her toes curled as she screamed out, gushing cum all over the bench below her. 


   "Holy...  Please don't stop."  Jamie whispered between gasps of breath. 


   She suddenly had an urge to lift the bar.  Dropping herself with a splat onto the bench, she began to push against it.  It wouldn't budge, so she pushed harder, going red in the face.  Still nothing.  Anger roared to life within her.  She gripped the bar so hard, her knuckles turned white.  Growling, she pushed with everything she had.  Sweat poured off of her, as the bar rolled in the perch, but still wouldn't lift.  Screaming in frustration, she jumped off the bench and flipped around behind the bar.  Jamie grabbed the bar and yanked as hard as she could, ripping it off the stand.


   "You think you can stop me?  I'll show you, you piece of f'ing s@#$!" 


   With another roar, she curled the weight up to her shoulders.  Laughing maniacally, she began to curl the weight faster and faster until it was so light, she shifted her grip to one hand.  But it made no difference.  She was able to curl it at the same speed.  Now getting upset at the fact that she no longer felt resistance, she threw the weight at the wall opposite her.  The bar shot through the air like a bullet and imbedded itself into the wall, huge chunks of cement scattering around the room.  One of the sixteen 45 pound weights on the bar actually bent in half upon impact.  Jamie immediately looked for her next victim.  She noticed the squat rack which was loaded down with an enormous amount of weight.  Had she stopped to figure out the total, it would've come to around 1300 pounds.  But she didn't care.  Her only focus was destruction.  Destroy the sickness that was creeping back as she walked to the other side of the gym.  Every step became harder as the gym started to spin.  She needed the iron.  Needed to crush it in her hands.  Make it pay for what it did to her. 


   She stepped up to the bar and grabbed it just before she blacked out.  Feeling the power return to her limbs, she felt more energized than ever.  Without a second thought she pushed up on the bar, lifting it out of the stand like it weighed nothing.  She brought the bar off of her shoulders and pushed it up over her head, repping the weight until she became bored.  And with the boredom came the anger.  Nothing was heavy enough.  And when she looked down at herself as she casually held the massive load over her head with one hand, she noticed that she still looked the same.  Where were the muscles?  She was lifting weights that would make even the biggest and baddest men run in the opposite direction, but she still looked like a stick figure.  And this just made her angrier.  She wanted huge muscles.  Not just huge, gigantic.  Annihilate the records to the point that they would never be broken again. 


   "I'm sick of this!  I want what's mine!" 


   She slammed the weight down into the stand,  reached down to grab one side of the rack, and proceeded to lift the entire thing up over her head! 

[sgaww]

 :bravo:Great start!

[wkm1959]

Another Suggestion, how about Jamie getting into a posing bikini,  standing in front of a full length mirror & flexing each body part to the size she desires ?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Really love your stories, and this one is no different, really enjoyed reading Jamie going nuts, growing impossibly strong and muscular in a short amount of time, that always gets my attention. I hope there is more to her story, k+!

[sgsg69]

Very nice start, interesting premise for her splinter, can't wait to see the next installment.............K+

[jhunter]

Love the story so far. Hope for more soon.

[shamus0013]

Great start! Really hoping to see more of this!

[Yuii-chann]

Awesome

[wowser1016]

This is certainly interesting and quite different from the norm. Need more of this. K+!