Finish What You Start

[WapWap]

Hi all!  Sorry for the extended absence.  Work has been all-consuming and I just haven't had the energy or inspiration to write.  But here's the beginning of a story that has recently been forming in my mind.  This one might be on the violent side as it evolves.  Hope you enjoy the twists and turns.   

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Finish What You Start
By WapWap


Thirteen year old Lexi was an angry girl.  Her home life was lonely and miserable, with both her parents working two jobs to make ends meet.  They loved their two kids, but economic reality meant that they were largely absent from their childrens' lives.   Lexi's brother Grant was 10 years her senior.  While he still lived at home, Grant had very little use for his little sister.  For her part, Lexi worshipped him.   Unfortunately, Grant was a poor role model for an impressionable young girl to emulate.  He had no job; not a legal job anyway.  Grant was a bodybuilder, a bully and a drug dealer.  He was the go-to guy for illegal anabolic steroids, which he freely took himself.  Grant's steroid abuse long ago turned him into a mountainous mass of aggression.  His muscle and his violent behavior were normalized to Lexi over the course of her life, and she found herself aspiring to both. 

Adding to Lexi's misery was a crippling awkwardness that came from her gawky body.  She stood taller than her classmates for as long as she could remember.  Children can be cruel to anyone who is different, so her height and lanky frame made Lexi a target.  The catty mean girls made sure Lexi knew that her lower middle-class clothes and plain looks made her a second-class citizen at school.  She didn't know how to stand up for herself, so she stayed in the shadows, trying to keep her head down away from anyone's attention. 

Lexi's frustration with life needed an outlet.  When Lexi's body blossomed in middle school, her uncertainty about life itself reached a crescendo.  She needed something to break the cycle of awkwardness and resentment that consumed her.  She watched Grant pump iron when he was angry.  If it worked for him, then why not her?  She started to work out with Grant's weight set when he wasn't home.  Years of watching him were all the coaching she needed.  Lexi's tall, lanky body responded incredibly well to the iron and by her freshman year of high school, she was a well-muscled teen.  Not that anyone could tell.  She still tried to live in the shadows.  Eventually though, Lexi's growing strength gave her the confidence to push back against the kids who bullied her.

One day at the beginning of her freshman term, Lexi was in the girls' restroom.  A pack of some of the nastier girls came in and began primping in the mirror.  At first they just snickered at Lexi, but it didn't take long for them to openly mock her.  Lexi snapped and spun around to the ringleader.

"Leave me alone!  What did I ever do to you!"  She said in despair.

"Aww, poor baby," the pretty blonde cooed with a pouty face, "Are we hurting your feelings?"

"That's it bitch!"  Lexi screamed, as she unzipped her hoodie and shrugged it off.  For the first time, Lexi's classmates saw the lean, ropy muscles of her long and vascular arms.

"Holy shit!"  one of the other girls stammered, "She has muscles like a boy!  What the hell!"

The pretty blonde shook her head with a sneer.  "I guess when you're that plain looking, you've got to do something to get attention."

"Fuck.  You."  Lexi said as a malicious grin spread on her face.  She stepped up to the pretty blonde and put her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders, then pushed with all her might.  Lexi intended to shove her tormenter against the stall partition behind her.  But her strength, enhanced by anger, was far more potent than Lexi realized.  The pretty blonde hit the partition so hard it broke in half and she went tumbling over the toilet and onto the floor.  All of the girls screamed in terror as their leader lay crumpled on the bathroom floor in a daze.  Lexi was shocked by her own display of strength...and she liked it.  She turned around and grabbed the nearest girl by the front of her blouse and pulled her up until they were face to face.  Lexi's biceps flexed into hard peaks as she tensed them, causing a hush among the crowd of girls.

"The next time any of you gives me shit, I'm going to pound the life out you.  Do you hear me?"

The girl dangling from Lexi's fists was mesmerized by the muscular arms gripping her.  She reached up in fright and grabbed onto Lexi's baseball sized biceps.  They were harder than any part of a girl's body should be.  Distracted by Lexi's muscle, the pretty girl didn't answer quickly enough.  Lexi shook her so hard her teeth rattled.

"I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME!"

"YES!!!"  The smaller girl cried.

Lexi let the girl drop to the ground.  She glared at the group surrounding her with arrogant self-assurance.  Lexi picked up her hoodie and slipped it back on as she silently walked out of the bathroom.  She wasn't shaken by the incident in the least.  Rather, Lexi was completely energized.  Showing off her power gave her a rush like she'd never felt before.  No wonder Grant was a bully.  Dominance felt so good!  Lexi spent the rest of the day expecting to get called to the office for fighting, but the call never came.  The mean girls were too afraid of Lexi to report it.  The story had definitely spread among the students.  By the afternoon, Lexi noticed that kids were staring at her and quickly moving out of her way. 

"So, this is what respect feels like."  She thought with haughty pleasure. 

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[discussme320]

I love dominant girls. Can't wait to see more

[bucknut]

What a great start.  Hope to see her brother help her get all juiced up.

[phil123]

Great start and would like to read how Lexi will grow and get really big and dominant.

[WapWap]

Lexi was bursting with glee about her day as she walked home.  She was dying to tell Grant what she had done.  If anyone would understand the euphoria of exercising physical intimidation, it would be him.  As she rounded the corner to her house, she was brought up short by a shocking sight.  The street in front of her home was full of police cars, reporters and a crowd of curious neighbors.  Her parents were there talking to men in suits.  Then she saw Grant, in handcuffs, being roughly shoved into the back of a police cruiser. 

"Grant!"  Lexi screamed as she ran up to the house.  Her father intercepted her before she could reach her brother. 

"This your daughter?"  one of the detectives asked.

"Yes sir."  Lexi's mom answered.  "This is our daughter Lexi.  She's in high school, and she's been there all day."

The detectives nodded and walked away as Lexi's parents hustled her into the house. 

Lexi was inconsolable as her parents explained that Grant was being charged with felony drug distribution, making terroristic threats and witness tampering.  When they told her that he may never come home again, Lexi fell into a stoic silence.  As far as she was concerned, her entire world had collapsed.  She turned away from her parents and shut herself in her room.  Over the next several days, Lexi's parents tried to comfort her, to no avail.  They were literal strangers who didn't understand Lexi's needs.  She couldn't have cared less about their platitudes if she tried. 

One evening, after her parent had gone to bed, Lexi quietly snuck out of her room and went into Grant's room.  She crawled into his bed.  It had his scent and that comforted her.  Lexi scanned the still room, trying to find some tangible connection to her brother to help fill the void she was agonizing over.  Her eyes fixed on his weight equipment and an idea began to coalesce in her mind.  If the world took Grant away from her, then she would work even harder to emulate the brother she idolized.  With him gone, all that weightlifting equipment could be hers whenever she wanted to use it.  Then it hit her.  Lexi knew the police had searched Grant's room, along with the rest of the house; it was still a mess.  She knew where Grant kept his most important stash of drugs and wondered if the police had found it.  She went into his closet and pried away a false soffit on the ceiling.  Packages of anabolic steroids, hypodermic needles and cash were still inside.

"Oh my God!"  She thought.  "There are enough steroids here to last me my whole life!" 

The police would inevitably come back here to search again.  She collected the stash of steroids and money and hid it all in the basement.  The next day, she asked her parent if they would help her move all of Grant's weightlifting equipment to the basement, where she could use it freely.  They were grateful for any sign of positivity from Lexi, so they agreed immediately and hired movers to get it done.  Every piece of additional equipment Lexi asked for was granted without question.  In short order, Lexi had her own well-equipped gym and the privacy to use it how she wanted.  That included shooting up steroids. 

While Lexi had learned an incredible amount about weightlifting from watching Grant, she knew nothing about how to use steroids.  She gleaned just enough from the internet to be dangerous and started regular injections.  Lexi went from having "workouts" to brutal hours long sessions moving tons of iron.  The results were spectacular.  By the middle of her sophomore year in high school, Lexi was the largest girl on campus.  At 5'10 and 150 pounds of swollen beef, her heavily muscled physique rivaled that of any boy in school.

Lexi was no longer the awkward, retiring girl with no confidence.  Now, she was an arrogant muscle beast who enjoyed intimidating her classmates.  She craved their fear of her.  She was becoming Grant.  A year and a half of steroid abuse also had its dark side.  The worst of the side effects was the raw aggression that became harder and harder for her to control.  One day, that control was lost completely.

[giantgirl7foot2]

Oh god, YES!

[bucknut]

Just keeps getting better

[thebaron]

Nice story.

[Jeremy Lightning]

150 at 5'10 isn't really all that huge, I mean not in terms of female bodybuilding, that's more of a physique that is on the lighter looking side, at least in my opinion. But the rest of the description is quite nice. k+!

[WapWap]

Jeremy, you're completely correct.  I mistyped and missed it in editing.  I HATE editing mistakes.  I'll repost the section with the corrected stats.

This made me wonder how other authors handle height and weight of their characters.  Some of us write about women who are unusually tall.  We know what "normal height" FBBs weigh.  But how do you account for more height.  My method has always been to think about the physiques that are the most compelling to me.  I divide their weight by their height in inches to get a weight per inch factor.  Then, whenever I'm writing about a character of a certain height, I think about the "body type" I want them to be, and use that weight per inch factor.  Here are some examples:

Aleesha Young
150#/5'3 (63") = 2.38

Paige Dumars
200#/5'3 (63") = 3.17

Natalia Trukhina
205#/5'5 (65") = 3.15

Kaitlyn Vera
184#/5'6 (66") = 2.79

Blakelee Ortega
165#/5'9 (69") = 2.39


So if I want a Natalia Trukhina type physique on a 6'3 body, she should weigh about 236 pounds.

And that's how I overthink things.   

[WapWap]

So as I mentioned above, I'm reposting the last section of the story with corrected stats for Lexi.  Sorry for the confusion, but I want the story to read correctly.

Thanks Jeremy!!


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Lexi was bursting with glee about her day as she walked home.  She was dying to tell Grant what she had done.  If anyone would understand the euphoria of exercising physical intimidation, it would be him.  As she rounded the corner to her house, she was brought up short by a shocking sight.  The street in front of her home was full of police cars, reporters and a crowd of curious neighbors.  Her parents were there talking to men in suits.  Then she saw Grant, in handcuffs, being roughly shoved into the back of a police cruiser. 

"Grant!"  Lexi screamed as she ran up to the house.  Her father intercepted her before she could reach her brother. 

"This your daughter?"  one of the detectives asked.

"Yes sir."  Lexi's mom answered.  "This is our daughter Lexi.  She's in high school, and she's been there all day."

The detectives nodded and walked away as Lexi's parents hustled her into the house. 

Lexi was inconsolable as her parents explained that Grant was being charged with felony drug distribution, making terroristic threats and witness tampering.  When they told her that he may never come home again, Lexi fell into a stoic silence.  As far as she was concerned, her entire world had collapsed.  She turned away from her parents and shut herself in her room.  Over the next several days, Lexi's parents tried to comfort her, to no avail.  They were literal strangers who didn't understand Lexi's needs.  She couldn't have cared less about their platitudes if she tried. 

One evening, after her parent had gone to bed, Lexi quietly snuck out of her room and went into Grant's room.  She crawled into his bed.  It had his scent and that comforted her.  Lexi scanned the still room, trying to find some tangible connection to her brother to help fill the void she was agonizing over.  Her eyes fixed on his weight equipment and an idea began to coalesce in her mind.  If the world took Grant away from her, then she would work even harder to emulate the brother she idolized.  With him gone, all that weightlifting equipment could be hers whenever she wanted to use it.  Then it hit her.  Lexi knew the police had searched Grant's room, along with the rest of the house; it was still a mess.  She knew where Grant kept his most important stash of drugs and wondered if the police had found it.  She went into his closet and pried away a false soffit on the ceiling.  Packages of anabolic steroids, hypodermic needles and cash were still inside.

"Oh my God!"  She thought.  "There are enough steroids here to last me my whole life!" 

The police would inevitably come back here to search again.  She collected the stash of steroids and money and hid it all in the basement.  The next day, she asked her parent if they would help her move all of Grant's weightlifting equipment to the basement, where she could use it freely.  They were grateful for any sign of positivity from Lexi, so they agreed immediately and hired movers to get it done.  Every piece of additional equipment Lexi asked for was granted without question.  In short order, Lexi had her own well-equipped gym and the privacy to use it how she wanted.  That included shooting up steroids. 

While Lexi had learned an incredible amount about weightlifting from watching Grant, she knew nothing about how to use steroids.  She gleaned just enough from the internet to be dangerous and started regular injections.  Lexi went from having "workouts" to brutal hours long sessions moving tons of iron.  The results were spectacular.  By the middle of her sophomore year in high school, 15 year old Lexi was by far the biggest and buffest girl on campus.  At 5'10 and 190 pounds of swollen beef, her heavily muscled physique rivaled that of any boy in school.

Lexi was no longer the awkward, retiring girl with no confidence.  Now, she was an arrogant muscle beast who enjoyed intimidating her classmates.  She craved their fear of her.  She was becoming Grant.  A year and a half of steroid abuse also had its dark side.  The worst of the side effects was the raw aggression that became harder and harder for her to control.  One day, that control was lost completely.

[seldom]

I cube the scaling factor, since they grow in three dimensions. Then I fudge it by adding a bunch of weight, because I like them really big and heavy!

[WapWap]

Ok, next installment.  Fair warning, this one gets violent.




The creation of Spencer

Waifish was a kind way to describe Spencer Hughes.  The 16 year old high school junior was a small boy at 5'1 and barely 100 pounds.  He knew that his adolescent growth spurt, which had never really started, probably never would.  It was an embittering fact of life that he would be scrawny forever.  It didn't help matters that he was immensely uncoordinated and painfully shy.  He would watch in amazement as other kids interacted with each other with apparent ease.  He became utterly tongue tied if he had to navigate a social situation.  A social situation with girls involved was even worse and bordered on unthinkable.  Spencer was invisible to the world, or so he felt.  What no one could see was the brilliant mind at work in his head.  Spencer was a gifted programmer and graphic artist.  They were two passions that he could indulge in the seclusion he was so comfortable with.  Spencer's parents worried about the health of their little boy and they pushed him to spend time outside.  If they didn't force him, he would actively avoid any physical exertion. 

The first day of Spring Break was gorgeous.  The sun was out and drove away the last remnants of winter's chill.   Spencer's mother turned off his computer hustled him out of the house. 

"Go meet people."  She begged Spencer.  "At least get some vitamin D." 

Spencer was at his wits end with his mom.  He was so close to finishing a programming challenge, why did he have to stop now!  He knew he wouldn't win by fighting with her.  Maybe if he just went outside, he could sit quietly and continue to solve the problems in his head.  Mom could make him go outside, but she couldn't control what he was thinking about.  He walked off to his favorite quiet spot outside the house, a small clearing that overlooked a stream.  It was near home but felt like another world.  No one ever came here.  It was like Spencer's own private garden.  As he sat and pondered, his thoughts kept veering away from his programming.  More and more, Spencer was preoccupied with the cruel unfairness of his life.  It led to angry feelings that he had no idea how to express.

Lexi finished her morning arms and shoulders workout.  Her upper body was pumped and vascular, but she still had energy and aggression to burn off.  She decided to take advantage of the gorgeous day and run.  Her powerful legs made quick work of ten miles.  The run felt good, but GOD she wanted to hit something.  Lexi turned for home but decided to make a quick stop at a spot she had discovered a couple of weeks ago.  She found a serene little clearing by a stream and was amazed how the quiet solitude allowed her to clear her mind.   

Lexi walked out of the woods and into the clearing, only to see a boy sitting right in the middle of it.  She recognized the emaciated little twig as an upperclassman from school.  And now, here he was. In the middle of HER spot. 

"Motherfucker!"  she whispered under her breath.  She was in no mood to talk to some pipsqueak.   She started to turn around but paused.  "Why the fuck am I leaving?  I could break that little shit.  He should leave."

An evil thought crossed Lexi's mind, and an equally wicked smile formed on her lips.  She quietly walked up behind the small boy and let her wide shadow cast him into darkness. 

"A perfect fucking metaphor for what's about to happen to you, twerp."  She thought to herself gleefully.

Spencer's thoughts were a million miles away when he noticed a chill descend on him.  He realized the sun was gone and that he as sitting in the only shadow in the clearing.  Then her heard a sound, breathing, heavy breathing, like an animal.  Spencer jumped in fright and spun around to face...a girl?

"Oh god!"  Spencer thought as he gazed straight ahead, eye level with her thick neck.  He slowly looked up into cold grey eyes, eyes that were so far above his own.  This giant had the face of a pretty-ish girl, with shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail.  But the body was NOT a girl's.  She had the body of Spencer's fantasy; the body HE dreamed of owning.  But how could a girl be shaped like that?  Spencer recognized her from school.  She had a reputation as a dangerous bully, so he worked very hard to avoid her, as did everyone he knew.  But now, here she was a mere three feet from him.  He never felt smaller in his life.  Spencer couldn't help but scan her mammoth physique from top to bottom.  The taut straps of her sports bra emphasized the height and breadth of her hulking traps.  Her upper body was the shape of an exaggerated V.  The arms that hung from her torso were unimaginably big; huge balls of shoulder muscle led into thick biceps that had to be as big as both of his legs combined.  Thick blue veins wrapped around her arms like writhing snakes.  Deeply set blocks of muscle decorated her midsection, two, four, six, eight of them.  Sweat dripped in rivulets down her torso and into the channels between those abs, before disappearing into her tight shorts.  The legs supporting this titan were heavily ridged and so big around, it was as though two of him were holding her up.  It was only after he returned his eyes to meet hers that he realized the expression on this girl's face was one of pure, unadulterated hate. 

"What are you looking at twerp?"  Lexi asked threateningly.  This bag of bones would be fun to push around.  Lexi stepped closer to Spencer, so close that her could feel the heat radiating from her body.  "See something that scares you?"  Lexi flexed her pecs, making the inch-deep muscles on her chest heave up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm.  Spencer gasped at the display, inhaling a full measure of her sweaty scent in the process. 

Lexi's voice was deep and full of venom.  "This is my spot, you fucking stick.  Who said you could be here?"

Spencer was more frightened than he had ever been.  First off, a girl was actually talking to him and had asked him a question.  Second, the girl was bigger than a gorilla.  Third...

"Wait a minute," Spencer thought to himself, "This is my special place!"

Spencer locked eyes with the muscular interloper.  Two things happened to him for the very first time and at the worst possible moment: he discovered his backbone and he found the words to express himself.

"I have every right to be here!"  Spencer squeaked in defiance.  "You can't tell me to leave...just because you're bigger than me."  Spencer barely got the last part the sentence out.  He realized too late that it might be the wrong thing to say to someone SO much bigger than him.

Lexi was taken aback that the little twig of a boy actually had the balls to talk back to her.  If Lexi had been in her right mind, she might have been impressed by the little guy's spunk.  But in her steroid-fueled rage, Spencer's audacity was like pouring gasoline onto a blazing fire.   

"You're gonna tell me what I can and can't do?"  Lexi spat.

She hoisted her arms up quickly and snapped her biceps into a hard flex.  Thick piles of muscle bulged upwards on her arms, then she violently flared out her wide lats.  In an instant, Spencer saw the behemoth double in size. 

"I'm not just bigger than you.  You're NOTHING compared to me!  LOOK AT HOW BIG THESE MUSCLES ARE!"  Lexi barked.

Spencer almost wet himself at the terrifying display of power.

"Feel how hard this bicep is!  This is 17 inches that says 'I'm the boss'!"  Lexi yelled as she grabbed one of Spencer's wrists.  She yanked his hand up and rubbed it on the sweat-slicked peak of her bicep.  Spencer had never felt human flesh so hard.  It was horrifying, and...so...hot!  Lexi threw his hand down like an offending bug. 

"What do you have, Mr. 'I have rights'?"  Lexi gripped Spencer's upper arm in a crushing grip and squeezed hard.  Spencer screamed in pain as Lexi's powerful hand ground down on him.  "Is your bicep even 6 inches?  Is it even a bicep?"  She pushed Spencer away from her. 

"Please," Spencer pleaded with his tormenter as he rubbed his bruised upper arm, "This place is special to me."

Lexi wrapped a hand around Spencer's neck.  Her fingers were so long, and Spencer's neck so narrow, that her fingertips overlapped in the back.  Spencer gasped in shock, but any sound was choked off when Lexi squeezed and compressed Spencer's neck in her grip.  He immediately turned purple as air and blood were cut off from his head.  Lexi easily lifted the slight boy up to her eye level.

"If this spot is so special to you," She said with a sneer, "then I'll plant you in it!"

Lexi effortlessly extended her arm and its tiny passenger upward, then powered her arm down.  Spencer's legs flailed in the air as he was slammed head-first into the ground. 

"Damn, it looks like that hurt."  Lexi said with dripping sarcasm.  "You ok down there?"

The concussion Spencer suffered caused his limbs to twitch uncontrollably as he fought for breath through a trachea crushed by Lexi's grip.  Spencer had never felt so much pain in his life.  He heard Lexi's question, but couldn't gather the breath to respond.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, YOU LITTLE SHIT!  ANSWER ME!"

Lexi kicked Spencer onto his back and leaned over him.   She grabbed the front of Spencer's shirt and lifted his limp body off the ground.

'If you won't talk, then you don't need this mouth."

As Lexi dangled Spencer from one fist, she repeatedly punched him in the face with the other. Lexi's murderous fist was as big as the side of his face.  Like a sledgehammer it drove into Spencer over and over, breaking bone with every strike.  Only when Spencer's face was a bleeding mass of hamburger did she stop.  Blood flowed freely from Spencer's head and there was no movement in his body. 

"Oh no you don't, you little fuck."  Lexi's vicious smile turned sickly sweet.  "You don't get to go to sleep without giving me a hug." 

She pulled the limp body into her pythonic arms, curling them around the poor boy in a brutal bearhug.  Lexi's biceps and triceps were so thick, they covered Spencer's arms from shoulder to elbow.  Lexi could feel Spencer's labored breathing through the armored muscles of her chest.  Perfect.  Lexi power flexed her biceps into solid boulders and tightened her arms together.  Both of Spencer's humerus bones snapped under the onslaught.  The pain forced a wail of terror from the savagely abused Spencer.  Lexi relaxed her grip, then flexed her torso into a rock wall of muscle.  She tightened her arms again until she felt Spencer's ribs break, each cracking in turn.

"YES!!"  She growled in pleasure as she dropped the broken body from her arms.  Lexi stomped around the clearing flexing into most muscular poses.  "THAT FELT SO GOOD!"  She threw her head back, clenched her fists and flexed hard as she roared like a warrior in victory.  Spencer's body barely looked like a boy any longer.  His limbs splayed at unnatural angles and his face was totally unrecognizable as human.  Lexi looked down at Spencer with absolutely no remorse.  She could barely make out a mewling sound coming from him. 

"You still breathing chump? " Lexi asked the incoherent boy.  "Like my brother always told me, never stop.  Just keep chopping wood!"

Lexi grabbed Spencer by the ankles, wrapping both of them in her hands.  She squeezed them so tight that she heard another crack.  Then she twisted her big body, hauled him by the legs over her head and slammed the boy down onto the ground like an axe.  Spencer was still.  Lexi let go of the boy's ankles as the steroid-rage began to ebb.

"Holy shit."  She whispered.  Lexi stared down at the bloody and broken wreck that was an innocent boy just 10 minutes ago.  She laughed nervously.  "What the fuck did I do."

Lexi kicked the body over and put her foot on his chest.  She could barely feel that Spencer was still breathing.  For a brief moment she considered crushing his chest and putting him out of his misery.  But with her sanity returning, she couldn't bring herself to kill him outright.  Lexi removed her foot and backed out of the clearing as a shiver ran up her spine. 

"That's what you get for talking back to me, bitch."  She said with false bravado.  Then Lexi ran home wondering what to do next.

It didn't take long for Spencer's body to be discovered.  Within an hour of his leaving home for the clearing, his parents started worrying.  Not long after Lexi fled, they found his body there.  Spencer Hughes became the talk of the town.  The police couldn't tell if he had been attacked by man or beast.  Spencer regained consciousness a week later, but he could tell the police nothing.  He said he had no memory of what happened at the clearing. 

Lexi knew she had gotten away with almost murder.  It was another thrill.  But Lexi also knew she was tempting fate.  She had made huge physical gains with the steroids, but now it was time to back off of them for a while.  She was still a growing girl and the drugs she had taken had given her a solid base to continue building on.  Besides, she had been approached by her school's basketball coach to join the team.  She had never been a fan of team sports, but if she could dominate on the court like she did in the gym, she might be able to get part of college paid for.  Lexi felt like she was on top of the world.

[nebulasparks]

Not sure why she's so aggressive (murderous), especially when there was no real reason for it. They're steroids not psycho-pills, lol. I get it's fiction, but why would she go from being murderous to calm a few seconds after finishing him. And if they had both considered that their spot, wouldn't they have seen each other already? Hence, he would not be going there any more?

[giantgirl7foot2]

That was terrifyingly exciting to read. Love how effortlessly she lifted and crushed the poor boy. Can't wait for even more growth!