[FP909] Cynthia Chronicles

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Alexis and Cynthia had been an item for years, first as casual friends, and then a budding relationship when Alexis asked Cynthia out in the eighth grade. It had taken him almost the entire school year to build up the courage to ask her out, but mostly because he was afraid she'd not want to be friends anymore if she found out that he liked her that way. But, it all worked out, she had been wanting to ask him too but just didn't muster the courage at the same rate, and that was the beginning of a unique, beautiful relationship.

Both were, what you would call, physical specimens. Alexis was a star wrestler but also a good musician, an aspiring bodybuilder but also with dreams of going to med school.  He worked hard on his body and his mind and was in the top five percent of his high school class.

If Alexis was amazing, however, Cynthia was another level above. She was school valedictorian, with the most perfect grade point average on record--it wasn't that she was smart, she wasn't a genius or anything, but she worked hard, found what worked for her to learn things, and made sure to execute as best she could. But where she really shined was on the field.

Soccer star? Check. Basketball savant? Absolutely. Baseball star? That's right, with the school lacking a softball team she played with the boys and batted over .300 with fifteen home runs. Not only that, she was physically just..superior than her boyfriend, or really anyone else they knew. She piled on muscle at an alarming rate--Alexis' dreams of being a bodybuilder were partially fed by trying to keep up with Cynthia who was always a few pounds, a few inches ahead of him. Between them she was the first to bench press 225 pounds for reps, hit 15 inch biceps and shop in the men's large section for clothes.

Now, both Alexis and Cynthia were in their final year of university together, both 21 years old, and both in the best shape of their lives. Alexis was a shade over six feet, around 215 pounds of solid muscle that was ready to hit the bodybuilding stage. His dark, medium length hair--a point of pride--was always kept neat and trimmed. He had grown into a quiet but confident young man that could be cheeky and flirty when he wanted to.

Meanwhile, Cynthia had topped out at around 5'8" but more than made up for it in overall size--she too weighed in at 215 pounds of rock-solid muscle but packed on a smaller, short frame. Not only did she have bigger muscles than her boyfriend, they looked dramatically larger because they were situated on shorter limbs and smaller joints. She was poised to be a bodybuilding pro before graduating college and making a serious push at being the youngest Ms. Olympia on record.

Alexis was at their modest apartment making dinner for them both--steaks and veggies and rice--while Cynthia was just walking in the door after an extra late workout after a late class. She tossed her gym bag on the floor and walked to the kitchen to grab a drink of water.

"How was the workout?"
"Ok, I got a good pump but I felt pretty distracted," Cynthia said before guzzling a glass of cold water. She had her musty workout smell that mixed with her perfume and body wash, and Alexis found it intoxicating.

"Well, dinner is almost ready so don't go very far," he said, plating one fo the steaks and checking on the other.

"Thank goodness, I'm starving," Cynthia said, gratefully. She was wearing one of Alexis' stringers and a bra underneath, and she reached under the stringer and pulled off her sports bra, and tossed it on a chair. "I hate wearing those things, especially on pull day, they cut into my lats."

"Then don't wear them," Alexis said with a chuckle.

"Ok, we BOTH know that I can't just be showing up to the gym like this," she replied, leaning against the counter next to him. "Just because I have the best chest for a thousand miles doesn't mean I don't have to play by the rules, I gotta cover up!"

"Well, no one is forcing you to wear my shirts either, why not just wear a t-shirt and ditch the bras altogether?"

Cynthia frowned. "You know I hate being covered up like that in workouts, it's hard to breath, besides, I'd have to buy like a dozen new shirts. Do you actually have any idea of how big I am right now?"

Alexis hadn't forgotten who was the larger of the two and he glanced over at her as she glanced at her slightly dirty hands and then turned her back to him to wash them. Her back was so wide that he couldn't see her forearms at all, and the stringer wasn't very large at all compared to her back, basically just falling between her shoulder blades and bunching up around her waist.

To say he was envious was an understatement, but he was never really jealous of her. He was doing the best with what he had, but she just had better. And he was proud of all her hard work and accomplishments, even if they overshadowed his own.

Satisfied that her hands were clean, she grabbed the plate with the steak on it and scooped on some rice and veggies before sitting down. Her huge bicep bulged as she picked up the plate and his eyes followed it.

"Babe, how big are your arms right now?"

"Like...right now right now?"

"Sure, why not?"

Cynthia set the plate down and went to the draw to pull out their faded tape measure, often used. As Alexis plated the second steak she wrapped it around her arm and flexed to get a measurement. "Hm...likes like a bit over 22 inches pumped, but probably more around 21 inches cold I think," she told him.

"Jesus," he whispered. He remembered the first day that she had surpassed him in arm size--she had been the first to hit 16 inches and she never let him forget it. He had vivid memories of her standing behind him on her tiptoes so their height would match and her bicep rising up behind his like a mountain. Now she had about three inches on him and it felt like he would never catch up. He sat across from her as they started eating--as usual they both dug in and ate in silence, both starving after trips to the gym. Not ignoring each other just enjoying the food.

While he ate, Alexis stole glances at Cynthia's physique--her huge shoulders that bulged as she hunched over and forked chunks of meat into her mouth, then her pecs--thicker and wider than his own--as she leaned back in her chair. The straps of the stringer fell toward the middle of her chest so her nipples were fully exposed. They had been another point of contention for him as they both got larger and he remembered once sending a cropped photo of her topless torso to someone that didn't know her and they had asked whether they (well, she) was competing in men's physique or bodybuilding. That had irked him a little bit but he also found it totally hot.  His dick became erect just thinking about the memory.

He had stopped eating and Cynthia noticed, his eyes focused on her but not quite on her. She leaned back in her chair and casually stretched her arms overhead and folded them behind her head and flexed her biceps. That's where his eyes were glued.

"Still getting hardons for this little ol bod?"

"Little," Alexis chuckled. "Yeah, all the time."

"You're still getting crap from your buddies because your girlfriend has a physique that belongs in the Mr. Olympia lineup?"

"Yeah well, they can suck it because, and I dunno if you have noticed, they aren't exactly dating beauty queens."

Cynthia snorted, almost spitting up the little bit of water she had sipped. "They couldn't handle any of this anyway. Can't even bench as much as me either," she said, leaning forward a bit and bouncing her pecs for him, one of his favorite moves, her beefy, heavy pecs jumping violently with every bounce. Alexis froze again. "What, I got you all tongue tied and your nuts in a bundle again? Is it this chest? These twenty two inch pythons?" she asked, flexing a double biceps at the table, her arms bigger than her head.

"Fuck me," Alexis whispered, and practically jumped across the table to make out with his muscle stud girlfriend.

The sex was good that night, maybe better than it had been in months. The quality tended to come and go with their steroid cycles, and right now their libidos were sky high. Alexis, like most times, was the bottom with Cynthia riding him like a damn horse, flexing her muscles over him as she talked about how jacked she was. She knew what got him off, and he wasn't embarrassed to admit what made his balls tingle. In fact, it was very public knowledge that he was turned on by how aggressive and dominant she could be, aside from how she looked.

Their long session turned into the two of them sleeping like the dead that night, and the next morning they both woke up at their respective times, ready to attack the day. As usual, Cynthia was up much earlier, ready for her morning shift at the gym. She threw on her usual uniform, a polo shirt that barely fit (the gym didn't have anything larger), and booty shorts with sneakers. She left with her gym bag in tow for a lter workout and her back for class and made the sort of lengthy walk across campus.

It was the time of year for prospective students to explore campus with their families and that had to do a bit with her early start. The rec center was a part of the tour so she went in early to make sure the gym wasn't a total disaster and the reception area was respectable--after all, as the student manager she had some responsibility. With the first tours scheduled around ten, she had a few hours before anyone came in to take a look.

So she was surprised when a pair of women--a pretty woman with color in her hair but some lines on her face and her similarly pretty but rail-thin daughter (presumably) walked in among the groups of regulars, going straight to the desk where she worked on homework. Both women gaped when they got up close and realized that the hulk at the desk was one of the hottest women they had ever seen, her arms close to bursting her sleeves as she worked through an assignment.

"Ahem, excuse me, are you the manager?"

"Hi! Yes, I'm Cynthia," she said, sticking out a hand and popping her left pec so that her name tag would bounce up and down and draw their eyes. She loved showing off and causing a little fuss, and both these women were really hot. "Well, the student manager anyway, but I'm the only one here now. Are you a new student?"

"Yes, well, my daughter would be, this is Allison. Say hi, dear," the mom said. "I'm Dolly."

"Good to meet you both! And congratulations on getting accepted!"

Allison seemed really shy as her mother kept speaking for her. "Allison was thinking about starting to work out when she got here so we just wanted to take a tour of the gym, but we're a bit early," Dolly explained.

"Well, it's not too busy yet," Allison, turning her wrist to look at her watch which made her forearms ripple. "I could give you a short tour, if you like," she suggested with a shy smile to both of them.

They both blushed and accepted, and soon Cynthia had both women in tow going through the large and well-equipped gym. As they moved through the free-weights area Dolly cleared her throat.

"So did you get so big working at this gym here?"

Cynthia laughed. "Sort of, I work out here when it's convenient but I'm also a member of a hardcore gym nearby that has some heavier weights."

"Oh I suspected as much, none of this looks very heavy for you," the mother joked, with a little bit of flirt in her tone.

"Mom, stop you're embarrassing me!" Allison half mumbled.

"Oh nonsense, women should be building each other up, isn't that right Cynthia?"

"Your mom has a point, if you want to be a regular here you gotta build up some self-confidence, even if it means being a little embarrassed by your mother."

"Maybe if you're lucky," Dolly suggested, "Cynthia here will take you under her wing and you'll be a real gym rat!"

Despite not being able to take her eyes off of Cynthia's physique Allison shook her head. "I dunno if I want to be that big."

"It's not for everyone sure, but I do this for me and no one else. That makes it easier to reach my goals."

"See? She gets it. I used to be a bit of a gym rat myself back in the day."

"I could tell," Cynthia said, eyeing her up and down.

They wrapped up the personal tour and said their goodbyes. Cynthia passed on her card hoping that Allison would be there in the next semester to look her up (after all it was Cynthia's final year) and then both women walked out the door. Cynthia was about to return to her homework when she heard the door open again and the mom came walking back in.

"Sorry," she said, looking apologetic but staring directly into Cynthia's eyes. "I just have to use the bathroom before we go out again, can you show me where it is again?"

Cynthia grinned. "Sure, why don't you follow me."

This time, Cynthia brought her to the staff bathroom, back among the offices and away from prying eyes. It was a single occupancy bathroom, and Cynthia ushered Dolly in, went in herself, and closed and locked the door behind her.

"You seem like a woman who knows what she wants," Cynthia said, leaning against the door. "So, what is it you really want?"

"Um...well I want to see those bulging muscles of yours. You're the biggest woman, no person I've ever seen!"

"So, what you want to see is one of these?" Cynthia said and raised her right arm to flex her cold, twenty-one inch bicep. There were a few audible pops as her massive shoulder and bicep stretched at the sleeves and started to separate seams.

"Jesus," the woman hissed. Cynthia pumped it a few times and a huge vein popped up at her elbow, another bulging up her bicep and under the sleeve. Dolly reached out to touch it but Cynthia swatted her hand away.

"Looking is free, touching is going to cost you," she grinned, and pulled the woman in close and kissed her on the lips, but just for a second. Dolly blushed, looking extremely flustered.

"I...I have a husband," she whispered.

"And I have a boyfriend, doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun, especially if you want more," Cynthia said.

Dolly looked at her eyes and a hand reached up under Cynthia's polo and clutched the younger woman's thick chest, her fingers running over Cynthia's hard nipples.

"Do you want my arms or my pecs? You have to chose one or the other, I don't have time for both."

"But I want both," Dolly whined. "Please, give me something to think about tonight."

"What about your husband?"
"He's weak, not like you. I"ve wanted our whole marriage for him to hit the gym, and instead I have just a normal man, like I love him but I want some brawn in my life and you're literally right here," the woman went on.

"So you want a more permanent memory, huh? Okay. Well I'll admit you are a bit of a MILF. Take off your shirt," she ordered.

The woman complied without resistance. "Wow, your tits are pretty nice. Take off your bra too." Dolly took that off also, her boobs still perky despite her age. She wasn't 30 anymore but she had a great rack.

"So, you want something to remember, and you want to get closer to these big muscles of mine. How about this?"

Cynthia reached down and cupped the woman's crotch and lifted her up with one hand until she was a little higher than eye level, her bare nipples right in front of Cynthia's waiting mouth.

"Holy shit," the woman hissed again as Cynthia's hand rubbed up against her crotch. Cynthia brought her closer and started to suck on one of Dolly's waiting nipples, never breaking eye contact, her arm still flexed.  Dolly hummed with pleasure as she reached out with her left hand to squeeze and fondle the flexed bicep while reaching down Cynthia's polo to grope the thickest pec she had ever seen.

Cynthia made her pec roll and pop under the woman's hand as Dolly poked and kneaded it, the pec expanding and popping dramatically under the shirt. Cynthia started to use her thumb to rub at Dolly's damp vagina through her pants.

"Mmmf," Dolly moaned, trying to keep her mouth shut to stifle a scream of pleasure as she orgasmed in the palm of Cynthia's hand.

Cynthia set the woman down, and she almost collapsed with wobbly legs before leaning on Cynthia to recover.

"Wow," the woman breathed, laughing. "That was incredible. You're incredible."

"Well thank you, I worked hard for this body, it's nice to have someone appreciate it. I hope you remember that forever."

"Oh, I definitely won't forget," the woman said. "But....to help me remember, do you think i could take some pictures of you flexing for...research?"

Cynthia laughed at the woman's forwardness but agreed, and did some poses for her before they walked out of the bathroom together.
"Make sure your daughter looks me up next semester, I think I can help her out."

"I will certainly do that, thank you," Dolly said, licking her lips before walking out, an extra pep in her step and glow in her cheeks.

The little bit of unexpected sexual activity had Cynthia all hot and bothered all day, and when she finally returned home several hours later to find Alexis sitting on the couch watching tv she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the kitchen table.

"Whoa, what's going on?"

Cynthia told him about her earlier encounter. "I'm so fucking worked up right now and I'm in a real mood. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you tonight but first I want some more."

Alexis knew what that meant. It wasn't unusual for them to armwrestle before having raucous sex, and he could see that she was ready to dominate him physically. And she was totally worked up right now, because he rarely saw her flustered.

She slammed her elbow on the table, forearm up. "C'mon, let's go little man," she said in a playful voice, her bicep and forearm bulging, fingers wiggling.

Alexis was almost a little scared, but he knew she wouldn't intentionally try to hurt him. So he gripped her hand, his elbow on the table too. He knew she was bigger and stronger, but he always put up the best fight he could. Sometimes their matches were even pretty close!

"3, 2, 1, go!"

Both Alexis and Cynthia grunted and the table legs squeaked on the floor as they violently pushed against each other in another of their intense matches. Alexis knew he was fresh after a full rest day, and knew she had probably worked out earlier, so he might have a slight advantage tonight, and he wanted to use it if he could. He could feel the power behind her biceps and shoulders as they fought against each other and he remembered all the hard work he had put in in recent weeks to try and keep up with his girlfriend.

His arm quivered as he fought against her beefed up arm. It was hard not to be distracted by her dramatic bicep peak, the way that it filled up her sleeves, and the way the shirt was drawn taut over her enormous delts. Even her chest was straining with effort and filling up the already small shirt she was wearing.


Her face looked so intense yet calm and focused as they worked against each other. It was a competitive match, but he couldn't match both her strength and endurance. He knew that women were generally superior in terms of how much pain they could handle over a longer period of time and effort, but Cynthia had superior strength in addition to that, and after several minutes of struggling she had the upper hand and started to lower his hand to the table with a soft tap

"Still can't beat me huh? And I worked arms today, you should be all over this babe! Let's go again.

Alexis pushed against her arm and was met with a wall of power for a second time. Both of their arms and shoulders bulged as they fought against each other's strength, veins popping all over. She never broke eye contact and not twenty seconds into the match she slowly pushed his hand to the table. He was giving it all he had and still it was one of their fastest matches yet.

"I'm feeling pumped!" Cynthia shouted. "Again."

They reset and she counted down a second time. This time Alexis tried to use a little technique and leverage, using his other hand on the table for leverage and rolling his write over hers. He even gained a little bit of ground as he was able to tilt her arm a few degrees in his favor until he looked up at her and she looked absolutely bored.

"Is that all you have tonight?" she said as she reversed his course and pushed his hand to the table for a second time.

"Again," she said, putting up her left arm this time. Her nipples were erect, and highly visible under the fabric of her t-shirt. He rubbed his right arm a bit before putting his weaker left arm up. The match was even shorter than the count down, his arm slammed to the table.

"Fuck I am so hot right now," she said, reaching to the neck of her shirt and tearing it off of her like it was applied with velcro. "Look how fucking jacked I am babe!" She hit a double bicep, then a most muscular, bouncing her pecs in the pose as her traps and delts blew up  under her tanned skin. Alexis's dick hardened under the table--he knew where this would lead eventually and he was excited for it to happen soon. But she wasn't done yet.

She put her arm on the table again, looking straight at him. "Use your whole body this time. I want to see if I can overpower an entire man with just my arm."

"You what?"

"Did I stutter? I want you to pull on my arm with all of your strength and see if you can beat me."

"Do you think that's safe?"

"What, do you think you're going to break me or something? You haven't beaten me at all since high school!"

He blushed, knowing she was correct, and stood perpendicular next to her and put both of his hands on her fist.

"3....3....1....pull!"

Alexis violently yanked at her arm and the sudden change of force from one arm to an entire body was enough to catch her by surprise...but only at first. She caught herself right before she was about to hit the table and grinned.

"You almost got me," she told him, and then her bicep exploded with size as she started to push against the weight and strength of his entire body. Alexis was still giving it all of his effort and still she was fighting against him and winning, gaining ground as she pulled her arm to center. He was so focused on pulling her arm to the table that he was only now noticing that she was fidgeting in her seat. He glanced over and saw that her other, free hand wasn't even on the table for leverage, it was in her pants and she was fingering herself in the middle of their match!

"C'mon baby," she whispered to herself as her hand worked furiously in her pants, her tricep and forearm rippling with muscle. "Give me what I need! I'm so strong, so jacked, so superior!"

And incredibly, she did get what she needed as she dug deep and started to pull her hand across the table further, dragging Alexis' body with it as he still was trying to pull in the other direction. The match didn't end with a bang, but a double whimper as she dragged her fist down to the table just to kiss it and reached orgasm at the same time, and then stopped pulling all together, making Alexis fly back several feet. She slammed both her palms on the table in excitement.

"Did you see that? Did you fucking see that??"

She flexed into a more muscular pose again and then pounded her thick, muscular chest with her fist, the connections making heavy thwacks because of how dense her muscle was. Veins bulge up her neck and face and traps, and down her pecs and to her nipples.

"Holy........" Alexis gasped, trailing off.

"That's right babe, you're dating a monster! Now, you better get in that bed, you know what's coming next."

He didn't need to be told twice, and he excitedly raced off to the bedroom for another night of sexcapades.



Part 2

A few months had passed and both Alexis and Cynthia had been giving it their all in the classroom and in the gym. Alexis had finished competing and was deep into an off-season bulk while Cynthia managed to, with the help of a fresh steroid cycle, stay in a very lean condition that made her muscles pop. Not only that, she had added a few more pounds of muscle to her frame especially on her "lagging" shoulders. The effect: she now looked significantly bigger and wider than Alexis.

The cycle had a profound effect on her strength this time, and with some of the stress of the end of the school year fading away as she completed her requirements she was able to really dial in her nutrition to help elevate her training. Much to Alexis' chagrin, Cynthia's already significant lead in strength extended further. For years they had warmed up with similar weights and even their working sets were close enough in weight that they didn't have to make too many plate changes.

Now everything has changed.

Their gym was full of very strong men and the longer that Cynthia's cycle went on the more it was more appropriate for her to train alongside those monsters than with her boyfriend, who tagged along but every day he felt like he was falling farther behind.

It started with chest days, where in just a few short weeks she went from benching 275 pounds for a few reps to benching 315 for sets of ten. She was now working with double the weight he used on the pec deck, and for more reps and sets--in fact, when she did the exercise with one arm she used more weight than Alexis did with his two. When she did dumbbell presses she joined the larger, stronger men on the far right end of the dumbbell rack where the 120+ pound dumbbells resided while Alexis lagged behind, working with merely the 100s. She could overhead press 225 pounds quite easily as part of her press routine.

On arm day she was perfectly capable of curling 70 pound dumbbells for her working sets--Alexis still worked with the 50s, stuck at a plateau. On back day they used to warm up with sets of pull ups...usually three or four sets of fifteen--but now even her bodyweight wasn't enough to even get the pump started, and she did the same amount of sets and reps, but this time with one or more plates dangling between her legs. She was most proud of her deadlift, which had gone up two hundred pounds, at least. Having now pulled 650+ pounds she was fully capable of pulling 500 pounds for reps as part of her workout, which was just about Alexis' max.

Her leg days were particularly brutal. There had been several complaints against her when she used leg press because she used nearly every 45 pound plate in the gym to work. In fact, her leg press was stronger than any of the men she worked out with, nearing 1500 pounds. Her squat, which had been her weakest lift at around 350 pounds had skyrocketed after running an intense Smolov weightlifting cycle. She had recently maxed out her squat at 650 pounds while being able to rep 475 pounds easily. Meanwhile, Alexis labored with weights under 450.

All in all her training was too much for him to keep up with and though it was a huge turn on for him he was frustrated because of his lack of progress. But still, the sex was great, and she looked and felt better than ever.

He loved her confidence and her new willingness to push boundaries. One new thing that had started was that she would make small forays outside the house without a bra, sometimes without a top on at all! Maybe to get the mail or take out the trash. They had moved to a new apartment building so there were lots of new faces that didn't know her and so assumed that she was just a really jacked guy walking around the apartment complex. Outside of the building it sometimes looked like they were just two bros going out on an errand or something, though it was very clear to everyone around them that one was significantly bigger, harder, and more muscular than the other.

Once every month or so the two would do comparison measurements. Of course, Cynthia did her check-ins on her own, but it had become a tradition for them to do monthly comparisons to foster competition, though lately it had become rather one-sided. Not only was she bigger than Alexis, she was growing faster proportionately. More recently, they had started to make a little money off of their friendly competition. Months ago Cynthia had started doing webcam to make a little extra money which was actually tons more than she thought she would make at her age) and one of the most frequent requests was strength and size comparisons with Alexis.

So they set up the webcam, grabbed the tape measure and their armwrestling table, stripped off their clothes and started the stream. Cynthia was among the most visited and spent on women on the site since she started, and her simple act of logging in sent notifications to dozens, if not hundreds, of eager and waiting fans to encourage them to log in. This particular stream wouldn't allow for any private shows, but was still a paid event, and at a very fan-friendly rate she could count on hundreds of dollars from the next twenty or so minutes alone.

"Hi everyone," she chirped, waving at the camera while Alexis leaned against the table behind them. "Welcome to this month's installment of 'Who is Bigger?'! Last time...well actually the last few times...ok every time I've been bigger than my boyfriend here so at this point it's how much bigger can this little girl can get," she cooed at her large, growing audience. Tonight there were already over a hundred people in the room to watch, paying seven bucks a minute, as she twisted her hips in her bikini bottom and lacy bra that she started to strip off strap by strap. She had a character that she loved to play for her fans, kind of a ditzy semi-oblivious girl that loved to flirt, and it turned Alexis on so much, especially since his views of her bowling-ball round glutes (and all her enormous muscles) were right there for him. He was already erect, something that usually embarrassed him but it was just the reality--she was too damn hot to stop it, and he was impossibly turned on by her size.

After strip-teasing her bra off and doing a little up close flexing for the fans she sat in a chair next to him. Her feet dangled over the floor because of her shortness but their torso height was evenly matched which made her seem even bigger than usual. To any viewers it was painfully obvious that despite having a smaller frame she had broader, larger shoulders, a fuller, deeper chest, more powerful looking and thick abs, and beefier arms, even relaxed. Her slightly tanned skin made all her muscles pop. Alexis was a big guy, but Cynthia looked like an even bigger guy....well, girl.

Her pecs popped and twitched as she talked at the camera.

"Hm...what should we start with today," she asked innocently, putting her finger on her lips and looking quizzical. Her chat blew up with the most common request: arms.

"I guess you guys want us to compare arms, huh," she cooed. "Well that's easy." She reached into her bikini bottom and pulled out a damp-looking tape measure hiding someone in her crotch. She teased it in front of the camera--Alexis choked a little bit, he hadn't been expecting that stunt at all.

"Ok baby, let's see how big those biceps of yours are," she said sweetly as she turned to him. Obediently he stuck out his arm and she wrapped the tape around his upper arm. "Hm...16 inches unflexed, that's not bad, but now you have to flex it." So he did, and his bicep balled up while surrounded by the tape. "Oh, I see, 18.5 inches, that's a bit bigger than last time," she teased, kind of complimenting him but setting him up for his eventual failure.

She pulled the slick tape off of his arm, leaving a trail of her juices on his skin and handed him the tape and shimmied in her seat as she adjustered herself so that she would be able to stick her arm out for her own measurement. Even unflexed it was obvious how much bigger her arm was: a thick, meaty tricep hanging down below and a full bicep ready to turn into a tall peak at her bidding.

He dutifully wrapped the tape around her arm. "Wow....that's gotta be pretty good right?" she teased. "Not even flexing and already 18 inches around!" Alexis blushed--she had fibbed to him a little bit, her growth was more than the one inch and a bit she had told him earlier.

"Ok, lets see what we got...."

She slowly flexed her arm, milking out the experience for everyone watching. A large thick ball formed on her upper arm that grew, and grew as her forearm rose from horizontal. The growing mass pushed against the tape, adding inches and inches. It was clear that her expansion talent was much more than her boyfriend's, and her arm looked easily twice as big as it did unflexed, her bicep finally halfway up her forearm when she was done flexing. "fuck, that's hot," she giggled. "What's it say?"

"22.5 inches," Alexis breathed.

"Hm...are you sure?" she asked, and squeezed her arm even harder and her bicep bulged again, adding another half inch to her massive arm.

Alexis gulped. "23 inches," he whispered, totally emasculated, but totally turned on.

"What's that...four and a half inches bigger than my boyfriend? Hm, not only is my bicep bigger, I think since last time I grew more than he did. That's pretty hot, I think."

Her feed chimed a few times as she received tips from her fans who were also as turned on as Alexis. He turned to her. "23 inches? Are you kidding me?"

She shrugged, and her traps and shoulders bulged. "Why would I tell you for real when I could have this great reaction?" she stated, grinning. Then she turned back to the camera. "What's next everyone. Pecs? I know you all love this meaty chest," she cooed at them, bouncing her truly meaty pecs.

More tips poured in showing their agreement. Comparing chests was always a bit difficult since measuring wasn't really a great way to get people riled up, so she came up with creative ways for them to match up against each other.

THis time she pulled a ruler out from the desk and waggled it around in the air. "Time to measure," she said excitedly.

It was a modified ruler with extra large numbers and a set of numbers from 1" to 2" on each long end so that you could start from zero any which way you used it. She positioned Alexis to face her and placed one end of the ruler against his sternum, and the other against her sternum, the ends now in the valley of their pecs. Even at this point it was easy to see how much more size she had--unflexed his pecs only reached out an inch and a half at most--hers were just over two inches deep!

"Ok, now we're going to flex and see how far our pecs can go."

Now, previously, they had only done a most muscular comparison but this time she wanted to do something different. When Alexis hit his most muscular his pecs expanded another inch and a half, reaching out to just over 2.5 inches in depth. But Cynthia had other plans. She stuck her arms out and then performed a front double bicep.

"What are you doing?" Alexis asked.

"Oh, just showing everyone how thick my pecs are."
"But that just shows off your arms and shoulders, and stretches out your pecs?"

"Does it, though?"

Even with the front double bicep her chest was still an inch deep, meaning that even stretched out it was still as thick as Alexis' chest relaxed. Then she put her hands on her waist and did a lat spread. This time her chest flexed as part of the pose, bulging outward to just over two and a half inches. So even in a pose that didn't really flex her chest her pecs were as thick and deep as Alexis' fully flexed chest.

"Now for the finale," she said proudly, and clasped her hands at her waist and properly flexed her chest. It exploded outward, doubling in size, obscuring the ruler up to four inches deep! Her pecs were deep and striated, and utterly impressive. "And some extra credit."

She grunted and a bulge of muscle appeared at the top of her pecs and rolled down until it was parallel with the ruler. The bulge itself was two inches thick and at that section her chest was actually six inches deep, taking up half the ruler on her own!

"Holy shit," Alexis choked. That bulge of muscle alone was almost thicker and deeper than his flexed chest! She could totally swallow his entire erection with her chest!

The tips poured in as she debuted her latest display of humiliation, and she was giddy, knowing it had the desired effect. Her fans would be talking about this for weeks!

There was only one thing left to do now, and it was their arm wrestling match.

"Alright everyone," she said as the two of them relaxed and she put the ruler down, her chest extra pumped. She gave them a little show as she talked, making the bulge of muscle roll up and down her chest. "Now it's time to see if my boy toy here has gotten any stronger. Now, I worked out for four hours before this so I should be nice and tired. I wonder if I will be able to put up with my big, strong boyfriend on his rest day?" she pouted.

They moved to their armwrestling table and each put up their right arms. Her rear peak was facing the camera, giving her fans a view of her intimidating mountain of muscle and her rippling forearms, and huge shoulder. They locked arms.

"Are you ready baby?" she asked. He gulped and nodded as they clasped hands. "Three, two, one, go."

He launched himself at her arm and caught her by surprise and moved her arm an entire two inches down toward the table before she caught him.

"Wow, you almost got me there!" she chirped, yawning and bringing his arm back to neutral. "Maybe you should try with both arms again? That could work."

He knew he couldn't move her with one arm and that this was coming, so he brought his second arm up and used almost his whole body mass to push against her arm. Her arm bulged slightly more to accommodate him but she didn't seem to notice otherwise. She turned her head to grin at the camera. "He thinks he got me but I'm not sure he really has a chance, you know?"

Casually she brought up her left arm and flexed and unflexed it on the table. The camera got a great view of her non-working bicep growing and shrinking, rising higher than the bicep that was supposedly working hard against her boyfriend. "Wow, I can get a better pump just flexing than working against you," she teased.

Meanwhile Alexis' face had gone full tomato as he strained against her one arm. She yawned again theatrically a second time as she slowly pushed his arms to the table.  "I guess that was a pretty good fight, but I just don't see how you all find that entertaining. Are you sure you want to keep on seeing this?" she asked her adoring viewers. "Tip me if you think he should keep on trying to beat me."

Another round of tips rolled in--she looked at her counter and smiled--double what her expectations were today, a great haul.

While Alexis massaged his arms and his pride she got up close and personal with the camera, her pecs taking up a lot of the view as she closed out her broadcast with a pec bounce show. "I'll be back on tomorrow for session appointments, make sure you're on time," she cooed, and logged off.

Now, Cynthia's problem was that she didn't really encounter a lot of friction in her life--aside from the men she worked out with regularly, there was no one really pushing her except herself. No women she could look up to or compete against on a daily basis, no rivalries. That changed after the happy couple took a two week vacation and went out of town before a new school year hit and brought more students to their area. Although they were done with their schooling, for now, they had no plans to leave the college town and wanted a break away from everything.

When they returned, classes had only just started the week before so there were thousands of students back in circulation, not to mention a couple thousand fresh faces. Not that it mattered to Cynthia, but as she rushed to get back in the gym she was surprised to find that there were a few new guys that had signed up to her specific gym. And she was even more surprised to find her usual crew had already started today's session, a few guys crowded around a bench as the bar went up and down. She wasn't sure who was benching, but she was a little upset they hadn't waited for her, or told her they were starting early.

"Oh hey guys," she said with a bit of edge in her voice, "thanks for telling me we were starting early." She rolled her eyes, but she wasn't actually mad, just a little annoyed.

"Oh, sorry bro, Al here has a class later on so we started a little earlier today."

"Who's Al?" she asked, not sure who they were talking about, and just now noticing how much weight was on the bar moving up and down in slow but perfectly controlled and tempo'd reps. Four 45 pound plates a side. An additional 35 pound plate on each side. This guy was pretty strong!

"New student, freshman. Just started a couple of weeks ago while you were on vacation so new to the gym."

She nodded. It was always nice to have another lifter, she thought. As she got her stuff out and started to warm up her upper body she noticed that the reps still hadn't stopped. SHe hadn't really gotten a good look at the lifter--from her vantage point all she could see was two thick, incredibly muscular legs that disappeared into board shorts and a tank top that was filled to the brim with enormous pectorals, and the lean, meaty arms that pushed the weight up and down. This guy really was seriously strong.

"Are you sure he's just a freshman?" she asked, moving in closer.

"He? Cynthia, Al's short for Allison. Guess I should've led with that. Ya, she's a girl."

Cynthia almost choked, her heart skipping a beat. "You're telling me that's a girl on the bench?"

"Yep," one guy said.

"Eighteen years old?"

"Just turned last month."

"What the fuck..." she whispered to herself as Al finally racked the bar. Or "Allison". She sat up on the bench which made Cynthia draw in a sharp breath. This chick was broad in the most obvious sense of the word. Because she wore a huge t-shirt that was basically draped over her body like a tarp there was no clear view of her upper body, except that her shoulders were so wide across that Cynthia was sure that they reached from one end of the rack to the other. To top it off her normal-sized head looked absolutely cartoonishly tiny framed by her rising traps and also the way that her delts looked bigger than her head (even if that wasn't true). And she looked thick, and deep, mounds of pectoral muscle pushing the shirt away from her so that it hung several inches from her waist and pulled the back of her shirt against her body which helped contribute to the overall look that she was about to burst out of her shirt.

She was pretty, but plain looking without any makeup on and her dark hair in a bun and a headband. But she was short, slightly shorter than Cynthia as she stood up and cleared the bench for the next guy, who didnt even change the weight. Even Alexis had to take some weight off when working out with these guys, what kind of freak was this chick? 

Since she was late she decided not to bench with them since they were in the middle of it, so she warmed up and waited until they moved to the next exercise, incline dumbbell bench--but she had her eyes on the new girl the whole time despite not saying a word to her up to this point, mainly just talking with the regulars. She was rather quiet and didn't have a lot to add but she didn't seem intimidated or anything, but just shy for being new.

Cynthia was usually first to start so she grabbed her warm up pair of 95 pound dumbbells to get under some weight. They felt a little heavier than normal after a couple of weeks off but feeling fresh and rested was good, and after adjusting to how they felt she moved them easily. Rotating off the bench a couple of the guys went next, which was surprising since they upped the weight in each hand before Allison took her turn, instead grabbing a pair of 120s and powering through an easy set of 15 reps. Her pecs expanded so much with each rep it seemed like her chest was going to swallow her chin, her triceps bulging against her sleeves as she heaved the weights upward without difficulty.

And this is where it started to get interesting. Cynthia's next weight up was 110s for her first working set, but she didn't want to be shown up here, so instead of taking those she went for the 120s instead. Ten pounds shouldn't make that much of a difference right? But after a long layoff she was certainly feeling the extra weight and knew that she really had to concentrate. She normally did sets of ten to twelve reps but if she wanted to last in this battle she would have to avoid blowing her endurance on lower weights. After a tough but manageable set of ten reps she let the weights fall to the ground at her side. Already she could feel her chest flushed with blood.

Cynthia was really mistaken, though, about how strong she thought Allison was, because the young but stacked girl wandered to the end of the rack and grabbed the dumbbells for her next set, 150 pounds each, the heaviest on the rack. That was a huge jump per arm, more than Cynthia could handle at these heavy weights, but she sat down and easily flipped the weights to her chest and started powering through a set, this time with twenty reps! Every rep was identical, perfect, and smooth, more like the weights were fighting against her than the other way around. She was so quiet though--the only noises she made were short, sharp breaths as she completed a rep--no grunts or anything louder than the breath, at least until the weights fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Now the other guys picked up the same dumbbells for their sets which simultaneously fired Cynthia up but also made her mad--she had worked for years to be able to work alongside these guys and this barely college-age girl had just appeared and was farther along than she was! Despite all the work and all the steroids Cynthia was still a step behind the men, but this girl was right on part with them.

Not one to be shown up she stopped the guys as they moved to put away the heavy dumbbells.

"Are you sure? That's kind of a big jump even for you," one guy said.

"No no, it's fine," Cynthia said, taking a deep breath. He was right but she didn't want to admit it. She just didn't want to fail in front of this new specimen. "I'm feeling fresh today after vacation."

He shrugged and backed off enough to let her deadlift the dumbbells and lean them on her knees as she sat on the bench. She took a couple of deep breaths and nodded at a couple of guys who helped get the dumbbells to her shoulders. Benching dumbbells was definitely different and more difficult than a straight bar and as she had help hoisting the dumbbells up her arms shook with exertion as she fought against a weight she had never pressed before. She had to take it slow, and lowered the dumbbells down until her elbows were just below her shoulders and started to push against the heavy weights--as expected it was almost too much for her to overcome, but seeing as she was rather fresh she had just enough strength to grind out one rep, her muscles and tendons bulging, teeth gritted, face red and veins bulging. It was a grind of a rep but that was all she had, and as her friends plucked the dumbbells out of her hands she felt...defeated for the first time in ages. She had been, for a long time, the female specimen around, but now she had been totally overshadowed by this "little" girl.

A little girl who wasn't done with her workout. There weren't any heavier dumbbells so she had started loading two short barbells with two 45 pound plates a side, 225 pounds total. Now it was her turn to sit on the bench and wait, arms outstretched, for a pair of guys to lift each bar and put it in her grasp so that she had a makeshift dumbbell for each arm. They were large and unwieldy but the only thing that shifted as she accepted the weight was the expansion of her chest. It exploded with muscle.

Cynthia watched in amazement (and a little bit of shame) as the younger woman started to bench each barbell like a circus dumbbell. Incredibly, the weight seemed to move just as easily and smoothly as the previous weight, even though it was much heavier per arm.

This time she did a set of 20 reps without a hint of fatigue. Then once she had taken her rest she did it again, but with 245. Then again, but with 275.

"Holy fuck, this girl is a monster," Cynthia breathed.

That was her last set and the guys helped to put the plates away while Allison approached Cynthia with a sweet smile, brushing a curl of hair out of her face. She came up close and made a move to tug at her shirt and expose mounds and mounds of purple, pumped, vascular pectoral muscle that was at least four inches deep. It was a slow tug, enough to give Cynthia a few seconds of view, which made her gasp.

"Better try and keep up, I'm the new hotness around here," she said sweetly, softly. then, for no real reason other than to show off her arms she retied her bun, her biceps bulging and rolling as she fixed it up, and at the end she gave them a mighty flex, her biceps exploding with peaks larger than her head, just the bicep alone was bigger than anything Cynthia had ever seen, and there were loud rips as her biceps easily split the fabric of the sleeves. "Ooops, guess I need some bigger shirts," she quipped, "I wonder if these guys have anything big enough for me, she teased as she sauntered away.

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