You can buy this story here: Beverly and Betty Chapter 2
The story thus far:
Ever since she was a young girl, Beverly Sinclair dreamed about powerful women. From athletes to Greek goddesses, she wanted nothing more than to possess that power in a feminine form, or be around someone fitting that description. Unfortunately for her, she was diminutive and bookish to an almost comical degree.
Betty Bussey was the exact opposite: tall, blonde, beautiful, and relatively strong, she was one of, if not the, most popular girls in her high school.
Despite being polar opposites, fate brought Beverly and Betty together as roommates during their freshmen year of college. Initially they didn’t get along at all: Beverly resented Betty for being so perfect, and Betty was somewhat weirded out by Beverly’s anti-social behavior. During an accident that led to Betty teaching Beverly how to apply makeup properly, the two girls started to get along. Emboldened by her new friendship, Beverly started taking better care of herself and lifting weights, to moderate results. As Beverly continued to improve, as did the girls’ friendship.
One fateful evening, during cold winter weather in their under-heated dorm room, Beverly made the audacious suggestion that they snuggle together to share warmth. Betty agreed, and from then on their friendship began to blossom into a relationship. During Winter break apart from each other, Beverly pushed her body as far as she could, and came back stronger and harder than ever; this in turn made Betty even more attracted, and their budding romance deepened.
Inspired by Beverly’s developing hardbody, Betty decided to join her not-quite girlfriend in the gym. In a mere week, the naturally mesomorphic blonde began to see results. Turned on by each other’s bodies and hard work, the chapter ended with the girls pledging to turn their romance into a full-fledged relationship.
1.) The Day after Chapter 1
Upon Betty’s insistence, Beverly made a FaceSpace account (a popular social networking website) and the two girls publicly set their status to “In a relationship”. This act, in turn, garnered a great number of likes (virtual signs of approval) and comments from men (all of whom were Betty’s digital friends) indicating that they found the thought of the girls together to be “extremely hot”. Generally, every single comment implied that the commenter did not believe that this relationship was real, instead, that it was just a joke or the girls being quirky. It didn’t help that Beverly’s account had no friends other than Betty, and only a handful of pictures that were recently taken.
Eager to show the world that they were serious, the girls walked to lunch holding hands; Beverly’s comparatively tiny fingers interlaced with Betty’s far larger ones. Truthfully, they were both unsure of the entire thing. Betty and Beverly were doubtlessly attracted to one another, more so than to any guy at the moment, but both were uncertain if they were really bisexual. They both found men to be attractive, and deep down, harbored thoughts of having children someday in the distant future – after they were ‘established’. Still, all of that could wait; it wasn’t like either of them wanted to get married or even meet their future spouse while in college, and for the time being, they genuinely found each other to be the most attractive people around. Plus, they had the extra benefit of living together in the same dorm room, which made it far easier to engage in ‘alone time’.
Despite their efforts to legitimize their relationship in the eyes of everyone else, the girls seemed to be unable to convince anyone that they were truly dating one another, and this wasn’t some ploy for attention.
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Beverly asked that afternoon in their dorm room.
“Does what matter?” Betty replied. She was wearing nothing but a thong, her tall, glorious body on full display. There was next to no bodily fat on her form whatsoever aside from her full, perky breasts.
“The people. Their reaction. Like, they think we’re just messing around and aren’t serious. It kind of hurts, you know?”
Betty shrugged, “That’s something you’re just going to have to learn for yourself Bev. It doesn’t really matter what other people think. Do what’s best for you, and keep going. That’s how you got this far. No offense, but compare yourself today to how you were when you first got here! You’re only a hottie with a body because YOU wanted to be, not because of someone else.”
Beverly wasn’t so sure about that. After all, Betty was the one who taught her to apply makeup. Betty was the one that convinced her to get new clothes and a better hairstyle. Inadvertently, Betty was the one that enticed her to hit the gym as hard as she did.
“Yeah but… don’t you care a lot what other people think? Isn’t that why you take the time to exercise, put on makeup, wear clothing that looks nice on you, network with people, all that jazz?” Beverly inquired.
“Networking? I don’t think I do that…”
“Your social network is huge Betty! You’re a freshmen and a tremendous number of people living on campus know who you are! Plus, that doesn’t answer any of my questions!” Beverly was visibly worked up.
“Oh man, you’re so cute when you’re passionate about something.” Betty laughed, “Okay, I get what you mean by networking now. Well, that’s the thing. One of the most important lessons my parents taught me was to do all of those things BECAUSE you don’t care about other people.”
“W-what?!” Beverly was thoroughly confused.
“My philosophy is that I do me. I do me so hard that I become awesome. The awesomer I get, the more awesome people enter my life. I then use those awesome people to make myself even more awesome. It’s like, the cycle of never-ending awesome.”
Beverly blinked a couple of times.
Betty continued: “Like… how do I put this into words that don’t sound creepy…” she brought her hand to her chin, causing a feminine bicep to swell up, “By using people, I don’t mean like… manipulating them. I mean like, learning from them, getting more friends thanks to them, then learning from those people. It can be as simple as getting invited to a party by knowing a friend of a friend, or even getting a good tutor on a tough subject. Maybe I see someone wearing a hot dress, I ask them where they got it, now I know where to shop. Maybe I see a smoking hairstyle, I find out who their stylist was, now I can upgrade my hair even further. Etcetera. That’s why I don’t turn anyone down unless they’re actually dangerous or something. There’s always some way you can improve yourself by meeting someone else.”
“Are… are you using me to improve yourself?” Beverly asked.
“Well, duh! You’re already turning me from Betty Bussey into Betty Beastly!” She flexed her developing arms and grinned widely. “Plus, you already helped me score way higher on my past couple of calculus tests. You’re a better tutor than anyone else I’ve met!”
“Oh… right.”
“Hey, don’t look like that. You know I like you for you! Plus, you used me too. The make-up, clothing, hair, all that stuff. Don’t want to boast or put you down, but that was pretty much thanks to me babe.”
When Betty put it that way, it started to make more sense. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Plus…” Betty drew closer, getting down on her knees to look at Beverly eye-to-eye. “Since we’re girlfriends now, we should be using each other all the time. We can keep making each other stronger, and hotter, and maybe even smarter. Just imagine it Bev, we’ll be more jacked than most guys, AND look way better in a dress!”
Beverly smiled, “Alright, sounds good.”
Betty drew her face in, and the couple embraced in a passionate kiss.
2.) An Hour Later
“I think I’m going to go for a run. You in?” Betty asked.
Beverly thought about it for a moment, but ultimately decided that since they were dating, she probably should join. “Alright.”
Despite being a chilly January afternoon, Betty wore relatively little: a sports bra and running shorts. Beverly covered up a bit more, but was also clad in athletic shorts.
The girls started their run; Betty’s long, strong legs propelled her ahead. Despite all of her physical training, Beverly barely did any cardio at all, as the smaller girl was primarily focused on gaining as much muscle mass as she possibly could. Between her better conditioning and longer legs, it didn’t take long for Betty to quickly move far ahead of her companion.
“Woops!” Betty exclaimed before slowing down. “You’re such a beast in the gym, I just kind of thought you’d be as good at running as me!” she explained.
“It’s okay.” Beverly replied, already slightly winded. “It looks like you’ll be my coach for this stuff.”
Despite Beverly’s comment, there wasn’t really too much that Betty could teach the smaller girl. She explained a few techniques, but beyond that, Beverly simply needed to work on her own cardiovascular endurance – there was little else to it.
Wanting to spend quality time with Beverly, Betty slowed down to better match her girlfriend’s pace. Beverly disliked the fact that she was holding Betty back, she wanted the taller girl to push herself to her limit, not hamstring her training.
Beverly’s sharp mind quickly thought of a solution, “Hey, I have a place I want to check out, follow me.”
Unable to think of any objections, Betty agreed. As she looked down at the smaller girl, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched Beverly’s small, pert butt wiggle from each stride. Despite being much smaller than her own, Beverly’s legs were packed full of muscles that displayed greater definition. Beverly’s calves in particular, stuck out like cute little hearts brimming with power.
She continued to follow Beverly, and eventually, the couple ended up at the college’s running track. It was completely empty, likely due to the cold weather. They came to a stop.
“I brought you here for a reason.” Beverly admitted.
“Oh? What’s that?” Betty raised a brow.
“I knew…” Beverly panted, still trying to catch her breath, “I knew there was no way I could keep up. I was only going to hold you back. You can go ahead and do so sprints around the track, really wear yourself out. I’m going to catch a breather.”
“Are… you sure? “
Beverly nodded, “I want you to really get as good of a workout as you can.”
“Is that all?”
“Well… I’d like to watch those legs of yours in action too.” Beverly blushed a bit.
Betty giggled, “In THAT case, I can’t refuse, now can I?” she winked before walking over to the track while Beverly headed towards the bleachers.
The blonde took off, pushing herself with as much force as she could muster. Her thick hamstrings bulged further, and her entire lower half quaked as she dug in for as much explosive power as possible. If Beverly wanted a show, then Betty was going to give it to her!
Beverly watched with rapt fascination as her girlfriend’s powerful body continued to move at speeds she could only dream of achieving. She was reminded of the story of Atlanta: the Greek myth regarding a princess who none could beat in a footrace; in order to avoid marriage, she made the stipulation that her suitor had to beat her in a race. As Beverly reminisced on the tale, she was reminded once more of her obsession as a younger girl with Greek goddesses. Now, in a sense, she was dating one. Her goal of being around a woman that embodied both power and beauty had finally come true; and, in a way, she had brought herself much closer to representing those ideals herself.
As Beverly watched Betty, she loved observing the entirety of the ‘human machine’ in action. That was to say, she imagined Betty’s body like a cross between a robot and the anatomy charts she studied. She envisioned the individual muscles, tendons, organs, blood vessels, all working in unison for the pointless act of Betty’s running. Most of these things would improve themselves to better allow Betty to repeat this action in the future. Thinking about her girlfriend in this way, while also witnessing the beautiful sight of the girl pushing herself, knowing that Betty was going to become even ‘more awesome’ as a result, was, in a strange, nerdy way, quite erotic to Beverly.
After pushing herself to her limit with sprinting, Betty finally came back over to her girlfriend. This time, it was Betty who was panting, sweat dripping down her perfect form. With endorphins flooding through her system, Betty was in a great mood. There was an almost palpable aura of recently spent vitality surrounding the girl, which, in turn, made the already fairly aroused Beverly even more so.
“Feels good to push myself like that. Good suggestion Bev!” Betty exclaimed with a grin before taking a seat next to Beverly.
The smaller girl rested her head on Betty’s comparatively large shoulder. Betty’s aroma filled her sense of scent, and was, in a strange way, comforting to the smaller girl. “I’ve been thinking Betty…”
“Of course you have been. You’re always thinking!”
Beverly smiled, “Yeah, but I mean, thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“About what you said earlier to be exact. I think you were right. It is good to use people in a positive way like that, and I’m glad that you’re using me like that to, in your words: make yourself even more awesome; and you’re right, I’m using you to make myself more awesome too.”
“Well, duh! I’m glad you understand though.” Betty replied with a warm chuckle.
“There’s more to it than that though. This is… a little embarrassing for me to admit…” She started.
“Well, no need to worry, we’re girlfriends now, remember?”
“Yeah. Okay. Well, I’ve been thinking of you like a Greek goddess.”
“A, huh? Sorry Bev, I kind of slept through most of history class!” Betty laughed a bit more loudly. It was amazing to Beverly how Betty didn’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed about this lack of knowledge. She knew that if she didn’t know what the Greek goddesses were, she’d feel stupid and inadequate. Betty’s supreme self-confidence was one of the things that constantly drew Beverly closer to the girl.
“That’s alright. Well, the Greeks, they worshipped these gods and goddesses that were a lot like humans in appearance. The female ones were often described as these strong, powerful beings that were also extremely feminine. I guess you kind of remind me of that.”
“Well, thanks Bev! Don’t know what’s so weird about that though.” Betty offered with a smile.
“Alright, I guess I’ll get a bit weirder then.” Beverly preempted, “I kind of… want to help you become even more. I want to see how awesome you can be. How close to a Greek goddess you can become, or hell, maybe even better than that, since none of them were particularly jacked.”
Betty laughed a bit and shook her head lightly, “Sounds good Bev. Not too weird at all honestly. I think you’re just overthinking things! Anyways, I don’t know about you, but I kind of want to eat soonish. What’dya say we head back and get ready for dinner with a shower… together?”
Beverly’s ears perked up. “That sounds like fun!” she said before picking her head up and planting a small kiss on Betty’s shoulder.
Reinvigorated, the girls got up and headed back to their room.
3.) One Week Later
To Betty’s disappointment, and Beverly’s secret relief, the taller girl’s second week of progress wasn’t quite as explosive as her first. Despite this, Betty still did become stronger, and a bit more visibly muscular. She had already surpassed the smaller girl in terms of lower-body development (at least size and strength wise), and was well on her way to catching up in regards to upper-body.
Deep down, it bothered Beverly that her new girlfriend was able to gain strength so much more quickly and easily; strength that she had to work so hard to earn. Still, this WAS supposed to be her partner, and Beverly knew that the right thing to do was to support Betty and be happy for her. Plus, Beverly did find the prospect of a buff Betty to be extremely enticing, as she wanted Betty to turn into a true goddess; she just wished that the taller girl had to put a bit more effort into earning it.
As a result of the continued training program, Betty’s appetite skyrocketed. Beverly continued to meticulously track her girlfriend’s caloric intake, properly measuring the optimal ratio of protein to other nutrients. In fact, during all of this, Beverly had boosted her own knowledge on the subject by a great deal.
Beverly had always been well-versed in the human body, especially since she was entering the undergraduate Biology circuit, and would later decide if she wanted to specialize in genetics, biochemistry, or something else along those lines. That was to say: Beverly had a natural inclination towards learning about what made the human body tick. She delved deeply into optimizing her own workout and nutrition portfolios, but with Betty also under her care, Beverly took it upon herself to become even more of an expert.
This meant that scouring blog posts and Wikipedia articles was no longer enough. She used her university’s access to scientific databases to go straight to the heart of things and began studying academic journals. It was a bit tough to comprehend at first, but after reading a few, she started to get the hang of it. She delved deeper and deeper, soaking up every little bit of empiric information there was regarding muscular hypertrophy, strength development, nutrient utilization, so on and so forth.
One afternoon, Betty actually noticed Beverly on said databases. She walked over and looked down on the screen her girlfriend was so intently staring at. “Daaamn Bev. I knew you had a big brain, but this is like, graduate level stuff, isn’t it?” Betty was mostly just going off of intuition; in truth, she had next to no idea what most of the words on the screen meant.
Beverly chuckled, “Probably is grad-level or higher, yeah. This is a peer-reviewed study about protein synthesis after working out. Err, that’s to say, the way that your body uses protein to rebuild your muscles after you pump iron.”
“Wow that sounds pretty cool. Is this for one of your classes?”
Beverly shook her head, “No, just something I wanted to research.” She felt somewhat self-conscious about admitting that, as it revealed just what an actual nerd she could be.
Betty was shocked, “That’s… that’s really cool Bev. Honestly. So… why are you curious about this?”
“Well, you know…”
Betty may not have been able to understand what the scientific study was talking about, but she had a rather high social intelligence, and certainly understood Beverly. “Are you… are you trying to research how to better improve our gain trains?”
Beverly couldn’t help but blush – it was shocking to her that Betty so easily figured it out. “Kind of, yeah. There’s a lot of junk science out there, so I wanted to get the facts straight. Plus, we can do experiments of our own building off of what was already done. As you’d put it, I’m using this to make myself a bit more ‘awesome’ in the coaching department.” Beverly giggled a bit.
“That’s so cool Bev! I love that you’re so smart! I like to think of your brain like a little sexy sponge, soaking up all of that knowledge from class and stuff like this, getting bigger and smarter.”
“Y-yeah…” Beverly was blushing more deeply. “You’re getting smarter too, you’re definitely way better at math…”
“That’s right, and it’s thanks to you! Our bodies and are brains are gonna get yolked! I have to say Bev, I’ve been with a lot of guys, but none of them tried to improve me like you do; at least not in a positive way like this. Plus, I never really wanted to improve them either… but with you…”
Beverly, feeling emboldened, cut in, “But with you, it’s like I want to keep improving myself so I can help you become even more awesome.”
“Yes!”
Both of the girls were becoming a bit too aroused from the thought of them pushing one another to their limits. Beverly was about to take the first of many study breaks caused by this…
You can buy this story here: Beverly and Betty Chapter 2