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By MagnusMagneto [ www.magnusmagneto.com ]
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1.) Day after Chapter 3. The University Weight Room.
The fitness center had its usual crowd of young adults trying to improve their fitness. Most of the girls were working on cardio machines, only a few dared enter the free weight area – and those who did were primarily squatting with weights in the mid 100s. The rest of the weights were dominated by guys of various builds; most of whom were actually fairly thin.
Betty and Beverly were wearing their workout clothing. In Betty’s case, that meant a tight sports bra and dolphin-shorts, showcasing the vast majority of her splendid body: rounded capped shoulders; wide, sprawling lats; bulging biceps; snaking traps; rippling abs; jutting quadriceps; calves so large they could be seen from the front; and of course, a round, protruding, peach-shaped, steel-hard, bubble butt – the outermost cheeks of which spilled from her constraining shorts with the slightest motion.
In truth, Betty’s outfit technically violated the facility’s dress code, but nobody dared approach the blonde beauty and tell her. Beverly was dressed a bit more modestly, but her short, ripped arms and beefy legs were also fully visible.
“First let’s start with a dead lift session.” Beverly explained, tapping her phone.
The girls had an unspoken policy to not play with their phones when they were hanging out, but Beverly was using it to meticulously track their workouts and progress.
“Oh yeah, dead lifts! Now this is my jam!” Betty exclaimed as they walked over to the appropriate area.
All of the stations were being used. They patiently waited a few minutes, but no stations opened up. Growing restless, Betty walked over to a group of young men who were hooting, hollering, and chest pounding instead of actually lifting.
“Hey boys. Mind if we work in?” She asked.
“Kinda busy here girls.” One of them replied.
“Shouldn’t you be on the machines over there?” Another asked pointing to the more beginner-friendly equipment.
“Yeah, wouldn’t want to get hurt. Or get any… Bulkier.”
“Oh, I think we can handle ourselves.” Betty replied.
The guys snickered. One of them said in a low voice: “The blonde’s a babe. Let’s just sit back and watch.” Despite his efforts to be quiet, Betty still heard every word.
“What’s that on there Bev, 230 pounds?” Betty asked out loud.
Beverly quickly did some mental math, “240 actually.” She corrected.
“Nice, help me add 100?” Betty asked.
Beverly nodded. The girls grabbed 50 pound plates in near unison, though Betty had a much easier time picking hers up. A couple minutes later the bar now held 340 pounds total.
“Whoa, you’re kinda built, ya, but another 100? Are you nuts?” One of the guys asked.
“Am I?” Betty asked before getting down into position and gripping the bar. She let out a loud grunt, and with slow, steady movement, lifted the bar into the air – her hamstrings and lats erupting in the process. After standing up straight, she let go of the bar. “Huh, look at that. Kind of easy really.” She said dramatically. Betty bent over again, wrapped her fingers around the bar, and heaved. “Yeah, too easy boys!” She giggled, dropping the weight. “Grab 10 more pounds while I finish this set?” Betty asked Beverly. The smaller girl nodded.
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“Three hundred and fifty pounds.” Betty declared as she walked up to the now-heavier barbell. “Think I can handle it?”
The young men remained silent.
As Betty heaved on the heavier weight, she let out a loud, feminine grunt, “Oooh yeah, that’s the ticket!” she said, collecting herself before bringing the weight back down. She raised the weight again, letting out another groan. The guys shifted around a bit, aroused and intimidated from Betty’s body and noises.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Unreal.”
“Yo someone get a ChatSnap of this.”
“Didn’t one of you warn me about getting bulkier?” Betty asked in between reps.
Silence.
“Well…” Betty continued anyways, letting out another loud grunt as she performed the exercise again, “I can feel a nice, deep burn.” Another rep. “And you know what that means, right?” Another. “Means I’m gonna ‘bulk up’ even more!” She giggled before slamming the weight down, having finished her final repetition for the set.
Betty sat down for her rest. “Any of you want to have a go while I recover?” She offered.
Nervous glances followed by more silence.
A minute later, Betty got back up, and hoisted the weight once again. After completing another set—her muscles becoming even more pumped in the process—she sat back down. “You better focus on your lifts, because I’m just going to keep getting stronger.” She said with a giggle. “It sure would be embarrassing if I could double what you lift, hmmm?”
“Don’t mess with me girlie.”
“Yeah butch bitch.”
“Steroid freak.”
“Threatening a girl?” Betty scoffed, “One with a stronger back than yours too. And let’s not even pretend you have a chance when it comes to legs.” She stuck out a single stem, a thick quadriceps bulged out.
Silence.
“Oh. One more thing boys.” Betty started again, “I’m still growing. Taller that is.”
“Bullshit.”
“No way.”
“Liar.”
“I’m already sooo much taller than some of you. And just a matter of time until I’m looking down at even you.” She said jutting her chin at a fellow who stood a single inch above her.
The boys eventually scattered, muttering various things under their breaths.
“Oh Betty!” Beverly exclaimed in an exaggerated fashion, throwing her arms around the taller girl, raising a single leg into the air – her small, compact hamstrings bunching in the process. “My hero!” she teased, pretending she was a 50s lady from a comic book swooning over a caped crusader who had just rescued her.
“You know it Bev! Now to finish up this last set so I can get even stronger and protect you better!” She giggled.
The girls finished their dead lifts in peace.
2.) A Few Minutes Later
Beverly couldn’t help but stare as her girlfriend performed squats. Betty’s long, tanned, and thick quadriceps strained from the weight, screaming with each repetition. Her dolphin-shorts comparatively shrank further; more of Betty’s globular glutes spilled out, threatening to consume the fabric around them. Beverly’s mind shifted to Betty consuming the essence of life itself, demanding a greater share of the metaphysical energy emanating from humanity’s collective consciousness. The smaller girl’s elaborate extrapolations led her to trains of thought that ended up being far more erotic than mere physical senses alone could yield.
Beverly wanted nothing more than to grab onto that bulging, globular bottom, and squeeze it with all of her might. She spent time practically every day grabbing onto Betty’s booty, but now it was especially pumped and rock hard from the weight of the squat. A sweat broke on the beck of Beverly’s neck as she considered that Betty’s glutes were likely harder now than they had ever been before. She stole some glances around her, hoping that perhaps nobody was looking their way; no luck – young men and women alike were all trying to sneak glances at the Amazonian blonde squatting well over 300 pounds. Beverly could just reach out and grab it regardless… But she didn’t dare.
In one of her bouts of slightly megalomaniac fantasy, Beverly viewed herself akin to Michelangelo, building from Betty’s flesh the most magnificent work of living art. She would help Betty ascend from the most powerful and attractive girl on campus, to the greatest living human being. Or at least she’d try to.
Betty on the other hand harbored no such fantasies. She simply wanted to get stronger, make her legs more ‘yolked’, and further impress her girlfriend. The practical benefits, and general increased respect from others were also nice. Even if she occasionally had run-ins with people who thought she shouldn’t be that muscular, Betty knew that deep down they were insecure towards her. It was something she was used to, being taller and more athletic than many guys in high school – and prettier than most of the girls too.
After a few more exercises they were finished with weight training for the day.
“Aww… but I wanna work my arms…” Betty said with a pout.
“You aren’t sore from last time?” Beverly asked, squeezing her own biceps and triceps, prodding the points that were especially delicate from their prior workout session.
Betty shook her head, “Nope. And I really wanna fill out these long arms of mine.” She stretched them out, illustrating the sheer extent of her staggering hand-span.
“I… I do too. Want to fill your arms out.” Beverly blushed a bit, already messing up her words. “I also want to make sure you get proper rest though…”
Betty nodded. “I understand. I won’t train them if you don’t want me to. But maybe I should try? You know, for science?” She giggled.
Beverly gulped. “Well, alright. You already kind of defy what should be possible from exercise science, so I guess further pushing the boundaries could yield unexpected results.”
“Mmm… I love it when you talk nerdy to me!” Betty cooed as she walked over to the dumbbells.
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As Betty lifted the weight, Beverly continued to coach her: “Remember what I’ve said: completely concentrate on the bicep, squeeze the muscle as you lift the dumbbell, and imagine the blood flowing into it – making it even bigger and badder.” Beverly was blushing a bit and growing slightly aroused. She wished that Betty could literally just summon power into her arm on a whim, and instantly make it bigger; that Betty could just force reality to grant her unlimited strength.
Betty had simpler aspirations. She did what Beverly suggested, and put her all into performing the best bicep curl she could. The payoff of a more intimate and thrilling sensation was reward enough.
As Betty lifted the weight, Beverly grabbed onto the blonde’s right bicep. “Squeeze harder.” Beverly ordered.
“I can’t…” Betty replied.
“Yes you can. Do it.” Beverly’s tone grew dire.
Betty grunted, and somehow, managed to do as Beverly commanded. The smaller girl bit her lower lip as she felt the ball of muscle harden even further. “Good.”
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Beverly guided Betty through more arm workouts, targeting specific parts of her biceps and triceps. With each of these, she forced Betty to squeeze the muscles as hard as possible, and to establish a stronger mind-muscle connection. By the end, Betty’s arms had pumped up by another quarter inch, bringing them to an impressive 15 and a half.
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“Alright, we’re done with strength training for now. Next in your potential height gain regiment is stretching.” Beverly said.
“Stretching to get taller? Isn’t that just an urban myth that gullible kids tell each other?” Betty asked.
Beverly shrugged, “There’s conflicting evidence – just like everything I’m suggesting to possibly unlock a few more inches. At the very least, being more flexible would yield its own set of benefits for you.”
“True. Will you get flexible with me?” Betty asked.
Beverly nodded, “Of course.”
“Oooh, imagine all the positions we could get into…”
Beverly blushed a bit, “I already am.”
“But, it gets better. Once we get all of the basic positions down, we can do something called AcroYoga.” Beverly explained.
“What’s that?”
Beverly merely turned her phone on, did a quick search, and showed Betty the resulting images: couples of men and women holding one another in advanced yoga positions.
“Ooooh!” Betty’s eyes lit up. “Don’t worry Bev, I’ll get strong enough to lift you with just one arm!” she announced.
“Oh my…” Beverly blushed a bit, thinking about that. She could vividly imagine it, and truthfully, she’d love for Betty to have that much strength.
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Betty was already above-average in terms of flexibility due to her athletic background. Beverly was similarly elastic. Thanks to their trained limbs, they were able to hold the poses much more easily than a beginner could. After a 30 minute session, Beverly was certain that they’d be able to do AcroYoga within a couple of weeks at most.
3.) That Evening – Dining Hall
While the girls usually sat alone in a private booth, they decided to join some of Betty’s friends for dinner.
Eating at the dining hall had grown increasingly difficult as Beverly continuously tweaked and tightened their diets. Tonight was a ‘no-carbs’ meal, which was especially difficult given that almost every available food had ample carbohydrates in it; due to both a misguided belief that high-carbs were always healthy, and the fact that carb-rich foods were generally cheaper per calorie. Eventually the girls settled on ordering multiple cheeseburgers without the buns—much to the chagrin of the dining staff—alongside salads topped with grilled chicken breast. Beverly would have preferred to dine on grass-fed meats and fish, but they had to make due.
Despite their awkward-looking plates of hamburger patties, broccoli, and salad, things were going generally well. Betty was wearing a sleeveless top, showcasing her 15 inch arms – a deep blue vein ran alongside it at all times. Due to Betty’s social circle, many of the guys at the table were at least fairly muscular; yet Betty had grown larger than all but a few.
Beverly found herself out of place. She didn’t really know anyone at the table, other than through osmosis of being Betty’s girlfriend. She shared no interests with them, and had little desire to get to know them better.
One of the bigger men, Spencer, had been bantering with Betty.
“So I’m not saying you shouldn’t be fit, or even kinda buff, but… Aren’t you afraid of, you know, becoming too manly?” He asked her.
“Hmm? Are you afraid that I’ll become too manly?” Betty asked with a mischievous smirk.
“What? Why would I care?”
Betty shrugged, “You’re the one bringing it up. Guess it might be a little emasculating for a guy like you if a pretty girl like me ended up being stronger. And thanks to this recent growth spurt of mine, taller too…”
Spencer was an impressive specimen in his own right: 6’3” with 18 inch arms – pure muscle. To his side was his girlfriend, Liana, an attractive number who was quite athletic in her own right – standing 5’7”, with lean and strong legs, honed from countless miles run.
“That would be ridiculous. Probably impossible. And even if it did happen, why would should I care? You’d just be ruining your femininity.” He retorted.
That secretly boiled Betty’s blood, but she kept her cool, “I mean, it sure would be a little embarrassing if Liana found me hotter than you, wouldn’t it?” she teased.
“No offense, but I don’t date lesbians. So no problems there.” He retorted.
“Lesbian or not, surely she’s attracted to nice, big muscles, and height – right? That’s why she’s into you, isn’t it?”
“Of course!”
“So, if I had more of those things, then maybe her gaze would wander, hmm?” Betty slightly turned her gaze to Liana, who was the true target of her words.
Liana turned a shade pink and glanced away.
“That’s ridiculous.” Spencer replied, “Why would you want that anyways? You’re a chick.”
Suddenly Beverly spoke up, “Who says that the male gender should monopolize physical prowess?”
“What?” He asked somewhat dazed, “In English please.”
Betty replied, “She’s saying why should only guys be buff?”
“That’s just how it is! Men are manly!” He shot back
“And? You can keep all the man stuff, like being hairy and having a dick. No reason why women can’t have curves, boobs, smooth skin, AND muscles.” Betty replied.
“Sure there is. It’s called TESTOSTERONE!” he yelled, finding himself increasingly invested in the conversation.
Once again, Beverly interjected, “Strangely enough, if you compare the amount of testosterone within men and women, and then notice how quickly each can gain muscle, you’ll quickly realize that women only need a fraction of testosterone that men do in order to build strength. To elaborate, woman have about 1/10th the testosterone that men do, yet we are actually able to build muscle at a fairly comparable rate. The differences can actually be attributed to starting mass, but even if you were to say that women build muscle at half the speed men do, then that would mean we use testosterone five times as effectively for that process than men do. But I think that a safer conclusion would be that testosterone isn’t really the primary factor for building muscle, there must be other elements as well. It’s just that testosterone is the most apparent muscle building agent.”
“I said to speak English please.”
Betty elaborated again, “What Bev is saying is that women don’t need as much test to build muscle.”
“Whatever. Women shouldn’t want power. Call me old fashioned or whatever, but that’s just how nature intended it.” Spencer replied.
“Well you know what?” Betty had become visibly agitated and raised her voice, “I’m going to keep lifting and eating right. I’m going to get as huge as I can. If that means I outgrow you and every other jock on campus, then great. If people stare, that’s fine. That just means I have more power over them, and you know what, Spencer? I’m going to take every last drop of power that I want. So you can either help me, get out of the way, or be knocked over.”
Beverly found herself growing increasingly aroused by Betty’s spiel.
“Jeeze… It’s just lifting talk. Calm down Betty.” Spencer awkwardly shook his head and poked his food.
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For the rest of the meal, Liana kept sneaking glances at Betty’s arms, and Beverly tried her hardest to hide her boiling lust.
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