Becca Brant: The Girl Stud Next Door

by mrshhh (with special thanks to Ayanamifan & Newberrychucks)

(*all characters depicted in this story are over 18 year of age.)

   
   Becca was startled as the front door flew open hard enough to hit the paint-chipped wall beside it.  
   "Well I never…!” A world weary 40 something nurse fumed, storming into the house in her work scrubs.  
   Becca looked up from the kitchen, hurriedly wiping her mouth and putting down the big protein shake she was in the middle of chugging like she were a child caught eating a cookie.  She hadn’t expected her mom to come home for another hour, and was only midway through her heavy duty Saturday morning workout.  Normally Becca would’ve scrambled to throw something on over her tight workout top and shorts, especially given the skin-stretching pump she had going from two hours of self-inflicted heavy metal torture.  Hell, she was still dripping sweat in puddles on their 80s linoleum floor.  But she found those panicked impulses drowned out by a larger wave of concern.  
   “M-mom?  What’s the matter?”  Becca worried aloud.  “Why are you home already?”
   “It was quiet at the clinic so they cut my shift.  But that dreadful Palumbo kid, Becca!  The way he talks to people…!” 
   Becca’s brow wrinkled quizzically.  The Palumbos were the Brants’ long time neighbours and good friends.  Mr. Palumbo had for years looked out for the two of them, often doing chores and small repairs around their house.  Then Becca remembered a mostly disregarded mention by her mom some weeks back that the Palumbos were planning a vacation - and that someone would be house sitting for them.
   “Oh no.  Don’t tell me it’s Chaz.  Please not Chaz!”  Becca pleaded, dread starting to creep into her heart. 
   “He’s worse than ever, Becs!”  Her mom confirmed. 
   Becca’s heart sank like a stone.  The neighbour’s asshole son, Chaz Palumbo had been four years Becca’s senior and her personal tormentor for most of her childhood.  He’d been a heat seeking missile targeted on any and every insecurity Becca had growing up.  Dad walks out on his wife & daughter?  Chaz hit that nerve like a bunker buster.  Awkward that puberty has placed her last on the list for boobs?  Chaz nailed that with sniper rifle precision.  The day he’d moved out for college was the best day of Becca’s life.  And now he was back. 
   “He’s out there with his ogre friends, they’ve got music blasting, he’s cat calling anything with a skirt—“ Her mom continued.  “The filthy gutter on this kid…” 
   “Wait - what did he say to you?”  Becca asked, her exasperated expression snapping to concern. 
   “Oh honey, I don’t want to repeat it…” Her mom dodged.
   “Moooom…!”
   Becca’s mom peered at her daughter’s stern face.  For such a sweet kid, she could be extremely forceful when she wanted to be.    
   Her mom sighed and leaned over Becca’s shoulder, whispering into her ear.  
   “He - said - WHAT?!!”  Becca shouted.  “Stay right here mom.  I’m gonna handle this!”
   Becca reached past her mom and grabbed her running shoes and baseball cap.  As she hurriedly put them on, it was clear that her mom didn’t like this burst of righteous anger.  She recognized the look in Becca’s eyes - it was the look her hothead father used to get.  She’d been seeing more and more of him emerging in the last year or so, and noticing for the first time since walking in the thick, dense and unnaturally broad bodybuilder physique facing her.  
   “Becca wait - what do you mean you’ll handle this?  You know how he treats you!  You think because you’re into lifting weights now that you can go over there and intimidate him?”
   Becca stood up.  Recognizing the fear in the loving eyes pleading with her, she took her mom’s hand and placed it on one of her biceps.  Her mom immediately gasped at the feeling of the rock hard baseball in her grasp, straining the sleeve of a t-shirt so unrelentingly that it felt like it could tear at any moment.  The skin on Becca’s bicep was as thin as paper, and her mom could feel steely fibers and warm, throbbing veins moving around.  She’d never conceived of such a shockingly muscular arm on anyone, let alone a teenager as small and pretty as Becca.    
   “Mom, I’m not your little girl anymore.”  Becca smiled, projecting warmth and confidence.  
   Wiping her wet hair back, Becca tucked the backwards cap over it.  She was out the door a moment later.   
   ***
   Walking down the front steps, Becca found herself squinting in the morning light.  It cruelly reminded her that she had been pumping iron since before the sun had risen, and that her muscles were burning like absolute hell.  The crisp air on her sweaty skin similarly recalled that in her haste, she still hadn’t changed out of her gym clothes - a thin, soaked-through white cotton t-shirt that had become way too tight over the last few weeks.  No doubt that was in part to some serious chemical enhancement.  While Becca worked part time at the comic book store mostly to help with rent, she always took a few extra shifts for “roid money”.  Her dad’s old boxing club buddies had been her suppliers since Jr. High, though lately they were getting uncomfortable with the really hardcore shit she was asking for, and the effect it was having on her.
   Worse than her shirt though were her old gym shorts - which only a year ago had flapped breezily against her thighs, but now were strained around by her muscle-packed quads and pulled so high and tight up her boyish hips that she struggled to conceal a growing bulge between her legs.  
Such a revealing outfit had been all well and good when she was screaming through reps alone in the basement, but she’d just marched outside in full view of a dozen neighbours looking like an oiled up female Charles Atlas.  Considering how much care she usually took to downplay her beefy bod, this should’ve concerned Becca greatly.  After seeing her unnaturally muscular physique, would she be ridiculed every time she left the house?  Would she become the neighbourhood circus freak?  An embarrassment to her mom and everyone she knew?  Clearly she hadn’t thought this plan through, yet for some reason that didn’t terrify her.  It kind of excited her.  
Becca struggled to understand these strange emotions as she crossed the yard between houses.  She’d been pumping iron for almost as long as her muscle-crazy besties, Tanya & Cindi.  Sure, she was the “little kid” of the group, but things were starting to change.  Lately she’d finish most workouts to find her tomboyish muscles looked positively macho.  In the last 9 months she’d packed on some serious mass, going from a tight, chiselled Lolita heartbreaker to a genuine slab of beefcake.     
Becca was torn from her thoughts by the shapes she spotted ahead - 3 big, wide, and truly meaty jocks taking turns lifting weights in the garage, and instantly remembered being the hopelessly vulnerable 13 year old that Chaz delighted in tormenting.  In the blink of an eye, all of her newfound weightlifter confidence threatened to topple like a house of cards.  She could hear the old voices in her head screaming to turn back, to avert disaster before it was too late.          
   “What the fuck?”  A throaty Jersey Shore voice spat. 
Shoot.  Shoot shoot shoot.
“Chaz, get a load of this shit.”
   Becca nervously walked up the driveway - past the trunk of a kitted up SUV lifted open and pumping out teeth rattling club beats from a large set of speakers - and zeroed into a thick-necked figure in the garage.  She watched him grunt through a powerful set before racking a heavy barbell and rising from the bench beneath.  
   That was Chaz?!.  Thinking back to the Chaz she remembered, yeah - he’d always been a meathead.  His tall, broad frame was one of the things that made him such an effective bully.  But this was a new Chaz – a different Chaz – a BUFF Chaz.  Sitting there dabbing his face with his tank top, he looked like a WWE wrestler – all heavy, broad-shouldered power muscle.  He seemed as thick from back to front as most guys were wide.  
   His other two friends were similarly jacked up, and it was clear that Becca had interrupted the weekly meeting of the beefcake club.  Lucky her.  
Locking his gaze on Becca, Chaz slowly rose from the bench revealing more of his tremendous bulk.     
   “Check out little swole boy here.”  Chaz chuckled as he thumped his fist against an even taller bald-headed brute to his left.  Becca’s broad and thick upper body certainly filled out her t-shirt impressively, but it was the wet 20+ inch upper arms crawling with meaty vascularity that really grabbed their attention.  
   “Jesus fuckin’ Christ Chaz, you didn’t tell us there was a 12 year old bodybuilder on your block dude.” Chaz’ shorter, stockier bro injected.  
   Becca might’ve been an 18 year old high school senior, but she was used to getting mistaken for a pre-teen.  Chalk it up to being a wide-eyed, 5’0 good girl with the achingly pretty looks of a Disney Princess.  Hell, Becca WAS a good girl.  She was polite and friendly.  She did well in school.  She took care of her mom and carried in the neighbors’ groceries.  It was the reason all the shy nerdy guys crushed on her, yet found her so down to earth and approachable.  
But Becca had never, ever been mistaken for a boy before – a boy bodybuilder no less - and that sent a lightning bolt of adrenaline slicing through her fear.     
   “You owe my mom an apology, Chaz.”  Becca declared with such sudden, even-toned confidence that she was surprised it had emerged from her mouth.  The bros were equally surprised, but not by her calmly delivered demand.  
   “You know this guy Chaz?”  The tall dude questioned.
   “What’s with his voice?”
   Holy shit.  They really thought she was a teen he-man.  God damn that turned her on.  
    It took Chaz a long moment before Becca could see a spark of recognition behind his eyes.  
   “Becca fucking Brant.”  He declared with a bitter sneer.  He moved his gaze to her flat, musclebound chest and hard poking nipples.  “Never did end up filling that training bra huh?” 
   The two goons joined him in a chorus of snickers.  
    Chaz certainly hadn’t lost his touch.  If this had been a few years earlier, that jab would’ve hurt.  But things had changed.
   “Becca?  BECCA?”  The tall guy choked.  
   “Get the fuck out of town.  Pretty boy here is a girl?” 
     Another zap of electricity shocked Becca.  She could feel her heart start to pound in her chest.  These guys were trying to tear her down.  But every new insult felt like it was pumping her up.   
   “She’s my shitty little neighbor.”  Chaz answered.  “Guess she finally got sick of sitting at home alone very Saturday night and decided to go full dyke.” 
   Becca squeezed her fists and hoped she could keep her voice from cracking.  
   “I haven’t seen you around here for a while, Chaz.  How’s college life?  We both know what an avid reader you are.”  Becca shot back.  She knew she wasn’t like her friends Tanya or Cindi, able to fire off digging cool girl barbs whenever she wanted.  But screw it, this douche bag deserved some long overdue vitriol.  
   “Fuck that egghead bullshit.  Haven’t you heard?  I’m in the imports business now.  My specialty is exotic chemicals.”  Chaz boasted before lifting his arm and giving an oversized bicep a kiss.  “Grade A fucking prime rib right there baby.  Ain’t that right Teddy?” 
   Chaz and his buddy thunder-clapped a high five.  “Maybe you’re some kinda stud down at the Fit For Less, but this is the big leagues right here.  Swole bros for life!”    
   Jesus, the testosterone in the room was thick enough to chew on.  But Becca’s heart was beating faster and faster.  Her skin was becoming hot to the touch.  It felt like she was cranking out enough testosterone to match them. 
   “Pretty good beef, Chaz.   Becca stated calmly, feeling like a spectator in her own body.  “But my chemicals are better.”
   To her own disbelief, she took the edges of her shorts and pulled them all the way up her hips.  She looked down at her legs confidently, guiding the guys’ eye line to the thick, unnatural slabs of grainy muscle bluntly layered on each thigh.  Spiderwebs of thin veinage crawled all over the dry surface of her quads, collecting towards the inner crest where several bloated arteries bulged their way towards her crotch.  The helping of pure roid-meat on her strained, sun-browned legs was so absurdly generous that the muscle masses cast long shadows over her knees.   
   “Christ those are some fucking thighs…”  Teddy let slip.
   “USDA select.”  Becca twisted. 
   Then with a soft grunt, she tensed both quads.  Oh fuck, she thought as even SHE couldn’t believe her shredded legs.  The guys watched as the whole surface of her thighs erupted before their eyes.  Every line of definition deepened by eye popping inches.  Her muscles chunked up, separating and locking into even thicker, painfully drum-tight hunks of skinless beef.  Each thigh stood what felt like a body’s width off her core, almost totally apart from what should have been her small body, and the texture across their sweeping, hypertrophied surface looked like they’d been slashed by talons.  The spiderweb of thin veins immediately swelled thickly, tripling in size while a secondary network of even denser veins pressed them upward from beneath, layering her legs with so much vascularity that she easily could’ve grabbed hold of it.   
   Teddy and Ivan were stunned into silence at the sight of Becca’s ghastly, horror-conditioned monster quads.  Even Chaz struggled to swallow his pride. 
   “So now that I have your attention, I’d appreciate that apology please.”  Becca restated calmly.  
   “Well gosh golly fellas, I believe I’ve misjudged young Becca here.  I don’t think she wants to be a dyke anymore.”  Chaz answered with growing hostility in his voice.  It was clear the hair on the back of his neck was standing up.  “Turns out she thinks she’s one of the GUYS, guys.”    
   Ivan and Teddy’s brows wrinkled as they looked at each other, rattled deeply by how jacked this cute teen girl was.  But Chaz didn’t skip a beat.  He took a menacing step towards Becca, amplifying his tremendous height advantage over the compact girl. 
   “You think you’re real hard, huh?  Maybe you’re trying to be that big jock your pops always wanted.”
   Becca felt her heart nearly beat through her chest.  That hit so close to home, it hurt.  Chaz could still cut like a knife. 
   “But it don’t matter how much iron you press, how juiced you get.  You’ll never be the biggest beefcake on the block as long as I’m around, bitch.” 
   Ooooof.  Those words were electricity to Becca.  She’d been waiting her whole life to take this dipshit down.  Today was the day.  She didn’t even realize that she was squeezing her fists with such force that the sound of her skin stretching to contain her bulging arms could be heard across the room.  The fibres of her shirt creaked loudly as muscles throbbed visibly beneath.  Errant stitches popped.  An inch long tear split the side of her shorts.  
   “You’re wrong, Chaz.”  Becca spoke breathlessly, the veins in her neck pulsating.  “I’m stronger that you.  I’m more muscular than you.  I’m hotter than you… and you know what?  I’m more MAN than all THREE of you.”
   Becca was so turned on by the perverted gauntlet she’d thrown down that she could feel her crotch tingle. 
   Chaz answered her insane pissing contest by furiously reaching down and yanking off his tank top.  He waited a beat to let Becca take in the totality of his immense muscularity before lifting his arms and crunching out a bicep-ballooning flex.  He snorted like a bull as he presented each side of his physique, cycling through double biceps, side chest, and finally ending on a brick wall of a lat spread that reached all the way to his elbows.  
   “Hell yeah… I’m the fucking Hulk!” He panted, having inflated his beefy mass outrageously.  He was absolutely HUGE.  Small Becca was towered over and virtually swallowed by his colossal  shape.      
   Gradually, Becca unclenched her fists for the first time in over a minute.  She calmly reached down to the bottom of her shirt.  Biting her lip, she paused.  She held the damp cotton in her hands as if it were the edge of an abyss, squeezing it absentmindedly and making ugly wads of fat, sweaty veins bloat up her sinuous forearms.  Then with one smooth, decisive motion, she peeled it over her head. 
   The wet, stretched-out shirt landed at Chaz’s feet, followed by her baseball cap.  He barely noticed.  Neither did Ivan or Teddy.  A tomb-like silence had struck the room.    
   The most shredded, peeled, contest bronzed male bodybuilder they’d ever seen stood before them, almost bulging through her skin.  This couldn’t possibly be the Becca Brant that Chaz knew, the skinny tomboy he’d tortured for most of her life.  This vein-squirming, dry-shredded Hercules wasn’t even a girl at all.  Beyond the big eyes and soft, swollen lips, she was 200% testosterone. 
   “This is what REAL muscle looks like, Chaz.” The pretty alpha teen bragged. 
   Becca had never been so turned on in her life.  This should’ve been her worst nightmare, and she felt absolutely terrified standing there, posing as a bare-chested muscle man with her huge, twitching pecs stark naked for their eyes to devour.   But it was the look on their faces, the stunned discovery of what an impossible beefcake she’d transformed into that injected her pulse with rocket fuel. 
   Between her legs, her clit thickened dramatically, wrenching her shorts tighter and practically turning them into a posing speedo.  The waistband was under such pressure that the elastic had pulled away from her lower abs, creating a gap from which more grossly bloated vascularity surged.   
   Anywhere the bros looked, her veiny definition was stomach turning.  Chaz had sold his “imports” to some ripped as fuck dudes, but Becca was on another level. The whole of her bronzed body, glistening erotically under the garages’ fluorescent lighting, was a monument to fanatical bodybuilding. Every blocky ab of her 12-pack was torturously distinct.  Her obliques were laser detailed with long striations anchored to her hip bones.  Her belly button was lost in a moat of gouged separations and nearly smothered by marker-thick veins crawling up her mid section.    
   But it was her tremendous upper body swoop to a drum-tight waist that gave her the macho-swole silhouette any man’s man would’ve been proud of.  Added to that as a stump thick neck.  Her shoulders were huge, wide and miles from feminine, with each of her jacked-up delt heads swollen enough to be shoulders of their own. Then there was her chest.  Without question, this 5’0 cutie had the thickest, deepest, most lean-conditioned pecs they’d ever witnessed.  Her slightest movement clenched thick tendons like claws that cut her pecs into veiny, skinless quadrants.  She could’ve stood elbow to elbow with any Gold’s Gym mass monster and made their girlfriend sweat.
   Breezing past the three jocks, Becca assessed the weights already loaded on the bench press bar behind them.  
   “What’s on there?  300 pounds?”  She asked matter of factly.  
   “Good luck.  360.”  
   There was no judgement in Becca’s expression.  She was neither impressed nor intimidated.  She simply lay down and stretched out her chest. 
   Acid immediately shot through her every bruised tendon.  God damn, she’d well and truly wrecked herself this morning.  Trying to ignore the pain, she brought her hands up to the barbell in a wide grip and wrapped her rough hewn fingers around the steel.  This was a bad idea she thought as a forest fire raced through her shoulders and chest. 
    With an adorable girly grunt, Becca lifted up the bar, her pecs thickening so hugely that her skin crinkled.  She stifled a cry of pure muscle murder through clenched teeth.  Her delts felt like they were being electrocuted.  Every tendon in her chest was stabbed by a thousand needles at once.  But she wouldn’t let that stop her.     
   With steady, machine-like precision, Becca began repping the barbell.  Her heart pounded furiously and inflated grossly thick veins across her shred-carved chest.  10 reps later, with the same exact, careful movement as the first, she finished and racked the clanking weight.     
   The awesomely musclebound girl-hunk sat up panting and clenching her chest, twitching her eye-popping pec slabs and making all of the freaky-swole veins surge so hugely that they pressure-squirmed from shoulder to shoulder.  A fresh sheen of sweat coated her skin and dripped from her face and short strawberry blonde hair.  She brushed it aside, knowingly enhancing her juicy pretty / handsome look even more. 
   “Ooooh yeah, look at these big, hot man muscles.”  Becca teased as she bent and squeezed her scary-huge arms.   
    Chaz simmered menacingly.  “Okay tough guy, you want to play with the big boys?”  He pointed to Teddy and Ivan.  “Put on two more 45s!”
   Without question, the two bros did as he asked, setting the bar up with 450 pounds.        
   Chaz pressed his hand against Becca’s solid chest and shoved her back.  
   “Time to see how a real man lifts.”
   Becca stepped aside and Chaz took her place.  Grabbing the bar with his meaty paws, he hyperventilated a few times before roaring like a bear and lifting. 
   It was immediately clear that this was a tremendous effort for Chaz - so much so that his bros dashed in to spot him.  
   “You can do it bro!  Show this fucking roid boy who’s the boss!”   
   Ugly veins popped through Chaz’ temples as he strained to lower the bar.  At the bottom of the motion, his entire body shook, but up the weight went. 
   “Fuck yeah!!  So fucking alpha!””  He blurted breathlessly as he lowered the bar again and seemingly to make a point, screamed like a madman and pressed it a second time.  His bros helped him rack it and he shot up from the bench.
   “Pure fucking muscle meat, stud!”  Chaz spewed as he cranked out upper body poses, flexing his now sweaty, vein-swollen muscle mass right in Becca’s face.  Becca’s fresh pump might have closed the gap between their physiques, but he’d just blown past her.  He was monstrous, absolutely massive, and starting to show some serious definition.  
   Becca’s face tightened with anger.  Watching him, she ground her teeth together making her a thick mass of striated jaw muscle appear.  She wordlessly walked around him and lay back down on the wet bench.  
    No one said it, but the bros could tell immediately that something had changed.  Becca wasn’t fucking around anymore.  She clenched the barbell with such palpable strength that freaky thick muscles flexed on her fingers and knuckles.  Her forearms tightened into what looked like 20 inch bundles of steel cables.  
   If her muscles had burned before, it was nothing compared to what they felt like now.  Even just grasping the barbell injected so much liquid pain through her shoulders that she swore she’d torn half the ligaments on the last set.  But Becca wanted it.  She was hungry for pain.  She was ready to hurt bad.
   “Grrrrnnnngg!!!”  Becca growled, her voice octaves deeper than it had been a moment before.  The bar rattled s she struggled to hold it above her.  Instead of attempting to spot her, Teddy and Ivan backed off at the sight of Becca’s scary, straining, muscle freak body.  Before their eyes, she was transforming.  She was pumping up so hugely, her muscles taking on such a ferocious swole that she looked like a legit heavyweight pro.  
   “G-get pumped!”  Becca spat literally, before lowering the shaking bar and to the guys’ utter astonishment, roared and powered it back up.  Then she did it again.  
   “More m-muscle!!”  Becca grunted and lowered the bar down for a third rep.  The guys couldn’t believe their eyes.  They were witnessing unbridled testosterone fury as Becca pressed 450 pounds back up.  
   “Get HUGE!!”  She demanded, and lowered it again.  Her body groaned and shrieked hideously as she power-pumped more muscle mass into her skin.   And again it went down, and back up.  
   Becca did 5 reps before she racked the weight.  Her arms immediately dropped to her sides and she sucked in a massive gasps of air.  She weakly rolled off the bench, now dripping sweat off her face and body and gagged lightly.  After a brief moment, she rose to her feet and the physique she presented looked like she’d been swapped with a different person.  
   The bros had never seen anything like her.  She was beyond muscular.  Her pump was totally grotesque and over the top, and her veiny, peeled condition had gotten twice as severe.  She had to hold her arms and legs out in a wide stance from the tremendous beef she’d inflated. 
   Taking a step towards Chaz, Becca lifted one thick arm and cranked out a flex.  The cantaloupe ball of clenched shreds forced Chaz to recoil back.  
   “C’mon, show me your muscles!  Don’t hold back!!”  Becca commanded.  Was she actually challenging him to a pose down?  She was 5 feet tall!
   The two other bros looked to Chaz, and his face gradually tightened with fresh anger.  Lifting his matching arm, he put it side by side with Becca’s and cranked his flex.  
   Holy fuck - Becca’s arm was as big as his!  Then she grunted with effort and flexed harder, and her shaking, straining bicep rose half an inch PAST his!  
   Chaz doubled his effort, flexing with everything he had, but his massive bicep couldn’t quite meet Becca’s peak.  Meanwhile Becca turned her back to him, lifted her other arm and moaned with beefcake arrogance before crunching out a mind-bending double biceps.  Her obscene, vein-covered arms erupted with mass, while her wide lat sweep expanded beyond anything a girl her size should’ve been physically capable of.  She had more muscle meat than huge male bodybuilders.  Her tanned, beef-slab muscle span was so stuffed that she was a like a glistening wet curtain being drawn in front of Chaz.  She utterly dominated his presence.  
   “What the fuck Chaz…?  Teddy muttered at the sight of the beautiful neighbourhood girl out-muscling the roided-up bro completely.  
   “She’s a beast…”  Ivan exclaimed.
   Chaz lifted his other arm and matched her double biceps, stomping his foot and shouting with bone-rattling determination.   He flexed with all his might, sweat starting to trickle down his skin as he gave it all he had.  His massive muscles ballooned out past Becca’s swell, but Becca lowered her arms, tightened her fists and lifted them back up with twice the flexing muscle power. 
   “FfffNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!”  She torture-grunted, flexing her brains out and exploding with ultra-hideous, totally sickening shred mass.  
   Chaz might as well have not even been there.  Becca’s physique was so monster-jacked, so totally roid-swollen that his shape vanished behind her.  
   “Fuck this shit!”  Chaz fumed and threw his hands down.  “Two more fucking plates!”
   Teddy and Ivan were far less ready to follow his command this time, and peered back dumbfounded.  “Chaz dude, that’s more than your max.”  One of them cautioned.  Chaz shot them a murderous glare and they scrambled to get the weight.
   The barbell now had six 45 pound plates on each side, for a total of 540 pounds.  Laying down on the bench, Chaz reached out and fixed his grasp.  
   “Do it bro!  You’re a freak!” His friends encouraged.   
   “I’m a FREAK!”  Chaz spat.  With a ragged, furious scream, he began to press the bar up.  His face was beet red by the time he even got it off the rack.  Veins were popping so hard from his arms that they looked like sausages sewn under his skin.  With painful slowness, he got the weight over his chest, and tried desperately to lower it down.  He was making spurting, gasping sounds as his face slowly turned purple and every vein in his forehead sprung from his skin.  After nearly a minute, he got the weight down to his chest, but he could not move it even an inch upward.  
   Finally, it took Teddy and Ivan’s combined strength to wrench it off of Chaz and rerack it.  Chaz lay gasping on the bench.  It took his eyes a moment to come back into focus, but as they did, he saw a blurry shape standing above him - an unquestionable Adonis.  Rippling muscles, freakish veins beyond his wildest imagination.  From his vantage point, Becca’s face was totally obscured by her hugely swollen pecs, and Chaz was struck by a profound realization: his little neighbor was a god damn monster-weight Mister Olympia.     
   “My turn.” Becca’s soft voice announced. 
   Ivan helped Chaz off the bench and Becca took his place.  This time, the hands that wrapped around the bar were even shockingly muscular and coiled with lumpy-thick veins.  Every effort of every muscle was pure agony now, but Becca wasn’t even going to try to ignore it.  She needed more pain.  She wanted to destroy every muscle in her body and become truly huge.  
    “GGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNN!!”  Becca began without pause.  But the weight bar only rattled in place, so violently that it seemed as if the rack could give way.     
   “MMMMother fffffffffff….!!”  She screamed, her neck thickening with blunt stands of  tendon.  Her face tightened and literally flexed.  Muscles that they bros didn’t know existed starting striating through her cheeks and brow.  Veins as thick as the ones on Chaz’ arms tore from the centre of her forehead.  
   Every sliver of definition in her horseshoe triceps electrified, every knot and cut crystallized in relief, trying to tear their anchor points from her bones.  The thickest, juiciest veins imaginable wrenched through her skin, standing off the heads of her bis, tris and delts by huge hideous inches.  
   “Ffffffrrrrrep… it… you… STUD!!”  Her demanded and impossibly, the weight lifted.  Shaking the whole way down, Becca let the bar touch her beyond-pumped, utterly torn up chest before shaking her head and roaring like a deep-throated alpha monster and cranking it straight back up. 
   Then the truly impossible happened.  Instead of racking the weight, Becca held it aloft and muttered an order, seemingly using every muscle in her strained jaw.  
   “M-more… weight!”
   The huge weight shook loudly as she waited.  The bros looked at each other incredulously.  Partly recovered, Chaz got to his feet and grabbed another 45 pound plate.  He barked to Ivan.  “Put another one on!”  
   The two jocks slid on a matching pair of weights with a piercing clang.  There were now seven 45 pound plates on each side, enough to make the bar sag slightly and jiggle as the small muscle mutant fought to hold it up.
   “FFFFF h-hurts… so much…gggggggnNNNNN”. Becca whined, tears beginning to well up beneath her big baby blues.   But to everyone’s astonishment, the weight didn’t come crashing down.  Becca opened her pain-shuttered eyes and looked up at the shell-shocked gazes of the men locked to her outrageous muscle-bod. 
   “NNNNEED TO BE THE BIGGEST!!”  She suddenly roared and lowered the weight.  Again it touched her chest and her entire upper body flex-clenched to start the effort back up. 
   “NNNNEEED TO BE A FFFFREAK!!”  She screamed and forced her body to flex with inhuman willpower, pushing the crushing, bouncing mass of weight slowly up.  Then at the top, she again held it, and spat hot saliva. 
   “M-m-mooore!!!!”
   Even Chaz couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing.  Becca wasn’t human. Again he and Ivan slid on another pair of plates, and only then realized that the olympic barbell was maxed out.  Sixteen 45 pound plates.  720 pounds of crushing iron.  
   “GROW!!  NOT BIG ENOUGH!!  MORE MUSCLE!!” Becca shrieked as she went right into her rep, letting the weight drop with unimaginable control.  When it touched her chest, there wasn’t any skin there.  The cold barbell was separated only by a nearly invisible membrane and seemingly touched her muscle fibres directly.  Meanwhile the ends of the bar were so saggy that they clanked against the floor of the garage. 
   And up it slowly went, the excruciating power pumping more lean muscle meat by the second into Becca’s arms and forcing a third and forth layer of veins to erupt through her skin.  Becca was so hard on herself that she gave no respite at all, and simply brute-forced the bar all the way back up.
   “MMMMOOOOORRRREEEE!!!”  She shook, her now baritone voice turned bestial as it exploded from the depths of her lungs.       
   “Chaz, the fuckin’ bar’s maxed!  What does this freak want?!”  Teddy stammered.    
   “She wants to break - so we’ll break her!  Get the chains!”  Chaz demanded like a bodybuilding Captain Ahab.  
   The bros found two piles of heavy-gauge, two-inch thick chains near the back of the garage.  Chaz planted his feet widely beside one of them, grabbed hold from the center of the long chain and used all of his considerable bodyweight to drag it over to Becca.   Ivan and Teddy met him a moment later with a second one.  
   “Throw ‘em on!”  Chaz ordered, before all three bros groaned loudly and lifted the heavy metal up and over the ends of the shaking barbell, draping them on like Christmas garlands. 
   Becca’s eyeballs nearly bulged out of her head.  She screamed like she was being knifed in the chest as the combined weight of the plates and chains finally started to press her arms down.  
   “N-NO..!! I’m a juiced… upppp… STUDDDD!”  Becca cried, tears now pouring down her cheeks.  Her biceps and triceps screamed in protest as thousands of fibres tore among an orgy of spasming, ribbon-sliced definition.  The veins covering her muscles squeezed to near bursting as they desperately fed oxygen to the screaming masses of hypertrophic roid meat.  Her shaking body looked inhumanly jacked, her muscles easily double the size of what they’d been when she had started.  Her lats were so wide that they were now pressing against the edges of the rack.  But the bar gradually pushed her down. 
   “I’mmmm … a… HEEEE… MANNNN!!!!”  Becca fought, her heart smashing against her rib cage like an enraged gorilla’s.  Her vascularity was erratically swelling and squirming with her heartbeat, turning every last inch of her deeply reddening skin into a nauseating display of writhing boa constrictors.  Her definition was hideously crisp.  The texture of her muscles were naked and vibrating with clenched, piano wire tension.  But still the bar pressed her down.     
   “I’m a… RRRRRIPPED-!!”  She screamed at herself, unleashing her full ferocious will and suddenly, the impossible happened.  As if her body were injected with medical grade adrenaline, her every muscle at once tightened & shredded, and simultaneously swelled with heaving mass.  How this teenaged girl was capable of such tremendous hypertrophy was beyond believing.  
   The descent of the weights stopped dead with an ear-piercing clang.  
    “MMMMMMMUSCLE B-BOY-!!!  Becca roared, stands of saliva flinging from her drool-caked chin.  Her neck ballooned to fully twice the width of her muscular jaw.  Her shoulders and lats were swole-crushed against the rack painfully as her pump massively grew her.  
   Against all reason, the weight started to rise again.  
   “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFREAK…!!!”
   Half an inch every second, the teen powerhouse pushed the cartoonishly u-shaped barbell back up.  Somehow, she ratcheted her intensity further and the bar climbed faster.  Testosterone overwhelmed her system, bloating her hose-thick blood vessels to outrageous bursting masses that would make even the sickest muscle fetishists puke their guts out.   
   Just before she reached the top, Becca’s arms were unrecognizable pillars of twisted, roided-up muscle.  Her pecs were hyper-masculine shred-slabs of beef.  Whole naked tendons were exploding and ripping apart in a gruesome symphony of pec-destruction.  She was so ripped to the bone that it seemed like her insane web of monster veins was the only thing keeping her muscles from literally bursting apart. 
   “SSSSSSSSHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!” 
   Becca didn’t just rep the loudly banging weights and chains, but threw the whole bar into the air.  Chaz and the others scrambled out of the way as it crashed down behind the rack, cracking the concrete floor in a cacophony of crashing metal.     
   Becca rolled off of the soaking wet bench and slumped onto her hands and knees, barely able to hold her own body up.  She sobbed face down into a literal puddle of her own sweat, gagging, retching and dry-heaving her guts out.  
   Ivan and Teddy looked down at the glistening muscle slab’s spasming back.  Her huge bare lats were ghastly in their pure, dry-peeled definition.  Veins snaked and wadded all over her traps and shoulders, down her spine and fanned out to the very edges of her brutish body.  
   “…Grab her arms.”  Chaz ordered, snapping the other two bros from their demented physique show hypnosis.  “Time to show her that it takes more than muscles to be a real man.”
    Becca’s awareness was spotty as the two bros took an arm each and lifted her up.  
   “F-fuck she’s heavy!” Teddy fought.  “Feels like she’s carved out of iron!”
   Becca’s involuntary twitches and spasms jerked both big men around.  
   “She kicks like a mule Chaz!”  Ivan struggled.  
   But behind them, Chaz had already gone back to the barbell and with all his strength, hoisted one of the chains off.  “Just k-keep her arms up.  G-gonna make her nice and comfortable…!”
   ***
   Becca’s eyelids fluttered.  Her big blue eyes slowly greeted a blurry world of searing pain.  
   “Wakey wakey sunshine.” Whispered a familiar voice. 
   “You sure she’s tied up tight?” 
   “Stop being a pussy.  She ain’t bustin’ out of that.”  
   Becca’s vision cleared enough to see Chaz and his friends facing her.  It was just in time to watch him wind up and deliver a solid right hook to her gut.  It knocked the spit from her mouth and doubled her over, only she didn’t fall to the ground - she simply hung in the air by her arms. 
   “HHnnnggg…”  Becca moaned, stringy hair hanging limply over her eyes.  Sweat ran down her burning face and spattered her contest-shredded quads. 
   Chaz bounced around clutching his fist.  “FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK!!”  It felt like he’d punched a cement wall. 
   Becca weakly tightened her hands and tried to pull them closer only for fire to blast her shoulders.  Just activating her muscles hurt more than she could bear, but something else was stopping her too.  Lifting her head to look, she saw that the thick lifting chains the guys had slung on the barbell were now acting as restraints.  Her wrists were wrapped tight and the chains were strung around a pair of metal support beams on either side of the garage, and continued behind her to the trailer hitch on Chaz’s truck.  This bondage position forced her arms spread eagle from her body, like a hot girl-Hercules chained to two great, towering Roman columns.  
   And she looked every bit the Hercules too.  Despite her exhaustion, Becca’s muscles were savagely jacked.  Her thick-necked, brutishly wide lat-swell meatiness had grown to awe-inspiring proportions.  Even her deeply stretched pecs seemed lost among the volume of muscle mass this beautiful young girl possessed.  She was so muscular that the bros each struggled not to lose themselves in her magnificence, or lose their lunch at the obsessive micro detail of her skinless definition. 
   “W-what gives…?”  Becca questioned nervously, trying getting her footing.  “Y-you guys aren’t sore that I out-lifted Chaz, are you?”  
   “Naw, you showed us all what a big beefcake you are.”  Chaz explained, coming in closer to Becca and feeling the wet heat radiating from her unbelievable body.  “So now we’re gonna give you a big beefcake beatdown.” 
    Without warning, Chaz lunged forth and kicked her square in the crotch.  
   “GGGGNNNNGGG!!”  Becca clenched, sweat flinging from her bulging muscles. 
   “Christ!!”  Chaz cursed, this time grabbing his throbbing foot.  
   “You okay Chaz?  What did she do?”
   “She’s fucking hard everywhere.”  He muttered through his teeth.
   The other guys turned to Becca ominously.     
   “… W-what the hell is she packing under there?” Ivan worried, coming up to Becca and grabbing the bottom of her shorts.    
   “Wait!-”  Becca protested.
   In a flash, he yanked Becca’s shorts down to her ankles.  All three bros immediately burst into laughter and on some level, felt enormous relief at the sight of Becca’s male bodybuilder physique stuffed into a pair of pink cotton panties. 
   “Check it out - Mister Universe has a camel toe!”  Teddy wheezed. 
   “Pink’s definitely your color bro!”  
   Becca’s emotions churned.  She felt utterly humiliated, like a soft little girl again.  Despite the gut-wrenching torture in her muscles - pain that made her knees weak and her eyes water - she was enraged enough to test her bonds.  Pulling her fists together wracked her muscles with lacerations, but the effort was enough to lift the heavy chains.  Then just as quickly, her fists stopped dead, the links snapping taunt.  It felt like her arms were torn from her sockets just as she’d begun a double bicep flex.  Becca hunched over, crying.    
   “Hey, don’t get your panties in a bunch!”  The guys shrieked through endless laughter.  
   She sucked in sharp fits of air.  Slowly Becca lifted her head again, but this time she noticed something through the sweat stinging her eyes.  Behind the bros, she saw a dusty dresser mirror propped up against the back wall.  In it she spied an impossibly sexy musclebound mega-hunk looking back at her.  His wet, rippling, nearly naked hardbody made her clit twitch.  Holy fuck - that hot stud was HER.  
   Chaz marched to the side of the garage and grabbed an aluminum bat.  “Now that you see you’re not going anywhere, let’s get back to the beatdown at hand.”   
   Becca didn’t hear him.  She wasn’t even looking at Chaz or the bros.  Her wide, hungry eyes were fixed to the pretty-boy heartthrob in the mirror - the ridiculous muscle-meat monster who seemed forged out of bronze.  She could feel her sweaty panties getting wetter.
   Before Chaz could lift the bat, Becca planted her feet.  Feeling a surge of kinky sexual energy, she shifted her hips and thrust her stomach and crotch forward.    
   “I t-told you I was more man than any of you, and I meant it.”  Becca stated, biting her puffy wet lips and tightening her fists.  “Look at this bod.”
   A sharp clang split the air as Becca wrenched her arms up.  The bonds had hit their limit again and stopped cold.  But the guys weren’t looking at the restraints.  Their attention was on her chained up heavyweight pose-down and the sickening, room-swallowing muscle she was pumping up.  Then slowly they were drawn to something else: an insidious creaking of strained cotton coming from her crotch.  
   To their growing disbelief, Becca wasn’t only tensing her huge biceps and meaty quads, but a thick fist of definition-notched muscularity between her legs as well.  She was literally hitting a full-frontal pussy pose for them.  A wet, gooey stream of girl juice, mixed with the sweat running down her shredded stomach sucked the saturated cotton panties to her pussy, creating a transparent skin that made every detail in her sex naked to their eyes.  
   Meanwhile Becca watched herself hypnotically, licking her lips and smearing saliva sloppily across her mouth.  She was so hot for the grossly vascular shred-freak straining against the chains, grunting and rippling, that she was literally drooling.  She wished she could feel him up so bad, worship those huge butched-out muscles.  
   Keeping the chains pulled tight was making tears run down her face, but she wanted more of the disgusting beast in the mirror.  
   “GGGGGGGGGGNNNNN!!”  Becca groaned, tightening her full body flex and activating  so much fibrous horror through her besieged ligaments that she started to see stars.  She wanted even more of him, more pain.  She wanted the worst muscle torture ever.  She flexed even harder, literally ripping her muscles apart.  “FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!!!”
   Becca’s pussy lips snap-flexed hugely, looking like a pair of lemon-sized biceps stuffed in her panties.  They were becoming so pumped and jagged-cut that the edges of them popped out of the hem of her underwear, momentarily relieving some of the over-stuffed strain.  Huge, bulbous veins squirmed beneath her underwear, fuelling her pussy muscles and thickening so ferociously that they had nowhere to go but burst from the edges of the material and snake down her thighs.        
   Watching her muscles fighting against her bonds was getting Becca massively turned on.  And that was making the other hunk of meat she’d worked so hard to hide at school start to swell up.         
   “Holy fuck - i-is she getting a hard-on?!”  One of the bros muttered, breaking the shared silence that had taken them. 
   Becca’s panties groaned loudly now.  A thick, angry, thumb-sized clit was fighting to break free.  Seams began to snap one by one as her raging clit boner pressed against the limits of the material.  She was giving herself the biggest hard on of her life!   
   “FFFuck yeah…so BUTCH!!”  Becca growled at the hunk in the mirror before pushing her head back and cranking the intensity dial into the red zone.  “FFFFFFLEX!!!” 
   Her entire body shrieked like it was going to rip apart from the brutality of a sudden, shocking full body flex.  Somehow, her locked fists started to rise. 
   Behind her, the bros saw the whole of Chaz’s truck start inching towards them, forcefully dragged backward on locked wheels by the now moving chains.
   Becca felt like her muscles were being sprayed by a flamethrower.  She desperately wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, but she couldn’t tear them away from the hot alpha hunk in the mirror.  The obscene effort she was forcing from her body was taxing every strand of sinew to it’s limit, bloating every horrible, over-filled vein to its hideous max.  It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.  
   “F-flex your… huge… sweaty… m-mmmmmuscles…!!!”  She moaned animalistically, pulling her double biceps higher despite the ripping, snapping, tearing noises consuming her body - despite the hundred pounds of cast iron chain-links wrapped around her rope-burned wrists, or the 1700 pounds of SUV she was force-dragging into the concrete garage.  
   Then suddenly Becca felt a series of fireworks go off deep inside her.  Her painfully hard 3.5 inch clit erection jerked massively and in one powerful thrust, tore right through her panties completely.  Like a damn bursting, thick spurts of girl cum shot from her flexed-tight pussy, splattering the bros sweatpants several feet way.  
   “HHHNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!”  The over-muscled, too-shredded vein-nightmare roared, seemingly powered further by her firehose orgasm.  Becca’s biceps, triceps and delts compressed even more brutally-tight, their angles so high and dramatic that stretch marks began to appear on her skin.  She looked like an absurdly over-muscled medic diagram. 
   Everything that stood against Becca’s might began crying out in desperation.  Chain links crackled loudly, the steel beams on either side groaned.  Even the frame of Chaz’s truck shrieked like twisting steel.  
   “HHHHHHHHHHHHARDER!!!!”
   Another geyser of cum pressure-squirted from Becca’s pussy, almost seeming like her throbbing clit shaft was blowing a porn star load.  Her arms had nearly reached the apex of a double biceps pose, showing off the immensity of her beefcake muscularity to the absolute, gender-smashing max.  The body of the truck had been pulled two and half feet into the garage and was almost touching her veiny, balled-tight glutes.  Nothing could stop Becca. 
   It was the trailer hitch that finally gave out and cracked off, flinging the chains forward and crashing them against the walls of the garage around everyone.  The bros barely dove out the way in time to miss the links of iron crashing about.  
   Becca lurched ahead awkwardly, freed of her bondage and landed on her knees.  She was completely naked, her scraps of panty material fluttering to the ground beneath her.  Sweat absolutely streamed down her oiled up solid brown body, her wrenching deep breaths pooling and dumping reservoirs of perspiration that continually collected in the deep cuts of her puffed up muscle bellies. 
   Becca was breathing so hard that she didn’t hear Chaz recover and come at her with the bat.  A dull thud shook the room as Chaz connected a full-power blow to her heaving lats.  Becca had what little air was in her lungs knocked out of them.  
   “Hurry, while the freak’s down!  Get her fucking arms!” 
    Teddy threw himself at her and tackled the glistening girl-stud’s left arm.  Ivan got the other one.  Her big clit was still rock hard and flung about as they fought, slapping her inner thighs wetly.  The bros finally forced her ultra-muscular body upright.  
   “I don’t care how much fucking juice you shoot up or how much iron you crank - you’ll always be the sad little pussy stain your dad left behind!!” 
   Chaz wound up to take a game-ending swing with his bat when Becca’s nostrils flared.  She locked her ripped, apple-sized abs into rigid iron, lifted her ass high and clasped her competition-sliced thighs around Chaz’s head.
   The other two bros felt Becca’s big biceps simultaneously explode as she lifted them both off their feet and slammed them together.  Everybody fell to the pavement in a pile of bruised bodies. 
   Panting and light-headed, Becca only had a moment to recover, but her wrecked muscles were barely responding.  Worse still, when she tried to lift her fists, the heavy chains were still wrapped around them, dragging the links along the floor and adding a weighty burden to each exhausted arm.  
   Ivan was the first bro to get loose from the tangle of Becca’s bulging muscle meat.  He clambered over her, smothering her smaller shape with his huge frame and clamped down on her right arm.  
   On her other side, Chaz wrestled himself onto Becca’s beefy pecs and put her in a head lock.  Becca grabbed his forearm to pry him off, but his leverage made it feel unbreakable.   
   Teddy meanwhile was stuck underneath Becca’s weight and clawed blindly for something to grab hold of.  His hand found her wet crotch and clasped onto her big steroid clit like it was the overhead bar on a subway car.  
   Becca shrieked in half searing pain, half mind-numbing pleasure.  Her pussy spasmed and shot thick globs of cum all over her lower legs.  But Teddy began pulling his entire bodyweight against her girl boner in an attempt to get free.  With no arms to stop him, all Becca could do was clench her stomach and force all of her strength, all of her pumping, bloated-up vascularity down her crotch and power-flexed her clit.  
   Teddy didn’t know what he had grabbed onto, but it felt like a handful of muscles suddenly swelled in his grasp.  He could feel separations deepening as Becca flexed harder, pumping up her nearly 4-inch monster clit with so much flexing muscle that it nearly ruptured her skin.  A cluster of enormous veins surged up the underside of her shaft, throbbing and squeezing between his fingers.  Then with a piercing cry, Becca literally erection-flexed her clit with all of her might and broke free of his grasp, slapping her hard-on against her lower abs and back to flagpole-straight attention.    
   Chaz spotted his bat on the floor nearby and lurched desperately to get it.  He rammed  it under Becca’s chin, locked his grip on either end and started to choke her with it.  
   “Gunnnngggg!!”  Becca gurgled, her face quickly turning red and lumpy-swole veins popping across her temples.   
   Teddy finally got out from under her and threw his weight on top of Ivan’s grasp, joining in the struggle to restrain her arm.
   Blackness encroached on Becca’s vision.  The rippling bodybuilder was gradually being overpowered by the combined men grappling her naked physique simultaneously.  For all her incredible muscularity, she was still one teenaged girl against several larger, older, heavier jocks.  Through her suffocating thoughts, Becca remembered her mom.  She saw her loving eyes and heard the words Chaz had said to her echo in her mind.  Was she going to let her mom down too?  Was she really the soft, weakling daughter that her dad had despised?  Or was she going to man the fuck up? 
   With a room-shaking predator roar, Becca picked herself up carrying all three bros on her awesomely broad, ultra-ripped shoulders.  Her thighs detonated with grotesque shredded definition, bratwurst-thick veinage and heavy-duty muscle mass as she literally shoulder-pressed the guys like a trio of 250 pound meat weights.  Twisting her pecs around, her chest became complete hypertrophy insanity as she flung Chaz over her onto the hard pavement at her feet.  
   The transfer of weight tumbled Becca down after him, and she landed with the other two bros on top of her, never taking their paws off her arm.  At her feet she could see Chaz already shaking off the blow, so she swung her legs around and locked his neck between her calves.  Chaz immediately thrashed about, his oxygen supply cut off by a pair of vein-covered, football helmet calves that ground rocks of grainy muscle against his face.  His hands slapped and slipped along Becca’s cum-soaked thighs, but he couldn’t find purchase.  
   Turning her attention to the guys on her arm, Becca shifted her jaw in anticipation of a monumental effort.  With a determination that was utterly terrifying, Becca balled her captive fist, transforming her bicep into a hideous, hyper-ripped football.  Mammoth arterial veins poured across her bis and tris with such savagery that Ivan and Teddy nearly puked at the sight of it. 
   “HHHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!”  She roared as she pushed her arm against the combined strength of the bros, their full bodyweight and even the lifting chain,  all at the same time.  Screaming so loudly that the force could’ve peeled paint, Becca pressed her arm off the pavement, higher and higher until she wrapped it around Ivan’s neck.  With her other arm, she wrenched Teddy backwards onto her other pumpkin shoulder before locking both men in a pair of crushing headlocks.  
   “I w-want… t-that apology Chazzzz!!” Becca bawled into the heavens. 
   “F-fuck off!!”  Chaz spat back, as he managed to wedge his hands between Becca’s shins and started to pry them open.  To his surprise, Becca released him only to swing her legs higher and crunch down on his head with her even huger thighs.  Everything from his shoulders up disappeared between them. 
   Becca arched her massive back out of a pool of sweat and flexed every single muscle in her body to her absolute red-line limit. 
   “Apologize… to… m-my MOM!!!”  Becca wailed.  Holding all three beefy weightlifters in a submission grapple at once while the bros jerked violently like dying carps was the hardest and most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.  She was essentially performing a continuous, no holds barred most-muscular - pouring so much withering, crying, skin tearing power into it that if performed on a contest stage, she would’ve cause mass hysteria.
   Deep between her thighs, Chaz’s muffled voice still resisted.  “Fuck y-you BECCA!!!”  
   That was the last straw.  Despite her sweat-soaked clench-flex cutting through whole reams of muscle fibres like chaffs of wheat, Becca demanded more from her muscles.  Flexing her thighs with incalculable strength, Chaz was pulled deeper into a prison relentlessly crushing, inhumanly developed muscularity.  
   “HHRRRRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!”  She howled, her physique nothing more than an inhuman orgy of shreds and veins still becoming harder, definition getting even sharper, veins bursting huger from every corner of her body.
   “GGGGGGGNNNOOOOKAAAAAY!!!!!”  Chaz shrieked.  “I’M SSSSORRY!!  I’M SO SORRYYYYYY!!!!!!”  
   Between her legs, Becca blew a huge final load all over Chaz’s nearly purple face, which was rammed nose-deep into her muscle-packed pussy.  As squirt after voluminous squirt poured from her, she could hear his wet gurgles gradually weaken. 
   One by one she felt the bro’s hands cease clawing, their limbs go limp and their heartbeats slow.  After what seemed like an eternity, Becca’s raging pump lust cleared and she forced her painfully locked muscles to loosen.  The three unconscious bodies slumped to the floor. 
   For long minutes, the only sound that filled the room was Becca’s deep, burning, life-restoring breaths.  When she could finally form a coherent thought, it was that she’d done it.  She’d taken everything the biggest jocks on the block could throw at her and come back with more.  She smiled and couldn’t help but rub her hands all over her massive, soaking wet muscles and then down between her legs.   
   ***  
   A muscular, veiny hand reached into the SUV and turned off the thumping music.  
   Becca shook Chaz’s track pants down his legs and pulled them off.  She took one last look at the naked, ultra-swole pump-freak peering back at her from the mirror before pulling the pants over her legs.  She found Chaz’s double XL tank top on the floor and draped it over her massively heaving chest.  Pressing her baseball cap on, Becca was ready to head home when a thought struck her.  Was she REALLY the biggest he-man on the block?  There was still one last lingering doubt that she couldn’t put out of her mind.   
   Kneeling down, a blush washed over her girlish features as she peered at Chaz’s underwear.  Not a very impressive bulge, she thought.  Bitting her lip like a naughty kid, Becca inched his underwear down and stifled a sharp giggle.  Yep - she truly was the boss in every category.      
   *** 
   Becca’s mom leap up from the couch the moment she heard the front door open.  
   “Oh my gosh Becs, I’ve been worried sick about you!”  She exclaimed, launching herself across the room and throwing her arms around her daughter in a big hug. 
   “M-mom c’mon, get off.  I’m all sweaty.”  Becca mumbled warmly.  
   But Becca’s mom held their hug, at first for what felt like a few beats too long.  Then to the teen’s surprise, she felt her mom’s hands moving to feel the shifting, layered-deep muscles that built out her colossal back, feeling her beyond-tight ass and all the veiny tendons clenching. 
   When the hug finally broke, her mom’s eyes lingered across Becca’s scary-huge biceps, her monstrously sliced deltoid heads, over the hoses of pulsing, aggressive veins that snaked across her pecs - and finally up to her angelic face.  
   Even more to Becca’s surprise, her mom’s cheeks had reddened completely.  In her mom’s eyes, she had never seen Becca anywhere near this muscular before, or this unapologetically hyper-macho.  An electric gaze between them filled a painful silence that seemed to last an eternity before either spoke.  
   “Um - so I don’t think Chaz will be bothering us anymore.”  Becca started, her soft, sweetly young voice reminding her mom that it was her loving daughter she was looking at.     
   “Oh - er, t-that’s good to hear, honey.”  Her mom stuttered.  “W-what did you say to him…?”  
   Becca passed a moment.  “I’ll tell you after I finish my workout.”
   With a cute wink, Becca headed back to the basement door and disappeared into her homemade personal gym for the rest of the morning.