HARDBODY
Chapter 11 – Jenna’s cam show
Linus was in his room finishing-up the final preparations
for Jenna’s internet debut when the doorbell rang. He quickly glanced at his watch, panic shooting
through his body. She was early!
Dashing into the hall, Linus made a beeline for
the stairs, desperate to reach the front door as fast as possible. Jenna wasn’t meant to arrive until his
parents had left for the day. That had
been his carefully orchestrated plan – a plan designed to save him the
humiliation of introducing his freakishly hulked-out bodybuilder girl-crush to
his family.
Linus knew he was on thin ice already. It was bad enough that his mom had recently stumbled
across a stack of erotic drawings in his bedroom closet. Until now, not a word had been spoken on the
subject, but Linus could imagine what his parents thought of the pornographic, girl-faced
muscle-hunks he fawned over – all thick pecs and bulging biceps barely
contained beneath tiny bikinis and miniskirts.
What would they think when they met the insanely hyper muscle-bound Jenna
face to face?
Linus skidded to a halt at the top of the
stairs. Shit - his dad was already at
the door. Linus watched helplessly as his
father opened up to greet their guest.
Beautiful Jenna stood waiting outside holding
a large, over-stuffed duffle bag – likely her “costume” for her cam show. To her father’s surprise, the 5’4 beauty’s preposterously
pumped-up shape effortlessly filled the entire doorway and beyond.
Jenna was dressed in an ankle-length skirt
and her largest customer-made fat girl sweater – a well-intentioned attempt to conceal
her absolutely monstrous physicality, and also a complete failure. There was simply no hiding the kind of hyper-extreme,
Frankenstein muscularity that Jenna carried.
Even her thick, XXXXL sweater was stretched like overtaxed spandex
across massive mutant traps, pumpkin-sized shoulders and arms as thick as battleship
cannons. Heaps of pulsing vascularity surged
and strained against the overburdened material and utterly dominated every inch
of her exposed flesh. Her hands and neck
were so vascular that the veins stood an inch off her body like gnarly tree
roots. Even Jenna’s angelic face
pulsated with dozens of swollen hoses. Everything
seemed so intensely flexed, pressurized and tightly clenched that Linus worried
she might burst at any second.
Linus’ dad simply stared at the ferociously
mega-muscled she-Hercules, his jaw hanging open on a hinge. Like everyone in the neighborhood, he’d heard
stories about the local girl with the big muscles, but nothing could’ve
prepared him for the explosively bulging steroid-behemoth that stood before
him. Then she spoke – in the cutest,
freshest little girl voice he’d ever heard and what was left of his mind was
officially blown.
“Oh - hello.
Is… Linus home?”
Linus appeared in a flash. He grabbed Jenna’s thick, tendon-packed wrist
and pulled her inside.
“Jenna, this is my Dad. Dad, Jenna.
She’s my - um… study partner.”
Confused Jenna glanced at Linus, who
shot her a “play along” look. She looked
back at Linus’ rattled father and adjusted her glasses, a simple motion that
caused two-dozen artery-sized veins to pulse through her forehead.
“Er - that’s right. I’m here to… study.”
The dad continued to gawk, eying Jenna’s deep,
beautiful eyes and luscious lips. Beneath
her thick-rimmed nerd glasses she was a stone-cold stunner. He would’ve been proud of his son for landing
such a sexy piece of ass if not for the hideous he-body that she
was attached to. He moved his gaze down across
the ruthless assault of rippling, extra-strength man-beef straining against her
clothes and found himself short of breath.
With her beefcake bulk, contest-cut definition and ultra-rich spray tan,
Jenna was like a gender-bending Chippendales dancer, only jacked up on truckloads of growth
hormones.
“Soooo we’re just gonna’ get going now...” Linus rushed in an attempt to hurry things
along. He snatched the straps of Jenna’s
bag and tried to hoist it up only to find it seemingly magnetized to the floor.
Linus’ dad glanced at him. With an awkward smile, Linus took hold of the
bag with both hands and gave it another try.
It didn’t budge. Determined to
lift it, Linus planted his feet, bent his knees and put his back into it. He could hardly lift it an inch. What the hell did she have in there – a train
engine?
“Heh.
You sure brought a lot of text
books, Jenna.” Linus intoned.
A blush shot across Jenna’s face.
“Oh – sorry.
A girl can never have too many text books. I can get it…”
With a nearly effortless motion, Jenna
scooped up the bag single handedly. The
sleeve of her right arm instantly groaned as her stupendously swollen upper-arm
further inflated with over a dozen inches of massive, meaty, panic-inducing muscularity. A ferocious two-inch thick super-vein snarled
across her bicep and almost tore the sleeve wide open.
Both Linus and his father gawked at the preposterously
pumped-up arm straining Jenna’s sweater to the max – a sight made even more
unbelievable by her apparent lack of effort.
The individual fibers of the sleeve, suffocating beneath the unrelenting
tension of the pretty teen’s overinflated basketball bicep, were forced nearly
transparent. Jesus, Linus thought –
Jenna’s biceps were literally bigger than her head!
“W-what are you two studying… exactly?” Linus’ father asked, unable to tear his eyes
from Jenna’s superhuman pipes.
Linus looked back at Jenna and
cracked a knowing smile.
“Anatomy.”
***
Back
in his bedroom, Linus fiddled at the computer.
He found the cam site he'd signed up with and logged in. Jenna and Linus had solidified their plans
weeks ago but Jenna insisted on some extra time. She’d wanted to intensify her training and more
specifically her diet so she could get herself into “contest shape”. Linus used the intervening weeks to “market”
Jenna by plastering her pictures all over the internet. He knew her pics were absolute game-changers
but the question remained if anyone would come to the show. To be honest, he wasn't even sure people
would believe she was real and not some Photoshop science experiment. He hardly believed it himself, even as she
dressed for the show in his bathroom.
What
really burned Linus up though was knowing that his efforts were only helping drive
Jenna into the arms of the school’s premier jock douche bag, Edward Scott. For some unfathomable reason, Jenna was
smitten by the handsome, charming, socially popular quarterback and determined
to win his attention at any cost. It was
even more ironic that the purpose of the cam show was to finance Jenna’s
transformation into Ed’s super-freaky bodybuilding prom date. With the money she hoped to generate, Jenna
would upgrade her home gym, ramp up her supplement intake and pack on enough brand
new muscle mass to fill the circus tent dress Ed had given her. Worse still, if Linus didn’t do something
soon, he’d be left out in the cold while Jenna and Ed rode off into the sunset. He needed to make a move, and soon.
Linus was snapped back to reality by the
sound of the bathroom door. He turned to
see Jenna timidly step out. The clicking
of high heels was an alien presence in his nerdtastic bedroom – a veritable den
of geekdom that repelled gorgeous girls like Kryptonite. Yet there Jenna stood – the most gorgeous girl
of all and the object of his deepest desire.
To his surprise, her fantastic physique was draped in a long black cloak
and hood. She’d also concealed her eyes,
as well as a portion of her raging facial vascularity beneath a small white
mask.
“I’m ready.” She spoke softly, her heart clearly racing at
the mere thought of the event before her.
“Y-you’re going to wear a
mask?” Linus asked. “But you’re so pretty.”
An embarrassed smile curled across
Jenna’s lips.
“You’re sweet to say that, Linus –
but I need to protect my identity. I’ve
decided that on the internet, I’ll go by the name HARDBODY.”
Linus felt his underwear zone tingle
at the sound of that word. Hard body. It was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. Still, an obvious question remained.
“Aren’t you worried that people will
think you’re a… I mean, with muscles as big as yours you kind of look like a…”
“Boy?” Jenna answered.
Actually, Linus had stronger words
in mind. He-Man. Beefcake.
Steroid muscle-freak. He noticed
Jenna bite her lip - a light, unconscious tick that suggested she was turned on
by the notion of being mistaken for a vein-popping Flex Magazine muscleman.
“Linus,
I’ve never told anyone what I’m about to tell you… but I think you deserve to
be warned.”
Linus perked up.
“I know
this is going to sound strange but… I like it when people are… surprised by my
muscles.”
“Surprised?” Linus questioned.
“Well,
more like frightened… or disgusted… or worse.”
Linus
swallowed hard. He watched Jenna struggle
for her next words.
“People have treated me differently ever since
I began lifting weights. In the
beginning it wasn’t so bad – people thought it was cute that I had muscles. But as I spent more and more time in the gym,
the reactions changed. When I first reached
200 pounds, people didn’t find it cute anymore.
People on the street started to look at me funny. Kids laughed and called me names. Women seemed repulsed by me. I wasn’t how a girl was supposed to look. My muscles were too big – too hard and masculine. I remember how I’d run home every night
crying, hating myself, thinking I was a freak.
I nearly gave up bodybuilding forever, but something stopped me. Slowly I realized that deep inside - I liked
it. I wanted to be a freak – a big, strong, bulging muscle-monster. I realized that the more I frightened people,
the freakier I had become. After that, shock
and disgust were like steroids to me. I became
desperate to be humiliated. By the time
I reached 300 pounds, I was the most talked about girl in school. Everyone thought I was disgusting – even the
teachers. The principal forced me meet
with psychologists and guidance counselors because I getting so muscular. Every night I’d lie in my room crying, yet
overwhelmed by the desire to get even bigger.
I’d flex in the mirror, horrified by the swollen, unnatural body before
me and desperate for more. When I
reached 400 pounds, it became impossible to hide my muscles. No matter where I went or what I wore, I
caused a scene. I started tearing
through my clothes accidentally, usually ripping my pants or sleeves or even ending
up topless.”
Linus
stared, slack-jawed. Jenna’s heartfelt
confession was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard - and she wasn’t done yet.
“I…
I’m not going to hold anything back today.
I want everyone to see my muscles.
I know you like female bodybuilders but I… I’m afraid that I’m going to
scare you. I – I… want to scare you.”
Linus
watched Jenna turn away in shame. Holy –
fucking – shit. Was he dreaming? Was this some kind of crazy acid-trip? Was the hottest girl on Earth actually
warning him that she was more jacked than he could possibly handle?
With
that, Linus shot over to his closet and whipped open the door. He dug out a shoe box, tossed off the lid and
pulled out his collection of female muscle drawings.
“Jenna,
I fantasize about huge, bulging girl muscles!” Linus confessed as he flipped
through drawing after drawing of the most disgustingly over-developed girl-studs
imaginable. They were warped, hideous
creations, each one a hyper-exaggerated she-hulk more impossibly muscled than
the last.
“I always
thought I was a weirdo for getting turned on by this stuff. I mean – I keep making them bigger and bigger
– and then I stopped drawing breasts and now they barely look like women… but no
matter how hard I try I just can’t make them as ripped as y--”
Linus
cut himself short. Jenna looked up at
him and suddenly realized a single common detail among all of the drawings –
they were all her.
Jenna
stared at most extreme drawing of the bunch - a stomach-churningly insane block
of hormone-bloated muscle-meat. There was
no shape, sex or discernible gender – just a fanatical eruption of veins and
striations screaming and spitting and flexing like an animal – and perched atop
it like a grain of sand in a churning ocean of testosterone, a cute girl’s head
in glasses and pigtails.
“Er-
like I was saying...” Linus continued;
his voice suddenly dry and uncertain.
“No matter how hard I try, I just can’t imagine anything as muscular as…
you are.”
As
unfathomable as it seemed, Linus was correct.
It was painfully obvious that even the repulsively muscle-bound girly-thing
on the page couldn’t capture a tenth of Jenna’s indescribable physicality.
Linus
and Jenna stared at one another, lost in a timeless moment that seemed to exist
apart from the world. He gazed at her
luscious lips and felt drawn to them.
His mouth moved towards hers, just inches apart.
The
moment was quickly broken by a chime from the computer behind them. Jenna blushed and looked away. Linus cleared his throat. He tossed his drawings back into the box and zipped
over to the computer.
“L-looks
like the first customers have logged in and – HOLY SHIT!” He shouted.
Jenna
glanced over his shoulder at the computer screen. She was as shocked as he was to find over
1000 users logged into her account.
“A
thousand users! That’s awesome,
Jenna!” Linus cheered. “The pictures worked! You’re going to rake in the cash!”
But as
he turned back to her, Linus found Jenna scared stiff.
“No…
don’t be nervous. They’re going to love
you!”
Jenna
smiled weakly. Linus took her hands in
his.
“Look
– you’ve totally got this. I even
brought up my brother’s old barbells from the basement just in case you need
them.”
Jenna
glanced over to a hefty bar loaded with 50 pound weights.
“Just remember,
once the show starts they can hear you through the microphone, so just talk to
them. Tell them about yourself. They’ll type responses in the chat box at the
bottom of the screen. Ready?”
Jenna
adjusted her mask and took a deep breath.
Linus stepped out of the way. He adjusted
the webcam and activated the feed. She
was live.
For a
moment, Jenna was a deer in headlights. Slowly,
chat box lit up.
-Looks
like Halloween.
-This
better not be bullshit.
Jenna
cleared her throat and forced a smile.
“Hello. I’m Hardbody...”
-Hi
Hardbody.
-Love
the name!
-Don’t
be nervous.
“S-sorry. I’m not going to lie – I’ve never done a cam
show before.”
-That’s
okay.
-What’s
your story, Hardbody?
Jenna
glanced at Linus, a shot of apprehension behind her eyes.
“I’m a…
um, 21 year old college student and amateur bodybuilder.”
Linus
watched the chat box cautiously as Jenna pulled back her hood. Her silken hair flowed out like water.
-You’re
cute!
-You’ve
got a sweet voice, Hardbody.
“T-thank-you.” Jenna answered. “Um… is there anything you’d like to know
about me?”
-What’re your measurements?
-When did you start working out?
-How
big do you want to get?
-Is that picture you posted for real? It’s crazy!
Linus
noticed that users were still logging on.
She was up to 1100 and showing no signs of slowing down.
“Um – well I first began lifting
weights when I was about 9 years old,” Jenna explained. “I remember that I’d come across a bodybuilding
contest on TV. I knew by the time it was
over that I would do anything to look like them. What else?
I haven’t measured myself in a few months so I don’t know what I’m at
but my goal is to reach 1000 pounds –“
-What?
-1000 pounds?!
-Yeah right!
-That’s
like 4 times more than a male heavyweight!
-Even
Rene Toney is only 200 pounds!
-This
is bullshit.
Linus quickly
looked to Jenna. She was visibly shaken
by audience’s suddenly shift.
“N-no,
I really!” She defended. “If I can make enough money to buy the right
equipment, I think I can do it!”
-If
you’re going to lie to us, at least pick a reasonable number.
-I
knew this was a scam.
-Hey
guys, I believe Hardbody. Go to
MadeToOrderMuscle.com. There’s a FBB
called Monstra who’s like 500 pounds.
-THAT
is bullshit.
-You’d
have to be on steroids to get even half that big.
- ALL
the steroids.
-LOL.
-Linus
watched Jenna’s confidence crumble. It
was high school, the shopping mall, the laughing faces- her entire life all
over again.
Then without a word, Jenna got up
and walked to the back of the room.
Linus caught a look of fierce determination in her eyes. He watched her plant her feet firmly and turn
around. In one swift motion she threw off
her cloak revealing the staggering entirety of her humongous, hyper-muscled back.
The
chat box went instantly silent. Linus gawked,
his eyes widening to cartoon character dimensions. None of them had ever seen a body so fanatically
ultra-muscular. It couldn’t have – shouldn’t have been possible.
Shy,
demure little Jenna – the cute girl in glasses he’d crushed-on for years now stood
before the webcam dressed in the sluttiest, most outrageous costume he’d ever
seen. It was in essence a female
bodybuilder’s posing bikini, only made entirely out of thick, heavy-grade
industrial chains. No wonder her duffle
bag had been so heavy – she’d been carrying around 200 pounds of forged-steel! The chains were wrapped across her chest to
strategically cover her nipples like a metal tube top. Her bikini bottoms were an uncomfortable-looking
thong of chains squeezed deep between her ass cheeks and up over her crotch and
hips. She also sported a thick chain
choker necklace and two armbands of chains wrapped around her bulging upper
arms. The outfit alone would have been
an eye-popping, pre-ejaculating super-fantasy had it not been for the utterly,
unimaginably insane giga-physique it was adorned on.
Any
question of Jenna’s unrealistic bodyweight was suddenly and unequivocally moot. She was, unquestionably, an unstoppable female
muscle-monstrosity, full-stop.
Linus
couldn’t believe his eyes. Staring at
Jenna, he felt genuine terror and even repulsion. Impossible as it seemed, Jenna’s warning had
been right. She was so fucking muscular
that it made him sick.
Even
with her arms at her sides, Jenna’s back was wider than a car. From behind, her bloated traps swallowed her
entire neck and all but the very top of her head. Only her tiny elbows and enormous triceps
emerged from the smothering swell of her ridiculous elephant lats.
By
Linus’ estimation, Jenna’s shoulder span was over 6 feet across. Given her crushing, gender-destroying bulk it
was even more alarming how simultaneously shredded she was. The extra weeks of dieting Jenna had insisted
upon had taken her water-retention and body fat levels to a grotesque new extreme. The detail in her back was simply preposterous,
even by her own standards. She was
disgusting to witness – a gorgeous teen beauty who had turned herself into a creature
composed entirely of feathered muscle bellies and pulsating vascularity. No part of her was spared the brutality, from
her ass to her lats to her neck and ears.
This
was it. There was no more hiding. Jenna had turned the spotlight of the entire
world onto her uncompromising physique. The
ultimate humiliation for the ultimate super freak was about to begin.
Without
a word, Jenna placed her dainty hands on her hips and began to spread her
wings. What was already a fortress of heaving
muscle-meat swelled alarmingly outward.
As Jenna’s elbows arced, an eruption of hulktastic she-girth consumed
the space around her. 6 feet, 6 and a
half feet. With her arms at their near
apex she was somehow wider than she was tall.
The chains of her heavy metal tube top groaned as they were pulled
increasingly taunt. Finally her arms
locked at their furthest point producing a jaw-dropping sweep of epic lat mass
the defied scientific classification.
Linus felt
his brain going into meltdown. Jenna’s
arms had disappeared completely into that roiling continent of hilariously butched-out
man-muscularity. They suddenly reappeared
again as she brought her fists up for a rear double bicep flex. As she locked her elbows into place and without
shrinking an inch, Jenna’s back transformed again, this time detonating with harsher-than-harsh,
sicker-than-sick definition and impossible amounts of hardcore muscle.
Holding
her straining, fist-shaking flex, the sheer barbaric muscularity before Jenna’s
audience crossed the line. Of the 1200
customers logged on, over 300 disconnected right then and there, probably to
crawl into a corner and have a panic attack. As if disappointed by the merely terrified
reaction, Jenna releasing her fists, grunted determinedly and flexing even harder.
Avalanches
of bulbous muscularity vomited out from her chiseled, cast-iron core and tested
the elasticity of her thin bronze flesh.
Her shoulders and traps simultaneously tightened and expanded, instantly
doubling in both sheer immensity and eye-burning muscular detail.
Throbbing,
hyper-freaky veinage burst through her skin adding to a delirious network of
vascularity that covered her back. Linus
quickly thought how rare it was to see a female bodybuilder with veins in her back
and incredible effort it must’ve taken to get them to show. By contrast, even the sweeping countryside
that was Jenna’s never-ending lat spread could barely contain any of what
seemed like ten bodybuilders worth of vascularity.
Releasing
her fingers, Jenna reformed her dainty little fists and screamed out an even harder
mega-flex. Somehow, despite the
body-bursting dimensions she’d already produced, she just kept growing. The longer she held each straining,
white-knuckled pose, the more mind-boggling muscular she became, adding inches
of ever-scarier triple-A girl-beef with each passing second. Veins swelled and screamed until they were ready
to pop. Horrible hoses of vascularity
tore through her pumpkin shoulder blades and jagged-cut triceps. Striations multiplied on top of themselves
until there wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t look sharp enough to slice
through steel.
Overlapping
chimes signaled hundreds of disconnecting users. Tears began to roll down Jenna’s cheeks as
thoughts of hundreds of disgusted faces filled her mind. Every chime was knife in her heart - a
sadistic, howling burst of laughter straight in her beet-red, vein-pulsing face. But the humiliation wasn’t punishment – not for
her. It was nitrous oxide filling her
heart super-charging her libido and turning her on like a jet engine. She hated herself to her core for what she
felt but at this moment, she didn’t care.
At this moment she wanted to blow them all away and be the biggest muscle
freak ever.
Again Jenna
released her all-consuming he-flex only to ball her fists and crank out the single
most monstrous, stomach-churning super-flex Linus had ever seen.
“GRNNNNNNNN!!!!” Blasted a guttural roar as Jenna strained
with steel-crushing might. The three layers of inch-thick chains wrapped
across her chest dug deeply into her alarmingly-expanding dimensions and actually
began to creak. Inches of still-swelling
lat meat bulged overtop of them like an over-filled dam. Soon much of the chains were buried beneath
her unstoppable muscles.
Linus was
hit by an invisible semi-truck as Jenna’s beyond-shocking metamorphosis literally
knocked the wind out of him. The
suffocating totality of Jenna’s fully-unleashed muscularity was simply too much
to take – and apparently too much for the hardened steel she’d dressed herself
in.
Still flexing
her brains out, Jenna’s chain-link bikini began to relent against the total-body
muscle onslaught. Hairline cracks started
to appear as the steel shrieked like a wounded animal.
Impossible,
Linus thought. Jenna was an idiot if she
thought she could bust those chains. Her
brain must’ve been drowning in all that testosterone.
But
Jenna wasn’t about to stop. She was a
bodybuilding she-Terminator – unable to be reasoned – unfeeling and remorseless
and totally unstoppable. As she flexed
with more determination that a thousand Olympic athletes, every muscle in Jenna’s
back went red-line nuclear, stretching her screaming skin well past its limit. Insane definition continued to wrench through
her muscles, mercilessly shredding every bit of she-meat until she was inconceivably
hyper-ripped. Even her hips and ass flexed
with striations so nasty and sick that they hurt to look at. Veins as thick as cigars pulsed through her ass
crack, across her harpsichord hamstrings and lost themselves in a thousand webs
of even thicker vascularity.
“FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!” Jenna spat, holding her flex at maximum
intensity and still cranking it higher.
Her back kept grow right in front of Linus’ eyes - the sickening sound
of mercilessly over-taxed she-skin filling the entire room like a lunatic’s torture
chamber. Jenna’s veiny fists shook ruthlessly
as she strained out of control and injected unimaginable mountains of the thickest,
leanest and most unquestionably masculine muscle-meat into her technically feminine
body.
Jenna managed
to lose almost 800 users before a piercing “ping” signaled the surrender of her
top. All three chains snapped at once
sending shards of metal flinging like shurikens. It might as well have been Linus’ mind exploding
as he simply could not believe what he’d just witnessed. His bulging bodybuilder girl-crush had just
pulled a “Superman” and snapped three metal chains with nothing but her own
huge muscles.
Heaving
and gasping – and with rivers of sweat running down her skin, Jenna slowly lowered
her arms. Linus noticed that the swell
of her lats had become so stupendously enflamed that her muscle-packed limbs simply
couldn’t fit.
After a few deep breaths, Jenna slowly turned around. Linus stayed fixated with lustful terror as
she presented herself face to face with her webcam audience. The sight took their breath away.
