Erica 1

 She was used to eating big. Starting her freshman year of college was a big adjustment for a shy girl like Ericka, and she had compensated with food. Not junk food, though, which she was never into. She just tended to eat an extra meal, bigger portions, or a midnight snack. But she definitely gained weight. While some kids gain the freshman fifteen, Ericka gained the freshman forty. On a five foot four girl, that kind of wedight gain showed.

That was why she had started going to the gym - to get back normal size. At first of course she hadnt realized how much she'd gained. That is, until the incident.

"Whoa, think you can fit any more french fries on that plate?" said the lithe blonde behind her in the cafeteria line. Her name was Tanya, captain of the cheering squad, and Ericka had seen her around the dorms. Ericka looked down at her tray, trying not to make eye contact, and hoping she would just go away.

"Hey I remember you from orientation... damn, you gained weight! You went from girl to beast!"

She heard the laughter, and looked up to see several other jock types chuckling. She also saw him - the cute, shy kid, a little nerdy, but she liked the smart ones. Steven. Seeing this. Hearing this. She was mortified.

It was then that she hac resolved to hit the gym. It started as a way to get in shape, but it became an obsession. She discovered the pleasure in the pain of lifting weights. She enjoyed feeling her muscles swell with blood. The feel of a good pump. She imagined it must feel like what a boy feels when getting an erection.

Oh and she liked seeing the changes in her body. First, as she learned to eat clean and do cardio, she saw her stomach, arms and legs tighten and tone up. Then as she began heavier weight training, she saw her muscles swell and grow.She liked seeing them get bigger. Stronger. She liked the feeling of power, and confidence. And she liked to think of Steven, to imagine him watching her, willing her to pump harder, and grow.

So this morning, as she gorged herself on her morning meal, she concentrated on her growing obsession. Must eat to grow, she thought. Taste, smell, even prpriety no longer mattered. So she stuffed the raw, lean red meat into her mouth with her bare hands. Raw, because it had more nutrients that way. And she shoved it into her mouth, craming it full, chewing and swallowing quickly so she could keep stuffing herself with more and more protein to fuel her growing muscles. She practically inhaled the huge pile, nearly five pounds, of raw meat she had set on the counter as her morning meal. She followed it with a thick protein shake, double the recommended serving. Then the pills.

She had been on the regimine all summer long. She got the pills from some jacked guy at the local gym. Some kind of oral steroid. She had been taking double doses all summer long with amazing results. She went from being five four, 165 lbs of flabby freshman to 165 lbs of ripped, muscled beefcake. But the bigger she got, the more she wanted. She wanted to be more than just a muscle woman, a mere body builder. She wanted to be a beast.

She walked over to the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a black lycra sports bra and skin-tight lyrca biking shorts. A smile formed on her lips as she gazed at the massive form before her. Her short-cropped red hair and creamy white skin formed a contrast to her black attire. She flexed her arm as a soft grunt escaped her lips. Her bicep rose, criss-crossed with thick blue veins, measuring nearly 18 inches of solid beef. A double bicip pose and another soft grunt. Her sports bra stretched skin tight, so tight her nipples were clearly protruding underneath. With her short hair, her head looked too small for her surging deltoids and pumped bisceps. She brought her arms forward in a crab flex, and her bra audibly stretched as it expanded to contain her massive pecs. Ripples of muscle and blue veins rose over the top of her sports braw as she crunched her pumped up pecs. "Oh yeah" she breathed, as her 42" chest rose like striated, crumpled blocks. She once had smallish, b-cup breasts, but those had been replaced - eaten alive - by a muscular chest even a male bodybuilder would envy.

She released the flex and put her hands on her hips. Her six-pack abs were defined and straited, even though her stomach was bloated and stretched forward in a pooch from the huge meal she'd just consumed. She felt full. Full of protein - fuel for her growing musculature. Time to pump this muscular body even bigger, she thought.

She spent several hours each day pumping iron at the gym, and today was no exception. All summer long she had pumped and pushed and grunted and packed on the muscle. She discovered her genetics were downright freaky - in 6 months she had transformed herself into a powerhouse of muscle, and her body showed no signs of stopping. That was fine with her. She wanted to keep growing and growing, to be truly huge, to become a beast!

She layed on the bench, pumping the 85 lb dumbells over and over, crunching her huge pecs together. Sweat poured down the creases of her pumped up pecs and down her abdominal range. She grunted softly with each pump, but got louder and louder as she neared the end of her set. When the pain became fierce, she thought of Steven. Thought of him watching her, eyes bugged, as she grew.

"Eight... gonna be huge"

"Nine... yeah baby, look at these huge pecs"

"Ten... can you feel them grow?"

"Ele-ven- grrgh - look at them grow!"

"Twel-ve - grrraah! Oh yeah!" She nearly came as she thought of Steven squeezing her pecs as she crunched them hard, feeling the searing, burning pain! "Yeah!" she nearly yelled as she dropped the huge weight.

When the time came to start classes again, she found herself reveling in the stares of her classmates. She heard whispers behind her back, "freak!" and "she's huge!" and even, "gross!" but she loved hearing them. That just meant she was closer, and closer to becoming the freaky beast she wanted to be. She purposely wore tight fitting clothing that showed off her musculature.

She wore tight-fitting jeans and a fitted button down shirt as she strutted down the hall. Then she saw Tanya - the same Tanya who had embarrassed her six months ago in front of Steven and others. Tanya's eyes started at her pumped up quads and moved slowly up her body, stuffed into clothes like a sausage ready to burst. Ericka glared at the lithe bitch just as Tanya's eyes met hers.

"Whoa ho! Looks like the beast spent some time at the gym. Nice hair, looks like you turned yourself from a fat beast into a manly beast!"

Without hesitation, Ericka grabbed the woman's throat with both hands, and lifted her straight off the ground. "That's right, bitch, I've spent some time at the gym," she said as she shook her. Then she took one hand off her throat, keeping her 5'3", 105 lb body suspended by one hand, and punched her in the gut, hard. She let go with her other hand and Tanya crumped to the ground, doubled over in pain.

"You called me a beast six months ago, but you had no idea what I was capable of. But now, look at what you've done. What you've created. You thought I was a beast before? No, now, bitch, now I'm a beast. Look at me now, bitch!"

She stared down at Tanya and went into a massive crab flex. Her sleeves burst, as veiny, vascular pythons of muscle exploded from her arms. Her lats tore through her shirt as her back expanded by inches. The buttons popped off the front of her shirt, starting from her grotesquely huge neck and quickly down her huge, striated chest, and then even around her distented stomach. She tore the tattered remains from her torso, leaving her upper body exposed save for a thin, black, lycra sports bra.

She put her hands on her hips and flexed her huge quads. With a long ripping sound, her jeans exploded as 30" quads tore through them like tissue paper. Her huge, straited ass blew out the back of her jeans, and her calves tore through the material as her jeans literraly fell off. She wore tight black lycra briefs.

Tanya stared up, shaking, too scared to move. Ericka walked over to a set of four metal lockers off to the side of the hall. She punched one, denting it, then punched it again, and again. A deep dent formed. She grabbed the sides of the lockers and yanked back savagely, and with a metallic clank the lockers heaved back from the wall. Concrete dust formed a small pile where the anchors securing the lockers had been ripped out of the wall. She grunted, and lifted the big metal lockers - they had to weigh over 200 lbs - above her head.

"Hrragh!" she grunted, and heaved the lockers across the hall. They smashed into the opposite wall, making a huge noise and leaving a sizeable indentation in the croncrete blocks.

People were stopped and staring at the she-beast now as she slowly strutted back over to the shaking form of the now petrified cheerlead.

"That's right bitch, be afraid!" Ericka breathed, getting off on the fear she instilled on the pathetic creature before her. "I'm huge, and I'm getting huger!" she flexed her neck, traps rising to just below her ears. "I'm a beast!" she did another crab flex, freaky veins and striations snaking from her head to her toes. Tanya literrally pissed herself at the sight.

"Ha looks like you lost your piss, bitch! You little pussy," she grabbed Tanya by the hair and hauled her up to her feet. She breathed deeply, sultry. "I can smell your fear, bitch, and it turns me *on*" she growled. "I'm not some shy, overweight freshman anymore. I'm an animal, a monster... a predator. And you're my prey." She smiled an icy smile, then punched Tanya in the ribs. Tanya's rib bone cracked loudly. "Looks like I broke a rib. Did that hurt, bitch?" Tears streamed down Tanya's cheeks as she sniffled. "Show some balls, bitch," Ericka said derisively, and flicked her arm, sending Tanya two feet through the air and down on the ground again. She moved slowly, and a tiny trickle of blood from her mouth ran down her cheeck.

Ericka sauntered slowly towards Tanya again, ready to inflict more pain, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whirled around, and came face to face with Steven. Her eyes went wide.

"Take it easy, Ericka, there's too many people around." He leaned closer, spoke softer, "Too many witnesses. That Tanya's a bitch, and deserves to get the shit beat out of her, but you're going to kill her! And all these people will see!"

Ericka took a quick look around, nearly panicked, at the onlookers gaping at Tanya's struggling form. But then the confidence returned, and she smiled a tiny smile. She walked to the center of the hall, put her hands on her hips, and flexed every muscle in her body to jutting, stone-sculputured prominence. Freaky blue veins bulged against her creamy white skin from her neck, down her traps and arms, and then back into her freaky chest. Her chest literally rippled with muscle and striations, with one thick crease across each pec, and smaller wrinkles stretching from the deep, craggy groove down her sternum. Viens like worms pulsed across her chest. Below her lycra sports bra, the thick wedges of her abdomin rippled, striated and feathered with cables of muscle. Bulging blue veins twisted and pulsed down those, too, snaking down into her crotch, pumping blood into the hidden mound beneath her lycra briefs. Her legs stood in bulging relief, huge calves jutting like diamonds, and quads protruding inches out beyond her knee caps. And all along those massive legs snaked blue, ropey veins, surging into her crotch from below.

"If any of you worms breathes so much as a word to the authorites, I'll hunt you down next." She locked eyes with each and every person staring at the scene. Blue veins bulged from her forehead, and snaked into her cheeks - even her face was built. To emphasize her point, she strutted over to a wooden door, and punched it. With a resounding crack, her fist broke through the solid wood to the other side. She jerked her hand out and stepped back, then slowly sauntered down the hall and away. Steven glanced around quickly, then followed slowly at a distance. 

 Steven caught up with her outside. Ericka was walking slowly and confidently back to her door room, reveling in the stares attracted by her bulging, skimpily clad musculature. He started getting a hard on, both from her unbelievable body, as well as the boldy confident way she strutted, not ignoring, but basking in the attention from gawking onlookers.