Alex 2

A week later, Alex was at the bench press pushing 175lbs, an amount she couldn’t hope to bench just two weeks ago. She racked the weight and stood. When she looked in the mirror, her pussy spasmed at the sight.

The deep v-neck of her tank top revealed two well-defined pec muscles beneath her sports bra. She had never had much in the way of boobs, and now all she could see under the stretchy material was striated muscle. She flexed her right pec and watched it bunch up. She released it and flexed the left, watching it bunch up with grooves of sinew. She smiled madly and flexed them both, watching her the blocky muscular wall of her chest undulate at her command.

“Not bad,” Biff said as she walked by. “Looks like you’ve been hitting the weights hard lately.”

Alex scowled at Biff, who wore a loose tank top that showed off his dense bodybuilder physique.

“Still not quite there yet though,” Biff said as he flexed a side chest pose. His pecs bloated out, jutting over an inch from his sternum in rippled, cabled relief. His pecs looked amazing, like two solid plates of striated muscle.

“That’s a good warm up weight,” Biff said, releasing the flex. “But let me show you what a man can do.”

Then he slammed 50 more pounds onto the bar, bringing the total to 225 lbs. He laid down and hefted the bar. Then he slowly brought it down to his chest, grunted, and pushed. The bar came up as Biff exhaled. Then he powered out another rep. Then another, and another, until he had completed a set of eight.

Biff stood and flexed, watching his own pecs bunch up and ripple as veins puffed up under the skin.

“That’s how a real man does it,” Biff said haughtily.

Alex glared at him. She felt a rage building inside her as her hormones surged, supercharged from the junk she was taking. Almost involuntarily, she flexed her pecs and felt them tingle. She let out a wry smile. She suddenly knew that she could do more.

She laid down at the bench and pushed at the bar.

“Now don’t hurt yourself there, little girl,” Biff said with a chuckle. “That’s not the kind of weight that skinny bitches like you should try to lift.”

Alex grit her teeth. Her anger seething, she pushed with all her might. Her pecs started burning, then tingling. Suddenly, the bar started to move. As it came off the rack, the bar fell quickly to Alex’s chest.

Biff came and leaned over, ready to hoist the weight off Alex’s chest. “Told you, skinny bitch, this is just too much for you.”

“Hands off you dumb jock!” Alex seethed through clenched teeth.

“Fine, have it your way,” Biff said and crossed his arms with a smug smile.

Alex huffed and puffed and pushed for all she was worth. Her pecs burned. She thought of Ken, watching her now, getting hard just watching her muscles grow. Suddenly she felt a surge of energy. She heaved, and the bar started moving upward, slowly.

Biff’s mouth dropped as he saw the weight move. There’s no way that skinny bitch should be able to lift this much. Then she saw Alex’s chest. Holy shit, it was twitching with bulging striations, almost as if it was growing right before her eyes.

Alex slowly powered the weight up, then racked it. Alex stood and put her hands on her hips. “Not bad for a skinny bitch, huh?”

Biff just shrugged, chagrined.

“Pretty soon, I’m gonna be the musclehead around here, Biff!” Alex said, flexing into a double biceps pose.

Biff chuckled, “Sure, kid. Sure.”