Placebo pt. 5

We were back at the gym and Jenni was reeling with excitement. Looking over her body, she felt a new wave of confidence surge through her. She was big, her muscles surging, and she was only going to get bigger.

Jenni stepped to the squat rack. She started to pile weights onto the metal bar. 400 lbs.

“Good warmup.” She said, as her legs fired the weight up and down. Her swollen hamstrings bulged beneath her enormous quads, pushing the weight with ease.

“Add more,” she commanded. I obeyed, slipping another 45lbs on the bar. She pressed the 445lbs with ease.

“More.”

I placed another 40lbs onto the bar with a clank. Bringing herself under the bar, she felt the cold steel meet her thick traps and stood proud. Her legs were getting seriously pumped now. Every tendon in her body looked as if it had been carved from stone, her thick quads shredded with shebeef and thick veins. As she squatted the weight, her calves exploded with size, swelling into diamond hard mounds of muscle. With a light grunt, she pushed the floor away, bringing the weight back to the rack.

“More!” she said again, her eyes focusing only on her burgeoning muscles in the mirror, like both she and I were just wayward servants of her growing mass.

I slapped another 90lbs onto the bar, bringing the total to 575lbs. A huge jump. Jenni was practically salivating. She was ready to crush this weight. She slipped under the bar, her back pressing hard against steel. With a roar, Jenni’s piston legs pressed the weight upwards, her clothes stretched tight across her body and her whole body flexed to freakish proportions. It looked like she was growing right before my eyes. I had never seen Jenni squat so much before, but with the sheer confidence that she approached the weight was a huge turn on.

It felt like electricity was surging through Jenni’s veins as she squatted the bar. Her body felt like it was burning up as she pushed the weight upwards. She could feel her heart beating like a drum and the blood pumping through her like an engine. She rose slowly, her legs shaking.

She grunted in frustration, but refused to give in. She thought without the supplements, she would become weak. But she knew she had the power inside her now. She was never going to be weak again. She was going to be huge. Bigger than anyone here. Bigger than anyone anywhere!

Jenni’s legs burned with pleasure and she could feel her clit bulge in her shorts, desperate to escape the lycra confines. The weight rose again, and suddenly it felt as if it had gotten lighter.

“More weight!” she bellowed.

I jumped to her side putting another 25lbs on the bar, bringing it to 600lbs.

Jenni, however, was unsatisfied. “More!”

I put another 25lbs onto the bar, then another 25lbs. “That’s 650lbs,” I said.

“Oooh, yeah! Now we’re talking!”

Jenni dipped once more into the squat, her legs swelling well beyond man-shaming at this point. As she dipped down, she looked even wider than she did a few minutes ago. I see and hear the threads of Jenni’s tight tank and lycra shorts splitting at the seams. She was literally growing before my eyes.

“Yes!” Jenni screamed, “Look at this body!”

Slowly the bar travelled up, and with a resounding rip, her top split right down the middle of her back, muscular flesh spilling through the receding material. It fell in tatters to the ground leaving nothing but a desperate sports bra. Her clit was surging with blood as well, drilling through its restraints and creeping up out of her shorts.

“God, I’m so strong!” she roared.

She dropped for another rep, and another, and another. Each rep split more of her shorts, bra, and even her feet looked like they were growing out of her socks.

After ten incredible reps, she finally racked the weight and stood to her full height. She was nearly as wide as the rack. I stood dumbfounded at the sight of Jenni’s immense bulk. How could this be happening? Jenni had the widest, thickest back I had ever seen. Valleys of muscle that could outflex anyone in the gym. Legs like mountains of muscle and broad shoulders formed the most exaggerated hourglass figure imaginable.

As she turned, several onlookers fainted, others looked away disgusted, but many were left aroused in ways they had never experienced.

Jenni’s body was huge and shredded beyond belief. She felt strong, powerful. The feeling was intoxicating. She looked me directly in the eyes as she brought her arms into a freakish most muscular.

Every muscle in her body dialed to 11, veins splayed over each exposed inch of flesh.

“Oh fuck yes!!” she moaned.

In a final surge of growth, her muscles bulged obscenely, the final rags of her bra and shorts clothing exploded off her frame. The amazon stood; her upper body was completely exposed, and her bulging clit covered only by a thin lycra thong. Four months ago she would have been completely embarrassed at being half-naked in a public gym, but now? Now she had accepted the Alpha she truly was. She was the most muscular, powerful person in this gym. She had nothing to hide.

She brought her arms up in a double bicep pose, showing off her now 20 inch biceps.

“And I’m only just getting started!”