Diane, Blake and I - 2

We were banned from the gym after that incident, but we didn’t care. We just pooled our funds and built a well-equipped home gym that could fuel or lust for muscles and support our continued efforts to grow bigger and more muscular.

Several weeks later I was looking at my own reflection in the mirror of our home gym. Along with Blake, I had been eating freakish amounts of red meat, eggs, veggies, and gallons of protein drinks. I had gotten results. I was now weighing in at 210lbs of solid muscle at 5’8” tall.

Blake stood beside me, staring at her reflection. She had been working right along side me, and she had grown to 180 lbs, which looked amazing on her 5’6” frame. She flexed a baseball-sized bicep and saw a thick vein running down the middle. The front of her thong bikini bottom moistened with her juices, and my cock tented my posing suit as we got off on each other’s muscle.

“You two think you’re big? Please, bitches. I outmuscle you both combined!” Diane said from behind us. We turned around and beheld her massively muscular form, completely naked except for a small posing brief.

She was 5’8” and now weighed an astonishing 265lbs. She looked enormous, almost wider than she was tall. She had almost no fat on her at all due to her extremely strict diet and the gruelling two-a-day workout schedule they had maintained.

Her pectorals looked like two huge blocks of striated beef without an ounce of breast tissue. She had grooves running lengthwise, and pulsating veins crisscrossing in and out of her inches-deep muscle-cleavage. Without her flexing, her traps were bulging, vein-covered mounds on either side of her head, giving her the appearance of not having a neck. Her shoulders looked like giant, striated mellons of beef. Below her man-shaming pecs, her abs jutted out like eight softballs shoved under her skin.

“That’s right, stare in awe at my huge fucking muscles,” she said and flexed her pecs. They jumped and bulged, and her nipples pointed straight to the floor. “I’m going to get bigger, and so freaky that you’re going to lose your shit just looking at me!” she said with fire in her eyes.

Then she slammed her chest into mine and sent me staggering backward. As I fell off balance, she grabbed my shoulders and shoved me toward the bed.

She had become so strong that the force of her shove nearly sent me airborne. I staggered backward and fell onto the bed on my back. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She flexed up a huge, 18” bicep and licked it.

“God, I love being so jacked,” she said.  “So I’m going to keep FUCKING juicing, and get even HUGER!” Then she grunted and I could see her traps squirm and vibrate with hypertrophied muscle as her huge biceps collided with her thick, freaky pecs.

She released the flex, turned to Blake and said, “Now be a good little girl and go get me another dose. NOW!”

My dick was hard as a rock at watching Diane effortlessly dominate Blake and I. Blake went to get the syringe and while she did, Diane was staring at her reflection again, this time focusing on her thick thighs and ass. She would flex them, and they would bulge with angular, hard muscle. Her ass cheeks were so hypertrophied and lean that she had fist-sized gouges on the sides of each cheek, and I could see striations through her soaking, skin-tight briefs.

“Shit, look at my fucking ass. I’m so jacked!”

My eyes were wide. “So jacked!” was all I could squeak in response.

When Blake appeared with the syringe, Diane rasped, “Shoot me up, now, hurry!”

Blake hurried to comply. I watched, as turned on as I could ever remember by Diane’s continually burgeoning desire to get even huger. Blake stuck the needle in and pushed the plunger.

Sam moaned, “Unngh yeah, more baby!”

“But Diane, that’s more than the recommended-”

“MORE!” she yelled as her arms tensed up and thick blue veins bulged across her triceps and back. Blake jabbed her again, filling her with twice her normal dose, which was already freakishly high.

“OHH YEAHHH…” she moaned, flexing her left pec, then her right pec, then her biceps. She flexed her traps, and they squirmed and bulged, then she squatted and flexed her quads and calves.

She turned, looked me in the eye, and flexed into a most muscular pose.

“Check it out, bitch!” then she grit her teeth and flexed into a freakish, muscular flurry. Veins grew thicker as her pecs bulged out and her traps rose higher, vibrating with growth and energy. Her abs bloated bigger, thickening her waist, and her thighs bloated larger than ever.

I was hard as a rock as I watched Diane literally grow right in front of me. I noticed something else, growing, too, as the bulge in Diane’s posing brief bulged larger. My eyes widened.