Alex and Diana 3

 “And now you weak little bitches are my slaves!” Diana said. She turned to one of the men and said, “You, bitch! Bring me that 45lb plate!”

The man crawled up from his hands and knees and hurried to comply. Diana took the weight in one hand, and then shoved the man off his feet with the other.

“I’ll show you weak little bitches just how much stronger I am than all of you!” Then Diana grasped both ends of the weight. She grit her teeth and pulled. The faces of the three bodybuilders went white, seeing what Diana was trying to do. 

Sweat poured down Diana’s shoulders and dripped off her arms, which vibrated with fury. Then there was a small screeching sound that slowly got louder, and the men shook as they saw the steel plate start to bend in the middle.

“GRRR!” Diana grunted, seeing the plate bend and redoubling her efforts, summoning her inner strength, her will to dominate even the strongest person and become the most dominant, strongest, most muscular human on the planet.

“Yes!” Alex shouted, encouraging her. “Do it, Diana! Show these puny men your power!”

“FUCK YEAH!” Diana shouted, pushing harder. Metal screeched, and the plate bent in half. 

Diana dropped the mangled weight with a loud thud. Then she pointed at the men. “That’s what happens when you challenge me, bitches! Now bow before your goddess, or I’ll do to you what I just did to that steel plate!”

The men glanced at eachother, then tried to run for the door. Diana, however, was faster, and she ran toward a rack stacked with heavy weights. She grabbed it and pushed, her thighs bloating and bulging to such an obscene size that her lycra shorts started tearing down the sides. She shoved the weight rack forward, blocking the before the men could reach it.

In response, the panicked men tried to hide. One hid behind a smith machine with a 500lb stack of weight on it. Diana slowly saunted toward it, eyeing the man the entire time.

“You think this little piece of steel will stop me?” She said derisively. Then she squatted down, grasped the bottom of the machine, and grunted. Slowly, her leg muscles engorged, and the machine started moving upwards. Her shorts tore at the waist, falling from her body, leaving her clad only in her torn tank top and a g-string thong. 

Diana grunted again, lifting her end of the machine to waist height. Then she heaved, sending the entire machine toppling over with a crash. The man behind it was so startled that he fell on his ass.

Diana reached for him by the neck and lifted him up with one hand. 

“Little bitch, you’ll need more than steel to stop me!” Diana seethed. Then she felt an impact against her thick, muscular back. It was another one of the bodybuilders, who swung a 45lb barbell against her back. But by now, her thick, muscular back was armor-plated with muscles, and the barbell just bounced off with a thud.

“Hahaha!” Diana laughed. “That was pathetic!” Then she hurled the man she held aloft at the other bodybuilder, and both tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs. 

Diana picked up the barbell, held it in front of her, and then crunched down into a most muscular pose. The screeching sound of metal bending could be heard throughout the gym as Diana bent the barbell even easier than she bent the metal plate. Her triceps and shoulders bulged larger, and her lats tore through what was left of her tank top. It too fell to the floor, revealing the most outrageously muscular human that any of the men had ever seen.

The men glanced at eachother in panic. One of them said, “Come on, we’ve got to work together. She’s got to have limits!”

Diana snarled. “I have no limits, you little bitches!” Diana cried. She quickly grabbed all the remaining syringes of steroids and injected them all into her thick, bulging pecs all at once.

“OH FUCK YESSS!!” Diana cried, her eyes rolling back into her head, as her muscles absorbed the insane amount of steroid cocktail that she had just injected into her body.

“Now I’ll show you just what kind of goddess your’re dealing with!” Diana cried.

Breathing heavily, Diana stode over to a rack laden with heavy dumbells, from 25lbs all the way up to 500lbs. There were thousands of pounds of weight on the rack, but now Diana saw that as a challenge she knew she could overcome. 

She squatted down and gripped the rack so hard that her fingers dented the metal. Then she grunted, and pushed. Her heart thudded hard in her chest, sending steroid-fueled blood to her all muscles. Veins engorged everywhere, and her quads, calves, and glutes bulged with muscular striations.

Despite her now inhuman strength, the weight rack didn’t move. One of the bodybuildes squinted, and said, “It’s bolted down. There’s no way she can move it!”

“ARRRGHH!” Diana grunted, redoubling her efforts, and summoning her inner will to power. The rack started creaking.

“FUCKING BOLTS CAN’T STOP THIS GODDESS!” Diana shouted through grit teeth and her arms and back bulged with rumbling, striated muscle. The sounds of cement cracking filled the room, and incredibly, the rack started to rise.

“FUCK YEAH BITCHES!” Diana cried, powering the rack, and its thousands of pounds of weights, over her head.

“BOW DOWN AND WORSHIP YOUR GODDESS!” Diana cried, hurling the weight rack across the room.