Alex and Diana 2

Diana laid down at the bar as the big guy sauntered over. “Need a spot?” he said.

“No, little guy. I need more fucking weight!” Diana said. Then she grabbed the bar, hoisted it up, and let it fall to her chest.

“Push, bitch!” Diana snarled. The bodybuilder, a bit taken aback, nonetheless complied with the 18 year old muscle-crazed maven dictated. As Diana pushed up, the bodybuilder pushed down.

Diana’s face turned a deep shade of red and sweat poured down her brow. The bar started to rise slowly, but the bodybuilder on top pushed down harder, and DIana faltered. 

“Unnghh!” Diana grunted, summoning her inner will to become the strongest, most muscular person on the planet.

“Fuck you!” she hissed, pushing harder as her pecs bunched up thicker and tore more stitches of her tank top. Her arms and shoulders vibrated with power, and the bar started to rise.

The bodybuilder grimaced and pushed back. Diana faltered again.

“Alex…” Diana hissed between breaths. “I need… more… juice!”

Alex’s eyes widened, but she grabbed a syringe and quickly jabbed it into Diana’s thick, meaty thigh. When she depressed the plunger, Diana grunted.

“Unnghh!” Diana grunted louder, and the bodybuilder’s eyes went wide as Diana’s chest seemed to swell with even more thick, bulging muscle. The bar started to rise again. The bodybuilder put all his weight on the bar, but still it rose. Slowly, with increasing speed, Diana lifted both the 275lb weight and the bodybuilder, and his feet left the ground. 

Diana racked the weight with a loud smack. 

“HA HA HA!” she cried. “You weak little shit, no man is stronger than me! You couldn’t even beat me with 275lbs of help!” Then she shoved the bodybuilder and he stumbled backward.

His pride injured, the bodybuilder summoned two of his beefier friends. “Listen you steroid freak,” the guy said. “You better cool it or we’ll make you get the hell out of here.”

Diana chuckled. “You little shits. I’ll take you all on! And if I win, you become my slaves!”

Then Diana laid down underneath the bar again, and hefted the weight. The same just bodybuilder shook his head, but he nodded to his buddies. 

“Let’s shut this bitch up!” he said, then he pushed down on the bar. His buddies pushed down on the two ends of the bar as well.

“Unnnghhh!” Diana screamed at the added weight of the three bodybuilders pushing the heavy weight onto her chest. Nonetheless, she dug deep and summoned her iron inner will. Her face, now beat red, was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her thick pecs bunched up and vibrated with wells of strength. Veins bulged on her arms, her neck, her forehead.

Shockingly, Diana was managing to hold her own against the weight and the three men, but Alex could see that she wasn’t going to win this battle without help. She knew she had to do something. So she grabbed another syringe, and this time filled it with twice the dose. Before the guys could catch on to what she was doing, Alex straddled Diana’s waist, jabbed the syringe in her thick right thigh, and said, “Come on, babe, out muscle these muscleheads!”

“OHH YEAHHH!” Diana shouted as she felt the steroids hit her system and kick her muscle mania into high gear. Her veins squirmed and engorged. Her traps bulged, her biceps and triceps bloated even larger, and her pecs swelled with burgeoning sinew. 

The bar still hovered inches from her chest, but Diana’s mouth formed a toothy smile. She grit her teeth and flexed her pecs, which bunched up and bulged, tearing her tank top down the middle. The three bodybuilders watched with shock as the torn tank top revealed the shredded, alien striations of Diana’s massive, growing pecs.

Diana grunted again, and said, “FUCK YOU WEAK LITTLE BITCHES!”

Then she pushed hard against the bar, slamming it upward with such ferocity that all three men were thrown off and toppled to the ground. Instead of racking the weight, Diana brought it down again, and then launched the weight up, over the bench, and across the gym. It came down with a crash as Diana leaped up from the bench.

“I told you little bitches! No man is stronger than me!” Then she did a most muscular, and her traps bulged up making her look like she had no neck. Her pecs thrust outward, bunching up just below her chin, and exposing even more of her shredded muscle tissue through the tear in the fabric of her tank top.

“Not even three of you weak little shits are stronger than me!” Diana cried with ferocity. The three bodybuilders fell on their knees, awestruck by Diana’s power.