Alex and Diana 1

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Alex, short for Alexandra, was into lifting since high school. She was on the track and field team, which is where she first started lifting, and she kept up with lifting after graduation. That’s where Alex met Diana. Diana was only 18 when they, and she was already muscular and strong. She didn’t do sports in school. Instead, she was a gym rat, and had dedicated all her free time to living in the gym. 

Sharing the same interest in lifting weights, the two quickly became friends, and then maybe something more. One night, Alex had gone over to Diana’s place, and watched Diana’s biceps swell as she brushed her hair. Diana wore a small tank top that revealed her swollen pecs and bulky shoulders.

Alex came over and put her hands on Diana’s bicep. “Damn, girl, your biceps are so big. I’m older than you and I lift hard, but I’ve got nothing compared to these pythons!”

Diana smiled, grit her teeth, and flexed. Her bicep bulged underneath Alex’s hands.

“That’s right, Alex. I’m built like a brick shithouse!” Diana replied.

There was something about Diana’s arrogant swagger that just drove Alex wild. She didn’t think she was a lesbian, but she had these urges that Diana’s rock hard, macho body inspired in her. She couldn’t help herself. She grabbed Diana’s chin and kissed her, hard.

Diana responded, and the two girls made out with deep, sloppy, wet, wet kisses.

“Oh yeah,” Diana said, pushing Alex away. “You want to worship this body, don’t you!” Then she flexed her pecs, which stretched the fabric of her tank top.

“Oh god, yes!” Alex cried, grabbing Diana’s pecs and feeling their rock-hard firmness. “I want to see what these muscles can do!”

“Me too,” Diana said. “Why don’t you go over to the dresser and grab that syringe.”

Alex’s eyes went wide. “You take steroids?”

Diana did a double-bicep flex. Her thick, vascular biceps had to be 18” around. 

“How do you think I built all this beef?” Diana replied. “Now shoot me up, because we’re going to the gym to see what these massive muscles can do!”

Alex hurried to comply, injecting Diana in her thick glute. Diana grunted and moaned, feeling the steroid cocktail enter her system.

It wasn’t long before the two were at the gym, and Alex was watching Diana curl two 45lb dumbells.

“Fuck yeah,” Diana was saying, “this is almost too easy!”

“Holy shit, Diana,” Alex replied. “That’s thirty reps! At a weight that I can’t even curl once!”

Diana dropped the weights and flexed, watching in the mirror as her biceps peaked at 19”, bigger than they had ever been before.

“That’s right, babe. I’m huge! And stronger than anybody in here!” Diana cried. “And I’m just getting started. Load the bench press. 275 lbs!”

Alex’s eyebrows rose at the number, but she hurried to comply. Diana shook her prodigious arms and bounced her pecs. She didn’t even really have tits to speak of, just two defined pectoral plates that rose up and down when she flexed them. She laid down under the bar, set her hands, and grunted.

“Watch this, babe. I’m going to blow your fucking mind!” Diana said. Then she pushed at the bar. Veins engorged on her neck, the tops of her shoulders, and across her pecs. She grit her teeth and pushed harder, and the bar started to rise.

Diana exhaled and lowered the bar to her chest. Then she pushed, grunted, and her pecs solidified into striated blocks. As the bar moved slowly upward, her pec muscles started to vibrate. The bar slowly made its way to its apex.

“One!” DIana hissed through clenched teeth. Then she lowered the bar again. She grit her teeth and grunted louder, pushing hard against the bar. Her triceps exploded in cabled relief, and her already thick pecs bulged further. The bar moved slowly upward.

“Two!” Diana hissed. She lowered the bar a third time. This time, her arms were shaking. Diana’s face scrunched up as she concentrated. She breathed deep. Then again.

“I’m a fucking beast!” she said as she poured her anger into her muscles. Her pecs, her arms, her traps all vibrated with effort as she shoved the weight up for a third rep.

Diana racked the weight with a loud bang. “I’ve got no limits, bitch! Did you see that?” Diana said. She looked at her pecs in the mirror and did a most muscular pose. Stitches started tearing in her tank top.

Alex was incredibly turned on by the display. “That was amazing! Three times with that weight! That’s 100lbs more than you weigh! I didn’t think you could do that!”

“Bitch!” Diana sneered. “I can do anything! Get that big guy over there to come over for the next set!” Diana said, motioning toward a bodybuilder who was benching a respectable 250lbs.