Rachel pt 1

Rachel pushed the bar hard, but her arms felt like jello and she couldn’t get it high enough to get on the rack. Her straining face, beaded with sweat, turned a deep shade of red. She pushed harder, letting out an involuntary groan, but the bar wouldn’t move. She was about to panic when Dave, a big muscular gym regular, came over and easily pulled the bar off her and onto the rack.

“Too much weight, Rachel. You’ve got to progress more slowly,” he chided her.

Embarrassed, Rachel lashed out. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

David shrugged. “Looked like you needed it.”

“It’s not fair,” Rachel said, exasperated. She had been working out at the gym for months trying to put on muscle. “You guys put on muscle way faster than me!”

David shrugged again. “Don’t feel bad. I’m a guy, and you’re a girl. That’s just how it is.”

Rachel fumed. It’s not that she was too skinny, and in fact for a girl she was a bit on the bulky side, with thick legs, a thick waist, and broad shoulders. With her C cup breasts, she had a nice, if a bit on the plus size, figure. But what she craved was muscle. Dave was really muscular, with big, blocky pecs and pumped-up arms. That’s what she wanted - the size and power to intimidate. Instead, she had soft curves. It was a product of her biology, plain and simple.

“You’ve got an unfair advantage. Testosterone. If I had testicles, I’d be bigger than you!” Rachel shot back.

David chuckled. “Well, until you grow some balls, get used to being smaller.” Then he flexed a huge bicep in her face, laughed, and walked away.

Rachel folded her arms over her chest and stewed. The sports bra and tight-fitting top made her cleavage look huge between her folded arms, but that just made her angrier. She didn’t want all this soft flesh. She wanted thick, rock-hard pecs. Muscle. Piles of it. Mounds of it.

Her anger quickly morphed into sexual frustration as she looked at herself in the mirror and pictured thick plates of muscle on her chest, arms, back, legs. Bigger than any woman could ever grow. Bigger than Mr. Olympia. That’s what she wanted. To outmuscle any human in the world, male or female.

That’s when the dealer approached. She never learned his real name. She didn’t care. He offered her what she’d been looking for - a way to grow muscles as fast, no faster, than the boys. 

Men had testosterone naturally produced by their testicles. Since she didn’t have those, but she could feed her body the testosterone she needed to get the same result. So she did.

She was hooked in the first week. She felt like she had so much more energy during her workouts that she might explode. She hit new maxes in every lift, from squats to bench press to preacher curls. Within two weeks, the scale said she had gained ten pounds, and she could tell it was all muscle. These quick results only made her push harder, lifting heavier and eating bigger.

Within two months nothing in her closet fit her anymore. She had shopped for new workout clothes, opting for skin-tight, revealing sports bras and short sets to show off her new freakish muscles. Her thighs were so thick now that they were as big around as some women’s tiny waists. Her own waist didn’t get thinner, thankfully. Instead, she grew thick abdominal bricks, giving her an intimidating look. With her huge thighs and thick waist she had to buy XL bottoms.  

She also needed to size up her sports bras. She had thick lats now and more muscle on her back. Her pecs thickened, pushing her tits up and out, stretching out her sports bras in weird angles. People were noticing her bigger bulk at the gym. She got weird looks all the time, which she just ate right up. She liked the attention. She liked freaking people out.

She started noticing the side effects shortly after that. Oddly, she enjoyed them. Her nails grew thicker and harder, which was okay by her. She liked having hard claws, as she called them, and took to painting them black. Her voice got deeper, but that just added to her ability to intimidate. Her pubic hair got coarser, thicker, and started crawling up her abdomen. But to her, it was like a lion’s mane - more evidence of her growing power.

Lastly, she noticed her clit was growing. That part she enjoyed the most. It was sensitive and got hard when she became turned on. It was like a little dick. And it was always hard, because the steroids made her horny all the time. So she masturbated all the time, three or four times a day at least. She would look at herself in the mirror, flex her muscles, and will them larger, all the while playing with her big hard clit. She would imagine it growing even bigger, to the size of a real dick. 

Then she imagined using it on those guys at the gym who said she couldn’t grow muscle. She’d show them. She’d outgrow them, outmuscle them, and then ass rape them with her thick gigantic clit. She gushed at the thought, and it always made her orgasm.

That’s when she decided to increase her dose. Her dealer warned her about the consequences, but to her there were no down sides. More body hair? Good. Deeper voice? great. Bigger clit? Bring it on. That’s exactly what she wanted. She’d show those boys who the real man of that gym was.