Kelly, pt 4
by superbuff muscleswell@buffbody.com
Lesley


Lesley pulled up to the call box at the gate. She had been feeling giddy and
nervous for the whole drive from her mother's place in West LA to the
converted brewery in downtown. She pulled the piece of paper with her friend
Bebe's scrawl on it from her purse, and punched out the code on the ten key on
the box.

After a moment a voice squawked at her from a tinny speaker, "Who's there?"

"Lesley. I'm Bebe's friend." The gate slid back, and she drove in.

The bottom level of the old brewery had been converted into mall and office
spaces. The other floors were loft/studio spaces. Many of the doors were
painted, or had artwork of some kind on them. She stopped in front of one of
the doors and knocked. A very muscular man in shorts and a t-shirt answered
the door. The shirt was stretched tight over his body, and Lesley could make
out every vein and bulge. She was very turned on.

"I'm Aaron," said the man, extending his hand.

"Lesley." She hoped she didn't have as big a smile on her face as she felt she
had.

Aaron led her to a darkened room. A hugely muscular woman sat on the floor in
front of the TV, stretching. She was obviously very flexible, which Lesley
found surprising, in view of her muscle bound appearance.

"Honey, Lesley's here," said Aaron.

Kelly stood up, walked over and shook Lesley's hand. She was wearing sweat
pants and a t-shirt. The shirt would have been baggy on Lesley, but Kelly's
massive muscles stretched the shirt tight, and revealed her belly button.

My god, thought Lesley, she looks like a comic book super hero come to life.
Bebe had told her all about Kelly, and Lesley knew that she did indeed possess
superhuman strength.

Lesley was shaking with nervousness as she made the transaction. She took the
two boxes she got from Kelly into the false bottom of her purse. She could
hardly breath until she got home.

4 Weeks Later:

Lesley stood in front of the camera and assumed her usual pose, the timer went
off and the camera took its usual picture. A little script patiently waited
for the picture to appear in the folder that it guarded so proudly, and added
it automatically to the sequence of images that started the day before Lesley
started taking the Super Buff Drugs. She played the movie and watched as she
morphed from an average eighteen year old, into a super athletic eighteen year
old.

She had the musculature of a fitness competitor or lightweight bodybuilder.
But, she had the bug, bad. She had recently stepped up her twice a day
training to every day, rather than every other day. The stronger she got, the
more power she craved. She had tested out of school, and moved out of her mom
and stepdad's house. Bebe helped her get a job doing game programming at
Bebe's brother's company. Her increased income helped her buy more SBD's, she
consequently boosted her training schedule.

Her body responded with redoubled growth. Soon, she was benching 300lbs for
three sets of ten reps. She marveled at how powerful she was becoming. Since
the day she decided to start doing The Buff, she had hoped that she had the
potential for super strength, as some people had. She would see Kelly
occasionally, and hoped that she too could be as powerful and muscular.

Two Weeks Later:

Lesley worked out alone (which, in Super Buff circles, was a statement). Today
was chest day, one of her favorites. Strag, The Snag, worked out on a nearby
bench, throwing frequent glances at Lesley. He was a huge and blond. His
hypermuscular physique radiated power. Lesley was stealing glances of her own,
as she watched The Snag work his way from 500lbs to 600lbs, he struggled
mightily on the 600 set, barely getting to ten.

Lesley felt a thrill as she watched The Snag perform his last set. She
thrilled not just because of how strong The Snag was, but because she knew she
was stronger. She called him over, and he practically flew. She wore a tight,
long sleeve, half blouse made of some stretchy fabric; and a pair of pants
made of the same material. She felt the power strongly tonight. She was high
on several different BDs at once.

The Snag loaded the iron as he was instructed. He watch in awe as Lesley
punched out 20 reps as a warmup with 400lbs. She sat up with her arms hanging
at her sides, and flexed her chest and arms. She smiled with anticipation as
she felt the buttons and fabric of her top start to fail. She did two sets of
ten, one with 500lbs, the other with 650lbs. She knew her top would not last
much longer. She dropped the weight down to 250lbs and performed a set of 30.
She stood up, breathing hard, with a crazy smile on her cute face. She flexed
her chest and arms, and her top ripped and popped as her pumped muscles
swelled to incredible proportions.

"Ahh," cried Lesley. Sweat dripped from her upper body, covered now only by a
tiny bikini top; two small, flower printed triangles losing the fight to her
deep chest and her surprisingly large, perky breasts. With one arm, she
reached out, and crushed The Snag into her powerful young body. She easily
overpowered the massively muscular young man. She kissed him deeply, her mind
overcome with power and lust.

"Lap curls," she whispered in his ear.

He sat down on the curling bench, completely naked. She was also naked, sweat
was streaming down her powerful body. She picked up a gallon bottle of water
and poured it over her head, opening her mouth wide and drinking thirstily.

She picked up two 60lb dumbbells and sat in his lap, his slick member slid
neatly into her powerful pussy. She commenced to perform a set of 30 curls. He
was hard inside her the entire time. He caressed her powerful arms as she
performed the exercise. He was just nearing the point of no return to orgasm
when she got up to get heavier weights.

Lesley returned with two 80lb weights and resumed her position. The Snag was
almost as hard as when she stood up. She ground her ass into his crotch as
sexual sensations merged with feelings of raw physical power and flooded her
whole being. She performed a set of 15, and once again got up just before
Strag shot his load. He was beginning to wonder if the super body he was
building for himself was up for the challenge of Lesley's lovemaking. She
clearly outclassed him with her massive female physique. He had been watching
her at the gym closely for some time now, and he knew very well that she had
passed him a week ago. She had achieved in five weeks, what had taken him
three months to achieve. She was gifted and probably headed for super
strength, while he knew that he was relegated to being a mere mortal.

Lesley, on the other hand was flying higher than she had ever before. She
could feel her muscles growing after each exercise, and the more she pushed,
and the more her muscles burned, the more they rebounded with growth. She
faced the mirror and flexed her massive arm. She stared at herself in
disbelief. In a matter of six weeks she had transformed her once average body
into a powerhouse of curvy feminine muscle. She reached over with her other
hand to feel her hard, mountainous bicep. She was grinning wildly as she
picked up the 100lb dumbbells.

Strag had managed to stand up, and was stretching out, preparing for Lesley's
next set. His draw dropped as he saw her approaching with weights that looked
more like a movie prop than real. They resumed their positions, Strag feeling
her muscular body up and down from behind. She especially liked the feeling of
his fingers running up from her pubic hair and lightly tracing her etched,
symmetrical abs, then brushing across her firm breasts, and hard, erect
nipples. The sexual sensations swept through her body, spurring her on to
twelve reps with each arm.

"Hold on for one more set, lover," she said, giving him a quick but deep kiss.
Strag had to fight his orgasm near the end of that set. He didn't know if he
could take much more. He got up and stretched out again, he tried to think of
anything besides Lesley to get his member to go down a little.

Lesley drenched herself with more water, and returned with 45lb weights.
"Count out loud. Try to make it to 100."

At 70 she started to really tire. Strag started to encourage her, even though
he was struggling to hold on. His erection felt like it had been going on for
forever, and his entire body begged for release.

"C'mon, Lesley, you can do it. Look at yourself, look at your mighty, sexy
physique. Feel how strong you are. You can do it. Feel your power. Feel your
muscles grow!"

At 80 she began to make little, feminine grunts with each rep. On the last
rep, she brought the weights up slowly, flexing at the top as hard as she
could. Strag the Snag never got the words "one hundred" out as he completely
lost control of his orgasming body. Lesley dropped the weights and lifted her
mighty arms in a double bicep pose that defied reality. She was gasping as she
flexed her muscles in time with the waves of intense, orgasms sweeping through
her massive body.

The intensity of Lesley and Strag's lovemaking set off a chain reaction in the
other people around them. Gail's boyfriend was trying to encourage her to
start taking the Buff, but Gail was being a hard sell. She didn't even want to
be at the gym. Something about it scared her, and something about it disgusted
her. But, now she had just witnessed the most intense scene in her eighteen
year old life, and much to her surprise it turned her on. All around her were
young people of all types transforming themselves into muscular powerhouses
and having all levels of intimate contact right out in the open. Suddenly the
wild abandon of it all attracted her. She wanted to be a part of it.