For the Love of Guns
by CGMan
When Betty's friends feel she is spending too much time training her biceps, they intervene. FMG


"What's going on here?" Betty paused and looked around her living room,
clutching two paper sacks filled with groceries. Her two closest friends were
present, both of them sitting on her long couch, looking at her like a somber
but muscular jury. Her closest friend Jasmine stood up to meet her.

"We need to talk, Betty." Jasmine said, "I think you know what this is about."

"I'm sorry, I don't. And I don't like the vibe I'm sensing here." Betty said
defensively.

Jasmine walked up to Betty and put her hand on Betty's shoulder. Jasmine was
taller than Betty and from this close distance, she was looking down to make
eye contact. "I want you to know we are doing this because we love you." said
Jasmine. Betty looked up and felt resentment from this symbolic gesture.
Jasmine was talking to her like a father talks to his son who was misbehaving
and about to be punished. The only things that ruined the fatherly symbolism
were Jasmine's large breasts that were projecting into the space between
Betty's chin and clavicles. Jasmine had an imposing figure. All of her friends
did since they joined Club DCM. They trained hard and have all reaped the
benefits, in more ways than they would have expected. More energy, a feeling
of independence, and of course, kicking bods. Betty backed out of Jasmine's
firm but caring grasp and sat down on the opposite couch.

"I don't believe this." Betty said with a head shake.

"It's your workout pattern, Betty. We're all happy you joined the club with us
to get in better shape and all, but you need a better sense of balance." Susan
said with a tone filled with as much warmth as possible.

"It's your biceps, Betty." Jasmine interrupted. "You work them too much."

"This is ridiculous." Betty snapped, with a slight twitch to her right bicep.
Susan watched it jump and raised her eyebrows.

"What is your routine comprised of, Betty?" Jasmine asked.

"Just like yours.. Chest and back, legs, then shoulders and...arms." Betty
clenched her fist but purposefully avoided flexing her sizable bicep.

"You're not telling us everything Betty! I've been talking to the club
employees. You also have a separate bicep day in addition to shoulders and
arms day." Jasmine said.

"Fuck me dry. You're spying on me!" Betty protested, "And you call yourself my
friend."

"We're concerned about you Betty." Susan interjected, trying to calm things
down. "We just want what's best for you."

"It's like this. We are going to do everything we can to balance you out. We
love you and we are not going to stand idly by while you voluntarily turn
yourself into a freak!" Jasmine said firmly.

"I think you should both leave now." Betty said quietly.

"Fine. But your obsession ends here and now." Jasmine said as her and Susan
stood up. Susan paused wanting to give Betty a hug, but Jasmine pulled her as
they both left through the door.

After the door closed, Betty covered her head in her hands and let out a
scream muffled by her palms. "This is crazy! It's my business how I work my
body! With that she raised her arm and flexed as hard as she could. A bloated,
hard, double-headed peak popped out of her arm. She looked at it as she held
the flex. She watched a thick vein emerge on her bicep. Her face grew angry
and she kept holding the flex as hard and as long as she could. Her forearm
began to shake until finally she relaxed.

She knew this was bicep day at the club. She went into the kitchen and pulled
open the junk drawer. On the top of the miscellaneous items was a tape
measure. With baited breath she pulled out a length of tape and wrapped it
around her bloated right arm. She heard the tape slack slide as she flexed.
Her triceps were nice with a hint of definition but her biceps were another
story. She smiled as she watched the head inflate to it's maximum and looked
at the tape measure. 15 inches exactly. "Good girl." She cooed. She ended her
measuring session with a few quick twitches to watch her bicep jump up and
down but also move up and down the length of her upper arm. Relaxing her arm
she massaged her thick right bicep with her left hand. When it was relaxed it
was so pliable and warm. She sighed as if to tell her self to stop wasting
time and began putting her groceries away.

Betty huffed her way to the Club DCM on her 18 speed bike. Her mind was
running the intervention over and over again in her head. "The audacity of
those two!" she thought. Before she knew it, she was at her destination. She
looked up at the street sign of the club and smiled at the cartoony moustached
mascot of Club DCM. "Let's go girls." she said to herself, preparing herself
for the coming punishment she was about to endure.

The door chimed as Betty entered. "Ms. Betty," a skinny teenager said from
behind the counter as he stole glances at Betty's arms, "I'm sorry but I've
been constructed not to allow you to use anything for your arms"

Betty exploded with a loud, "WHAT?!" Everyone in the gym stopped what they
were doing to look at the disturbance. Betty could not believe Jasmine would
go to such lengths.

"I'm sorry ma'am." the boy whimpered, "Please don't yell at me, this comes
from the boss."

"UGH!!" Betty spun around and left. She unlocked her bike and barrelled down
the road as fast as she could. Her face was red as she pumped her way down
Main St. She looked at her arms as she firmly gripped the handlebars. "Don't
worry girls, this isn't over yet!"

The Mknew Gym was two miles down the street. Betty arrived and locked up her
bike, grumbling to herself. Betty pushed the double doors open with both hands
and walked confidently to the front desk. "I would like to apply for a gym
membership, please."

The man wearing a tag labled 'Ted: Manager' looked her over and smiled, "You
must be Betty." Betty's blood ran cold and her pulse quickend. To what lengths
did Jasmine go? "I'm sorry miss but we cannot accept your application."

"I can't believe this.. How much did she pay you?" Betty asked.

"Well it wasn't payment exactly.." The manager's focus drifted as he recalled
fondling Jasmine's giant breasts while getting the best blowjob of his life.
"Uhh.." Betty snapped her finger in front of his face and Ted came back. "Oh,
sorry. She talked to me.. And.. She was very persuasive about the seriousness
of your situation and I felt.. I really, really felt.. Well I felt this was
the right thing to do. The most right thing ever. Ever ever. Yes."

Betty's face had a look of disbelief as she listened to Ted's story. What did
she do, blow ever gym owner in town? So this was a direct challenge to her
will. Betty was going to show Jasmine that she has underestimated her prey.
One way or another.

Betty stood in the back of the trolley, one hand on her bike. The next town
over was 23 miles away. Not a bad commute, but certainly time consuming. She
had a new strategy, and it seemed like a good one. Instead of wearing her
usual attire that flaunted her impressive arms, she wore a long, loose-fitting
T-shirt. There was another branch of Club DCM that she's never been to before.
And more importantly, nobody there knew her. She could slide through the
entrance using her club card to gain entry. And nobody would be the wiser.

She stood around the corner from the main entrance and took a deep breath.
"Focus.. No eye contact.. Breeze right through." she said aloud to herself.
And then she did just that. The security checkpoint chirped her approval and
she was able to enter the gym area. Out of the corner of her eye, she could
see a man behind the counter staring her down. Could he be looking out for
her? Would Jasmine have gone all this way? Well it didn't matter now. So much
time was wasted with all of these delays.

The layout of Club DCM seemed to be identical in each branch. The club was
filled with women grunting and panting through their workouts. This club, like
her home club had a wall full of treadmills and exercycles that hardly anyone
used. Most everyone there was into weight training. The gym was divided into
main sections, the "Satin" section, and the "Tetsuko" section. The Tetsuko
section had a gateway with a cardboard cutout of a Japanese-style cartoon girl
with amazing size saying, "Your arms must be this big to use this area." The
women there all looked like pros. Betty's arms weren't big enough to pass
through, but she often daydreamed of the day she could walk up there and pull
out one of her arms and flex a giant bicep that exceeded the amount gauged
between the cartoon hands. "Anyway, let's get to it." she said to herself.
Betty walked up to a curling machine and got busy.

"Stop!" a female voice from behind startled her.

Betty went into denial. She thought to herself, "Impossible. IMPOSSIBLE!!" She
was about to speak when a woman knelt down at the machine beside her.

"Hi, sorry. I'm Sandy and I'm a trainer here. I can see you are interested in
gaining size. Well I guess we all are here. Hehe." She said as she flexed her
own impressive guns. They dwarfed Betty's arms and caused her to inhale with
surprise. "Let me show you something. If you really want to grow as fast as
possible, you have to mix things up. Constantly change your routine and keep
your muscles on their toes.. So to speak."

"Oh okay thank you!" Betty said with wide eyes. She was ready for learning
these new secrets.

"Let's try this." Sandy said as she pulled the peg from the weight stack and
moved it up to nearly half the weight it was before.

"But that is less resistance! How will I get bigger that way?"

"It's called twenty-ones. Without a break, do seven half curls, then seven
curls with the second half of the motion, and then seven full curls."

"Ahh!" Betty's eyes lit up. She began her set. 3...4...5... Nothing impressed
her yet. But as she got into the second phase, she was feeling it, big time.
Her biceps were responding. She couldn't see them under her baggy sleeves, but
the tenting they were creating was impressive. "Oh my gawd!" She breathed
quickly as she entered the last seven. The burn was incredible. Clearly she
had tapped into something new here. She stood up after her set and daintily
said, "Excuse me" to Susan and walked briskly into the ladies room.

Once inside the ladies room, Betty pulled up her sleeve and flexed her arm.
Her bicep was never so bloated as it was right now. It was complete with a
thick vein running down the middle of it. "Wow..." was all she could say.

She got back to the gym floor, shook her self loose, stretched out and did
another set. This was the hardest set she's ever done in her life. She felt
her biceps exploding with effort and her whole body shook. Twenty one has
never felt like such a big number before. She couldn't quite get to 21 this
time. But 19 was decent. She dropped the handlebars with a loud clank and
groaned. For ten seconds she just sat there motionless, collecting herself.
Then she placed her left hand on her T-shirted bicep. It was very hot. And
very swollen. She could feel the vein on it pumping right after each
heartbeat. She decided to take a short break and eat a CarboBar.

"Okay come on! One more set!" She was focusing her mind.. "Make it to twenty
one! You can do it girls! You are the best!" She was tempted to lower the
resistance but wanted to see if she could power through this. Maximum effort,
maximum gains she thought.

When she began the set she briefly felt like saying, "Holy shit!" She had
underestimated how tired her biceps were. But then she refocused her brain.
2... 3... 4... Her biceps felt like they were on fire. 5 came with a verbal
"Five!" at the end.. She hadn't intended to count aloud but there was an
involuntary sigh that escaped her lips. If a man were around, he would have
found this to be one sexy sounding five. 6... 7.... Time to change up... Eight
ended with another gasping count. Tears started flowing from her eyes. She
felt if she looked at her biceps it could inspire her to keep going. When she
did, her eyes widened. New determination and strength flowed into her brain as
she willed herself to keep pumping. 9.... "TEN!" she shouted. Clenching her
teeth she somehow found the will to get to eleven. After eleven she breathed
in and out a few times quickly then braced herself for number 12. Twelve
required a guttural bellow. She looked at her mighty biceps for the strength
to continue. "Rrrrrraaauhg!" Thirteen was hers.

People around her were watching this display of immense willpower. "You can do
it!" Sandy cheered. Betty grunted with spittle bubbling out from between her
clenched teeth. Her face was beet red as she shakily went for rep number 14.
At the upper half of fourteen her body was shaking like a loose panel of sheet
metal in a hurricane. Sandy started to grow concerned with all of the rattling
sounds coming from the machine's chair. "UGHHH!" trumpeted rep number
fourteen. Time for the full extensions. But when she lowered her arms all the
way down, she couldn't budge them back up. She was tapped. She relaxed her jaw
and exhaled. Tears streaming from her face, she stood up. She could not lift
her arms to wipe them away, but she tried. "Here I'll get that for you." Sandy
said and she wiped her face down with a clean towel. "That was an impressive
effort. If you put that much effort into all of your workouts, there's no
telling how far you could go!"

"Yeah.." Betty pondered Sandy's choice of words. Was she talking about the
rest of her body? "Thanks." Betty was successfully able to lift her arms. And
she moves to shake Sandy's hand.

"Oh please girl.." Sandy said and she hugged her, not caring that Betty was
soaked with sweat from head to toe. Betty felt Sandy's large frame with her
hug and was suitably impressed.

"Well, I am pretty wiped out. I think I'll go home now. Thanks again for the
tip!"

"I'll have more for you next time." Sandy said with a wink and a point.

What a day it had been. Her friends turning on her. Breaking through new
plateaus in her bicep day. Not to mention having to ride all over town to find
a gym she could use! "That bitch Jasmine." she thought. She felt like a
rebellious, angsty teenager. "I'll make her sorry for this. From now on, every
other day will be bicep day!"

Betty awoke the next day well-rested. Her left arm was raised towards her
headboard and when she awoke she had a vision of a large, blurry bicep staring
her in the face. She slowly flexed it a few times and smiled as she smooshed
her face with her beefy muscle.

Making her way into the kitchen she did her daily measuring session. "Grrrrr!"
She flexed as hard as she could. The tape slipped beyond the 15 inch mark and
settled at 15.5. "Wow! A half inch in one day!" She turned towards a large
mirror and made a double-bicep pose. Flexing her mighty biceps and smiling
broadly.

Betty decided to hit the local DCM club for leg day. The manager had his
employees constantly spying on her during her workout. When she saw someone
looking as she worked her legs, she winked at them and gave them a quick flex
of her bicep. She laughed at their reaction.

The week progressed agonizingly, but it passed. Sandy was showing Betty
various new ways to train the same muscle. She never commented at the fact
that Betty only seemed to be working her biceps, and nothing else. Her
alternating workouts were at the local club, and then she went to the next
town for working her favorite muscles. At the end of the week she measured her
arms and said, "16.5 inches!" with a very large grin. Her arms were looking
truly large. She loved how heavy they felt when she made fast, twitchy flexes.
The momentum was felt in her shoulders.

"Okay I'm going to show you something new today." Sandy said as Betty set down
her gym bag.

"Okay let's go!" as she walked towards the gym.

"No, not that way. Over here." Sandy led Betty down a hall into a quiet area
of the gym. "These rooms were made for yoga, but not many of the women use
them. They seem to favor the weights." At this point a muffled, gasping shout
followed by a clank was heard from the gym area as another woman pushed her
body to her limits. "But the smart ones, attack their progress from different
directions. Sit down in the lotus position. I am going to teach you how to use
meditation to enhance your ability to grow."

"Okay great!" Betty sat down and closed her eyes.

"Picture with your mind everything I say. Focus and relax at the same time.
With practice you will really see an enhancement to your workouts."

Sandy instructed Betty various visualizations. Energy flowing into her body
from the earth, her muscles growing from receiving this energy, one body part
at a time. Betty tried to follow along the best she could, but she kept coming
back to her biceps. Sandy went through the body one piece at a time and Betty
feigned following along, but in her mind's eye, everything was the biceps.
Glowing, blue energy flowing into them, and then they responded by swelling
larger and larger, and growing harder and harder. She visualized every
conceivable improvement she could think of... The two heads splitting wider
apart, her veins getting thicker, and inch after inch of bulging, heavy
growth.

"And open your eyes. How was that!" Sandy asked.

"Very interesting! I will do this before every workout and see how it effects
my results! Thanks!

The next morning, Betty awoke to her phone ringing. "Hello?"

After a slight pause.. "Betty."

"Susan! What do you want?"

"I wanted to apologize." Susan said. She always was the sweet one of the group
Betty thought. "I think we overstepped our bounds and I want to be your friend
again. If you'll let me."

"Does Jasmine feel the same way?"

"No. When I'm around her, I.. I am persuaded by her so easily. She knows how
to get what she wants all the time. She told me that you haven't been working
your arms as much lately."

"Yeah..." Betty smiled, "I am using more balance in my routines lately."

"That's great!"

"It sure is, kiddo. I tell you what... Why don't you come over for lunch.
But.. Not today.. Things are a little crazy right now. Let's say this
Thursday, three days from now."

"Okay that would be great! I'm so glad we could make this work out."

"Sure thing Susan. See you then! Bye." Betty then immediately hung up the
phone and giggled to herself. Then she looked at her arms and said, "Come on
girls.. Let's pull double-duty."

Betty wanted to prepare for Susan's visit. She wasn't honest with her on the
phone.. She had nothing to do but eat and work out. She figured a little white
lie can't compare to her betrayal. Not that she is all to blame. Jasmine can
be intimidating to a sweet little thing like Susan.

The next three days were spent plowing through meditation sessions followed by
excruciating workouts. Each day she would come home dragging her feet, spent
from the days activities.

Thursday afternoon arrived with a mousy knock on Betty's door. The door opened
partway and Betty said, "Hello Susan. You are looking good. Been working out I
see."

"Yeah, I am doing what I can." Susan punctuated this with a quick flex of her
nicely defined pectorals.

"Looking good there!" Betty said as she raised up her arm and grabbed the door
frame. Susan's eyes widened and her face went pale.

"Betty!"

"Yes?" Betty said with sheer delight.

"BETTY!"

Betty slowly flexed her arm and a huge bicep erupted, rising high into a lumpy
peak. "Not bad huh?"

"Wow." Susan said as she grabbed the swollen muscle with both hands and then
lowered her head to kiss it. "Just incredible. I've always loved your big
biceps but this.. This is off the scale!!" Betty was beaming. "How big are
your arms now?"

"Why don't we find out?" Betty's never had an assistant measure her before.
This should be fun. Susan followed Betty into the kitchen and Betty handed her
the measuring tape. "Okay when you are ready, I will flex."

Susan wrapped the tape around her bulky arm and said, "Go." Betty grabbed her
fist with her other arm and flexed with all of her might. Her bicep swelled
larger and larger. "Okay it looks like..."

"Wait!" Betty grunted. And she poured on the flex. Her bicep grew just a bit
more.

"WOW! Your arms are 18 and a half inches! And it's all bicep!"

"All my big girls!" Betty said with pride. She kissed one of her bulky arms.

"But how are you doing this if you are not going to the gym?"

"I am going to another gym for my arms. Jasmine's made this such a hassle, but
I've gotten around her sphere of influence. There's another Club DCM over in
Hillbrook that I use every other day."

"You are working your guns every other day now?!"

"Yep. And they're only going to get bigger. Bigger and bigger!"

"Betty, you're a little crazy, but I love you." Susan kissed Betty's flexing
bicep and then hugged one of her large arms. That night, Susan and Betty took
their friendship to a new level.

Betty never knew she would have so much fun with a woman. They were soon
spending all their free time together. Susan would help Betty with her
workouts on "Bi Day" as she called it. They got very experimental. One method
that Betty liked was to have Susan give a sharp tug downwards in the middle of
a curl. Betty's arms continued to grow. Within two weeks' time, Betty measured
in at 21 inches.

"I think I am just about ready to enter the Tetsuko area!" Betty exclaimed.

"That's so cool! I want to come with you!" Susan said.

The next day, they both piled in the trolley and headed to club. Susan always
got giddy on Bi Day. She said it made her so horny to watch her lover work out
those big arms.

"Stop right there miss." a beefy man said. "I'm sorry but we cannot allow you
to work out here any more."

"Why the hell not?!" Betty said angrily.

"I have orders from the manager. Something about symmetry violations."

"Jasmine!" Betty erupted. She turned to Susan and bellowed, "Did you tell her
I was coming here?!"

"No! I swear!" Susan said, her body in a cowering posture.

Betty believed her and took her in her big arms and said, "Relax. Stand tall.
I am going to put a stop to this." Betty and Susan left the club in silence.
Susan could see that Betty was fuming. "I came here to work my arms and that's
what I'm going to do. Follow me."

Betty led Susan into the back parking lot of the club. Betty looked around
thoughfully. Then looked at her arms and did a quick flex. "Hmmmmm." After
wandering around the lot, she exclaimed, "Ah HA!" Susan didn't know what she
was doing. "This should do." and she walked up to a pickup truck.

"Betty, you're not going to..."

"Just keep a lookout." She breathed in and out ten times quickly and then
grabbed the underside of the rear bumper. Susan's eyes went wide when the back
end of the truck lifted. Betty's biceps exploded from her arms and veins
popped out everywhere. "One!" she grunted. "Two! Three! Four! F-f-five!
Sssssix!" Betty's body was shaking and her face grew red with determination.
"SEVEN!! EIGHT!!!!" She let go and the truck plopped down and bounced. Betty
panted and asked, "How's that?" Then she flexed her mighty bicep as Susan
looked at it slack-jawed.

"It's so huge!! I took the tape with me. I was going to surprise you with it
later."

"What a good lover! Let's measure my big babies!" Betty said.

"Twenty two... No... Twenty two and three quarters! Shit! It's so enormous!!"
Susan said. The head of Betty's bicep was pushing into her forearm as she
flexed. She relaxed and flexed again and Susan watched Betty's heavy bicep
jump up and down like it was trying to break free of her arm.

"Come on, let's go back into town and get my life back." Betty said. Susan
followed her, with her arms wrapped around Betty's giant, veiny, right bicep.

Betty's clenched fist pounded on Jasmine's door. Susan stood behind her
quietly. "Open the door Jasmine! I know you're there, your gas-guzzler is
here!" Betty heard something coming from inside Jasmine's home so she put her
ear to the door. She heard the sound of rhythmic metal clanging. "What is
that?" she wondered aloud. She listened to the door again and the clanging
continued with the occasional sound of Jasmine grunting loudly. Once again
Betty pounded on the door, "Come on Jasmine!"

Jasmine's door opened slowly. Jasmine stood in the opening wearing a robe that
she was holding closed with her folded arms. She was sweatting and breathing
heavily. "What do you want? Susan? Holy shit Betty, your arms!

Betty cocked her right arm up and gave Jasmine a powerful flex of her
oversized bicep. "We need to talk. Your intervention didn't work. I want you
to stop meddling in my... Are you working out at home now?"

"Uh, yeah.. I bought some equipment. It's nice and convenient to be able to
use it any time. Hi Susan." Jasmine said. She didn't look comfortable talking
about this.

Betty extended herself up on her toes and peered over Jasmine's shoulder. "But
all you have here is a bench press machine."

"It does flys too." Jasmine added.

"Strange." Susan said.

"What's going on here.. You seem different somehow." Betty said with one
eyebrow raised.

"Me?! Look at your fuckin' arms! It's ridiculous!"

"I like them. And so does Susan." Betty said. Susan worriedly looked up at
Jasmine.

"Oh really! Is this true?" Jasmine asked.

Susan was silent for about six seconds then said, "Yes. It is true. In fact,
they turn me on." Susan wrapped both of her arms around Betty's bicep head and
Betty flexed it for her then blew her a kiss.

"I see." Jasmine said.

"So what is it you are hiding from us, Jasmine?" Betty asked.

"Well." Jasmine paused and then opened her robe. Betty and Susan's eyes grew
wide and their eyebrows raised. Jasmine, still breathing heavily was clearly
still pumped from a workout. Her pectorals were gigantic! Big, thick beefy
slabs of girl muscle, with a faint hint of veins crawling over them. The left
pec twitched and her large, bare left breasts bounced sharply in response.
Betty figured her pects were sticking out six or seven inches from her chest
wall. Neither of them have seen such a set of overdeveloped pectorals on
anyone, man or woman. Susan felt herself moisten as her lust overtook her.

"I can't believe this." Betty finally managed to say. Jasmine brought her
shoulders forward slightly and gave her huge pectorals a brief flex. A network
of bulky muscle fibers pushed through her skin making a series of grooves
stretching along her thick slabs of muscle. "What... What... Where do get off
telling me about balance when you grow these big monsters?"

"Well," Jasmine said, "I wanted to increase my bust size, but I wasn't fond of
the idea of surgery.. So this seemed like a good option. I guess they really
took to the extra attention. They grow so fast!" Jasmine looked down at her
chest as if she was even surprised by them. She flexed them again and watched
the flex roll up her chest like a powerful wave.

"I think if I looked up hypocrite in the dictionary, I'll see a picture of
your titties. Are you gonna go to all of these gyms and tell them to let me do
what I want?" Betty asked. She looked at Susan and then did a double-take.
Susan's eyes were transfixed on Jasmine's chest.

"Under the circumstances," Jasmine admitted, "I think that would be the best
thing to do."

"And how about... an apology!?" Betty added.

"I'm sorry Betty. What you do to your body is your own business. Can you ever
forgive me? I was such a bitch to you. And to you, Susan." Jasmine looked at
Susan and saw her licking her lips slowly. Betty rolled her eyes.

"Sure.. All is forgiven." Betty said.

"I'm glad we worked this out." Susan said, snapping back to lucidity. The
girls all hugged eachother. "You know what? I'm starting to feel like the odd
girl of this group, looking so.. normal. I've always wanted to have really
powerful thighs. I mean really powerful!"

"Well let's go to the gym!" Betty said.

"Sounds good." Jasmine said as she pulled a T-Shirt down over torso. Her big
breasts supported by her giant pectorals pushed her shirt a foot from her
body. "I'll need to set things straight with the manager. I'll get my
diaphragm."

The End