BATTLE OF THE SEXES  part 2
by Mr. Shhh



7 am the next morning.  
Tina walks out the front door of her apartment building and takes in a lung full 
of cool morning air.  
The young bodybuilder has dressed herself as inconspicuously as possible, which 
is pretty difficult with a physique such as hers.  A plain, gray jogging suit 
covers most of her mass, with a baseball cap and loose coat topping it off.  The 
baggy material of her sweat suit hides the majority of her immense bulk, but the 
sheer width of her shoulders and tree trunk-like neck lead one to question what 
lies underneath.  

Tina is halfway to the subway when she spots something that halts her dead in 
her tracks.   It's the latest issue of Hard-Core Bodybuilder Maniac, a monthly 
magazine on display at an outdoor newsstand.  Guess what happens to be on the 
cover, but a big picture of her and Van Grievous from the Ultra Class sign-ups.  
Tina buys the magazine from the shocked vendor, and heads off again down the 
street, reading the article called....


BATTLE OF THE SEXES
by Carl Lundergard

"Hard-core muscle heads know it as the big one.  Everybody else know it as the 
most controversial sporting event in the world.  It's shocking, lewd, 
disgusting, and outrageous all at once.  It's the Ultra-Class international 
bodybuilding championship, and it's staged once every four years.  
Once again drawing the biggest names in professional bodybuilding, this year's 
show promises to be the most controversial yet, with the introduction of the 
first female competitor in the previously all male line-up.   
For those who are unfamiliar familiar with the ultra-class, it's a cream de la 
cream event open only to the winners of previous contests.  Beyond that, what 
sets the ultra-class apart from other contests is it's completely unrestricted 
nature.  Competitors are given the green light to use whatever training methods 
they wish, including steroids.  The results are usually extreme, even for 
bodybuilding.  But then, that's the point.    
With the introduction of Tina Brody, winner of last year's Miss Olympia, and the 
youngest competitor, male or female, ever to win a professional contest, 
insiders are expecting the most interesting show yet.  
Brody is the 19 year old prodigy who destroyed her competition last year at the 
age of 17.  Coming in at 5'6, 190 pounds, industry insiders say that Brody could 
have easily competed with the men and fared well.  Some say that with her 
seemingly perfect bodybuilding genetics, she's made for the sport.  Regardless 
of whether or not that's true, she'll face stiff competition in the ultra-class.  
This year's returning competitors include Lars Valvoline, Lou McAlpine, and 
Jonny Favorite, three of the biggest pros in the sport.  But the favorite (no 
pun intended) still remains the current champ and eight time Mr. Olympia winner, 
Massimo Van Grievous.  Industry insiders agree that Van Grievous pretty much 
represents the pinnacle of bodybuilding.  His truly incredible genetics, dense 
muscularity, and massive height and width give him more room to build muscle 
than any other competitor ever to compete in the sport, including the 
comparatively petite Ms Brody.  
"I'm a bodybuilding animal!"  Says Van Grievous, of his famous physique.  "I eat 
other bodybuilders for breakfast!  I'll push farther and work harder than anyone 
on the planet, including the chick.  Where she ends, burnt out, crashed... I 
begin.  Go do your nails sweet thing, Van Grievous's still the champ!"  

Most agree that if Brody is to even stand a chance against Van Grievous and the 
others, she'll have to prove she can build a level of muscularity never before 
thought possible on a female bodybuilder.  Of course, that's nothing new for 
her.
Brody's story reads like a bodybuilding fairy tale.  A skin and bones teenager 
in high school, Brody took up body building at age 13 after becoming obsessed 
with the muscular look she saw during a Miss Olympia on TV.  
Brody dove head first into the sport, finding out everything she could on weight 
lifting and dieting, and was determined to become the most muscular woman in the 
world.  
Her incredible determination was matched only by her equally unbelievable 
genetics, which have become legendary for their ability to pack incredibly 
dense, striated muscle onto her surprisingly small frame.  
Since her inception into the sport, Brody has been known for her remarkable 
ability to stay in lean, ultra-cut, competition shape nearly all year round.  
This became a staple  early in her career.  After training seriously for only a 
few months, Brody's body showed incredible gains.  While she had yet to build 
any of the incredible mass that she's become known for, she had already dieted 
and pushed herself so hard, that she obtained an unbelievably sharp, contest 
ready look.  Months passed, and even while practicing her studies at school, 
Brody maintained this shocking physique.  Her skin would be of an almost 
translucent quality, with cut, tendon shredded muscles feathering every part of 
her body, and dense veins running over every muscle group.  
"School was pretty strange"  Brody recalls.  "I was into some really hard-core 
muscle, and people didn't get it."  She says.  "I'd get a lot of mean comments, 
but I have to admit, I egged them on.  I'd wear sleeveless shirts, tight tank 
tops...things that really showed off my arms.  If I had a presentation in class, 
I'd pump myself up right before with some massive weights so that I was really, 
really cut... really veiny and beefy.  Then I'd make sure I was wearing a shirt 
about eight sizes too small.  The shirts'd be straining to hold in my muscles, 
and would often tear open with the slightest flex.  I could finish a 
presentation nearly naked.  It was obscene."  
At age 15, Brody was starting to show her incredible potential.  "I'd wake up, 
work out, go to school, come home, work out, eat dinner, work out, and then go 
to bed.  I was a machine."  She says.  "I was obsessed with my body.  I would 
spend hours in front of the mirror posing and flexing until I was exhausted, 
dripping with sweat and shredded beyond belief.  I remember discovering that I 
was developing breasts, and I was horrified."  She recounts.  "I thought this 
was going to ruin my pecs!  I went straight to the gym and worked my chest 
harder than I'd ever done before.  I worked it hard for months, determined to 
get rid of those breasts, and I did."  
By the time she was 16, Brody had built a body so incredibly muscular, that she 
then could have competed in any major female body building competition and won.  
When asked why she didn't enter at the time, she simply answered "I wasn't 
muscular enough yet.  I wanted to set a new standard, and I hadn't reached it."
If she hadn't reached it then, she certainly did by age 17, when she entered her 
first competition.  After winning it and gaining professional status, she 
entered the Miss Olympia, and the rest is history.  
Her condition was so incredible for that contest, that nobody stood a chance.  
She had set a new level of female muscularity on her very first professional 
outing.  
But all of this is inconsequential.  While Brody obviously has the determination 
and the ability to go far, the ultra-class is in a whole new league.  Still, 
regardless of whether or not she'll be able to stand up to Van Grievous and 
company, one thing is for certain, the fans are in for a hell of a show."    


An hour later. 
Tina arrives at the V-tech warehouse.  Waiting inside is Quinn, and a few guys 
wearing white lab coats.  Quinn approaches Tina the instant she steps through 
the door. 
"A-ha!  I thought you might show up early for your first day."  
"Hey Mr. Quinn.  Actually, I plan to start early every day."  Tina replies.  "I 
have an awful lot of training to do if I'm going to beat Van Grievous."
The trio of people behind Quinn chuckle a little.  Tina looks at them sharply, 
and they stop.
"Tina, the people behind me are some of the scientists from our company.  
They're here to explain our new line of steroids."
Quinn leads Tina and the scientists over to a seating area in the corner of the 
gym.  While Quinn continues talking, the scientists open up their briefcases and 
begin taking out bottles
"This stuff isn't candy Tina.  These are the latest and most advanced drugs on 
the market."  Quinn explains, his hand resting on her bulging shoulder.  
"They're what your competition are using, and they work a lot differently than 
other steroids-" 
"-Actually," one of the scientists injects, "it's unfair to even call them 
steroids at all.  They're scientifically engineered hormones.  Designer genes.  
They're created in a lab to enhance the body in specific ways."
Quinn adjusts his tie awkwardly. "...There you go."  
"Sounds expensive."  Tina comments.  
"You don't know the half of it Tina.  One time there was this client-"    
The scientist clears his throat loudly, and Quinn shuts up.  The scientist then 
continues.
"There are three different strains of this serum.  We can mix and match the 
strains to produce different effects, which is what the other competitors are 
doing.  The first serum, let's call it serum X, reacts to the body's adrenaline 
level.  That is, the harder and longer you work out for, the greater an effect 
it will have.  The second, serum Y, stimulates muscle growth directly, and 
allows for prolonged workouts.  Where as usually   the body will fatigue after 
two or three hours, serum Y allows for longer workouts and less resting time, 
thus maximizing your efforts."
"What does the last one do?"  Tina asks.
"Serum Z is the most experimental.  It's exact effects are a little fishy.  So 
far, it seems to work best to minimize body fat.  That is, as you work out, it 
burns body fat faster and more efficiently, allowing for greater degrees of 
definition."
"And you say this is what the others guys will be taking?" 
"The most aggressive bodybuilders will use them, yes."  One of the scientists 
answers.  "But they are drugs, and they are dangerous if abused."
Tina nods in agreement.  "I understand."

A few minutes later, Tina has rolled up one of the legs on her sweat pants, 
revealing her deeply tanned thigh.  Quinn looks at her rippling musculature and 
sighs.  Tina waits on the bench as the scientists finish preparing the 
concoction and approach her.  They've readied a shockingly large needle full of 
the serum.  
"This will sting a little."  One of them warns, approaching Tina's leg with the 
serum.  
The scientist abruptly pushes the huge needle right into the center of Tina's 
bulging leg.  Tina whips her head back and clinches her teeth, fighting to hold 
in a feral scream of pain.  
As the needle pushes deeper and deeper into her leg, Tina grips the edge of the 
wooden bench.  Her grip is so strong, that the wood begins to crack and splinter 
under the pressure.  
The scientist pushes on the needle, and slowly, the murky serum injects into her 
body.  She grimaces hard, veins straining all over her neck and temple as she 
fights trough a sudden burning pain engulfing her body.  
Finally, the scientist pulls the empty needle out of her thigh, and covers the 
entry point with a cotton swab.  Tina lets go of the bench and relaxes as the 
pain slowly dies down.  She wipes some sweat from her brow.
"That... was a little more than a sting."  Tina says with a smile, her face beat 
red.   
"Yes, well, if you wish to follow the program of your competitors, you'll need 
an injection like that twice a week."  The scientists says coldly. 
"I guess I can handle that."  

A few moments later, Tina returns to the room, changed and ready for a workout.  
She's taken off her sweat suit, revealing her huge, muscle covered body.  She's 
wearing a matching pair of spandex workout shorts and top.  The Doctors stare at 
her in awe.
"Good lord..." One of them mutters.  "I- I've never seen anyone so muscular... 
and she hasn't even started with our serum yet!"
Quinn smiles as he watches this young, innocent bodybuilder approach the V-tech 
workout machines.  
Tina stretches her arms above her head, sending ripples of muscle dancing all 
over her body.
 "Okay,  let's see what this stuff can do!"

Three weeks pass.  
Tina is back at her apartment, enjoying a shower after a long day of pumping 
iron.  Steam rises up from her bathroom and runs along the floor of her loft 
apartment.  It settles  beside her own personal collection of bodybuilding 
equipment.  
Soft moans escape from inside the shower, moans so feminine, that one would be 
surprised that they come from our amazon heroine.  Tina is particularly enjoying 
her shower.  The warm water feels like heaven against her sore, throbbing 
muscles.  Cascades of water run down her tight, striated chest, rolling through 
the deep grooves and massive valleys punctuating it.  
Finally, the young beauty turns around and shuts off the water.  She has to be 
careful when she does, as her back and lats are so cartoonishly wide, that she 
could easily get stuck in the shower stall (or more likely destroy the thing).
Tina steps out onto the cold tile floor, and grabs her towel.  She starts to dry 
herself, but slowly looses interest when she catches her reflection in the 
steamy mirror.  She slowly puts down the towel and walks closer to the mirror.  
Wiping away the condensation, she can hardly believe her own body.  Standing in 
the misty fog before her is a glistening, dripping wet muscle woman straight out 
of an AAWA subscriber's wildest fantasies.
The three weeks of intense training since her first steroid injection were 
already showing gains, and she couldn't believe it.  Her body was tighter, 
firmer, and more defined than even she thought possible.  She believed she had 
reached her peak of vascularity, and yet, here she was, living proof of a new 
level of extreme conditioning.  Her mass was covered with huge, beefy slabs of 
granite like muscle.  Every part of her body, right down to her toes, was 
densely packed, and bulging beyond belief.  
On a whim, she raises her right arm and flexes.  A bicep 21 and a half inches 
bulges out from within her mass.  A big, fat vein, easily as wide as a thumb, 
runs over its peak, and splits off into several smaller veins at the joint.  
With the slightest movement, her arm feathers and ripples with thousands of tiny 
striations.  Her skin is paper thin, and the very texture of the muscle beneath 
it is clearly on display.
"Oh yeah..."  Tina mumbles to herself, a little in awe of the incredible short-
term gain on her body.  
She begins pumping her arm, flexing and unflexing it, over and over.  She grits 
her teeth, putting more and more effort into it.  Her arm begins to shake as she 
pumps her huge bicep harder and harder. 
"Pump.  Pump harder damn it!"  She moans as she flexes with all of her might, 
strength that could crush a pool ball, or bend a steel bar.  After a few more 
incredible flexes, her bicep is 24 inches, a new world record for a female 
bodybuilder, surpassing her old record of 23 inches set a few months ago.  The 
veins running over her bicep have swollen to at least an inch and a half wide to 
feed that animal of a muscle, and look about ready to explode.  One huge purple 
monster, resembling a piece of rope more than a young girl's vein, runs 
obscenely from under her skin, bulging at the intersection of her bicep and 
forearm and running up the inside of her forearm up to the wrist.  
"Is that all you've got?!  COME ON!"  She yells, now in an incredible state of 
excitement, and intense pain.  Her arm and head are now vibrating from the 
pressure, and veins have started to run up her beautiful forehead like Dirty 
Harry.  
"Unnnnnnnarrr!!"  She groans, as she pumps one last, ultra slow flex.  She 
watches in erotic excitement as her huge bicep raises up even higher through 
sheer force of will.  The mountainous bicep just breaks the 24 and a half inch 
barrier with her last ounce of effort.  Still holding this inhuman flex, she 
marveling at the violently sputtering slab of tendon shredded muscle before her.  
Suddenly her head jerks, and Tina yells out a high pitched squeal.  With that, 
she lets her flex go and drops to her knees.  She kneels there, her head 
eventually coming to a rest on the wet floor as she recovers from a purely 
muscle induced orgasm.    
Panting heavily, Tina smiles and feels her arm with her free hand.  The 
incredibly pumped arm feels massive, even to her.  
"You're good.  But you've got to do better than that if you're going to beat Van 
Grievous.  And I won't take no for an answer...." 
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.  Tina snaps out of her orgasmic daze, and 
looks out from the bathroom.  Taking a second to compose herself, she heads 
across the apartment to her room and puts on an oversized sweat shirt, with a 
pair of panties hiding underneath.  

"Tim?"  She asks as she opens her front door, revealing the guy from a few weeks 
ago  He's holding a duffel bag at his side.  
"Hi Tina.  I know you weren't expecting me, but I just had to see you again."  
Tim says nervously.
"Come on in." 
She opens the door the rest of the way, revealing her naked legs.  Tim spots 
them, and does a Tex Avery-esque, eye popping kind of thing.    
"Sweet Christmas...!"  He exclaims.
As if it were possible, her legs are even more muscular than last time Tim saw 
them.  Even relaxed like this they're still shredded and veiny, with incredibly 
large slabs of beefy muscle.  
"Hmmm?"  Tina wonders, looking down at her tanned legs.  "Oh, right.  You 
haven't seen me in a while.  I've been working out a bit."  She says with a 
passing thought. 
She flexes one of her huge thighs slightly, and the entire mass doubles in size.   
Thick muscles, like twin watermelons, bulge to the surface and tear open with 
tiny striations.  They're so huge, they bulge their way back to her waist.  
"Not bad, eh?   I've been paying a little more attention to them lately.  I 
figure it's a start, but I still need to add some serious mass."  
Tim chokes down his disbelief as Tina turns around and leads him into her 
spacious loft apartment.  Tim sits down across from her on a couch in the center 
of the room.
"So to what do I owe this visit Tim?"  Tina asks, smiling. 
"I.... well see-"  Tim  mutters, nervous and uncomfortable.
"What is it Tim?  You can tell me."  She says carringly, as she gets up and sits 
down beside him.  Side by side, he realizes he's much taller than her small 5'6, 
but he can tell she eclipses him in sheer width, even with her parachute sized 
sweater on.  
"It's just....that night....that stuff you did....."
Tina smiles as she listens, starting to get turned on a little.
"...It was the most incredible thing I've ever seen.  You're like a sex fantasy 
come to life."  
"Tim, that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.  Most people are 
turned off by my muscles."
"You know what they are Teen?  Stupid.  Real stupid.  It's just that....."  Tim 
fidgets and scratches his head. 
"What?"  
"Could you do something for me?  Something I've fantasized about for a long, 
long time?"
"Sure Tim."  Tina answers.  "Anything."  
Tim nervously unzips his bag beside him, and pulls out some folded up clothes.  
He gives them to Tina, who is confused, but curious.  She unfolds them and holds 
them up.  
"Tim..."  She says, a smile curling up her beautiful face, as she realizes she's 
holding a catholic school girl uniform.  Without saying another word, she gets 
up with the outfit, and storms off to her bedroom.  The door slams shut behind 
her.  
Tim sits nervously on the couch.  A million thoughts swirl through his head.  
"What's she doing?  Is she changing? Is she burning it?  Is she going to think 
I'm a weirdo?  I knew I shouldn't have done this.  This was a bad idea.  This 
was a really bad idea."  
Suddenly, the door at the end of the hall opens up, and Tim hears a voice call 
him.  
"Oh Tiiimmmmm?"  Tina sings in a low, sexy voice.  
All the voices in Tim's head suddenly shut up except for one.  
"This was a good idea."  
Tina playfully speaks from inside the room  "Is this really an x-large shirt?"  
"Uh...it's the biggest size they had, Tina."  Tim nervously yells back. "It's 
like a tent on me.  I put a deposit on it, but I don't think that'll be a 
problem" 
"I guess I'll just have to be careful then."  Tina replies.
"Umm.........  sure?"  Tim agrees.  
Tim sits restlessly on the couch, watching the open door at the end of the hall, 
when he suddenly sees a leg slide out into the hallway.  In a kind of slow, 
strip tease sort of way, Tina reveals her long, bulging limb.  Tim's eyes just 
about burst when he sees how she's squeezed the school girl stalking over her 
leg, all the way up to her calve.  But her calves are too massive to get the 
stalking over, so it ends there. 
Her leg bulges with simply unreal amounts of deep brown meat as she steps down, 
and flexes slightly.  Even looking at it, Tim simply cannot believe just how 
much thick, corded muscle is attached to that cute leg.  Any bigger, and he's 
sure he would have trouble getting both arms all the way around her gigantic 
thigh.  And the contrast of that incredibly muscular leg wearing a cute little 
white stalking is straight out orgasm inducing.  
"Oh Mister Tim...?"  Tina sings in an innocent, yet sultry school girl voice.
She slowly steps out from behind the door, revealing herself in all her 
bodybuilding glory.  Tim's jaw drops through the floor.
Tina has packed her outrageously over-muscled upper body into a white, short 
sleeved dress shirt about a hundred sizes too small.  Her veiny, sinewy body is 
busting out all over the place, and the shirt looks primed to explode with 
nuclear force.  A tiny, checkered skirt that's surely illegal in most states, 
just barely covers her crotch and reveals a pair of flowery white panties 
separating two legs so hugely muscled, that she has to stand with them apart 
just to keep them from touching.  On top of all this, her cute, angelic face is 
made up with a vengeance, with slutty, fire engine red lipstick on her plump 
lips, and "screw me 'till dawn" bangs fluttering in front of her face.    
"Well Mister Tim," she asks in an outrageously sexy voice, "Am I your school 
girl fantasy?"  
Tim is speechless.  The woman before him is absolutely orgasm inducing.  She's 
so far beyond the norms of society, so lewdly muscular, so wantonly sluttish, 
that she blows away even his most outrageous fantasies. 
"Oh Mister Tim,"  Tina pouts, cutely playing with her skirt, "What do you think 
of my itty-bitty muscles?"  
She flexes her arm slightly, and a massive, 22 inch bicep rises up.  Veins fight 
to get through the tight sleeve to continue their journey up her arm.  
"Oh Mister Tim...I hope you like muscular little girls..."  She moans as she 
flexes her arm.  "Because I'm the kind of girl who likes to pump iron.  Do you 
want to watch me pump some heavy duty iron, Mister Tim?  Do you want to see me 
make my tiny little body all wet and sweaty?"  
Tim nods.  
Tina walks over to the weight machines sitting in the corner of her loft.  As 
she does, she lifts up her tiny skirt and gives Tim a view of her striated ass, 
which is split down the crack by a microscopic g-string.  Her ass is just a ball 
of tight, super-lean muscle.  It's so cut, that it actually resembles her pecs, 
similarly divided up by deeply cut grooves.  With every step, her ass pumps 
sexily, cutting striations deeper into the beefy meat of her ass cheeks.  
She arrives a moment later at the free weights, and cutely puts her finger on 
her lips as she decides what to use.  
 "Hmmmm.  What do you think Mister Tim, should I pump a little weight or a lot?"  
She asks.
Tim gulps, and quietly answers.  "A lot..."  
"A lot?  You want to see this tiny little school girl pump a lot of heavy, iron 
weight?  How much is a lot Mister Tim?  A super huge amount, or just a lot?"
"A super huge amount."
"I don't know Mister Tim.  I'm just a little girl.  I don't know if I can lift 
that much weight with these tiny arms."  Tina says rubbing her arm with her 
hand.  
Tina goes to the free weights and starts putting together dumbbells.  Tim 
watches, and can't believe how much weight she's putting on each bar.  Tina's 
getting really into this, and can feel herself getting seriously horny.  She 
wants to pump some serious weight, and blow Tim away.
"Unnng!   There!"  She grunts through gritted teeth as she hoists up 150 pound 
dumbbells in each hand.  "Good lord!"  Tim yells.
The dumbbells are gigantic.  Each bar is totally covered by weights, and Tina 
barely has just enough space inbetween all that iron to squeeze her small hands 
in.  She smiles cutely, but obviously strains just to hold the weights by her 
side.  Her arms explode into gigantic pillars of strength, further straining her 
already over-burdened sleeves.  
"Think these weights are heavy enough for me Mister Tim?"  Tina speaks through 
the strain.  She lowers the massive weights until she's holding each of them at 
the bottom of her curl motion, and holds them there.
"What do you think Mr. Tim?  Do you like my little arms?"    
Tim watches her arms, seeing veins appear by the second.  He knows it can't be 
true, but he swears he can see her arms swelling just from the intense effort of 
holding those monster weights in place.    
"D-do you want me to pump these huge weights Mr. Tim?"  She asks, stuttering a 
little from the intense strain.  
"Y-yes Tina...... pump those weights with your big muscles..."   
"Mmmmm.  I thought you'd never ask.  Watch this, it'll blow you mind.... "
With a quiet grunt, and a big, sexy smile, Tina pumps both of the huge dumbbells 
up at the same time.  This time though, she does it so agonizingly slowly, that 
Tim can hardly believe what he's seeing.  
"Oh.....Mr. Tim...."  She moans erotically as she pours on the strength from a 
seemingly endless reserve.  Her huge, plump lips seem to swell as she pouts and 
licks them  lewdly.  About a third of the way up, Tim begins to hear the 
stitches on the shirt sleeve moan from the incredible stress being put on them.  
Tim looks closely to see her biceps swelling dramatically.  
"Oh yes....it burns.  It burns soooo good!"  Tina moans, gritting her teeth now 
and straining harder.  Her face begins to go red, and shocking large veins begin 
to punctuate her forehead.  Her arms are absolutely freaky.  Beyond ripped, her 
absolutely swollen, 24 inch arms flex with such incredible might, that Tim can 
almost feel the power. 
"Oh Tina baby.... how does it feel?"  Tim mumbles, half dazed with lust.
"Oh Mr. Tim..... it hurts soooo good!" 
The torturously slow single rep continues.  By now, her palms have gone white 
with effort, and her veins are so large, so violently swollen, that they look 
like they're going to burst.   Veins as thick as bratwurst sausages bulge 
violently from the tops of her shredded arms.  
Suddenly, her shirt sleeves give out, and tear open right through the shoulders 
and up to her neck.  The back of the shirt tears down the middle, revealing her 
super-wide  back and lats.  
Tim looks down at Tina's legs, and sees that they are just as strained as her 
arms.  Her monster sized thighs sputter like jelly under the 300 pounds of dead 
weight she's holding up higher by the second.  After only finishing half the 
rep, she actually has to spread her stance apart a foot wider because her huge 
legs are getting too gigantic.  Her thigh muscles rub together with each little 
movement, and both totally eclipse her knees, casting shadows over them and the 
rest of her lower legs.  Tim follows two veins with his eyes as they appear from 
the crotch of her panties and run down the insides of each leg where they split 
off into a million smaller veins that cover every inch of her thighs. 
Tina nears the end of her rep, showing no signs of slowing down.  It's been at 
least two full minutes now since she began.  Anybody else, even the most 
dedicated power lifter, would have buckled under the immense strain.  Yet, Tina 
Brody continues her self-inflicted torture, her pain threshold beyond human 
understanding.  She even seems to get off on it.  
"I can feel the fibers being torn apart.  I can feel my biceps swelling, growing 
bigger, adding meat!  I can feel the steroids coursing through my veins, the 
hormones fueling me, pumping me , ripping me, shredding me...!"  
And with that, Tina reaches the top of her rep.  Her arms pumped beyond even 
Tim's wildest fantasies.  They're dripping sweat in rivers, along with the rest 
of her soaked body.  Tina opens her eyes and looks at Tim with a look of pure 
lust.  Beads of sweat roll down her face from her wet, stringy locks.  
She lets the two weights down slowly, and rests them back on the rack.  She 
looks at herself, and her tattered clothes.  The poor shirt is torn to shreds in 
several places, and soaked from top to bottom with sweat.
"Sorry about the deposit."  She deadpans. 
Tina walks over to Tim, and stands before him, only inches away.  Tim looks 
forward, and realizes that from his sitting position, her short body blocks his 
entire field of view.  All he can see, is thick, hard wet muscle, bulging, and 
testing the limits of a transparent dress shirt.  
"Good lord, she's thick."  He thinks.  
He pans his head from side to side, and realizes just how thick she really is.  
Tina's body is so wide, that he has to pan his head as far as he can just to see 
something other than female muscle.  Striations, veins, bulges, and two very 
errect nipples are all he can see in on this orgy of deeply tanned, shredded 
beef.
"Like the view?"  Tina asks.  "Here's another lank mark"
Tina lifts up her skirt, and turns around.  Right in front of Tim's face, an 
inch away, is the most incredible ass Tim's ever seen.  
"Mmmmm"  Tina moans, and flexes her butt cheeks.  They tense up, and cut into 
ridiculously deep striations, shredding completely.  Her ass cheeks almost 
resemble tensed pecs, only they're infinitely tighter, and sexier.  Right down 
the center, a soaking strip of panty wedges into the crack of her ass, and 
disappears.  
"Touch it...."  Tina asks.  
Tim puts out his hands, and lightly rubs her wet, glistening skin.  The cuts are 
so deep, Tim can put two or three fingers in them.  Suddenly, Tina tenses a 
little tighter, and the cuts on her ass clinch his fingers.
"Hey!"  Tim says, surprised.
Tina laughs slightly, and smiles.  She closes her eyes and tenses her ass 
tighter, and the pressure on Tim's fingers increases.
"Ahhhg!!"  Tim screams as the vise-like power on his fingers crushes them.
Tina quickly lets go, and Tim pulls his pulverized fingers out.  All three are 
throbbing purple disasters.
"Tim, I'm sorry!  I didn't realize I'd tensed so hard..."  
"It's okay Teen." Tim says, rubbing his nearly broken fingers.
"Maybe this will take your mind off it."
Tina turns around, and holds her skirt raised.  Tim stares directly at her wet 
crotch.  
"Do you want to know just how developed I really am?  
Tim looks up at her face.  "Yes."
"I hope it doesn't scare you."   Tina says gently.
Tim stands mere inches from her wet, sweat slicked crotch.  The white panties 
are now transparent, and glued to her sex, even wedging into her a little.  A 
few large veins bulge from under the panties, and run down her legs.  
"Unnng..."  She moans, as she suddenly pulsates her hips.  She flexes her 
crotch, and grinds the muscles there.  Her entire crotch area flexes, and muscle 
bulge and ripple, even down here.  One last time, Tim can hardly believe what 
he's seeing. 
Veins begin to appear from under her skin, and bulge through her panties.  They 
run out from her crotch, up her abdomen or down her legs.  With each flex, more 
and more veins appear, and the existing ones grow fatter.  
After a few more hard, slow flexes, her crotch is so pumped, that the panties 
begin to strain from the pressure.  Tim swears her can hear stitches start to 
pop.  Huge, swollen veins, easily rivaling the ones on her biceps or neck, 
strain to escape the confines of her panties and run down her body in long 
runways.  Sweat trickles along her abs and follows the veins there, 
dissappearing into her g-string and collecting at her bulging crotch.  Beads of 
sweat drip off to the ground from there.   
"What do you think Tim?  Am I still a sex fantasy?"  Tina asks, running her 
fingers along her crotch. 


To be continued...