Brandi - Gym
By Neptune
Brandi clears out the gym

Brandi grunted softly as she forced out her last curl with the bar.  She 
racked the weight and toweled off her face.  She used the opportunity as 
she toweled off to glance around the gym at the people still in the gym at 
the late hour.

Brandi liked to work out late because there were less people around.  At 
the peak times, the gym would be so crowded that she could never get 
straight to the equipment she wanted.  Also, with lots of people around, 
she was forced to respond to all of the guys who would try to talk to her or 
impress her with their lifts.  When her ego needed stroking, she would go 
to the gym at peak hours and wait for the inevitable request from one of 
the biggest guys for her to spot him for a set with some weights he thought 
would impress her.  She would smile at the guy and cheerfully accept with 
an impressed look on her face.  Then, when the guy was done, she would 
ask him if he would be willing to spot her on the same exercise.  The 
answer was always yes, so she would quickly add 25 to 50 percent of the 
weight to the lift and squeeze out as many reps as the guy had done.  As 
she exhaled noisily on each rep, a good percentage of the people at the 
gym (who were always watching her heavily muscled physique anyway) 
would see the man shamed by her obviously superior strength.

Most times, however, she preferred the late shift for her lifting.  Only 
serious lifters were in the gym with her late at night, and most of them 
knew better than to bother her.  There was always an understood respect 
for the strongest person in the gym, and anyone at a station where Brandi 
was heading would immediately rack the weight and respectfully get out of 
the way before she got there.  Also, the extremely heavy weights she 
moved raised too much interest at peak hours.  

The other guys and girls in the gym that saw her spoke amongst 
themselves in wonder (out of her earshot, of course) both about the 
incredible weights she lifted and the amazing rate her strength progressed 
over time.  They would secretly study and mimic her workout routine (with 
much lighter weights, of course) in the hopes of achieving the size and 
strength gains Brandi enjoyed.  The results of this strategy were always 
positive, but never to the extent that Brandi enjoyed.  Of course, none of 
the others at they gym were using the drug from the university lab like 
Brandi was in her sports drink. 
 
As Brandi finished toweling off, she reached for her bottle and sipped 
some of the incredible elixir.  She immediately felt the familiar warming of 
her entire body and the stretching of her skin as her already engorged 
muscles expanded slightly further.  She stretched out her arms and then 
slowly flexed her biceps in front of her, coaxing even more blood into her 
massive peaks.  She continued to stretch and flex her arms in front of her, 
forcing her biceps to grow slightly larger and more peaked with each rep.  
For the last rep, she held her biceps flexed in front of her as she stared at 
them, willing them to grow even larger.  She maintained the flex and 
gritted her teeth as the sweat started to flow from her brow due to the 
strain.  Finally, when her arms started to shake noticeably from the 
incredible flex she had maintained for almost a minute, she released her 
flex and exhaled softly. 

Brandi reached for the towel again and looked back at the weights.  She 
frowned as she realized that the heavy bench press bar she had been 
curling was completely filled up with 45 lb plates.  There was simply no 
room on the bar for any more weight, and she still had two sets to go 
before she considered her workout complete.  She surveyed the gym 
looking for heavier plates, but the 45s were the heaviest she could see.  
She looked at her water bottle and dismayed at the notion that her elixir 
had made her gym obsolete.

Her dismay quickly turned to anger at the gym's lack of resources.  She 
knew that she had signed a contract and paid for a year's membership, 
and now she had surpassed the gym's ability to provide her with a good 
workout.  She sat on the bench and stewed about the gym's lack of 
adequate weights and its growing inability to provide her with the 
resources to further increase her already incredible strength.  She thought 
about the money she would have to spend to join another gym or purchase 
equipment for herself.  She had developed a dependence on the narcotic 
effect of watching her muscles grow and perform greater and greater feats 
of strength, and the thought of losing that pump made her very angry.

She was interrupted from her reverie by the sound of weights being 
removed from the bar behind her.  She whirled around to see the one 
remaining gym staff member removing the 45 pound plates from the bar 
she was using.  What the hell are you doing, she angrily yelled at the 
young man as she involuntarily tensed her body.

The floor attendant was taken aback by the muscles that grew from 
impressive to unbelievable on the woman's body, but he was used to her 
incredible strength and more than a little bit jealous.  Closing time, he 
replied in a smarmy tone, you have to leave now.

As the man's attitude hit Brandi and she watched the jerk remove the last 
of the plates before she had finished her work with the bar, a wave of pure 
rage came over her.  She felt the same delicious bloodlust rush through 
her body that she had last experienced in the laboratory those months 
ago.  She felt her muscles growing and tightening, and her skin struggling 
to contain them.  She could somehow feel her strength increasing as she 
felt her moral restraints melting away.  She stood and let out a guttural 
animal roar of rage and power, and flexed every muscle in her growing 
physique to the maximum. 

All five of the people in the gym stopped in their various locations, and 
looked back at the woman.  The floor attendant close to Brandi actually 
took a few steps back in fear of the muscular juggernaut that was before 
him.  He stared open-mouthed at the apparent transformation of the super-
woman into a wild beast, still holding the last plate in front of him.

Brandi took two steps toward the attendant and grabbed the plate from his 
hands.  She smiled at him like a large cat smiles at its prey and offered, 
Let me help you with that.  Without breaking eye contact with the smarmy 
attendant, she raised the plate in front of her with her hands on both sides 
and exhaled softly.  As she exhaled, she slowly pulled inward on both 
sides of the steel weight plate.  Her fingers dented the steel as she applied 
tremendous inward pressure to the edges of the disc, and the muscles in 
her body swelled ferociously with the effort.  She lowered the disc slightly 
and hunched forward with the effort, bringing her body into a makeshift 
most-muscular pose as she continued to strain against the plate.  Finally, 
with a loud grunt, she applied one last burst of power with her arms and 
the plate folded neatly almost in half.  

When the metal screamed as it bent nearly in half in Brandi's arms, the 
attendant took another couple of steps backwards.  His flight instinct, 
however, was shocked into paralysis as the rest of the people in the gym 
were by her display of raw super power.  His brain was unable to process 
the feat of strength he had just witnessed quickly enough to realize the 
danger he was in.  

Brandi looked up from the steel trophy in her hands and smiled at him 
once again.  You want this, she asked, here you go.  With that, she 
launched the disc like a frisbee into the stunned attendant's midsection.  
The ruined steel  plate now had two sharp corners where the metal had 
been folded, and was moving at high velocity due to the power of Brandi's 
toss from such close range.  The combination was immediately fatal to the 
attendant, who didn't know what hit him as the spinning disc tore up his 
abdominal area and all of the vital organs around it.  The last sound from 
his smarmy mouth was a gurgling sound as the explosion of his organs 
flooded blood forth from his throat.

While the other four people in the gym had been frozen by Brandi's 
original strength display, they were now energized into action by the 
terrible death of the attendant.  Two men made for the door as fast as they 
could, but they had started from all the way across the gym.  There were 
also two other bodybuilders, one man and one woman at opposite ends of 
the weight area, that stood rooted to their spots.

Brandi reached for the bar she had been using and hefted it easily.  She 
grasped the bar at one end and smiled predatorily at the fleeing men.  
Then she reared her arm back and launched the bar like a baton at the 
two men with their backs to her in headlong flight.  The bar flew fast and 
straight, rotating like a helicopter blade until it impacted the two men.  
They were struck and sliced open in the spinal region by the spinning bar, 
killing them instantly.  The two broken men ended up in a heap in the 
middle of the gym.

Brandi watched her weapon strike the targets and smiled.  She was 
startled to feel two strong arms encircle her body from behind underneath 
her arms, and she felt herself lifted off of the ground.  The giant male 
bodybuilder she had lost track of had gotten behind her and was 
attempting to incapacitate her with a bear hug.  The man grabbed his other 
wrist in front of her chest and squeezed with all of his might to crush the 
woman into unconsciousness, his huge arms from years of training flexing 
into sharp detail.  He was amazed at the hardness of the woman he was 
holding, as he could barely make an impression on her muscular breasts 
even though he was squeezing with all of his might.  He continued to hold 
her off the ground and squeeze while he called out to the woman 
bodybuilder across the gym to get away while she could.  Inexplicably, the 
woman sat rooted in place on the bench she had been using, crazily 
stroking her womanhood as she watched Brandi's display.

Brandi looked down at the man's massive forearms and was impressed to 
see that they were even larger than her own.  However, she knew that 
they were nowhere near as strong as she reached for them.  She grabbed 
the man's left arm with her right hand and vice versa.  Then, with a loud 
grunt, she quickly flexed her back to its full massive girth and pulled her 
arms from in front of her to straight out to her sides.  Of course, the 
bodybuilder's arms that she was holding could not reach that far, and tore 
off cleanly at the shoulders.  Brandi was left holding the two massive arms 
as the bodybuilder collapsed to the floor, with blood spurting from his two 
shoulder regions.  Brandi looked down at the bodybuilder writhing on the 
floor as blood flowed from his body and decided that he was probably 
terminal.  She dropped the man's arms on top of his wriggling body and 
looked over for the woman still alive.

Brandi was surprised to find her prey right next to her as she turned.  The 
lesbian bodybuilder had been overcome with desire as she watched 
Brandi's displays of super-human strength, and had been compelled to 
come over and worship Brandi's muscles.  Brandi stood in place 
momentarily as the shorter woman stroked and kissed Brandi's engorged 
arm muscles.  Brandi could see that the woman was pleasuring herself 
with one hand while she stroked Brandi's massive muscles with the other.  
Brandi's bloodlust continued, however, and she slowly raised her left arm 
into a flex right in front of the bodybuilder's face.

The woman immediately stepped around so she could see the inside of 
Brandi's muscle.  She stood on her tiptoes and moved her head into the 
crook of Brandi's elbow so she could kiss the top of Brandi's amazing 
muscle.  As the woman moved toward her muscle, Brandi moved her arm 
down and forward to bring her arm underneath the woman's chin.  Then 
she tightened her muscle and brought her wrist further down toward her 
muscle, locking the woman's head in place between her bicep and 
forearm.  

Then, in an amazing display of strength, Brandi straightened up to her full 
height while maintaining her hold on the bodybuilder.  The bodybuilder's 
feet left the floor, as her entire body weight was supported by Brandi's left 
arm.  The woman dangled helplessly and gurgled as her oxygen was cut 
off by Brandi's arm.  Brandi then smiled at the back of the woman's head 
and flexed her massive bicep to its maximum, bringing the terrible strength 
of her arm to bear against the bodybuilder's skull.  As Brandi pulled her 
forearm toward her bicep and turned her wrist to maximize the flex, the 
bodybuilder's head was caught between two irresistible forces.  Brandi 
combined the forces of her massive forearm moving inexorably down 
against the top of the bodybuilder's head with the hard-as-steel jagged 
peak of her bicep pressing up into the bodybuilder's throat.  The 
bodybuilder's neck quickly capitulated to the strain, and her head lolled 
impossibly to the side as her neck shattered with a loud crack.

Brandi dropped her last victim to the ground and scanned the room for 
more prey.  Realizing that she had killed everyone there, the wild animal in 
the guise of a muscular woman smiled and walked out of the gym.  As she 
hopped in her car to leave the scene of the carnage, she was filled with 
satisfaction as her bloodlust was sated.  She was also blissfully 
unconcerned with any potential ramifications with the law she might have 
to deal with due to the murders.  As she drove home, Brandi was locked in 
a euphoric state as she remembered the look and feel of her amazing 
muscles as she killed all those around her.  She felt her breath catch as 
she attempted to contemplate the possibilities of her next massacre, when 
she would likely be even stronger.