TREAT?...OR TRICK? II
By Ketch



NOTE: This story is an (unauthorized) continuation of the story 
"TREAT?...OR TRICK? by Moxie.  I suggest reading his story first at 
http://www.TheValkyrie.com/stories/starla/trick.txt and then reading 
this one.  For those of you that have seen the movie "Groundhog Day" or 
the X-Files episode "Monday" you will recognize the premise. 

I woke up in my own bed to the sound of the clock radio going off.  As I 
came to my senses I heard the DJ saying "Should be a nice warm night for 
all you Trick or Treaters".  He then played the "Monster Mash".  I had 
this sense of Deja-Vu ... like I had heard the same thing yesterday on 
the radio. 

I was trying to clear my head.  The last thing I remember seemed like a 
dream.  My co-worker Lauren had turned into an Amazon goddess ... then 
turned against me!  I remember she was bending the frame of my Mercedes 
in half.  I got up and walked to the window and my car was just sitting 
in the driveway without a scratch.  I walked outside and got the 
newspaper from the doorstep and noticed that the date, headlines and 
stories were all one that I already read.  I came to the realization 
that I was reliving the best and worst day of my life. 

I immediately thought of the possibilities!  I could manipulate the 
events of the day so that I could have Lauren to myself without having 
her destroy my car and me!  As I showered and got dressed I came up with 
a plan. 

I called in sick to work and got in my car.  I knew where Lauren's 
apartment was because I drove her home once after a work function.  As I 
drove there I started to get really excited when I thought back on how 
Lauren's body grew from normal size to Amazon proportions.  I couldn't 
believe that I was being given another chance to experience the 
situation.  I figured I would throw Lauren completely off by showing up 
at her apartment.  She probably had not even logged on to send me the e-
mail yet inviting me to Gold's Gym. 

I parked the car and walked up to her door.  I knocked three times and 
waited.  I heard a sweet female voice in the distance saying "Just a 
minute...coming".  I started to sweat and shake when I again thought 
about the events of yesterday. 

Just then the door sprang open.  Lauren's face went to total shock as 
soon as she saw me.  "What are YOU doing here!?"  I knew I had caught 
her off guard by her tone of voice and expression.  Lauren's hair was 
pulled back into a pony tail and she did not have any make-up on.  She 
was wearing a pair of loose fitting sweats and a sweatshirt.  I knew how 
big of a crush she had on me (but she did not know I knew) so I realized 
what power that gave me. 

I replied "Lauren, I haven't seen you at work in a while.  I wanted to 
make sure you were OK" 

She nervously stammered a reply "I was just taking off some personal 
time...to work on a project..."  I could tell she was carefully choosing 
her words and furiously thinking of how she should alter her plan 
because of this unexpected visit. 

I quickly got to the point of my visit - before she could scheme up a 
plan.  I gently placed her hand in mine and made my face turn red so it 
looked like I was being very shy.  "Lauren ... I am very nervous asking 
you this ... but I have this lunch conference this afternoon I have to 
go to ... to make a long story short they think I have a serious 
girlfriend.  Would you possibly consider going with me as my date?  I 
will understand it if you are too busy or just don't want to spend any 
time with me ... "  I shyly looked down at the ground. 

Lauren was clearly still thrown off.  "Um ... well ..." she was thinking 
about what to do. 

I chimed in with a look of disappointment on my face "That's OK ... you 
don't have to go with me ... " And turned around and started heading for 
my car.  I was about half way there when Lauren shouted "Wait!  Come 
back.   Look, I'm sorry for being sort of out of it.  I just have 
something on my mind right now." 

A smile came back to my face "So you will go with me?"  Lauren smiled 
and said "Of course" 

I was beaming both inside and out.  My plan was going perfectly so far.  
I gave Lauren a real tight hug and said "Thank You".  As I hugged her I 
continued to get more and more excited as I thought of her growing into 
a hugely muscled amazon.  Sharon hugged me back with a look on her face 
of happiness - like she was finally getting me. 

I broke the hug and said "I will pick you up at 11:45".  Lauren replied 
"What should I wear?" 

This was the question I was waiting for!  Every time I fantasized about 
Lauren she was always wearing this red suit with a short tight red 
skirt, a white sleeveless opaque blouse (which she would wear a red 
jacket over) and red high heels.  The best part of the outfit - I was 
pretty sure that she wore a white garter belt and stockings with it 
instead of pantyhose (at one staff meeting when she wore the outfit and 
shifted in her chair and her skirt rode up pretty high on her thigh I 
was pretty sure I saw the top of the stocking.  When she saw me 
straining to look she blushed and gave me a sexy smile before pulling 
her skirt back down). 

I said "It is a pretty dressy luncheon.  You probably need to wear a 
suit."  Then I paused and thought carefully about my next sentence, 
blushing in the process. 

"What are you blushing about?" Sharon said with a warm smile. 

"Feel free to slap me across the face ... but I sure would love it if 
you would wear that red suit you wore at the last staff meeting" as I 
finished so did my face finish turning bright red. 

Lauren paused like she was considering it, and then smiled and said "I 
can't believe you remember my outfits!  I am so impressed!"  She said 
flirtatiously. 

"So is that a yes on the red suit?" I asked. 

"That is a yes!" she replied. 

I turned to go thinking how well things had gone so far.  As I walked to 
the car I said "See you in a bit!".  She turned to go back in the house.  
As I drove away I realized how much stuff I had to do between now and 
11:45.  I quickly drove to the store and bought some items I would need 
for my plan and then hurried home to shower, shave and get dressed up. 

As I pulled into her complex I called on my cell phone to let her know I 
was arriving.  She said she would be right out.  I watched intently as 
she appeared and started walking to the car.  Sure enough she wore the 
red suit and looked absolutely amazing - even better than I remembered.  
It was clear that the retro virus was starting to have an effect on her 
physique.  Her calves were nicely flared out from wearing the red high 
heels, and her thighs and ass were straining against the material of the 
skirt.  I was hoping that as she walked down the steps of the porch that 
they skirt would ride up enough to reveal the tops of her stockings - 
but I was disappointed when this didn't happen. 

She got into the passenger side of the car and gave me a warm "Hello ... 
do I look OK?" I thought about how she had bent my car in half - and now 
she was sitting next to me all sweet and innocent.  I blushed and 
replied "You look amazing - that is an awesome suit".  As we drove to 
our destination I subtly looked over at her legs again and again.  She 
had them crossed and her calves and thighs still looked incredible.  Her 
skirt was riding up pretty high - but I still couldn't tell if she was 
wearing pantyhose or stockings. 

As we were nearing our destination she inquired "So where is this 
luncheon?".  I replied "It's a surprise!". 

We pulled into a remote part of a county park and I turned off the car.  
She said "The luncheon is out HERE?"   I said "Come here - I want to 
show you something" and walked around to the trunk of the car.  She 
followed me back and I opened it with my key.  In the trunk was a picnic 
basket filled with food and wine, and a large blanket. 

I turned to Lauren and said "Lauren please don't get mad ... I sort of 
lied to you.  There is no luncheon.  I have really liked you for a long 
time but was really shy and afraid you would not come here with me.  So 
I made up the story about the luncheon to get you out here.  If you are 
mad and want to go home I will be disappointed but will understand."  
All during the speech I already knew what her answer would be - but 
wanted to play the coy one so that I did not lead her on to my 
advantage.  I also wanted to ensure she didn't turn on me after her 
transformation. 

Lauren smiled and looked down at the ground "Wow!  You are absolutely 
amazing ... I can't believe you planned this all out.  I have been 
interested in you for so long - but I really didn't know you felt the 
same way.  This is all so surprising!" 

I smiled and said "So does this mean you will be my picnic date?" 

She turned and quickly grabbed the blanket and said "So where are we 
setting up?" 

I grabbed the basket and said "Back there behind the tree." 

We proceeded to eat lunch.  I kept looking over at her sitting on the 
blanket.  She looked amazing - and my imagination kept morphing her into 
her amazon alter ego.  I put the empty plates away and slid up next to 
her and took her hand.  Her fingernails were long and painted glossy red 
- to match her suit. 

She turned to me and said "I am just so overwhelmed by all this ... I 
never expected it.  I just always thought ... " she broke off her 
sentence. 

I looked into her beautiful eyes and said "You just always thought 
what?" 

"Never mind" she replied. 

"No really - what?  Please share ... we have been so open with each 
other today." I said. 

"Well there was this one time I saw a copy of Women's Physique World in 
your car.  I sort of assumed that you only liked women with big muscles"  
She said this with a hint of frustration and disappointment (unbeknownst 
to her I knew exactly why). 

I blushed again and said "I didn't realize you had seen that.  I suppose 
that is partially true.  I have always dreamed of being with a very 
muscular woman ..." 

"So why are you interested in me?" She said catching me off guard.  I 
didn't have a ready answer - but tried to think of one quickly. "Well - 
you are just an incredible person.  You are so smart, so nice to 

everybody, and so amazing looking ... " I knew that women ate that stuff 
up ... 

"You think I am amazing looking even without muscles?" she asked. 

"Lauren you ARE amazing looking ... with or without muscles" I said. 

"So how do you think I would look with muscles?" she asked. 

"I am sure you would look absolutely incredible.  But it is a lot of 
work - so I would never expect you to go though all that!" I said  "The 
interesting thing though is that in the near future women may not have 
to go through months of training to have incredible muscles." 

I knew the last sentence would provoke a reaction from her.  "You have 
heard about technology to create muscles on woman?" she slowly asked. 

"Sure - I heard about this web site called amazonpharm.com that has this 
retro-virus that rewrites DNA.  Ever since seeing the site I have been 
dreaming about what it would be like to be with somebody who slowly 
develops into an amazon." 

She paused for a few seconds with a shocked look on here face.  "This is 
TOO freaky!  You will never believe this ... actually please don't think 
I am weird and leave me.  I have been wanting you for so long that I 
have already been taking the retro-virus and tonight I was going to 
transform for  you before your eyes." She said. 

"What do you mean ... you were going to transform for me tonight?" I 
asked playing dumb. 

She replied "I have been taking the treatment for a while and today is 
the day I am ready for transformation.  I was going to send you an 
anonymous e-mail so you would come to Gold's Gym where I was going put 
1,600 pounds of weight on a bar to stimulate my transformation." 

"1,600 pounds!  Holy Shit!  That would make you huge!" I replied.  I 
decided that one reason Lauren got so intoxicated with her strength was 
that she got it all at once.  I figured that a slower transformation 
would allow her to get used to being stronger and might prevent her from 
using her strength to destroy me. "Lauren - I obviously think you would 
be amazing as a super huge amazon that could life 1,600 pounds ... but 
instead couldn't we go slower ... like first you would get a physique 
like an athlete, then a fitness model, then as a lightweight, 
mediumweight, then heavyweight bodybuilder?" 

"I never considered that.  I suppose I could start out with less weights 
so that I slowly transform for you"  The 'for you' part really excited 
me - she was doing this all for me! 

"Oh Lauren - I can't believe all my dreams and fantasies are being 
fulfilled!"  I said "I have wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you in 
that red suit." 

Lauren didn't say anything but just leaned into me and we started making 
out.  I slowly leaned her back onto the blanket and started caressing 
her side.  After a while I started moving my hands toward her blouse.  I 
quietly asked "Can I undo your blouse." She gasped in reply "Yes. 
Anything you want."  I slowly unbuttoned each button.  Her heaving 
breasts looked like they were going to burst from her white lace bra.  I 
started massaging and kissing her breasts through the bra - dreaming 
about how her chest would grow and expand when she started transforming. 
I unclasped her bra from the front and her breasts sprang free.  I 
kissed her all over her breasts and chest, then started slowly feeling 
her high heel shoe and foot.  "I just love your shoes".  After hearing 
that she starting arching her foot and dangling her high heel from her 
foot.  

I moved my hand from her foot to her white nylon encased calve.  It felt 
very firm but was not yet super muscular.  As she arched her foot her 
calf would change shape.  I continued up to her thigh and reached the 
hem of her skirt.  She started to softly moan as I began to push up her 
skirt in a very slow manner.  Gradually her skirt rose higher and 
higher.  I wanted the moment to last, but got more and more excited at 
the prospect of reaching the top of her stocking and the garter belt.  
Finally the skirt reached near the top of the thigh.  I took a little 
breath and pushed a little farther.  I was elated to reach the top of 
her stocking and reveal the garter belt - she had not worn pantyhose - 
but wore a garter belt and stockings.  She sensed my elation and said "I 
wore stockings because I was hoping this would happen - I wanted to give 
you better access" 

"Oh Lauren" I moaned.  I pushed her skirt up the rest of the way and 
revealed her lacey white thong panties.  I now placed my body between 
her legs and started rubbing myself up and down against her panties.  
She stretched back her legs and wrapped them around my middle.  I could 
feel the spike of her red high heels start to dig into my sides and 
back. 

I decided it was time to enter her and undid my zipper and pulled out my 
dick.  She moaned as I pushed aside her panties and started rubbing it 
against her pussy.  She moaned "Don't you want to wait until I am large 
and muscular?"  I continued to rub and replied "I want to experience 
making love to you both with and without muscles."   I rubbed some more 
and she really started moaning.  "Can I enter you?".  She moaned in 
reply "Yes .... please". 

I slowly worked my shaft into her warm tight hole.  I pushed my self all 
the way in and she let out a huge "Oh YES!".  I started ramming my self 
in and out of her.  As I went to work I surveyed the scene.  Lauren had 
her heels and stockings wrapped tightly around my waist.  Her red skirt 
was still on but was pushed above her hips around her waist.  Her thong 
panties were also still on but the crotch was pushed aside to make room 
for my rod.  Her blouse was partially on around her shoulders but was 
completely unbuttoned and partially untucked from her skirt.  Her bra 
was unclasped in the front and hanging beside her large firm breasts.  
Her long red fingernails were digging into my back. 

Just as I was about to cum we heard the noise of some people approaching 
our secluded part of the park.  I quickly pulled out and zipped my 
pants.  Lauren pulled her skirt down below the tops of her stockings and 
quickly clasped her bra and started to button her blouse.  By the time 
the people got close enough to see us, I looked completely composed and 
Lauren had only a few buttons undone on her blouse (and it was still 
partially untucked from her tight red skirt).   I turned to Lauren and 
said "Lets go back to my place."  She nodded and we started to gather up 
our picnic stuff and bring it back to the car. 

We started driving away from the park and she said "I feel bad you 
didn't get to finish ... "  I replied "That's OK.  I just couldn't help 
thinking how incredible it was going to be to experience your body 
morphing into a muscular amazon." 

Lauren smiled real wide.  "I have been dreaming of this too.  I want to 
get started now, but the weight equipment I need to stimulate my 
transformation is at Gold Gym ... which doesn't close until later 
tonight". 

"That is OK.  I actually have some weight equipment at my house that you 
can use." I said "I don't think I have 1,600 pounds ... but if it is OK 
with you I would rather start slow." 

"I can try to change how ever fast or slow you want me to ... although I 
was originally planning to do it all at once.  Either way, I need to get 
a change of clothes from my house."  she said. 

"That's fine.  Lets drive there first."  I knew she was referring to the 
robe and the hunter green bikini.  I couldn't believe that I was about 
to watch her transform. 

We pulled into her apartment complex and I followed her into her 
apartment.  She put down her purse and said she will just be a minute.  
She went into her bedroom and closed the door.  I started to browse the 
pictures she had up in her living room.  On one wall hung a picture of 
her as a cheerleader in high school.  She looked amazing.  She had on a 
short white and red pleated cheerleader skirt which barely covered the 
tops of her thighs, a tight white sweater with a big "SHS" emblazoned 
across it, her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and she was in one 
of those sexy poses where she was sitting on the grass with one leg 
straight out on front of her and the other bent at the knee.  I 
envisioned Lauren as a Cheerleader bursting out of her uniform with her 
amazon muscle growth. 

"I hope you like this.... " I heard Lauren say.  She was wearing a robe.  
I felt like superman with x-ray vision because I already knew what was 
underneath.  Without a word she dropped the robe to reveal (once again) 
the hunter green bikini.  

"God Lauren, you look incredible" I said as I rushed over her to embrace 
her in a kiss.  I started running my hands all over her firm ass.  She 
returned the affection by squeezing me and holding me tight.  "I was 
just admiring the picture of you as a High School cheerleader.  You 
looked great in that uniform.  I was dreaming what it would be like to 
watch you flex out of your cheerleader uniform.  Too bad they make you 

give those things back when you graduate." 

Lauren smiled "Actually I got to keep the uniform ... they were changing 
styles at the end of my senior year, so they let all the girls keep 
them.  I am not sure if I remember where I put it though ... " 

I said excitedly "Gosh Lauren ... if you can remember where it is I 
would LOVE to see you in it." 

"OK" she replied "We can look in some boxes in the back of my closet ... 
but I don't know if it even still fits me!" 

I smiled and said "Even better!" 

She smiled back and gave me a flirtatious hit on the side.  We went to 
her bedroom and opened a few boxes.  At the bottom of one she pulled out 
the white sweater and the short red and white pleated skirt.  Also in 
the box were the red bottoms (like swimsuit bottoms - but worn under the 
skirt) a white pair of cheerleader socks, white Nike cheerleader shoes, 
a pair of cheerleader gloves and two red and white pompoms. 

I said "Well ... try it on!!"  She pulled the short pleated skirt up 
over her legs and over the hunter green bikini bottoms to her waist. 

She said "Will you help me zip it up?"  I eagerly proceeded to zip it 
and button it at the top.  "Wow!  I thought my waist was too big now to 
fit into this.  I guess the retro virus is already starting to firm me 
up!"  She then put on the sweater over the hunter green bikini top - 
which fit except that it was obvious that her breasts were larger than 
they were in High School as the sweater was already straining to contain 
them.  She then put on the red bottoms over the hunter green bikini 
bottom.  Next she put on the socks and shoes then the gloves.  The 
finally picked up the pompoms.  She looked even more amazing than in the 
picture. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and she flirtatiously came over and plopped 
down on my lap.  "Well it looks like you have scored yourself a 
cheerleader."  With that said she started kissing me.  We fell back onto 
the bed and I started caressing her legs and running my hands up under 
the short cheerleader skirt. 

I broke the kiss and said "How about we head back to my place." 

She said "I feel weird about going outside dressed like this." 

I said "No one will see you ... we will go straight to my place and pull 
into the garage." 

"OK" she replied.  We ran to my car and started driving to my place.  
Lauren was looking over herself in the cheerleader uniform and it seemed 
that it was bringing back some memories in high school. 

We pulled into my garage we went downstairs to where I had some weight 
equipment set up (some of it I had just bought this morning - I wanted 
to have Lauren transform in the privacy of my basement). 

I also had purchased a video recorder and tripod that morning.  "Is it 
OK if we capture your transformation on videotape?" I asked. 

"Boy ... you are prepared for everything!"  She replied.  "Fine as long 
as you don't start selling copies of the tape over the Internet!" (sorry 
guys) 

I set up the tripod in the corner of the room and pressed the record 
button.  In my basement there was a variety of free weights and Nautilus 
equipment.  She sat down on the bench and said "What should I start 
with?" 

I said "Lets start with your arms.  But I want to feel your arms 
transform.  I also want to stop before just before your biceps rip 
through your cheerleader sweater." 

I placed my hand around her arm and said "Before you start lifting I 
want to feel your bicep".  She complied and slowly flexed her arm.  A 
smallish bicep pushed against my hand through the cheerleader sweater. 

"OK, lets start."  With that she laid down on the bench.  I put the pin 
on 30 for starters.  She placed her gloved hands on the bar of the 
bench.  I looked at how awesome she looked dressed in her Cheerleader 
uniform, laying on the bench, with her short pleated skirt, with each 
her white tennis shoe encased foot touching the ground on either side of 
the bench.  She didn't strain much as she did the 30 pounds for 10 reps. 

"You aren't challenging me!  I could do THAT without the retro virus".  
I felt her biceps as she flexed them and I could not tell any 
difference. 

"OK.  Lets double that to 60."  I moved the pin and she slowly starting 
lifting the increased weight.  This time there was some struggle on her 
part as she repeated the reps.  After she was finished I felt her flexed 
bicep again and there was some difference.  Her bicep was firmer and 
bigger.  It still was not sticking much out of the sweater.  "Oh Lauren" 
I moaned "I can feel you starting to get stronger." 

"I know.  I feel a little stronger" as she started to feel her own 
bicep.  "Lets do 150." 


I was worried about getting to fast ... but I realized there was a big 
difference between 150 and 1,600 pounds.  "OK" I said as I moved the pin 
further down.  She laid back down and put her gloved hands back on the 
bar.  She started pushing didn't move the bar for a second.  She 
increased her effort and had a look of strain on her face.  I looked at 
her biceps enclosed in her cheerleader sweater and started to see the 
fabric expand outward.  "Oh god Lauren ... I can see your biceps growing 
right before my eyes!"  The bar started to move and her biceps continued 
to grow.  As she finished the tenth rep, her biceps were now very 
obvious through the sleeves of the sweater.  I rushed over and started 
feeling her arms. "Oh Lauren ... they are even big when you have them 
unflexed."  She slowly started flexing her arms and the bicep really 
started expanding against my grip and against the fabric of the 
cheerleader sweater.  The flexed bicep completely filled the fabric and 
started straining against it. 

"Move the pin to 200" she commanded.  I was starting to a little worried 
but complied.  She laid back down and pushed out 20 reps.  When she 
flexed the fabric of the cheerleader sweater started to unravel a little 
along the seams. 

"Oh Lauren ... you biceps are so big ... they are starting to tear out 
of your sweater" I said.  I continued to caress them and kiss them.  I 
could even feel the outline of a few veins through the fabric of the 
sweater. 

"My arms feel so strong" Lauren said as she flexed and felt her muscles 
straining through the sweater.  "Lets try for the whole stack." she 
said. 

I felt like Lauren was starting to get intoxicated with her strength.  I 
knew how dangerous that could be for me.  I went over to her and started 
making out with her.  As I kissed her I ran my hands over her arms again 
and again.  I said "Oh Lauren ... you are so beautiful and strong ... 
and your biceps look amazing straining through your cheerleader sweater.  
Can we start working out a few other areas before you destroy your 
uniform by ripping through it with your flexed biceps?" 

Lauren smiled and gave me a big hug.  She seemed to lose her 
intoxication and said "Sure.  I want to fulfill your fantasy.  What area 
should I become strong in now?" 

I stepped away and lifted up her sweater above the short pleated 
cheerleader skirt and exposed her tummy.  I felt her flat soft stomach.  
I could not feel any abdominal muscles there yet.  She said "Ah ... my 
abs."  She laid down on the mat and I handed her a 50 pound plate which 
she grasped to her chest.  With the bottom of the sweater pushed up to 
just below the bottom of her bikini top she slowly started doing sit-ups 
while holding onto the weight.  She did 50 sit-ups and I started to see 
some difference in her abs.  She set down the weight and I caressed them 
as she flexed.  While she flexed I felt her stomach grow a lot firmer.  
There still wasn't much definition (no six-pack).  I figured we might as 
well go all out on the abs since I don't recall anybody ever attacking 
anybody with a set of abs (although I would no longer be able to punch 
her in the stomach to knock out her wind if I had to in self defense).  
I grabbed four 100 pound plates and placed them on top of her one at a 
time.  She had to stretch her arms around to grab that many plates and 
she had a little trouble breathing with all that weight on her chest.  I 
grabbed her tennis shoes and held them to the ground. 

I said "OK ... try doing a sit up".  The look of strain really came over 
her face.  Her biceps strained against the sweater as she held the 
plates.  She still did not move yet, but her stomach was really starting 
to tighten.  I put my free hand against her stomach and felt the muscles 
tighten and start to grow.  Slowly 

her chest started rising up from the mat and she slowly came into the 
sitting position.  The look of strain was still on her face.  "Oh Lauren 
... I can see your stomach transforming into a six pack of abs."  As she 
slowly laid back down with the weight I could see that her abs were now 
clearly visible.  The second time she completed the sit-up she did so 
with much less strain on her face.  Her abs were now really starting to 
stick out on her stomach.  Each time she laid back down I kissed and 
caressed her abs.  They kept growing and getting more and more cut.  She 
finished her 50th sit-up and I took the weight and set it on the floor.  
I looked down at her and she had the most amazing set of abs I have ever 
seen in my life.  The were hard and defined whether she had them flexed 
or unflexed.  I had her keep flexing them over and over so I could feel 
them tighten each time.  I was completely intoxicated.  "If you choke on 
food and I have to give you the Heimlich maneuver ... you may be out of 
luck!  I don't think I could dent your abs at all!"  I pulled the 
sweater back down to the top of her cheerleader skirt.  Her abs were 
apparent even through the sweater. 

"I am just getting so turned on watching you get so enthralled with my 
growing muscles" she said as she flexed her arms and abs for me.  Her 
legs were still relatively normal size, so I thought we would work on 
that next.  

She stood up and I again handed her the four 100 pound plates.  "I want 
you to work on your calves next.  Hold the plates against your chest and 
slowly flex your calves so that you stand on your toes."  I backed away 
and watched.  Her back was turned to me.  She looked amazing from 
behind.  Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, her sweater clung to 
her torso and I could see her arm muscles from the back.  Her ass looked 
great even under the white and red pleated cheerleader skirt.  Her 
thighs and calves had good tone to them even though they were not yet 
muscular.  She slowly started to stand on her toes.  As she did I saw 
her calve start to expand.  I dropped to my knees so I could feel her 
calves grow and expand.  They felt amazing as they slowly increased in 
size and hardness.  I could actually feel a vein start to push to the 
surface.   Again and again she slowly rose up to her toes and then lower 
herself so her feet were flat.  After 50 reps I took the plates from her 
and put them on the ground.  

"Oh Lauren ... your calves are so big and strong" I said as dropped to 
my knees and kissed and caressed them.  The calf muscles started out 
small and petite at the very bottom but rapidly exploded into a large 
ball of cut muscle at the top.  As she shifted position and stood on her 
toes her calves became even larger.  The muscles danced around with 
every movement. 

The final part I wanted to work on was her thighs.  Lauren lay down on 
the weight bench.  I put the pin in at 200 and she slowly started 
lifting the weight with her legs.  I knelt down and put my head and 
hands against her thighs.  I could feel them expand and get harder with 
each lift.  I added some more weight and continued.  After watching her 
thighs expand more I couldn't take it any more. 

"Lauren, I have to fuck you now!"   with that said she smiled and 
flipped over on her back.  I slowly reached up into her skirt and 
started to slide off her hunter green bikini bottoms.  It was hard to 
slide off since her thighs were not so large.  I spread her legs apart 
and thrust my member in.  She was so tight I couldn't believe it!  She 
started to moan as I thrust deeper and faster.  As she lay under me she 
skill had all of her cheerleader uniform on.  I slid her sweater up 
above her abs and bikini top so that I could watch her six pack twitch 
and flex as I rammed her with my rod.  She wrapped her strong thick legs 
around my middle and crossed her ankles just above the cheerleader 
shoes.  


TO BE CONTINUED ..... 

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