Kelly Trains
The Captain 
A Young Woman Starts Training

Kelly weighed only 101 pounds, which was nothing for a girl who 
was 5-7. Her cross country days had left her body incredibly lean and 
lanky. Her arms were light and her legs were stick-like. She had one 
advantage, though, she had very little fat on her body. Her abs were 
naturally apparent-if you looked carefully you could see lines were 
the muscles folded. At twenty seven she had the body of a barely 
developed 16 year old. Her breasts were smallish but prominent and 
because of her low-fat level were perky. They had always been 
incredibly sensitive and she pinched and caressed them whenever 
she masturbated. The bodies of her few friends had softened as they 
had children and dull lives, but Kelly was alone and had none of those 
life forces had done anything to change her physical makeup. 

It seemed liked nothing she could do increased her weight. She had 
tried weight gain powder, but hated the taste. Even her birth control 
pills which made her friends balloon, left her stuck at 100 lbs. 

That night she walked around the small house she rented in her 
Garfield night shirt. She felt alone and weak. There were no men in 
her life, and that suited her just fine. But she hated feeling weak. As 
she walked by the hall mirror and looked, she was alarmed at her 
figure. "I need to do something, but what do I do?." The house still 
had boxes spread around, the move was not complete. She went down 
the steps to the basement where she had a second hand couch and 
television. Behind the sofa sitting on the concrete floor of the 
basement were the remains of a home gym. The previous owner had 
left all of it behind. There was a solid adjustable bench with several 
hundred pounds of plates, a squat rack and a mulit-purpose lat-
pulldown with several handles. There was also a sit up board and 
several pairs of dumbbells ranging from 10 pounds all the way up to 
100 pounds. Kelly was originally annoyed that the previous owner 
had left al of this behind, but he had advanced cancer and had moved 
in with his children. She didn't have the heart to argue with them, 
besides she never planned to use the basement too much and she 
hoped to only live in the house for a few years until she settled 
down.

As she looked at the gym disapprovingly she plopped sown on the 
sofa and started flipping channels- she had not forgotten to have 
cable installed on her move-in day. As she surfed through the 
channels, her eyes glazed over. Home shopping and weather and 
sitcoms and cartoons and then she saw it. It took her a second to 
realize what she was looking at. It was definitely an animal, no a 
person, someone's back! But what a back- there was thick rippling 
muscle like fleshy armor which covered the back. As the camera 
drew back from its extreme close up and revealed the long hair and 
bikini straps of the woman, Kelly's jaw dropped. The bodybuilder 
shoulders bloomed and her trapezius muscles were huge. Kelly was 
surprised to find herself aroused and began to stroke her lubricated 
pussy. She would watch the bodybuilder flex and then close her eyes 
for a few seconds and dream that it was her body that had all those 
muscles. When she opened her eyes again she saw huge bulging arms 
which shook with intensity as they were flexed. The bodybuilder 
biceps rose high off her arms and Kelly began fingering herself as 
hard as she good and came almost violently. It was right then that 
she knew she would start training, and she knew she wanted to grow 
big and powerful. 

Her cross-country training in high-school and college had given her a 
toughness and resiliency not found among her friends. She always 
stuck to the training regimens which often included taking ten mile 
runs twice a day. She had some basic experience in the weight room 
from tinkering, but she knew she would need help. After drying 
herself off she wandered over to the gym are, and immediately saw a 
body building how to book. She could tell it was quite old, but she 
began pouring over the pictures, particularly the women pictured. 
There was one of a body-builder named Christ Bauch and it showed 
posing her chest. The caption read, "Christa Bauch shows off her 
chiseled chest . . . the product of heavy bench pressing and dumbbell 
flyes." Again Kelly felt herself quivering as she stared at the dense 
muscles and veins that covered the models chest. There were 
exercises listed for all bodyparts in the book, sample workout 
programs, and a section on nutrition which included diets for mass 
gaining. Kelly knew she wanted to gain mass.

Kelly was inspired and ready to start. She took the book upstairs and 
got a spiral notebook and began planning her workouts for the week. 
She knew she would do mass building basic strength movements to 
develop a good base.

Kelly lowered the bar onto her chest. As she lowered it clumsily she 
could smell the oily metal. She liked the smell. As she pushed the 
bar back her tiny pectorals felt like they would tear near the 
insertion with her shoulders..


During the next day, Kelly kept feeling her pecs under her arms. As 
she pushed near the insertion, her muscle responded in pain. She 
couldn't stop pushing. She put her hands under her arms and pushed 
the pressure points with her thumbs.


Mike was screaming at her, "Get it up!! Now! Push yourself! This is 
where you get strong!" Kelly groaned and fired her pecs pushing 
upward. One hundred and eighty five pounds was too much for her she 
knew, but this was the way to get big. Negatives were a sure fire 
mass builder. With some help from Mike, she got the weight up all 
the way. But Mike wanted her to keep going and forced the bar down 
on her chest. She knew it was for the best, but the pain in her chest 
from the lactic acid that had built up was excruciating. Still, Kelly 
liked it and she groaned and pushed with all of her might. "This is 
the way to power," she thought. "This is the way to muscle." Mike had 
to help her get the bar off her chest, but Kelly insisted one more and 
as she envisioned her chest exploding with power her strength  and 
intensity grew. "Take your fucking hands off the bar! I got it!" Kelly 
roared. Mike looked on in disbelief as she raised the bar completely 
on her own. 

Kelly popped up quickly and ran over to the dumbbell rack where she 
grabbed two forty pound dumbbells, brought them over to the bench 
and immediately started doing dumbbell presses. She used perfect 
from as she pumped out rep after rep. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty 
five, and then she dropped the dumbbell, stood up again and started 
flexing her chest. Her sports bra stretched everyt time she struck a 
pose and she reveled in the way the fabric stretched. Mike stood 
with his mouth open and his dick as hard as a rock. 

It was back day and Kelly was feeling energetic and strong. today 
was going to be a mass building day. Kelly sauntered over tot he T-
bar and started doing warm ups with one 45 lb plate. After pulling 
twenty reps, she started to feel her back tighten. She stopped and 
added another plate and pulled 15 reps. The last three were 
particularly tough, but this was no time to stop. She added a third 45 
lb plate, took a deep breath and started in on the row. She had a goal 
of eight but  after three her back was reeling and her forearms 
strained to retain their grip. Kelly closed her eyes and focused the 
image of the perfect back. Dense muscles and deep striations spread 
across the lats and traps but she really focused on the middle, where 
a diamond of sensuous rock hard flesh and small veins formed. Kelly 
thought to herself, "that's what I want! Muscle!" and she groaned out 
three more reps before the agony of the last two reps. When she 
lowered the bar for the last time and stood up she could feel her 
back tight against her shirt, she reached behind her and felt her 
back. Kelly felt the ridges on the sides of her spine and then flexed 
her lats. She felt incredibly powerful as she strode over to the scale. 
It registered 120 pounds. Kelly had put on 20 pounds of muscle! But 
she was disappointed. She was looking for five more pounds. 

By now, Kelly's diet had changed considerably.  She was beginning to 
become something of a freak she thought, but who cared.  She was 
taking creatine and a protein supplement, but she really didn't need 
anymore protein.  Every night she ate three cans of tuna fish with 
just a little pepper for seasoning.  In the morning she had bananas 
and egg whites. The afternoon meals consisted of steamed broccoli 
and chicken breast.  Kelly was gorging herself on fish and meat and 
supplement that with enough carbs to keep her going.  

She ate lean and she was lean, her abs were so cut, she could pour 
water on her stomach and hold it briefly in the cut on her abs.  Kelly 
wanted deeper cuts.  She was getting addicted, she knew crossing 
the line of what was normal behavior, but she couldn't help herself.  
She did 500 crunches in the morning and another 300 before bed.  She 
recently decided to start holding a five pound plate behind her head, 
then ten, no she needed more weight but a twenty five pound weight 
was too heavy.  Frustrated Kelly expanded her program to include 
roman chair sit ups.  Her abs were so tight she would lie on bed and 
marvel at the way they felt.  she used to drop a five pound dumbbell 
on them from as high as she could reach as she lied on her back.  It 
didn't hurt at all! So ripped and strong, she leapt from her bed and 
started flexing her abs in the mirror.

Kelly decided that the week was going to be a mass building week. 
They all were of course, but this week was special.  She informed 
Mike that every set she did would be lifting extra heavy using low 
reps done to exhaustion with at least two negative reps. After a 
warm up set, Kelly out 115 on the military press, trying for 5 reps 
Kelly sat in the military press rack, lowered the bar. she felt strong 
after five and blasted two more  then began to fade, Mike helped her 
get two more. Then she put 135 on the bar. After four, her delts 
ached and Mike screamed "push it!" as she forced out three more with 
little help.  Mike stared in amazement when she loaded 155 on the 
bar.  "Let's go for four!" she roared.  After three her delts were 
burning, and Mike helped her with three more.

Kelly immediately walked over to the Smith machine and, after 
loading forty five pound plates one each side of the barbell began 
doing upright rows. She was really trying to burn out her shoulders. 
After twenty, she could really feel them burning and she knew she 
was etching definition into her delts.  Mike stepped in to help her 
when she locked up at twenty six.  After two more mind blowing 
sets, Kelly took a few minutes to collect herself and she snacked on 
a power bar. 

Up next was one of Kelly's favorites, side laterals.  although there 
was some danger in this exercise, by now Kelly was comfortable 
enough to use heavy weights, in this case 30 pound dumbbells. Again 
with Mike behind her she struggled through three sets with 
negatives.  Kelly began to rest, when she stood up and said "Mike I'm 
not burning enough I need to keep going!  She grabbed two 50 pound 
dumbbells and began doing Arnold Presses.  Let's go, three set of six 
at least!  She pounded out eight on the first, seven n the second and 
five on the last all with two negative reps. Afterwards she tried to 
raise her hands above her shoulder but couldn't- that's how she knew 
she got the workout she wanted- total fatigue.  Kelly knew tat with 
total fatigue came rebuilding the muscle grew back stronger and 
bigger!.  She put her hand on her shoulder and felt the swelling and 
bulging definition.  There was no way she would be able to do any 
more upper body work, so she went over to the squat rack.

The only way to describe Kelly's thighs would be hard.  Hard as steel!  
They were not going to be her biggest body part, but she wanted 
them to be her strongest.  Kelly was looking for more size on her 
upper body- she didn't want to look to oafish.  Still though her 
intense leg training had already produced veiny hard legs which had 
grown 


That night Kelly ate four chicken breast along with her barrage of 
supplements.  she swore she could feel the nutrients entering her 
muscles.

Today was arms, and Kelly could hardly contain herself.  She 
masturbated when she woke up to the Women's Physique World she 
kept under her bed.  Kelly wasn't a lesbian per say, but she got so 
excited when she saw a muscular female because she imagined it 
was her. 

The straight bar was loaded with twenty five pound plate on each 
side. She wanted to get eight.  She felt strong but  Mike kept pulling 
down on the bar adding to the resistance.  Her forearms bulged, her 
biceps bulged and seemed to grow before her eyes. "Let's go bitch! 
Right now!" Mike screamed as he pulled Down harder, but Kelly would 
not yield.  Pull harder.  then she felt  twinge near the insertion of 
her bicep and forearm, and she dropped the weight.

"Oh my God!" cried Mike "You o'kay?"  Kelly knew the twinge was 
serious but she could tell no serious damage had been done. It was 
her body warning her that she had nearly ripped her bicep. "

"I'm okay.  We just got a little too excited there.  God my arms ache! 
This is awesome!  Let's do some concentration curls." 

That night Kelly flexed in the mirror and could really see some mass 
gains.  On Friday the scale read 130.  Kelly had put on eight pound of 
muscle in 6 days!

"Why stop now?" Kelly asked out loud.  "I'm going to train like that 
every week until my body can't take it any longer."