Fitness Camp
Part 4
Dear Dad,
We had a lot of fun last night after our workout. We went to a teen club (no alcohol served, don't worry). I met a really nice boy named Bob. He seemed to like my new muscles, unlike the other boys. Most boys are scared of me now, I am so much bigger and stronger than them. But Bob didn't mind at all. We had a good time. Well, we were out late so I'll close and get some sleep.
Love, Anna

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Bob' Journal
Tonight I met the most incredible girl. Her name is Anna and she is about 15 years old. I went to the Teen Machine club with my friends and Anna was there from the local fitness camp. She was really cute, but looked a little overweight in her baggy Camp logo blouse and jeans. I guessed her weight problem was why she was at camp. I felt a little sorry for her so I went over to talk with her.
She is really friendly but a little shy. She said she was going through a change with her body and all, and it had her uptight. I said " I guess you came to the camp to lose some fat". "She looked startled and said " What fat ? Do this this is all fat ?" gesturing to her body. I realized I had hit a nerve and quickly tried to change the subject. "Would you like to dance?" I asked. "Sure" she siad. They were playing "My Heart Will Go On", that slow number from Titanic, so I snuggled in for a slow dance. I placed my hand on the back of her blouse and got the shock of my life. She was hard as a rock ! Her back was covered with lumps as big and hard as billiard balls. As she moved they danced up and down under my fingertips. I have always liked muscular girls but I never thought I would have one like this in my arms. Determined not to blow it, I coolly stroked her back.
She whispered " That feels nice. A little lower ?"
My hands moved down over the back of her shirt towards her waist and I was surprised to find my hand moving toward me. The shirt was really baggy around her waist. I finally probed until I found the border of her waist. Her massive back had tapered to a waist small enough to get my hands around, maybe 19".
"Lower?" she whispered.
Nervously I moved my hands onto the tops of her buttocks. On the dark dancefloor lit only by the disco ball, no one would notice my copping a feel. I squeezed her cheeks with my hands. Or rather I tried to squeeze. As my fingers started to depress the flesh through her jeans, I felt her tense her glutes, forcing my fingers out again. Determined to give her a loving squeeze, I tried harder. No luck. My fingers just flattened on the surface of her stone hard behind. Sensing my frustration she giggled softly, "Don't worry. I can't even press them in when they are tensed. And I'm a lot stronger than you".
This last remark aroused my curiousity. "What do you mean ? " I whispered.
"Just this" she said, and she brought her left forearm down my back, under my ass and lifted. My feet cleared the floor several inches and I found myself sitting on her forearm.
I gasped "Wow you are strong !"
She said "Does that bother you ?" "No, I love it !" I said. "Good" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Have I got something to show you."
We finished the dance with me sitting on her forearm. I ran my hand down her shoulder over a cannonball size delt and felt her biceps. They were baseball size and very firm. I complimented her "Nice biceps!".
She said," Oh it isn't really flexed. You're pretty light maybe 175 lbs ? Fell my bicep now". I could feel her tense the arm making it expand like a ballon filling with cement under my fingertips. I pressed with all my strength trying to stop its advance, but to no avail. It grew from baseball to bowling ball size in seconds. I could feel striations dancing under the skin even through her blouse. "Yeow ! " I whispered.
"Woould you like to see it ?" she asked.
"Oh yeah !" I said.
"I've been a little shy about showing off in public but I guess now is as good a time as any." She led me back by the ladies room, and she disappeared inside for a few minutes. When she returned, she was wearing a short sleeve top. I got my first look at her arms. They were massive even in repose. We went to one of the quieter corners of the club and she flexed for me. A mountain over 22" around rose off her slim arm. I could hear threads popping in the fabric as it startd to rip through the sleevc. She heard it too and realxed her arm a little.
"Do you like them she asked ?" "Uh-huh" I stammered.

She giggled" Well, they aren't just for show. Let me demonstrate what they can do." She reached under the table with both hands. I saw a look of effort cross her face briefly then heard a creaking sound. The table rose slightly off the ground and I heard a slight sound. I looked down to see the inch thick bolts that had anchored the table come rolling out from under the table. They were bent and torn in half. I then realized she had torn the table loose with her bare hands.
"Impressed ?" she said.
"Yes, but you'd better put it back down so no one notices."
We left the club and I drove her back to the camp. She showed me around the gym where she had worked out. "Would like to see a litlle show ?" she cooed. I quickly confirmed and sat back to watch the fireworks.
For the next hour I watched her work out and pose in a variety of outfits, each one showing amazing musle definition, far beyond adult women bodybuilders.









I told her " You are really buff, you should compete". Posing next to a poster of Lesa Lewis, her idol, she said " It really wouldn't be much of a contest, don't you think ? ".
I had to agree. She told me that even the male bodybuilders who trained her were jealous of her muscles.