Angie continued to shock the school with her physique and strength every day. On the day of the big game with Marshall High, the school's main rival, she paused in the middle of her baton twirling routine. Catching the baton, she looked at me, winked, and , placing a hand at each end of the steel baton, slowly brought her hands together. I could hear the screeching of the tortured metal from my front row seat. She effortlessly brought her hands together, snapping the inch-thick baton in two like a twig. Most of the was abosrbed in the on-field action, and those that saw her feat assumed it was a trick. I knew it wasn't.
The coach was not impressed. He cornered her in the locker room after the game. "Young lady this has to stop ! These batons are expensive and they are school property." "N-n-n-othing..." he stuttered. "Please set me down !" She silently obliged, dusted off her hands and left him trembling in the locker room.
On another occasion I found her practicing her cheerleading routines in the gym. She paused, sat down and said " Hey Joan, thanks for these !" and she flexed her arms. Firm well defined biceps and triceps gave way to mountains of steely muscle. She slightly tensed and relaxed each arm, sending shimmers of ripples through her upper arms.

Suddenly I noticed her pecs swelling, inflating like balloons with a terrifying mix of muscle and breast. Her top was lifted 6 inches, and cleavage swelled over the top and bottom. On the front, the word "DEVILS" had become an unreadable jumble, distorted by the quivering DD cups within the shirt.

The yellow top grew tighter threatening to explode. Over 5 inches of dark chasm showed through her gaping neckline. I could hear tiny ripping sounds as the fabric holding the front and back of the shirt together began to fray.

She heard it too, and realizing she would be topless in moments, relaxed the pose. "That was close" she said. Within minutes her physique had resumed its softer shape.
She changed into her tank top and gray spandex pants and joined me for a pop. "You need to be careful about that incredible expansion of yours" I warned her. 'You're telling me ! I just bought this outfit and it was loose on me. But look now ! She stood and hit a double biceps and quad shot.

Massive bicep mounds with splits and throbbing veins rose from her arms and peaked over her shoulders. Simultaneously her quads exploded in size, ripping inch-wide tears in the front of her supposedly stretchable pants. "Wow ! You're going to go broke buying clothes !" I said. "Damn ! I've done it again !" she replied with a sigh and sat down.
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