On Monday I dropped by the school gym to visit my friend Didi. She is a 16 year old black gymnast who is very talented. I thought that if anyone could use some added muscle it would be Didi.
She had been practicing her floor exercise when she saw me come in. She stopped and came over and gave me a hug. I subtly rubbed my sweaty palms over her upper arms during the hug to impart strength to her. Her arms felt soft and mushy under my hands. That would soon change !
"Hi Didi. You are looking great out there !"
"Thanks, Joan. It's a lot of work you know."
"I can help with that. Make a muscle."
Didi complied, bringing her arm up to a 90 degree flex. Her bicep expanded slightly, showing only a slight rise under her white leotard. "They aren't very big are they ? I wish I had stronger arms and legs."
"Keep tensing" I commanded.
As we watched, bumps began to appear under the leotard in the vicinity of her biceps. It looked like someone was cooking Jiffy Pop popcorn under her sleeve. Each pop added to the next as her arm grew and she pumped her arm. The sleeve expanded until it rose 3 inches over her shoulder. A tear began to form along the seam atop her arm. The threads pulled apart revealing 1/4 inch of chocolate brown skin. She repeated pumped her arm, amazed as it grew from 10 to over 14, 15, 16, 17 inches. The threads were starting to separate as her hardening sinews overpowered the lycra top.
"My God, Joan ! Look at me !"
"We're just getting started, my friend" I assured her.
She relaxed her arm and flexed again, as hard as she could. Her bicep continued to swell until the elastic sleeve could expand no more. With a ripping sound, her bicep split apart her sleeve, revealing a brown mountain of cuts and veins. The glistening mountain rose higher, tearing her sleeve from elbow to shoulder. "Jeesus !" she exclaimed.
"You'll be a lot stronger than that when we are through. But you had better change into another leotard before someone notices."
"Right!"
Didi changed and began to repeat her floor routine, this time propelled several feet higher on each handspring. Good thing the chemical had not yet worked into her legs or she would have soared into the rafters. As she did her final move, a flying arc with legs split front and back, she flexed her arms.
"No Didi ! Don't!" I yelled, but it was too late.
"Let's go to my gym." I said. "Then I'll show you what that body of yours can really do!"
It was getting dark as we neared the gym. I noticed the groundskeepers had left their lawn tractor parked behind the gym. "Didi, see if you can lift this tractor"
"I'm game" she replied as she grasped one end and lifted. The tractor flipped end over end and landed 15 feet away. She gasped "I don't know my own strength!".
"Just lift it overhead Didi !" I admonished.
Didi lifted the 800 lb tractor like it weighed 40 lbs. She pressed it up and down for 20 quick reps then tossed it down. "Man am I strong !"
Inside the gym she changed into a black workout suit and began to hit the weights. I suggested the pec cable machine first. I set the weights to the full 270 lbs on each side. Didi said " No way can Iift that ! My best was about 50 lbs."
"WAS is right, Didi. Just do it!"
Obediently she grasped each cable and brought her arms together in front of her. The foot thick pile of iron on each slide flew to the top of the rails with a loud CLANG. The cables vibated ominously as she held the weight there. On the second rep she pushed even harder. As the weight hit the top and stopped, her arms continued together. Something had to give and it was the inch thick steel cables, not Didi. The cables snapped in two as she whispered in an awed voice "That was sooo easy !"
We went to work her biceps next. I told her to pick up the largest dumbell in the gym, a 300 lb monster. The strongest man in the gym, a 340 lb briuser named Rolf, was the only man I had ever seen lift one of these. Even for Rolf, 1 curling rep was all he could manage. Didi reluctantly reache down to pick up the weight saying "There is no way I can lift..". She stopped in mid sentence as the weight cleared the floor. As she stood up a smile beamed across her face. "Never mind. I'll just start with this one." As she pumped the weight her entire body began to swell with muscle. Her arms expanded from 17 to over 22 inches in a few minutes. Working up a little sweat, she lether hair down out of its tsrict bun for while and pumped the weights as fast as she could in alternating dumbbell curls. She was repping them out at least 6 times per second on each arm , I guessed. Her arms were just a brown blur as she grinned, inhuman power surging through her young body.
Eventually I could not find any dumbbells that seemed heavy to her. Finally I placed a cable through a stack of ten 100lb plates and let her curl that. Even that 1/2 ton of weight was light for Didi, but at least she seemed to be pumping up now.
The sound of power... (click here for a 120Kbyte wave sound file)
"I feel as strong as an ox !" Didi exclaimed. She slid her hand up and down th exposed slippery mound feeling each striation quivering just below the paper thin skin.
Her enormous arms exploded through the sleeves of her fresh leotard leaving shards of white fabric dangling from her arms. The softball sized peaks rose into the air like missiles squirming atop her arms. At the same time her lats spread out adding 8 inches to her bustline that the leotard could not accommodate. Her bronze lats split forth into the light through foot high gashes in the sides of her leotard. As she hit ground she realized what had happened and hurried to my side. "Let's get out of here" she whispered.
"I'm guessing about 20 times your previous strength. Your muscles did not even expand when you were lifting that tractor, it was so light to you !"
As her pecs swelled, tears appeared in the front and sides of her suit. I hurriedly found her a black posing suit to wear to avoid embarrassment.
Her pecs were swelling too, tearing gashes in the sides of her new top. This girl was going to break me just on clothes ! I gave her a new bikini which she sheepishly donned. (I think she felt bad about the clothes too.)
She noticed the swelling of her arms and made a muscle. A grapefruit size ball rose from her upper arm, preventing her from completing the pose. I probed the ball and found it to be iron-hard and bigger than any bicep I had ever seen, even on the biggest male bodybuilders.
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