One Hot Day By: Nick@vuniwai.net I. Introduction It was a scorcher of a day in July, and the radio said it would reach 110 by noon. It was only my third time working out at the gym, but this time I happened to get in at the god-forsaken hour of 5:00am. The reason I was there that early is a long story, but the upshot is that I was there to see what I did. I could hardly believe my eyes, and at first I thought I was hallucinating. She was about five-foot eight inches tall and she looked like she was carved from solid rock. Her conditioning bordered on the obscene, and it took me a few seconds to realize I had been holding my breath. She had on a one-piece outfit whose one piece could have comfortably fit in a thimble. It started with a very tiny thong-type bottom which in the front turned into two thin lines of material that stretched to her breasts. The actual patch of material covering her crotch ended at a point not less then eight inches from her navel; it was so small I couldn't imagine it covering much more than her vulva. At a point slightly below her breasts the two chords of material widened, but at her breasts they achieved a width of only about four inches. After leaving her breasts, each side thinned to a string again and connected at the back of her neck. As for the rear, there was hardly anything to speak of. As I said it was thong- style at the crotch and it only managed to widen to about four inches where the small of her back was before thinning again to meet the strands at her neck. The light-gray material was stretched to the point of ripping over the impossible angles of her hips, breasts, back, and shoulders. At her crotch, the material was so tight that you could easily slide a ruler in the gap between her skin and the front patch of the thong. Her ample, but not overly-large, breasts had enough material to cover their nipples, but not much more. The strands of her outfit that reached from crotch to breast didn't even approach any part of her abdomen, but instead were pulled taut. Likewise, if she arched her back even slightly, the strand along her back would be suspended some distance away from her body. The material seemed to be completely made of cotton and it was very thin; her nipples were partially in view and you could make out some lines where her vulva was. She had dirty-blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders. Her face was beautiful with full, red lips, prominent cheekbones, and large, blue eyes. She didn't seem to be wearing much makeup. She wasn't wearing shoes so it could be seen that both her fingernails and toenails were cut short and painted red. She had no jewelry on except for a small diamond stud in each ear. Her overall condition was almost painful to witness. Not a trace of body fat could be seen anywhere on her. She was tendon-shredded to the bone. Every time she made even the slightest movement you could see muscle fibers at work, dancing under her skin. Her skin itself had a translucent paper-thin quality to it that made it possible to see the texture of her muscle fibers. Her upper arm must have been sixteen inches around. Each biceps had an insane peak that split at the top, and the primary bulges rose at an alarming angle from about an inch away from her elbows. Each had two large vein running along its upper surface, one of which split at the shoulder towards her delts and chest. The other, further toward the outside of her biceps joined with the vascularity on her delts. Away from this main vein shot three or four smaller veins that inched towards the back of her arm, both on her inner and outer arms. Her triceps was incredibly striated and the horseshoe-shape was very clearly defined. Her, too, veins spread from the center of her triceps, on either side, towards the top of the biceps. On the inside and outside of her upper arm, there was a deep separation between the biceps and triceps, and on the inside of her arms a single large vein ran through it. Each forearm looked to be at least fifteen inches around. Every viewing angle uncovered the same thing, huge amounts of shredded muscle. Here and there you could see lumps of muscle bulging away from the main mass, and the muscle fibers were clearly visible beneath the skin. The veins here were also remarkable. About four thick veins ran lengthwise on her inner forearms and another two or three ran along her outer forearms. Between these were numerous smaller veins running cross-wise along the inner and outer parts of her forearms. The largest veins on her inner forearms merged at her elbows to form the large veins that dominated her biceps. One vein on either forearm, further toward the outside of this conflagration, simply snaked straight up her outer biceps. Her shoulders were huge and looked like football shoulder pads. But these "pads" were hard and dense, with tiny striations everywhere. Each of the three heads, front, back, and side, were equally amazing. Each of her side shoulder caps cut sharply into the side of each arm and they were covered in a tiny network of veins. Her back was a virtual anatomy lesson, with muscles normally only seen on an anatomy chart clearly evident and absolutely ripped to shreds. The middle of her upper back was a alive with tiny striations and veins. Smaller veins snaked out for a short distance to either side. Her traps were huge, bulging with muscles, and flared out to either side shrinking into the deep cuts of her lower back. The large striations on her lower back were startling. Her chest was simply breathtaking. Even relaxed there was a clear separation evident running from her neck to the bottom of her chest, two finger-widths wide, and you could see striations on either side of this crevice. There was a small triangle in the middle of her lower chest that opened onto her upper as. Inside the triangle was a small indentation, another indication of her unearthly conditioning. Her breasts would probably fill a C cup nicely. They were shaped perfectly (perhaps a bit too round for some), and they defied gravity with arrogance. There is no way that I can possibly say enough about her legs. Her thighs were at least twenty-eight inches around and as hard as diamonds. They were unshakable pillars of granite. Her calves were about fifteen inches around and equally freaky; hard balls of muscle riding high on her lower leg. The front of her thighs were cut to shreds, with a large tear-drop muscle crazily defined just above each inner knee. Within each tear-drop there were striations criss-crossing wildly. The outside of her thighs swept outward at an impossible angle and you could make out ribbons of hard muscle stretched along the surface. Her hamstrings were more defined than any male bodybuilder I had ever seen, huge, hard, masses of muscle bunched up into an immense knot, bulging and deeply cut. Even her glutes had striations and they were the most beautifully shaped muscles I had ever seen. They were obviously hard as rock and they swept slightly downward and inward. Her entire hip area was ripped to the bone, and even her adductor muscles that ran from her inner thigh into her crotch were big, hard, and cut, causing the patch of material there to be stretched even further. Veins ran in all different directions over her entire legs. A few very large veins ran down the front of each thigh, over each knee and down the front and back of her calves. Smaller, but still large, veins crisscrossed between these large ones. I could even make out a couple of veins snaking along her inner thighs and along her hamstrings. Small veins also bunched up on the side of her hips and a couple even approached her glutes. The largest veins on her thighs bunched up at either side of her crotch. Some of these disappeared below her tiny bikini patch and resumed their course afterwards up her ultra-ripped, bulging abdominals. Some of the veins traveled on either side of the patch, and these too snaked up her lower torso. I could count at least four large veins that pulsed up her tight lower abs, and two clearly continued up her abdominals. One of these ran up her painfully shredded inter-costals, merged with a vein on her inner lat, ran behind her shoulder and into her back. The other ran up the front of her four muscular abdominal ridges to the triangle of her lower chest and disappeared there. As she walked I could even catch striations coming out on her abs! I gasped audibly. She walked up to me and asked, "You're here a bit early, aren't you?" in a sultry deep voice. My brain seemed to be recovering, but I still couldn't get my mouth to work very well. "Uh, yeah," I deftly responded. I had enough rational thought left in me to sense that she enjoyed torturing me by her mere presence. "Well, as long as you're here," she said, "why don't you help me with my workout?" II. Workout She didn't give me much time to respond. Not that it would have mattered since I was absolutely speechless -- stunned into silence. Instead, she turned quickly and headed over to a rack of dumbbells. Pausing for a second before settling on a pair of 45s. She sat on an incline bench and started to pump out some presses. She easily cranked out ten reps as if the weight were hardly there. From there she picked up a pair of 60s. These reps didn't come quite as fast, but she got to ten without too much trouble. But she didn't stop at ten. At rep 20 she started to really slow done, and her chest exploded with striations and veins. She started arching her back off the bench, seemingly pushing her breasts up toward the ceiling, straining the already over-burdened material of her suit. On rep 21 she let out a ragged breath as she drove the weights up. With her arms extended, I could see the veins running along them. She lowered the weights, getting a full stretch, her pec-shoulder tie-in just strands of striated muscle. She pushed it up four more times, grunting with effort each time. Next she picked up a pair of 80s. She had a look of intense concentration on her face, unbroken by the beads of sweat that had started dripping down her face and body. She pushed the 80s up, really slow and determined. Again and again she raised them, sweat now flowing freely down her arms, pooling at her neck, and beginning the journey down her abs. On the tenth rep she let out a scream of agony or perhaps fierce determination or both. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, her sweat- soaked chest pumped beyond my belief, cut to shreds and feathered with veins competing for my attention. The patches of material of her top were soaked with sweat, too, and her hard nipples stood at perfect attention through the damp cloth. I stood mesmerized as a single drop of sweat traveled down her chest, followed a vein off to side, reached her left breast, trickled down the beautiful bulging sweep of her breast, trembling there for a second, and then falling to the floor. On the fourteenth rep, the weights stopped halfway up, she arched her back, screaming in agony, and slowly pushed them up. As she started rep fifteen, her whole body was trembling with effort. Tears flowed down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat. Practically her whole body was raised off the bench, and I could see her glutes squeezed tight into striated balls dripping with sweat. The weights were moving very slowly, shaking the whole time. She half scream-moaned and willed the dumbbells up. They stopped halfway there and started descending, but with an agonizing gasp she stopped their descent. It took a full ten seconds for the weights to reach the top, at which she let out a moaning whimper and brought them down to the floor. She lay back on the bench, sweat flowing freely and copiously down her body, her chest heaving with labored breaths. Her painfully shredded abs pulsed in and out with each breath, and when she stretched her abs on the inhale the veins running along them became much more pronounced. "Come touch me," she said. Not needing to be told twice, I gingerly touched her abs. Her whole body was extremely hot to the touch, and drenched with sweat. I fingered one of the veins on her lower abs and it felt as hard as the rest of her as it rolled under my touch. It was like feeling hot, wet, striated metal. "OK, enough," she said as she got up and grabbed the 100 pound dumbbells. I could hardly believe my eyes as she hauled first one of the dumbbells and then the other to each knee with two loud grunts. She laid back on the incline bench and held the weights at the bottom of the rep while hyperventilated to start the set. Then she began. I don't know if you've ever seen 100 pound dumbbells before, or ever tried to lift one, but they're intimidating as hell in person. As soon as she began, she raised most of her body off the bench so that just the back of her shoulders was touching it while her feet were touching the flour. The first rep was slow, but determined, and she gasped through clenched teeth to get through it. Her pecs were in-human looking at this point. Thick plates of muscle atop her chest, striated beyond reason, and shockingly vascular. She let out a scream at the bottom. "Up!" and pushed again. Halfway up her whole body started shaking, but with an utterly savage, intense look in her eyes the weight continued up to the top and back down. She adjusted her feet slightly, causing muscle fibers to ripple along her thighs and into her crotch with striations darting through her abs. "Win!" she yelled, and the weight moved once more. Tears started streaming down her face, mixing with her sweat. Sweat from her face, back and glutes kept dripping onto the bench, while sweat from her arms and legs dripped onto the floor. Unbelievably, she managed to get them to get them to the top, but she looked ready to explode from the sheer effort, agony written all over her face. Veins ran all over her inner arms all the way down to her armpit and the down her inter-costals. Down the weights came. Even in the down position, her whole body was trembling violently now. She screamed once, twice, trying to push the barbells again, but they would not move. She started sobbing, and screamed in pain. "Win!" she moaned, and incredibly, inexorably, the weight begin to move up once again. She kept screaming and shaking all the way to the top, her chest heaving uncontrollably in convulsions of effort. Just short of the top the weights stopped for a second then started to fall. But they fell only briefly. Her whole body seemed to flex to the breaking point, and she willed the weights to the top. The she dropped the weights and fell to the floor. She was on her hands and knees. Sweat literally pouring onto the floor and down her body, gasping for air. After about a minute or two, she turned to me and said "Get on!" as she assumed the pushup position. I couldn't believe it, but I walked over and lay across her, my hard cock between her even harder, striated glutes, my grabbing her vascular shoulders. She started right away. I was so turned on by this that I started pumping my cock between her glutes. She managed 10 reps fairly easily, but the eleventh was much harder. I could feel her whole body shaking and straining. I put my hands under her arms and on her chest. It was on fire! I could feel the muscle fibers and the pulsing veins. She was as solid as a rock beneath me, but the pools of sweat on her made it difficult to stay on. Twelve. Thirteen. She was moaning now with each slow rep. Fourteen, Fifteen. Very slow now. "More," I said, in ecstasy, "five more!" I had already cum in my pants, but I was still delirious with pleasure. She went up again, screaming as she went. With one hand I stroked her abs. God! It was like her abs were etched into granite! Rep 17 and 18 went the same, rep after tortuous rep. How can she do it?, I thought. She was like a machine. I was hardly coherent any more, awash in ribbons of hard muscle, sweat, and veins, but rep 19 felt different. She would pause for a second and then heave mightily. It took three of these gut-wrenching exertions to make it to the top. I could hear her weeping beneath me, her lungs on fire. But she knew she had one more to go. She let out a wild yelp and pushed up for rep 20. In the middle of the rep she stopped. She shook and strained, but couldn't seem to move. "You can't do it!," I said, somehow relieved that she had limits. I even started bouncing harder on her back. She went almost the whole way back to the ground, but didn't touch the floor. She let out a prolonged scream and started rising again, impossibly slow. "Stop!," I screamed. She paused and screamed "Nooo!" and kept screaming until she reached the top and collapsed. I felt like she had beaten me in some way, but I was just enjoying being on top of her. Then she rolled me off her back and said between gasps of pain, "I never... told you... you could get... that frisky. But it was so... good!" I could only stare at her in response. She stood up and faced me, still breathing very hard, her arms held away from her body, veins on her abs and chest flushed. "This is for you she said, I won't stop till you tell me." And she put her hands on her hips and squeezed out a most muscular pose. She flexed and strained and every muscle of her body exploded in even more detail! During the pushups one of her nipples became exposed and sweat dripped off the tip. Huge veins were spread everywhere on her chest, arms and legs, and abs. She let out a whimper. At some point she started quivering, and her chest became even more pumped, huge, vascular, cut and striated. Her beautiful breasts were shaking too. I couldn't believe it. She dropped to her knees, still squeezing, raising her eyes to the ceiling. "Stop!" I said, but she looked at with defiance and pushed for a couple of more seconds before quitting. I looked at my watch and saw that she had been in the pose for almost a full minute! She lay on the floor completely splayed out. "You're incredible, " I said. She didn't respond. She lay there for a few minutes and then got up. She walked over to the leg extension machine and sat down, covering her left nipple again as she did so. She put 100 pounds on the stack, and started cranking out reps. At the top of each rep she would hold her legs steady, flexing, for about five seconds or so. As she lifted her legs they became even more striated, every inch of thigh looking like strands of rope bunched together. As she lowered the weight back down, chords of hard muscle along her outer thighs quivered under her skin. The veins that covered her thighs and calves became more engorged and prominent with each rep. I couldn't believe the lack of body fat on this woman. Her skin looked dry and fragile, as even the texture of her muscles could now be seen, at least at my close distance. Before I knew it, she had pumped out 20 reps. She was breathing heavy, still not fully recovered from her chest workout. As she prepared for the next set, sweat dripped down her chest, and down her abs. As she breathed, her lower bikini patch would sometimes pull away from her lower abdomen, but all I could see was darkness beneath. While sitting, not even folds of skin could be seen between her upper thighs and her hip. All that was there was corded, vascular muscle. She set the weight stack to 150 pounds. As she started the set, she gripped the hand-holds hard, making the veins on her arms multiply and bulge, and her already-engorged chest seemed to swell again. She wasn't holding these reps as long at the top, but she still managed a second or two. Droplets of sweat covered her thighs and poured down their sides. After the third rep, she gasped, and breathing three quick breaths, said "Feel my thighs!". I placed both hands gingerly on one of her thighs, my hands seeming suddenly very small. She groaned with effort and pushed the weights up, and her leg exploded beneath my hand. It was like touching a writhing mass of snakes, only the snakes were steel cables and slick with sweat. When she held it at the top I could feel (and see) her legs quivering in pain, and I could feel the veins of her thighs filling with blood.. "Push down," she ground out through clenched teeth, and let out another gasp and moan. I started pushing down on her calves, and at first I didn't feel much resistance, but almost immediately she screamed and stopped me. She growled "push harder!" I leaned forward onto her legs with almost my full weight. She screamed again and threw her head back into the pad of the machine, looking up at the ceiling, bug-eyed, huge veins standing up around a neck corded with muscle and drenched in sweat. The whole machine shook with the force of her exertions, as she hunched her shoulders, and took her glutes off the machine. Her legs looked they would literally explode any minute, as they slowly, very slowly, sank beneath me. It took me about ten seconds to push her legs all the way back, and the whole time they were shuddering violently. Even near the end she wouldn't give up, and kept flexing her thighs unbelievably hard for a second or two after I had pinned them. I was winded and sweating and in awe. Sweat dripped off her nose as she looked at me, breathing in deep gasps. She stood up, and immediately fell to the ground, catching herself with one arm before she hit the floor. She grabbed a nearby piece of equipment and straightened herself up, although it didn't seem like she could straighten her legs completely. She looked at me with tears in her eye, but with a fierce demeanor, and said half to me and half to herself, "I swear to God I'm gonna win." The leg extension machine was shiny with her sweat, and it still held the indentations of her body. Her thighs looked freakier then any pair I had ever seen, male or female, and rivulets of sweat washed freely down them, sometimes tracing a thick vein, other times following a ridge of hard, shredded, muscle. Looking at her legs, though, shredded seemed a completely inadequate word. As I was watching, stunned, she stumbled back to the leg extension machine. I watched as she increased the weight to 200. She was set to go, breathing hard, already gripping the handles in a death-grip. She paused for a second to wipe the sweat from her eyes. It didn't seem to do much good. She got halfway into the first rep, and the weights came back down, as she groaned in pain and surprise. Taking a few more quick breaths, her tears flowing again, she started to scream, arched her back and glutes off the machine, and began. I'll never forget what happened next. Even now, I can scarcely believe it. She didn't pause at the top any more, but started pumping out quick reps, all the while suspending herself above the machine, only the backs of her knees and her hands were touching. Each rep was accompanied by a gut- wrenching scream of anguish. She managed three reps like this and then paused. Chest heaving, her arms trembling, knuckles white, she raised her eyes to the ceiling. Sweat fell from her body everywhere -- legs, arms, glutes, back. She twisted her body in agony, and sweat that had pooled on her abs and in her crotch streamed onto the floor. The screaming started again. Four, five, six. Three more quick reps. Each more unbelievable as the one that came before it. Each rep shook the machine violently threatening to knock it over. This time when she paused her whole body was shaking like leaf. She screamed again, "Nooo!" Like an unstoppable machine she pushed again, but this time the weight went up slow. It stuck halfway up, and she let out a blood-curdling scream. Every muscle in her body was flexing and straining to the breaking point, as if she were trying to pour her entire body's power into her legs. Somehow, the weight went up, and then crashed down. Still suspended above the machine, she started sobbing. She sputtered something under her breath I couldn't make out. Suddenly she screamed again and pumped another four reps, this time lifting the machine a quarter inch off the floor with each rep. I wasn't seeing a human being any more. What I saw was a beast of granite- hard, shredded to the bone, hyper-vascular muscle, bathed in sweat that was streaming off her body. Each rep ended by making the scream a little louder. She looked over at me then and my trance broke. She managed to say in a tiny wavering voice, "Push it up." I could hardly lift the weight using my whole body, but I got under it and straightened her legs. At her signal I let go. Staring in disbelief I watched as the weight stood suspended. Her eyes were closed, and her legs were vibrating with strain. Every muscle fiber of her thighs were clearly visible, tendons taught, veins everywhere bulging with the rush of blood. "No!" she cried, and she looked up to the heavens. "No!" she cried again, defying her muscle by a sheer act of will. Suddenly, in one motion, the weights fell and she collapsed off the machine onto the floor. I saw that the steel hand grips had been bent slightly out of place and the machine had moved a few inches out of place. She crawled, using only her arms to where she had her gym bag, and taking out a smaller brown bag she wretched into it. She rolled over onto her back, and spread her legs out. Muscles in her legs and crotch were still quivering slightly, and the floor was wet with sweat. Her left nipple was exposed again. The extreme vascularity of her thighs combined with their freakish lack of any fat whatsoever took my breath away. She lay that way for a few minutes, oblivious to my presence. She got up, still a little wobbly, and walked over to the chinning bar. She took an over-handed grip and did 10 very easy looking reps. She got down and hooked a 45 pound weight around her waist. This time the reps were slower, and by the end of the sixth rep she was groaning with effort. Her upper back was covered in veins that started directly in the center and then tapered to the sides. Striations punctured her skin everywhere, and small bulges of hard muscle gathered in places I didn't even know were places. Her glutes and thighs were just being carried along for the ride, but I was still excited by their hardness and the way her glutes defied gravity. On and on she went. She yelled out in defiance as she completed her fifteenth rep. Sweat was now flowing down her body again, and I watched as it dripped freely off her striated glutes onto the floor. I turned to the front of the station and could see the pain evident in her face, wet with perspiration. Every time she completed a rep she would arch her back causing her perfect breasts to push against the already war-weary material. Her abs seemed to be flexing pretty hard, and her entire abdomen was awash with veins and bulging with hard muscles, packed extremely tightly under her almost non-existent skin. The sweat pouring down her belly navigated these obstacles before dripping down her thighs or into her crotch. I watched as she completed 25 solid reps, and then jumped down. She took off the weights and looked at me for a second. Then she hung off the chin-up bar and said "Get on!" I faced her and wrapped my arms around her chest, under her shoulders and grabbed the tops of her shoulders. I wrapped my legs around her waist. I could already feel the strain she was feeling, and she was already panting hard. "Up!" she screamed , and impossibly we moved skyward. It was a slow agonizing rep. I moved my hands a little and I felt her back muscles shaking with strain, the veins hot. When I moved my hands I also realized with dismay that she was supporting the majority of my weight with her hip and ab muscles. She came all the way back down. Her sweat covered me, soaking my shirt, my shorts, and just about everywhere else on my body. My penis was so hard it hurt, and I was sure she could feel it. She started sobbing/growling, a strange sound that I started to associate with her super-heroic efforts. Again we went to the top of the bar. As we went to the top I started to slip, but she actually paused at the top and pulled her legs/hips forward to stop me from falling. I looked her straight in the eye, and I saw a wild animal. Her lip was twitching in a snarl, and two veins pulsed in her forehead. She held me that way at the top of the rep for almost ten seconds, the whole time I felt her body vibrating with agony beneath me. I felt her abs, and they didn't feel like anything organic. Instead they felt like wet, hot steel, feathered with ropy veins. My fingers couldn't even begin to penetrate the folds of her rippling stomach. Then she lowered me again, and started immediately in on the next rep! It was ultra-slow, and the machine shook badly. She cried out many times during our ten second journey, but she refused to give up. Sometimes when she paused I absolutely believed she would quit, but she would just cry out, look me in the eye and somehow we moved. I can hardly describe it in words, her shaking all over, the muscles in her back exploding with power. Through all of this she still held my weight with her legs and abs. When we reached the top, and her face was a mask of pain, I was in for another surprise. Instead of lowering us back down, she screamed "Win, win!" as she pulled us even higher, arching her back and pushing her chest, with me on board, toward the ceiling. She held that flex for two seconds, all the while sobbing and gasping, her back muscles quivering, already past exhaustion. Her right nipple became exposed by this latest effort, and a droplet of sweat hung suspended from it. Overcome with desire I hugged her close, pressing my body close to hers and burying my face in her chest and breasts. I kissed the striations and veins that covered her chest and shoulders, and licked her nipple. I didn't even notice that we were at the bottom of the rep until I heard her speak into my ear. "This.... is.... for.... you...." With a determination and force of will beyond my comprehension she pulled us toward the ceiling again. This time she screamed like a banshee the entire time, and I felt her body convulsing with strain even as I held it tightly. Near the top she stalled and started applying short bursts of monstrous power, each burst moving us another inch, each burst wracking her body in pain. At the top she suddenly let out a fierce scream of rage, "Yes!" and she lowered us down, very fast and not too gracefully. I practically fell with her when she fell to the floor. I noticed now that she had bitten her lip somewhere in that last rep and if was trickling blood. Her back was absolutely alive with striations and engorged veins. Sweat dripped in great streams off her breasts, legs, and abs as she gasped uncontrollably for air. "I can't believe it," I said. She look at me then, and still gulping air and sobbing she said "You... haven't seen... anything..."