Muscle Cream
by The Power Company
High school nerd genius invents a cream to build his body.


Edward Thomas emerged from the supply closet ready for the biggest night of
his life. He quietly shut off the light and shut the door while awkwardly
trying to hang on to his set of keys and a large plastic bottle. In the
semi-darkness of the high school science lab, Edward fumbled with the keys,
trying to find a pocket to put them into. Then he remembered that the shorts
he had on didn't have pockets.

Undaunted, Edward checked his watch to make sure that the hallways would be
deserted. For months he had been planning for this night, making friends with
the janitorial staff, noting when then cleaned which buildings. He even was
able to convince Hal, the new janitor, that he would work out in the gym if he
had access to it when no one else was around. To avoid being embarrassed. Hal
had bought the excuse and had found an old duplicate key for the weight room.

And tonight was the night. Everything was planned with the precision of one of
those Mission Impossible shows. Edward even quietly hummed the theme to
himself as he stole down the long hallway towards the PE wing.
Bum-bum-bumbum-bum-bum-bumbum-bum-bum. Doodle-oo, doodle-oo. He clutched the
plastic bottle tightly in his left hand as he made his way to the weight room.

Edward Thomas was a genius. At least that's what the world would say about him
after tonight, he reassured himself. After spending the first seventeen years
of his life as a skinny little runt of a male, he was holding in his hands the
solution to his dilemma. Not just his dilemma, heck, half the guys in his
school would die to have this stuff. Heck, half the guys in the world would
die to have this. Well, maybe not die, but at least pay tons of money for what
was in the plastic bottle. Yes sir, if everything works like it should
tonight, Edward smiled as he thought, I'll be a millionaire before I'm twenty!

Edward slipped the key into the lock, just as he had practiced it a week ago
and heard the latch click open. He quickly ducked inside the weight room and
quietly closed the door behind himself. He had decided to not turn any lights
on so that he wouldn't be detected. Besides he had figured out that the light
coming in from outside would work well enough for his purposes.

The young scientist lifted his t-shirt over his head, exposing his thin chest
and scrawny arms. Toothpicks. That's what Jeff and his buddies had called them
in gym class back in 9th grade, toothpicks. The thought of the torments he had
endured in his high school career made him cringe. Why were some guys so mean?
Just because they were lucky enough to have been born with the right genetics
to make muscle. Well, he had been born with something even greater. The
intelligence to do something about his life.

Edward picked up the bottle and began to unscrew the cap. Suddenly he heard a
key in the door and just froze. Shit! Someone had discovered him! His plan was
unraveling!

The door opened and immediately the lights flicked on. Three girls entered
talking to each other. To Edward it seemed like they were all talking at the
same time, he could hardly tell what they were saying.

"God! Why is my mother such a pain sometimes?"

"Yeah, like isn't this supposed to be our spring break? I can't believe she's
making us come in to lift weights."

"Well we're down here, we may as well do it or coach'll just bitch and moan
some more about how we're supposed to be getting into shape for next year."

"But god I hate lifting weights!"

"And I don't even have a 'next season'! I'm graduating this year!"

"An' it's not like it's gonna do much anyways."

Edward was caught in the glare of lights like a deer, his brilliant brain had
temporarily shut down. Suddenly the girls saw him standing half naked by the
weight bench and they each screamed.

"Aaahhh!! Who ... what ..."

"Fuck! What are you doing ...

Hey!! Shit! Damn ... who are you ..."

After the initial shock is over, one of the girls, Belinda Carlson recognized
Edward, "Hey aren't you Edward Somethingorother? What are you doing here? How
did you get in here? Do you have permission to be here? And why were the
lights out?"

Edward was finally shaken out of his terror. He grabbed his shirt and headed
for the door, hoping to get past the girls without too much trouble. His face
was turning several shades of deep red as he brushed past the trio silently
and ran into the hallway.

Out in the hall, Ed collapsed against a wall and tried desperately to control
his wildly beating heart. Then it hit him. Damn! He had left the bottle and
the keys back in the weight room. No, he couldn't go back in there. But he had
to! But they would ask too many questions, he might get reported. But
everything he had worked so hard for was back in there with those girls!

Edward bolted back through the door, determined to grab his items and get out
before the girls could react to him. But he was stopped short as he looked
back to where he had been. Belinda was holding his bottle and examining its
contents.

Belinda was the daughter of the girl's varsity soccer coach. Her mother was
Mexican and her father was Swedish. The combination not only had given her
great genetics for playing soccer, but also had blessed her with beautiful
looks. She had chocolate colored skin and jet black hair with high cheekbones
and a sturdy athletic build. Edward had seen her around school, but she was
always hanging around with the jocks. He had heard that she was pretty smart,
too, but he doubted that anyone who spent so much time in athletics could
match him intellectually.

"You looking for this, Edward?" Belinda held up his bottle. "What is it?"

Still holding his shirt to his chest to cover up at least some part of his
skinniness, Edward snatched his keys from a bench and reached for the bottle.
"None of your business," he replied curtly, trying hard to look disinterested.

"Must be important for you to come back for it." Belinda tipped it slightly
and watched as a cream oozed toward the opening. "Is it some kind of ...
cream?"

"STOP!" Edward caught himself, "I mean, c'mon, give it back." He held out his
hand impatiently.

"Hmmm ... it is important," Belinda said as she tipped the bottle upright
again. She replaced the cap, "So what is it?"

"None of your beeswax, now can I have it? I would like to go home now."

"You know, Edward, this doesn't look real good." Belinda turned away from
Edward and tapped the bottle in her hand. "I mean, we come in here, the place
is dark, and you're half naked," she turned back to the nervous boy, "with a
bottle of hand cream. You're saying it's nothing?"

"Yeah, what WERE you planning on doing?" The girl asking the question was
slightly shorter than Belinda. She had blonde hair in two pony tails and lots
of freckles across a very cute nose. Edward thought her name was Missy. She
had been in his class in fourth grade but was head over heals in love with
horses at the time. She had missed most of fifth grade with some medical
problems and was currently a junior in high school but still looked like a
tomboy. "Were you going to beat off or somethin'?"

"Or maybe you knew we were coming down here and you were hiding to watch us
and then beat off." The next accuser Edward new well. Her name was Andie
Platt, another junior. She was the same height as Missy but quite a bit
rounder. A thought flashed through Edward's mind wondering how she kept up
with the others in a soccer game. She was definitely not in very good shape
for running up and down the field. He was sure that she was on the soccer team
just to be in the 'right' social group. "You are so sick!"

"No! NO! Just give me my stuff back, please!" Edward couldn't believe he was
pleading with these girls.

"All you have to do is tell me what's going on and I'll give it back," Belinda
said, half offering the bottle back to Edward.

"Alright ... alright," Edward was thinking quickly, trying to come up with a
plausible story. "I was lifting weights ... when the lights suddenly went out
... yeah, like maybe someone shut them off at the breaker or something ... and
... and the bottle of ... ummm ... cream ... is for my dry skin ... yeah, my
hand get really dry when I lift weights, so I need this stuff for lifting
weights and ... yeah."

The three girls stared at him for a second. Edward looked at their faces.
Andie may have bought the story, he thought. "I wonder if they'll let you
graduate if you're suspended?" Belinda replied, not believing a word he had
said. She turned toward the door,"Wait with Edward girls, I'm gong to call my
mom ... and maybe the police."

"WAIT!!" Edward was desperate now, "Wait, Belinda? Right? Belinda, isn't it?"
The girl stopped by the door and spun back around, one hand holding the bottle
and the other on the door handle. "Okay... okay," Edward said, "you don't need
to do that. I'll explain."

Edward sat down on a bench, obviously defeated. He had nothing to lose now.
Maybe if he told the truth, they would let him go and never tell anyone what
had happened. "You see, it all started when I was in elementary school. All
the kids would pick on me. I was never included in games, never invited to
parties..."

"Is this going to take all night?" Andie asked impatiently.

"Okay. So I decided last year to try to do something about my ... body. I
tried weight lifting and running and eating like thousands of calories. But
nothing worked. So I did a ton of research and I came up with this ..." Edward
pointed to the bottle that Belinda still held. "It's a special cream that uses
DMSO to penetrate the skin and carry nutrients straight to the muscle that's
being worked. My theory was that it would make the muscle respond more quickly
to stimuli. Even help it recuperate faster. I was going to try it on myself
tonight. Then you guys ruined everything." Edward hung his head almost ready
to cry.

"Yeah. Okay, I'm calling mom."

"NO WAIT! That's the truth, I swear!" Tears started welling up in his eyes.
"I'm telling the truth!"

Belinda paused, then took a couple of steps back towards Edward. "Let me get
this straight. This formula uses dimelthyl sulfoxide? And what else?"

Edward blinked back a tear. Did she just say that? "And ... and a glycogen
supply that is taken up in the ..."

"Mitochondria." Belinda finished his sentence. "But it would need something to
flush out the toxins..."

"I included an agent to do that. Wow, you sure know a lot about this."

"You're not the only one who is getting straight A's in science," Belinda said
as she pointed the bottle of cream at Edward. "And you're not off the hook
just yet. How do I know you're telling us the truth? Andie might be right, you
might really be a pervert. Here Missy, hold this," she tossed the bottle to
her friend and then grabbed a couple of rolls of athletic tape from a nearby
shelf. "Andie, grab Eddie's hands and hold on to them."

Andie gladly complied and before Edward could move, the heavyset girl had
pinned his arms behind him. Belinda took the tape and wrapped it around his
wrists. "Don't worry Edward, we're not going to hurt you, but I don't want you
to run off just yet," Belinda said as she led him to a weight bench and made
him sit down on one end of it then wrapped tape over his legs and under the
bench. "If your story works out, we'll let you go. Otherwise, I'm reporting
you. And personally I'll be glad not to have the competition for
valedictorian!"

Belinda opened the bottle of cream again and let out a generous amount onto
her hand. She began rubbing it onto her thighs, which were exposed because of
the shorts she was wearing. "How much do you think I need?"

"I ... I don't know!" Edward was flustered by this turn of events and the
threat of not graduating. "I was going to try a tablespoon or so for the
larger muscle groups and about a teaspoon or so for the smaller ones."

"Well, that's about the right amount then," Belinda said as she replaced the
cap. "Help me here girls." Belinda sat on a leg extension machine and placed
her feet behind the pads. "I think I was usually able to lift 30 pounds for
ten repetitions, so let's start with that."

Missy set the pin at 30 pounds and Belinda began rhythmically pumping her legs
up and down. When she got to eight she was obviously beginning to struggle.
But she finished the ten reps.

"I thought this stuff was supposed to make you stronger?" Missy said, with her
arms crossed and a look of disbelief on her face. "You've always been able to
lift that much, Belinda."

"Wait a minute, Missy," Belinda looked at her legs, "I feel ... like something
is ... you know, like my legs are tingling. Let's try it again."

Once more Belinda set her feet behind the pads and began to lift her legs out
straight in front of her. This time the girls could see that Belinda's
quadriceps were slightly bulging with every lift. She completed ten reps with
little effort.

"Let's try it again with more weight," Belinda said, a smile creeping across
her face.

"Like, how much"

"Mmmm ... how about ... 50?"

Missy adjusted the weight stack and again Belinda completed the ten reps with
little effort. They tried it again at 60 and then 80. Each time Belinda's legs
swelled a little bit more and a little bit more. But still she hadn't reached
her maximum.

"Shit! This is unbelievable! I'll be able to kick the ball the length of the
field! Let's add thirty more pounds this time."

Belinda lifted the 120 pounds like before but hesitated a little on the last
rep. "Wow! Okay once more. This time put it up to 150," Belinda said as she
readied herself for another set.

"But the stack only goes up to 130," Missy said, astonished. No one had ever
lifted the entire stack before.

"Hmmm, how about if we put a couple of weight plates on top to bring it up to
150?"

Missy and Andie each took a 10 pound weight and wedged it onto the top of the
stack. Once more Belinda lifted her legs up and down rhythmically, pressing
the weight up and down. Her quads swelled to unbelievable size as she slowly
squeezed out the last three reps. She let the stack down quickly but gently
and nearly leapt off the seat. Her legs were on fire, but a fire that felt so
deliciously good, so fantastically strong! She lifted up the bottom of the
shorts and flexed her thighs.

The sight of her massive thighs caught everyone off guard. No one could speak
for a couple of seconds. Then they all spoke at once:

"Holy shit!"

"Oh god!

"No fucking way!"

"Whoa ..."

The last comment came from Edward who was having a hard time accepting what
had happened. Belinda had just used his muscle cream to build the most awesome
pair of thighs he had ever seen. But more importantly ... it worked! His
muscle cream really worked!

"So ... okay. So now I can ... go?" Edward asked meekly.

But Missy had already grabbed the bottle of muscle cream and was pouring some
into her palm, "D'ya think it'll work on me, too? God Belinda, your legs are
so awesome looking!"

Missy waited while Belinda adjusted the weight stack back to the modest weight
that she knew Missy was capable of lifting. In no time at all, though, she was
adding plate after plate just like they had done before. Missy finally topped
out with ten hard reps at 135 pounds.

The surprised girl nearly leapt from the seat and flexed her thighs as hard as
she could. Mounds of hard muscle pushed against her smooth skin. She reached
down and ran her hands over her bulging quads as if to see if they were really
real. Edward couldn't believe how big Missy's legs had grown. She was shorter
than Belinda and although she wasn't able to lift as much weight as the other
girl, the muscles on her smaller frame seemed considerably larger.

The bound boy had finally pried his eyes off Missy's tremendous thighs in time
to see Belinda strip off her shirt. She was wearing a sports bra underneath,
but still it was more female flesh than he had ever seen this close up. He was
about to ask if they were going to release him, but then found that nothing
was coming out of his mouth. So he just stared, wide-eyed and slackjawed at
the two young athletes.

Belinda was busy rubbing more of the muscle cream onto her pecs, shoulders,
and arms. "Okay, let's see what else we can do with this stuff," she said as
she tossed the bottle back to her friend. Then she walked over to the bench
press machine. It was a bench under a 'U'-shaped bar that was attached to a
stack of weights. By setting a pin under a weight plate, the lifter could
select as much weight as they wanted by just twisting around, never leaving
the bench. This was perfect for Belinda. She could continually add weight
without pausing too much.

Belinda started with 60 pounds, a weight she knew she could lift easily, then
added another 20 pounds. After another warm up time like before, she began to
feel the strength growing in her chest and shoulders. It felt so good that she
just lay on the bench motionless for a few seconds as the sensation surged
through her. Then she let the pin for another 40 pounds and attempted the lift
again. Like before, the bar moved slowly at first and then faster and faster
up and down as her muscles responded to the weight.

Soon she was up to 200 pounds and not really feeling like she had topped out
yet. She finished her last rep and then sat up to check out her red hot pecs.
Even to the touch, they seemed extra hot. And hard! Belinda had never felt a
pec muscle that was that hard. Excited by her progress, she set the pin lower
and went back to pressing the heavy weight.

With just a little bit of effort, she finished another set of 10 reps with 270
pounds. She confidently set the pin for the whole weight stack, 320 pounds,
and lay back under the bar. The first rep was tough, but then she got a rhythm
going. Finally she squeezed out ten reps and then set the stack down.
Triumphantly she sat up and flexed her pecs (Flexed her pecs! She had never
even thought about being able to flex her pecs before!). Deep striations
rippled up and across her chest as her newly developed muscles bulged outward.

Missy had already taken off her shirt and lubed her muscles for her turn. That
started a strange game of 'Follow the Leader' that went on for the better part
of an hour. Every muscle group that Belinda exercised, Missy was right behind
her. Shoulders, triceps, biceps, lower back, calves. The shorter girl was not
able to lift the incredible amounts that her friend could, but her muscles
were swelling just as large if not larger. When it came time to work on the
upper back muscles, Edward nearly came in his shorts. Each one took turns
lifting up the back of their bras while the other spread the wondrous cream.

Watching them apply the cream to each other was probably the most erotic scene
he had ever witnessed. And Belinda really seemed to get into it as she applied
the cream to Missy's back. Edward couldn't decide if Belinda was getting
turned on by touching the other girl or by the way her muscles bunched and
danced as she moved. One thing he did know for certain was that he was
definitely getting turned on by this awesome display of feminine muscle. And
so as to not break the spell, he sat silently gazing at these amazons that he
had helped create, hoping that they wouldn't take notice of him and end the
spectacle.

When they completed all the exercises they could think of, their shorts and
sports bras were nearly stretched to the limit. In fact, Missy's back had
grown so much that a small tear was beginning in the seam under her arm. She
posed along with Belinda, but didn't dare flex her lats to their fullest for
fear of ripping her bra off.

"Damn! This machine must be broken!"

The three teens turned their heads in unison toward the corner of the weight
room where the voice came from. Suddenly they all remembered that Andie was
still in the room. They were stunned to see her running on a treadmill. The
machine was one of those super quiet type, so they hadn't really paid
attention to the background noise. But it wasn't the fact that she was running
that stunned them. It was that she was holding a dumbbell in each hand and was
running faster than they had ever seen anyone run.

"This machine must be broken," she said again. "It says that it's going 22
miles per hour. But how could it? I can't run that fast, especially carrying
weights." She held up the weights like they were made out of plastic instead
of iron while she continued her pace.

Belinda and Missy stepped toward the treadmill. Edward was practically
drooling as he stared at their calves flexing with each step.

"Speaking of weights," Belinda asked, "just how big are those dumbbells you're
using?"

"I dunno," Andie replied, "I started out with a couple of 3 pounders, but they
seemed so light. I just kept getting bigger and bigger ones." She held one
dumbbell and rotated it until she could see the markings, all the while never
breaking stride, "Says it's 20 pounds. This is so weird! They seem so light,
too! I mean, 20 pounds is like a lot, isn't it?"

"Hey Andie," Missy spoke up, "why don't you get off that thing. Just watching
you makes me exhausted. Besides, I think we better be getting home. It's
getting kinda late."

As Andie slowed down her pace and stepped off the machine, Belinda approached
with Edward's bottle of muscle cream. "Andie! How much of this stuff did you
use? The bottle nearly empty!"

"Just a little," Andie whined. Then lowered her head as she replaced the
dumbbells and admitted, "Just a little on my legs and some on my abs, and a
little on my arms and chest. Oh, and a little on my butt." She was still
wearing her sweats and kept tugging at her pants, trying to keep them up.
"Damn it, these pants must have stretched while I was running. And this top,"
she moved her shoulders trying to loosen the sweatshirt, "feels like it shrunk
some. And I just bought these at Old Army! You'd think that they were made
better than that!"

"Uh, Andie," Belinda said, "maybe this stuff worked on you too. Check out your
shoulders."

Andie finally looked at herself in one of the mirrors and saw that indeed her
shoulders looked a little bit wider than before. She stripped off her top and
gasped at her upper body. The cream had worked wonders. Her tummy was flat and
hard with noticeable ridges where her abs were. Her back flared up gracefully
from her tight waist and met her wide shoulders which were capped by thick
muscle. Her arms were toned and strong looking, more like a fitness competitor
than a bodybuilder, but still a lot bigger than she had ever been. And her
pecs pushed her natural endowments considerably further out than before which
caused her purple sports bra to be stretched tightly over her boobs.

Quickly she lowered her pants and gasped again. Her panties had ridden up
slightly and were exposing most of her now perfectly shaped butt. They also
accentuated her legs which before would have been classified as 'thunder
thighs' but now looked more like the long, solidly shapely legs of a fitness
competition. Andie turned one way and then the other inspecting her granite
firm gams. She ran her hands over the smooth curves again and again, not quite
believing that these super legs belonged to her. Then she noticed that Edward
was staring, practically drooling over her new, buff body.

In a huff, more show than real because she always liked it when boys - any boy
- looked at her lustfully, Andie picked up her discarded garments and held
them up to her ample bosom. "You can pop those eyes back into their sockets
now, creep, show's over." She stepped toward the embarrassed Edward and picked
up a 45 pound dumbbell on her way. "Just remember, geek-boy," she warned as
she rapidly pumped out five reps, then switched the weight to her other hand,
"thanks to you, I'm probably strong enough now to break you in half!" She made
her point by flexing her impressive bicep.

"Oh crap!" Missy said, looking at the clock, "If I don't get home like soon,
I'm going to be so grounded! C'mon Andie!" She snatched the dumbbell from her
friend's hand like it weighed next to nothing and tossed it to Belinda then
headed for the door.

Andie sneered again at Edward and then turned to follow her muscular friend.
"See ya around Bee!" she called as she hit the door. "Give me a call tomorrow
- let's go do something outrageous to show off our cool new look! Ciao, baby!"

Finally both were gone and Belinda returned the dumbbell to it's place on the
rack. Then she stepped toward Edward. The bound boy watched with unusual
attention. He had never had any particular attraction to girls being so
occupied as he was with science. But now he felt a strange fascination, even
an attraction, to Belinda. He watched as her muscular legs flexed with each
step and how her breasts bobbed ever so slightly. Much to his surprise, he was
actually getting - turned on!

"I guess I better let you go now, Edward," Belinda spoke softly as she reached
down for the tape that bound his legs. She bent down slightly, giving Edward a
teasing look at the top of her breasts, then with a little tug, she snapped
the tape. Her pecs bounced outward with her effort and Edward had to work hard
to stifle a gasp at the size of her chest muscles. Then she stood up and
repeated the feat with the tape holding Edward's hands.

Free of his confinement, Edward rose, still rubbing some of the sticky stuff
off of his wrists. Belinda picked up the nearly empty bottle of muscle cream
and handed it back to the young scientist. "Sorry. There's not much left. I
guess we sort of got carried away. But I suppose it won't be any problem for
you to make some more." Belinda turned away from Edward and grabbed a couple
of handles that were set at shoulder height. She tugged on the cables which
were attached and slowly brought two weight stacks upward as she brought her
hands up to her shoulders.

Edward was furious with how he had been treated by these girls and now all of
his precious formula was gone! But even worse, they were lording it over him!
Showing off how strong they were now and how much weight they could lift now.
Those were supposed to be HIS muscles and he was supposed to be the one
lifting all those weights and flexing and looking so incredible!

But as Edward watched Belinda repeat her bicep curls again and again, he felt
a stirring down in his loins. He had to admit that her biceps and shoulders
and upper back looked really sexy. Finally Belinda struggled with one last
rep. That's when Edward noticed that she had been lifting 100 pounds with each
hand.

"Whew! Not bad!" Belinda exulted in her set. "Ten reps with 100 pounds. That's
easily five times as strong as I was before."

Edward cleared his throat as he stepped up behind the muscular girl. She was
still a couple of inches shorter than he was but now was a lot wider. "Ummm
... Belinda? Ummm ... there's a little bit more cream left ..."

Belinda turned half way around and regarded the taller boy, "Yeah, like I
said, I'm sorry ..."

"No that's okay," Edward interrupted, "I can make more, like you said. I just
was thinking ... you know, your muscles really look, really kinda ... cool ...
and there's really not enough for me to do much tonight ... so I was thinking.
Maybe you'd like a little, you know, more. Maybe get a little stronger ...
maybe ... bigger?"

Belinda smiled shyly, "You mean you like the way these muscles look on me?"

"Uhh ... yeah ... I guess I really do."

"Well, I guess it would be good to know if your formula could continue to
affect the cellular growth after a period of rest," Belinda said trying to
sound scientifically detached while truly excited about the possibility to get
even stronger. She set the pins in the weight stacks to 120 pounds then
resumed her grip on the handles. "Would you like to apply the cream to my
arms?" she asked with a bit of a smile. She was hoping that he would.

Edward was surprised at her request, but he cleared his throat again and tried
to assume his own scientifically detached attitude. Which was increasingly
hard because he was becoming seriously turned on by the prospect of Belinda
getting even bigger. With his hands shaking so much that he nearly dropped the
bottle of muscle cream, he scooped out most of what was left, stood behind
Belinda, and began applying the wonderful cream to the girls upraised biceps
and deltoids.

Belinda started to bring her hands toward her shoulder like before, but the
added weight was almost too much. Edward still had his hands on top of her
biceps and gasped as he felt the muscles rise and harden. The first rep was
very slow, but then Belinda extended her arms and began to flex again. Again,
her biceps filled Edward's hands, but this time they seemed to bulge more
insistently upward as the girl completed the motion with a little less effort.

The third rep was quicker than the previous and soon, Belinda was completing a
whole set of ten reps with relative ease.

"Edward," Belinda said softly, rousing him from his almost hypnotic
infatuation with her bulging biceps, "increase the weight."

It took Edward a second to realize what she was asking. Then he almost jumped
to the weight stack and moved the pin to 130 pounds.

"Better make that 140," Belinda said, matter-of-factly.

Edward obediently moved the pin down another notch and then set the other
stack for the same weight. Then he stepped back and watched again as Belinda
began to slowly bring the handles toward her torso.

"You can touch my muscles again ... if you want to," Belinda said as she
stretched out her arms again.

Edward didn't need a second invitation. He eagerly stepped up behind Belinda
and cupped his hands over her growing biceps. He couldn't believe how soft her
skin felt while at the same time how rock hard her muscles were when she
flexed them. He was almost swooning at the rise and fall of her bulging
biceps.

"More."

Edward knew immediately what Belinda wanted and nearly tripped over himself to
lower the pins again. "150?" he asked.

"160," came Belinda's terse reply. She was mentally preparing herself to lift
easily ten times more than what she had ever done in her life.

This time Edward dared not to approach the muscular teen, even though he
longed to touch her exploding arms again. He was much too close to having his
own explosion in his shorts and was attempting to control himself. Still, he
was in awe of Belinda and her fantastic growth, and stared in wonder at his
goddess of might.

Belinda was barely able to get the first rep. But the miraculous was still
doing its thing and her biceps began to respond to the increased weight. She
squeezed out a second, then a third rep. With each repetition, Edward felt his
heart pounding harder and harder. Finally, Belinda forced herself to complete
her seventh rep and then quietly lowered the weights back down. She shook her
arms out then turned to face the nearly overcome boy behind her. With a smile
she brought her arms up into an astounding double-biceps pose and flexed as
hard as she could.

"What do you think, Edward?"

Edward turned away quickly and grabbed for his shirt laying on the floor,
"That's ... yeah ... great!" He stood back up straight holding the shirt in
front of his crotch, trying to hide his obvious erection.

Belinda lowered her arms, embarrassed as well by Edward's reaction to her
body. "Thanks," she said looking away from Edward's shorts. Then she saw the
bottle of muscle cream and had an idea. She picked up the bottle and saw that
there was just a little bit left. Probably enough, she thought.

Before Edward knew what was happening, Belinda wrapped one of her super strong
arms around the boy's waist and hoisted him effortlessly. He started to
protest, but before any word could get out, Belinda was laying him down on a
weightbench.

Confused, and still somewhat aroused, Edward struggled to sit up. But Belinda
put one of her powerful hands on his small chest and easily held him down.
Then she straddled the bench and wrapped her legs around his thighs. He was
totally helpless in her hold. With her free hand, she lowered the boy's shorts
and underwear, exposing his member.

"Belinda! What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Quiet Edward. Just relax. You're gonna love this." She scooped out the
remaining cream and began to apply it to his softening penis. Then she paused
for a second to let the cream soak in and begin to affect the organ.

"C'mon ... stop it! This isn't funny!"

Belinda could see that the cream was having some effect on Edward's cock and
she began to gently stretch it out starting at the base and pushing towards
the tip.

"Ummmm ... Belinda," Edward was having trouble concentrating at that moment,
"listen ... this feels soooo ... so good, but ..."

Belinda continued to stroke the thickening penis, "Mmmm, but what, Edward?"

"Well ... see ... that stuff ... oohhh ... uh, that stuff is for muscles? And
I don't think there's ... mmmmmm ... enough muscles there to do much"

"Well, I can't tell you exactly why," Belinda kept up her gentle, rhythmic
stroking, "but it sure seems to be doing something. I mean, when I saw your
erection earlier, you were probably about six inches, right?"

"Uh, sure, okay." He had never really measured himself, but that sounded fair
enough.

"So take a look now." Belinda released Edward's chest and allowed him to sit
up a bit.

Edward's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He watched as Belinda was
stroking a large, thick cock with veins bulging out along the sides. It must
have been at least eight inches long and looking like it was still growing.
But most surprising of all, it was HIS cock!

Thoroughly confused, Edward laid his head back down and tried to focus his
thoughts to figure out what was happening. What was happening? Hell, who
cares! He's got a totally hot girl straddling his legs and stroking his hot
rod to unbelievable size, does WHY really matter?

"You know Edward," Belinda was practically salivating at the sight and feel of
his expanding member, "if you could mix up some more of this stuff, I've got
some more girlfriends that would love to get a little bit stronger." She was
slowly running her thumb up the underside of his shaft, "A little bit buffer."

"Ahmmm ... yeah ... yeah ... I could ... do that ..."

"And meet back here in two days?" Belinda noticed that her fingers couldn't
reach all the way around Edward's shaft anymore. The heft of his cock in her
hand was driving her crazy.

"Two ... uhhhh ... two days."

She could stand it no longer. She had to have this monster in her mouth!
Quickly she unwrapped her legs and knelt beside the bench. She had given other
boys blow jobs, but she had never had anything like this cock in her mouth
before. Wildly, she sucked and licked the more than nine inch pole, almost as
turned on as Edward. She could feel the fat cock pulsing with blood, then
hardening even more, finally twitching at attention. Edward's hips were
bucking slightly, fighting against the powerful hold of the muscular girl's
hands. He reached up to touch what was restricting him and found Belinda's
bulging biceps and tremendous triceps. The thought of her massive arm muscles
was too much. Edward exploded.

Belinda wasn't quite sure where she had seen the movie, but she always
remembered one scene in particular. It was an X-rated movie she was watching
with some girlfriends at a middle school sleep over. A woman was jerking off a
guy with a huge cock. When he finally came, the woman directed it all onto her
tits and rubbed it around, much to the guy's delight. Belinda finally had a
cock in her hands that rivaled her memory, so as Edward exploded, she copied
the scene in her head.

Copious amounts of cum spewed forth from Edward's red tip and Belinda did her
best to direct most of it onto her tits. Still, some ended up in her mouth and
plenty more soaked the front of her sports bra. It seemed like he had an extra
reservoir of cum as the cream kept coming and coming. With one final spurt,
the flood ended. Belinda released the retreating organ and lost herself in the
moment as she spread the white effluent over her breasts.

Edward glanced over at the young muscle girl and felt his heart almost stop as
he watched her rub his jism over her pert tits. Then Belinda stood up and
swung her leg over the prone boy once more, resuming her position from before.
She placed one hand on the bench next to Edward's waist and grabbed his
flagging member with the other.

"So," she said as she began to lightly stoke his soft shaft again, "have we
got a deal? Same time. In two days? We'll meet in the back parking lot. Park
under the trees so no one will see ..." She noticed that Edward wasn't
listening to her anymore.

Indeed, Edward wasn't hearing anything the girl was saying. He was focused
intently on one thing, well, two things, actually. Two things that seemed to
be swelling. Right in front of his eyes.

"Holy shit," he whispered reverently. He could have sworn that he saw
Belinda's nice B-cup breasts push out ever so slightly on the cum-soaked bra.
And the little line of cleavage seemed to be deepening. He could see blood
vessels rise near the surface of her skin and seem to cause her whole boob to
pulse with each heartbeat.

By this time, Belinda was noticing something going on in her breasts as well.
A warmth was spreading across her chest and throughout her torso. She closed
her eyes and released her grip on Edward's cock. Gently, she brought her hands
up to her now noticeably swelling tits and cupped them. She could feel the
wondrous globes growing in her hands, seeming to gain weight and size with
every breath.

Edward watched, transfixed by her growth. He had seen so many strange things
this night, but this was the coolest. Just then, he saw the areola on her left
boob rise above the bra line and the nipple tent the wet fabric. The bra was
near the splitting point as it was and her rock hard nipple was just about all
it could take. Belinda's hands did the rest.

The young athlete was totally lost in the overwhelming sensations emanating
from her chest. In one easy move, she took hold of the bra and pulled it
apart, releasing her now C-cup breasts. The tits jiggled free of the material
and then cam to rest on Belinda's powerful pecs. They hung so low now the were
touching Edward's raging hard-on.

The boy, quite without any urging, had come back to a full on erection. When
she felt the hot rod brushing the underside of her boobs, Belinda grabbed hold
and stroked it to its maximum. Then she placed it between her glorious globes
and pushed in from the sides. It didn't take more than three or four strokes
and Edward was losing his second load in mere minutes. Not quite as big of a
load as before, but just as potent.

Once more, the girl spread the sum around her now much larger boobs. But this
time the effect was almost immediate. Even while she was spreading, she could
feel the addition of more and more fat cells to her burgeoning bosom.

As Edward watched in stunned silence again, he theorized that the cream had
somehow changed his sperm into supersperm and combined with the remains of the
cream on Belinda's hands, somehow had triggered a response in the girl's body
to send any available fat cells to the breast tissue. Indeed, as Edward looked
around Belinda's upper body, her muscles looked even more pronounced than
before, not from an increase in size, but from the loss of the thin layer of
fat that had covered them. Her skin was beginning to look like it was
shrink-wrapped around her bulging muscles. Exactly the kind of look
bodybuilders desire for the day of a contest.

Belinda finally regain her composure. She realized that she was naked on top
and that Edward was staring at her nakedness. she crossed her arms in front of
her chest and then had to uncomfortably adjust them to take into account her
new size. Then she looked down at herself.

"Holy shit," she echoed "Edward! What happened to me?"

"Well, ahem," Edward tried to assume his scientifically detached attitude
again, "it seems that the cream you applied to my scrotum had an effect on my
sperm which in turn caused your breasts to respond with sudden, and, may I
say, quite pleasant growth."

Belinda rose and stepped toward a mirror in the weightroom. She turned side to
side to see the effects that her fat movement had created. To say the least
she was shocked but truly delighted. Then slowly, she lowered her arms. Her
breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat as she looked with
fascination at her sensational tits. At this point she didn't care if Edward
or anyone else in the world was looking at her naked torso. She had the most
perfect set of D-cup breasts she could have ever wished for.

Belinda turned back to the speechless boy scientist and sexily walked back to
where he was lying down. She looked like a wild lioness about to pounce on her
prey. Every muscle was rippling under a thin coating of skin as it flexed and
relaxed with each step. She knew he was watching every jiggle, ever bounce of
her perfect boobs, and she was loving it. When she got to him, she reached
down and almost effortless lifted the bench and the boy. Holding the bench,
she pressed her huge tits against his thin chest and lowered her lips to his.
She kissed him long, but gently, using her tongue to trace the inside of his
lips , then moving gracefully deeper into his mouth. Finally she pulled away
and then ran her tongue down the boys chin and throat, down his chest , across
his stomach and up his ten incher that was trying desperately to get hard a
third time.

Belinda brought her face back to within inches of Edward's quivering lips and
rested her bulbous boobs on his chest again, "Remember, see you in two days."
She gently lowered the nearly overcome boy back to the floor and reached for
the shirt she had discarded hours ago. The shirt did nothing to disguise the
awesome figure inside it as her prodigious boobs tented out the front, lifting
the bottom hem several inches above her shorts.

Edward watched silently, trying hard to catch his breath that seemed to have
left him somewhere between the kiss and the lick. Belinda turned and sauntered
out the door. The last thing he saw was her wide shoulders nearly as wide as
the door frame stretching out the shirt that had fit so loosely a few hours
ago and her perfectly round, tightly muscled ass bunching and stretching as
she disappeared.

His mouth was dry from trying to breathe again, his heart was pounding from
the excitement of the evening, his newly enormous cock was still trying to
respond with another record breaking erection, but the only thought that raced
through Edward Thomas' brilliant mind at that moment was,"I wonder where I can
get my hands on some DMSO at this time of night?"

The End.

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