Muscle Beach
by smitty
A muscle growth story
 
Karen sat in the squad room, nursing a cup of coffee, trying to
jump-start another Monday morning with the San Leandro beach patrol.
 It was the first week of July and she was eager to get her summer job
off on the right foot. 
 She was wearing the trademark red, form-fitting, one-piece swimsuit,
complete with the San Leandro beach patrol crest on the lower right. 
But, still a bit self-conscious, she was wearing the standard issue red
windbreaker.
 Her reverie was broken by the sound of co-workers coming down the
stairs from the locker room.  The first to join her were a couple of
guys.  One appeared to be a college student, like Karen.  The other was
older and, as the back of his jacket stated plainly, a supervisor.  He
immediately reached stuck out his hand.
 "I'm Ray Fairbairn," he said, greeting his new staff member.  "Friends
call me R.J.  I'm in charge of this station, have been for 5 1/2 years. 
This is Kyle May.  He's been with us for a couple of years, right out of
high school."
 Karen exchanged pleasantries, exuding an obvious nervousness.  It was
only going to get worse.
 Joining the trio in the staff room were two of the most striking young
women she had ever seen -- long blonde hair with legs to match.  It made
her instantly self-conscious.
 The taller one smiled politely as she passed the table at which Karen
was seated, then whispered to R.J., "Who's the twig?"
 "Cut the crap, Tylene," he responded.  "This is Karen and she'll be
spending the summer with us.  She's extremely qualified and I expect you
to extend her the same courtesies you all received when you started."
 R.J. turned to Karen.  "You've already met Kyle.  This is Tylene Draper
and Hope Sanderson."
 The women didn't even turn toward their new colleague, let alone
smile.  "So what's the assignment, boss?" Tylene asked.
 R.J. explained that he wanted his staff to work in teams of two.  Karen
was hoping she'd be paired with Kyle -- anything but either of the two
"bitches," as she had already decided to call them.  
 Over and over in her head she just kept saying Kyle's name.
 "O.K., let's see," R.J. started.  "Kyle you work with Hope and Tylene,
you help Karen get familiar with our stretch of sand, OK?"
 Kyle bounded off with Hope, grabbed a kit from the locker and headed
into the sun.  Tylene strolled over to Karen, tossed off her own jacket
to display an impressive pair of breasts, then shouted, "C'mon, Twig,
er, Karen was it?  Let's get to work."
 Karen dragged herself out of the chair, tossed what was left of her
coffee in the trash and slowly followed Tylene onto the beach.  As she
got closer, she realized she was at least four or five inches shorter
than this blonde with an attitude.
For the first hour or two, Tylene proved remarkably helpful.  She gave
out some helpful hints and instructions about the job, pointers on how
to deal with obnoxious or drunk guys on the beach and even some tips
about where to get lunch.
 "Maybe I was wrong," Karen thought to herself as she leaned back in the
shade of the lifeguard station.
 "First impressions aren't always correct," she reasoned.
 Just then, Tylene came bounding up the stairs, her breasts jiggling
under her red one-piece.  "Hey, uh, Nadine, can you hold down the fort
for a few minutes?  I've got to take care of something."
 "Sure," Karen replied, ignoring the obvious mistake Tylene made with
her name.  "How long you gonna be?"
 "Not long, maybe 15 minutes."
 Just as quickly as she came upstairs, Tylene was gone.  Karen really
didn't mind.  She enjoyed the solitude and figured she didn't have much
to talk about with her co-worker anyway.  She settled back and kept
scanning the beach, which was becoming more and more crowded as late
morning became early afternoon.
 Karen wasn't concerned, even after Tylene's absence reached a
half-hour.  But her impatience turned into anger as 1 o'clock came and
went.  Then 2 o'clock.  Finally, shortly before 2:30, and long after
Karen was due for her lunch break, Tylene sauntered upstairs.
 "Anything happen?" she asked, without a hint of an apology.
 "Nothing," Karen said between gritted teeth.  "If you don't mind, I'm
going to get some lunch."
 "Don't be too long," Tylene snapped.  "And can you pick me up a bottle
of Snapple?
 "Sure, what flavor?"
 "Peach iced tea.  No, make that raspberry.  No, regular would be fine. 
Actually, just make it a bottle of Evian."
 Karen wanted to take an hour, but this was her first day on the job so
she was back in the tower within 15 minutes.  She tossed the bottled
water to Tylene, who said nothing.
 Soon, Karen's thoughts turned to the end of the day, which was barely
two hours off.  But Tylene interrupted.  "Listen, I just saw someone I
went to high school with.  You don't mind if I say hello to him, do
you?"
 "Of course not," said Karen, again swallowing her pride.
 Karen scanned her section of the beach through binoculars and easily
spotted Tylene chatting with a hunk of a guy.  She just shook her head.
 A few minutes passed before Karen her a commotion on the beach.  She
grabbed her floatation device and dashed down the stairs, where she was
greeted by a woman in her early 30s.  "My son, I can't find my son."
 The woman went on to explain that she was watching her son wading near
the shoreline, took her eyes off him for a moment and could not find him
again.
 Karen called to Tylene, who waved her off.  "You can handle this,
rookie," she said.
 Karen felt she should've expected it, but did not panic.  She dashed
into the water, flinging the float over her shoulder.  She was a good
swimmer, a confident and strong swimmer and she immediately dove into
the waves.
 Occasionally, she glanced behind her to see how far she had gotten from
the shore.  A few yards off, she could see the small child, his head
bobbing in and out of the water.  Karen took a deep breath and swam for
the boy.  As she closed in, however, she felt a change in the water.  It
was warmer and felt strange.  As she brought her right arm out of the
water to stroke, she noticed it was covered in an oily sheen.  Soon her
whole body 
 Undaunted, she swam a few more feet and finally reached the boy, who
appeared to be no older than 4 or 5.
 Karen placed her left arm around the boy's chest, lifting him slightly
out of the water.  Then she told him to hold onto the float while she
helped him reach the shore and his mother.
 The whole episode was over in less than 15 minutes and R.J. was there
to greet Karen as she emerged from the water.
 "Great job," he began.  "What is that stuff all over you?"
 Karen scanned herself, noticing that her red swimsuit appeared more
like a dull gray.  She brought her hand to her hair, which was matted to
her head and filled with the strange residue she had swum through.
 Karen turned and spotted Tylene, who was explaining to R.J. how she
decided it would be a good idea for the rookie to see some action right
away.
 "Why don't you get yourself cleaned up?"
 he suggested.  "In fact, it's almost 4.  Why don't you just call it a
day, OK?"
 Karen agreed and headed home.
 *     *     *     *
 Karen had been through a lot on her first day and really wasn't ready
for the second.  But she arrived at the locker room early, about 8:45
a.m.  Tylene was already there, along with Kyle.
 "Hey, there's the hero," Kyle shouted as Karen put her gymbag on the
floor and plopped on the bench in front of her locker.
 "Yeah, right," she said.
 "No, no, you're a hero on your first day," he continued before he was
cut off by Tylene.
 "Let's can the hero shit," she barked.  "She did what any of the rest
of us would've done, right Karen?"
 "Of course," came the reply, dripping with sarcasm.  "I'm sure you
would've done the same thing, if you weren't on break."
 Tylene brushed past her co-worker.  "I see you cleaned yourself up,"
she said, disappearing into the staff room.
 "Well, I think you did great," Kyle said.  "Hey, remember, at noon
we're having a sort of volleyball match with some of the other
lifeguards.
 "Great," Karen thought.  "Big ol' me is going to play volleyball?  I'm
5-4, what the hell am I gonna do out there?"
 The volleyball game was all she could think about during her first two
hours of her shift.  Tylene went off for a break and came back in a
stunning two-piece swimsuit.  The top was more like a sports bra, but
the ensemble made Tylene even more breathtaking and succeeded in getting
Karen even more self-conscious.
 "Not bad, huh?" Tylene asked, already knowing the answer.  "When are
you going to change?"
 "Change?" Karen replied.
 "Yeah.  You can't wear your official uniform to play volleyball.  You
do have something to change into, don't you?"
 "Uh, yeah, sure," she stammered.  "Just let me go change, OK?"
 Karen scampered down the stairs, raced for her car and drove up the
beach to a bikini shop, where she purchased the first suit she spotted
that was even remotely near her size.
 She sped back to the beach and changed in the locker room.  As soon as
she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew it was a mistake.  She
didn't have much of a body, so the sports bra top seemed to just hang
off her shoulders.  And the two-piece suit merely revealed her bony
midriff.
 But she hesitantly joined Kyle, Tylene and Hope at the volleyball
court.  
 Tylene and Hope giggled as Karen strode onto the court.  "You probably
don't want to play up front," Tylene cackled.
 "Uh, yeah, whatever."
 Karen tried desperately not to embarrass herself.  She dove for balls
that she had no chance of reaching, took whatever instructions her
colleagues offered.
 Still, she knew she wasn't playing well and her team was getting
trounced.
 Sweat poured from her forehead as the game continued under the
noon-time sun.  Karen kept throwing herself all over the court and her
body began to ache from all of her tumbling.
 She could barely see out of her Killer Loop sunglasses, which were
covered in sweat and sand.  She held her hand to reduce the glare of the
sun but all of the factors were combining to make her dizzy.  Finally,
reluctantly, she asked the others to excuse her so she could escape the
sun for a moment.
 She wandered unsteadily toward the rest rooms, stopping long enough to
stand under the shower and remove some of the sand.
 Going inside only proved more disorienting as her eyes tried to adapt
to the reduced light.  Thankfully, the rest room was empty and she
leaned over the sink, splashing cold water all over her face, head and
neck.
 It helped for a moment, but soon the feeling of weakness returned and
Karen retreated to one of the stalls.
 The room seemed to be collapsing in on her.  Although she was out of
the sun, she was still sweating profusely.  Her bikini top, which was
loose when she bought it minutes earlier, now seemed tighter.  Outside,
she could hear two older women talking about sunblock or sunscreen or
something, their voices barely penetrating her consciousness.
 A sharp pain in Karen's lower back doubled her over and she grabbed
onto the toilet paper dispenser for support. 
 While doubled over, she noticed that her bikini suddenly had taken on a
3-D effect.  Her breasts pertruded for the first time in her life. 
Karen's wrists seemed thicker, her arms growing before her eyes.  Her
entire body ached while bones lengthened and thickened.
 Only a few moments passed, but she tensed herself while her body
changed.  She had no trouble tearing the toilet paper dispenser off the
wall.
 The two older women suddenly became silent and turned toward the last
stall at the end.
 Karen grunted as muscles began to thicken and develop where none had
been before.
 Her upper arms pulsed, wriggled as skin seemed to expand to accommodate
biceps that grew like weeds.  First came size, then definition, then
vascularity as tiny lines ran up and down the length of her formerly
scrawny arm.
 Her breasts, which seemed to change first, continued their growth,
becoming larger, wider, rounder.  The bikini top was pulled out from the
front while the musculature of the back began to place its own strain.
 Her rectangular back suddenly took on an entirely new shape, flaring
outward at the top and thickening throughout.  Whereas her shoulder
blades were the only noticeable feature before, now round bunches of
muscle appeared.  Soon, the top was obliterated, torn from the front and
back simultaneously.
 The older women doubled back as they watched a head appear from nowhere
and rise over the stall toward the ceiling.
 Karen's skinny stomach appeared to bloat momentarily, but soon
contracted as striations cut the abdomen into a solid eight-pack of
muscle.
 Her butt mimicked her breasts, pushing outward while becoming more and
more round.  And like her breasts, it remained remarkably firm.