Lexi 4

Lexi got to the gym early and started curling 95lb dumbells, pumping rep after rep, watching her biceps contract and bulge with power. She gritted her teeth, feeling the burning sensation but pushing through it, willing them larger.

“Fuck yeah,” she hissed, “grow!”

Her top was a cut-off wife beater that looked stretched to capacity with all her bulging mass. Her sweat made it look nearly translucent, and you could see the bulging veins of her chest and back muscles through it as they engorged from the effort of her work out.

Her abs were completely exposed as the top barely covered the bottoms of her toaster-sized pecs. They were thick and striated, like a stack of softballs shoved in her abdomen. Fist-sized obliques jutted from her sides.

Her thighs were thicker than her waist, with gnarled mutant protrusions of muscle hanging over her knees. Her calves were bloated and striated with separation, like two softballs shoved into each lower leg.

Her glutes, covered with a skin-tight white lycra bottom, bulged with ominous vascularity. They weren’t round. They were an angular mass of blocky, alien-looking muscle that threatened to tear through her bottoms.

Her upper body vibrated with effort as she grunted, nearly shouting, at her last rep. “FIFTY!” she hissed, then dropped the weights with a huge bang.

“Hey fuck head, don’t drop the weights like that,” said a voice from off in the corner.

Lexi turned her head, looking over a meaty trap muscle, and grinned when she saw “big” Mike saunter over. She turned.

Mike stopped in his tracks, shocked at the sight of her hyper-muscularity. His brain struggled to process toaster-sized pecs with inches-deep cleavage nearly bursting her top, traps that looked like hams shoved into her bull neck and nearly reaching her ears. But when he noticed the massive bulge beneath her skin-tight lycra bottoms, his jaw dropped.

“Fuck head, huh?” Lexi rasped, her voice octaves deeper than he remembered.

“Lexi?” Mike gasped. “Is that you?”

Lexi laughed a deep, masculine chuckle. “Oh yeah, baby. What do you think?” Then she flexed into a double bicep pose. Her biceps rose half way up her arms, almost impossibly, looking the size of footballs. They were striated mounds covered in veins, like a squirming pile of worms they rose and engorged. A baseball-sized protrusion rose from the huge pile, twitching like an erection.

Those biceps weren’t just bigger than his. They were bigger than anyones. They looked inhuman. She was a mutant!

“Yeah baby, I’m a freak. And we’re just getting started!” Then she rested her fists on her jutting obliques as she spread her lats. They inflated like meat wings, expanding outward and lifting her arms. Her top couldn’t contain them and it tore up the sides. She grit her teeth and flexed her chest, and her toaster-sized pecs blasted outward, tearing right through the front of her overburdened top. Bullet-hard nipples pointed downward as stacks of striated meat piled up on her chest, nearly reaching her chin. He could see a few coarse hairs sprouting, forming a line of fur that led down her abs toward her crotch.

Mike blinked. “You’re… huge…”

Lexi  threw her head back and laughed throatily. “Huge? I’m fucking gigangitc!”

Then she crunched down into a most muscular pose. Her jutting pecs and freakish biceps slammed into eachother with a slap. Massive shelves of trap muscles bulged up to her ears. Her thighs bloated, tearing the sides of her bottoms. Then she bucked her hips.

The mound at her mid section exploded with growth. A huge erection, over twelve inches, blew up, and a sack of golf-ball sized testicles bounced out.

Lexi licked her lips. “Not bad for a girl, eh?” she said, flexing her cock, causing it to buck.

“I… uh…” Mike stammered.

Lexi chuckled. “Check the sack,” she said, reaching down and squeezing it with one hand. The pressure felt good on her large nut sack. “I don’t even need steroids. These fuckers produce enough juice to keep me more manned up than you’ll ever be!”

Mike shook her head. “That’s freaky!”

“Oh so freaky!” Lexi echoed, flexing her pecs and rolling her abs to punctuate the statement with freaky vascularity.

“It can’t be real…” Mike said weakly.

“Shut up, weakling!” Lexi replied. Then she grabbed Mike’s head with one hand and his chin with the other, forced his mouth open, and shoved her huge she-cock into it. Mike gagged as Lexi bucked her hips, fucking his face in the middle of the gym. Mike resisted and tried to push her away but she was so much stronger than him that he had no chance.

“Ungh, fuck!” Lexi grunted. “Look at me now, bitch!” she said, not pausing her thrusting, “I’m bigger,” she said with a thrust, “huger!” with another thrust “MORE JACKED!” she thrusted again, “THAN YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO BE!”

Lexi blasted cum down Mike’s throat, releasing his head and flexing into a most muscular. Her cock head bulged, holding Mike’s head in place as spurt after spurt pumped down his throat. When she was finally done, she withdrew her cock with a slop. It slapped down against her hypertrophied thigh.

Mike coughed, doubled over. Lexi sneered down at him. “And I’m not done yet, bitch. I’m going to get even bigger!”