HARDBODY
        Chapter 2 – Get Bigger
        By: Mr.Shhh
        
        Jenna arrived home a short time later.  She was panting heavily, not from the eight-mile sprint, but from her incredible arousal.  Switching on the basement light, she dead bolted the stairwell door and headed downstairs.  
        The basement was Jenna’s true home.  This was her personal gym.  It was where she pumped thousands of pounds of iron and sweated gallons of fluid.
        The walls had been wallpapered with gym pads, egg crates - anything to muffle the screaming.  And screamed she had.  At the top of her lungs.  Until she was horse.  Hours had been spent sprawled out on the floor crying and sobbing, her brutalized body twitching in a pool of sweat.  The pain she was willing to endure made the room more like a torture chamber.  But pain meant gain and gain meant muscle.  In this way, pain was the ultimate reward, and she would endure any amount to build her muscles.  
          In the center of the room stood two enormous steel towers.  These weren’t just support columns; they were the kind of riveted I-beams you’d find in a sky scrapper.  They’d been cemented to the floor with tracks welded along their face.  Attached to these tracks were industrial strength chains.  Each link was intimidating as hell – just lifting a chain would’ve been a workout for anyone.  Hooked to these chains were weights.  Dozens of them.  There were so many, they’d been spread out over rows, hooked together to travel in unison.  As Jenna had started running out of weights, she’d begun simply welding slabs of metal together.   
        There was no way this home made monstrosity was designed for human use, yet there it was – sitting in the basement of a young girl’s home.  What’s more, it was designed to grow.
        Jenna dropped her bag on a couch against the wall.  She glanced at a half-dozen stuffed animal staring back at her.  
        “Hello, Mr. Penguin.  How are you today?”
        Jenna picked up a stuffed penguin.
        “Oh me, I’m feeling really hot.  I need to pump some serious iron.”
        The young teen looked at a collage of photographs taped to the wall.  They were pictures from bodybuilding magazines.  Surprisingly, it was predominantly male bodybuilders – the biggest of the big.  Perhaps this was because female bodybuilders couldn’t possibly meet the goals Jenna wished to achieve.  In reality, she had already eclipsed everyone on her wall, and then some.  
        The teen slid her skirt down, revealing her indescribable thighs.  They were monstrous.  More than monstrous.  Buried somewhere beneath the endless beef was a pair of thin, cotton panties.  Feeling her mound, Jenna found that her girl juice had completely soaked through the material.  She was in the perfect state for a mega-workout.  
        There was only one thing Jenna found more erotic than the effect of her bulging body, and that was making her bulging body even bigger.  She glanced at the tons of weight hanging from her machine and pictured herself sweaty and ripped.  Another wave of pleasure.  A large gob of juice squirted through her panties and soaked her knees.  She didn’t have time to take off her shirt; she had to pump up now.  
        Jenna pulled a crude pin from the weight stack and set her load.  She wanted heavy.  She needed heavy.  No time for a warm up.  She wanted to burn bad.  
        Standing between the twin beams, Jenna took a chain in each hand.  The machine was so insanely large, even Jenna’s mega-body seemed dwarfed by comparison.  She knew that wouldn’t last long.  
        This was a moment to cherish.  The moment of anticipation.  She paused; tightening her grip on the massive hand rests.  Muscles flexed up and down her body.  Stitches groaned in her shirt.  Veins bulged obscenely through the material.  
        With one massive grunt, Jenna began.  With astonishing strength, the huge weights rose.  The entire house creaked like a submarine submerging.  Dust fluttered from the ceiling as the beams groaned.   
        Within just a few reps, the state of Jenna’s cum-covered thighs were almost revolting.  They had doubled in size under the incredible strain and showed no sign of stopping.  Every muscle was flexed to the extreme, some continuing to expand half-dozen inches or more off the main mass.  In the center of this human topography were her dripping panties, or what left you could see of them.  The cute, girlish material was quickly being overwhelmed by a mass of expanding muscles.  On top of that, a pair of freakishly large veins had begun bulging out from the center of her crotch.  Even in spite of the unimaginable blood flow her body must have been producing, these veins seemed astonishingly huge.  It was as if two enormous penises were sewn under her skin, desperate to break out. 
         Juice was still spilling down her thighs at an alarming rate and had begun to collect at her feet.  Jenna had clearly been in this position before as there was a strategically placed drain directly below her.
        The weights were moving now in a fast, machine like rhythm.  Jenna let out only an occasional grunt or groan.  Any smiles were gone, replaced with an expression of rigid determination.  
        It only took fifteen reps to make the teen’s shirt give out.  She might have been impressed if she wasn’t swimming through a world of arousal and agony.   
        The first thing that went was the back.  The apex of the 15th rep stretched her body in a crab flex.  The material stood no chance, tearing straight down the middle as slab upon slab of deeply tanned teen beef exploded outward.  The sheer width of her back was now so shocking; the girth so enormous that it was comical to think that it had ever been contained by such a comparatively tiny piece of clothing.
        Rep nineteen did in the arms.  They had long been soaked by the river of sweat dripping off her body.  One massive flex and the material disintegrated under the might of Jenna’s grotesquely veiny biceps.
        As the weights pulled together, buttons began popping off her chest.  A second later, Jenna’s freakishly cut, ultra-shredded pecs ripped right through the material.  There was no sign of breasts at all on these huge slabs of rippling meat, just a pair of painfully erect nipples.  Her flexing pectorals were so volumous that they actually cast their own shadow.  Had she looked down, there was little chance that the teen bodybuilder would have even been able to see her own lower body.  
        In fact, by the 25th rep, wherever Jenna looked, all she could see was thick corded muscle.  Even Jenna’s head was fighting a pitched battle, crushed between a neck as wide as a computer monitor and traps reaching selfishly for the heavens.  
          Jenna’s face was now deep red with effort.  Her tightly shut eyes told a story of hellish suffering.  Veins were bulging out of her temples.  She hadn’t screamed.  Not yet.  She had kept it inside.  She’d need it.
        Rep 30 arrived.  The fast, powerful thrusts had slowed to a crawl.  Each new rep was a desperate battle.  Jenna whimpered as she struggled with all her might to complete one more motion.  Her body was exhausted.  The weights had frozen about halfway through the 31st rep.  Just keeping them there was taking every ounce of strength she had left.   
        Clearing a space through the agony, a single thought filled the teenager’s mind.  How bad do you want it?  How far are you willing to go?  How much pain are you willing to take to become bigger than anyone? 
          With that, Jenna made a decision.  She opened her eyes and looked directly in front of her.  She found a mirror.  There, staring back at her was a sight that almost made her sick to her stomach, an image of obsessive bodybuilding taken beyond any rational limits.   This was her secret weapon.  This is what she lived for.  If she could’ve fucked this creature she would have had an orgy this very second.  
        The mirror had been set as far away from the weights as possible.  It was the only way to accommodate even a reasonable amount of her ridiculous girth.  Her panties were completely gone, buried beneath twitching mounds of hyper-vascular musculature.  Any space between her legs had disappeared; enveloped by thighs pumped so thick they had run out of space to grow.  Her lips, eyes and her cute nose were so twisted, so covered in veins, that she scarcely recognized them.  The girl that had been Jenna Steele was gone.  The only fleeting trace of femininity left on this hulking, writhing mass of jagged muscles was her girly hair clips.  And yet she was unbridled femininity.  Unbridled strength.  She was the most erotic thing imaginable. 
        At that moment, the impossible happened.   Rep 31 - stalled for over a minute, began to move.  The chains creaked as the humongous weights completed their motion. 
        Jenna grit her teeth, spit dripping from her lips.  Her eyes bugged out of her head as she screamed in unimaginable agony.  With an effort beyond comprehension, she suddenly cranked out five reps faster than at any point in the entire exercise.  
        There was a long pause.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Her body was flexed beyond imagination – more shredded and pumped than even just a moment ago.  She barely looked human.  
        Another scream.  It shook the room as she somehow powered out four more reps, these ones even faster.  She was a machine.  Strands of saliva were dangling from her chin as she shook her head.
        But then the weights suddenly dropped.  They nearly slammed to the floor before she stopped them.  The effort felt like a thousand knives in her chest.  
        The entire machine was rattling violently.  Tears started rolling down her face.  Every muscle in her bloated, vascular arms was quivering.  Cords of hyper-shredded beef were flexed in shocking relief on every inch of her body.  Her hands, still holding up the thick chains, were shaking like a drug addict’s.
        Jenna looked at her reflection through blurry vision.  Her lips spasmed involuntarily as a soft voice uttered a painful sentence.
        “G-g-get… b-b-bigger…”
        With that, Jenna threw her head back.  Flexing her entire body as if it were one giant coil, she let out a gut-wrenching scream and pumped out six more reps.
        On the apex of the sixth rep, the weights smashed against the top of the machine in a defining clang.  Maybe she was in such a primal, animalistic place that she didn’t notice, but she began to press her strength against the riveted iron and reinforced concrete of the machine itself.  
        For long seconds, the sobbing, screaming muscle-teen pulled with all her might.  At her feet, the cum-soaked concrete around the girders held fast.  Had she lost her mind?   What was she thinking?  For all of her insane strength, for all her immeasurable determination, she was still just a teenage girl.  Even she couldn’t tear this machine down, could she?  
        The metal beams on either side of her groaned in pain.  The weights wobbled and shook, pushing forcefully against their restraints.  Still she balled.  How much longer could even she keep this up for?  
        Then suddenly, there was a cracking noise from the chains.  All at once, both chains exploded.  The weights came crashing down.  Jenna stumbled back and dropped to her hands and knees.       
          An incredible wave of pleasure racked her magnificent body and a massive torrent of girl spunk squirted out of her crotch.  The floor in front of her was instantly soaked.  It splattered onto her legs, her arms, even the walls.  When it was finally finished some forty seconds later, Jenna collapsed into the dripping puddle.
        For long minutes, Jenna couldn’t move.  All that could be heard was anguish-filled whimpering.  Her face, half submerged in her own juice, blew bubbles with each breath.  Fighting through the overwhelming pain, she thought to herself “What if the kids at school cold see me this pumped.  What would they say?”  A fresh gurgle of cream squirted out of her still oozing panties.    
        Slowly, the pain subsided enough for Jenna to get up.  After wretching into a bag, she got to her feet - her grotesquely massive legs struggling to hold her.  Grotesque was the only word that could possibly describe her now, and it fell drastically short.  She was a sick, demented vision of muscularity.  He abs alone looked like eight pool balls vacuum-sealed under a sheet of almost non-existent flesh.  Her silhouette would’ve made each individual muscle easily discernable.  Veins as thick as cigars were snaking up and down each ab, bunching up in the valleys before gliding past shredded striations lacking even an ounce of fat.   
        Running her hands across this hard earned mountain range, Jenna only saw what could be.  In her eyes what she was, even now, wasn’t enough.
        Putting on her glasses, she looked at the stuffed animals on the couch.    
“I have to get bigger, Mr. Penguin….” She said to herself without an ounce of humor.  “I WILL get bigger...”