HARDBODY
        Chapter 3 – The Crush
        By: Mr.Shhh
        
        Even though every fiber of Jenna Steele’s being lived for bodybuilding, she was still a teenager.  As such, she had the same basic concerns as anyone her age.  
        One thing that had been totally crushed under the weight of her muscle-mania was a social life.  At best, Jenna was a repulsive curiosity to be stared at and whispered about.  At worst, she was the target of the cruelest, most sadistic pranks her classmates could dream up.  She’d had her clothes stolen while she showered.  She’d been soaked by the sprinkler system.  She’d even once been tied to a tree stump in the woods.  Rumor had it that Jenna ripped the huge stump out of the ground and, in a fit of adrenalin fueled lust, lifted it over her freakishly muscle-bound body.  
	All any of this did of course, was add fuel to the fire.  In the last six months, Jenna had intensified her training to almost psychotic levels.  Something was driving her harder than ever.  She was now working out with a fury and obsession that would have terrified any psychologist.  
	There was no satisfying her.  Every time she reached an unthinkable new weight goal or fat percentage, she immediately set out to double it.  Sessions were hours longer and there were twice as many of them.  The torture she was putting herself through was unspeakable, but she relished every second of it.  
	She acquired even more weight, everything for concrete slabs with exposed rebar to old engine blocks - anything to feed her insatiable appetite for pure muscle mass.  
	To say she had grown would’ve been an understatement.  In those six grueling months, she had added such a colossal amount of weight to her hulking physique that she was almost unrecognizable.  These days, even her most relaxed appearance looked like she had been pumping iron for hours.  She hunted through magazines searching for someone even close to her level, only to find she was an order of magnitude above anyone else out there.  Needless to say, this caused some problems.  
        A few weeks prior, Jenna had put in an order for new clothes in previously unheard of sizes.  But they were taking forever to arrive, and even the biggest of Jenna’s old outfits had become completely inadequate.  It was now a daily challenge to make it through her classes without have her muscles burst through her shirts.  A moderate breath would send buttons flying and leave several feet of her rippling, pulsating pectoral muscle naked for all to see.  Raising her hand for a question would cause her sleeves to split from elbow to neck, revealing swollen, pumpkin sized shoulders and sliced triceps snaking with hideous vascularity.  
        Jenna was used to being taken aside and counseled about her body, but it was now becoming a daily occurrence.  Her conditioning, more extreme than even she thought possible, meant that her body wasn’t just huge; it was absolutely ripped to shreds.  Veins like garden hoses covered her hands, calves and neck.  In some cases, her vascularity was so intense that it would bulge through her clothing and even pop stitches.  
        This complete and utter lack of fat, mixed with her unfathomable muscle mass meant that Jenna’s body couldn’t be ignored, even when buried under her thickest outfits.  She simply could not hide herself anymore regardless of what she did.  
        What was causing this obsession?   What was driving her to the brink of muscle madness?  One day, it all came into focus.  It was a boy. 
         Jenna had developed her first crush.  Ed was everything young girls dreamed about – tall, handsome and built like a truck.  Jenna would often gaze at him in class, imagining him caressing her sweaty, bronzed body as she flexed it to unspeakable proportions.  She wanted to get huge for him.  She wanted to be a freak for him, bigger than anything he could possibly imagine.
        Yet, in the pit of her stomach, she knew her dream was impossible.  Like everyone else, her muscles would disgust him so she kept her crush a secret.  Little did she know that it wouldn’t be long before her secret was out.
        A few weeks passed and Jenna’s new clothes still hadn’t arrived.  Things were getting desperate.  As her crush on Ed grew, Jenna poured more and more energy into her training.  Every waking hour was spent in the gym and her body had responded with endless growth.  Her food consumption was unbelievable.  She was reaching unimaginable new dimensions daily and her clothing had long since fallen behind.  
        Jenna attempted to try on a t-shirt that a year ago had been a tent on her.  To her surprise, she could barely squeeze her arms through it.  She was used to tight clothing, but these days she couldn’t even get most of her clothes on – and what few she could squeeze into were totally indecent.  This might’ve been embarrassing if she hadn’t found it so unbelievably arousing.  She spent the rest of the night pumping iron until she collapsed in a sweaty, sobbing mess on the floor.  
        The next day at school, Jenna was positively exploding out of her clothes.  The situation had reached critical mass, and she knew it.  A blue hooded sweater was stretched dangerously close to its breaking point and a cotton tank top was nearly transparent.  Even her biggest skirt looked like spandex.  Her legs were so tightly packed that she could hardly walk without tripping over her own rippling thighs.    
        All day long, all she could think about was Ed.  Throughout history class, she sat watching him.  Her imagination ran wild.  She pictured him measuring her colossal pythons as she pumped a massive set of dumbbells.  She imagined his broad, powerful body dwarfed like a child’s beneath her unstoppable muscularity.  By the time the bell rang, she had soaked through her skirt and created a puddle on the floor. 
        Dashing to the exit, Jenna was abruptly stopped by a trio of girls.  
        “Hi, Jenna.”
        Jenna looked at the trendy teens with suspicion.  She knew them.  Stacey, Lacey and Rhonda.  They were friends of Ed’s and part of a popular clique. She was ready for their insults.
        “Listen, I know we don’t talk much, but we couldn’t help notice you looking at Edward Scott.”
        Jenna’s heart almost skipped a beat.
        “W-what do you mean?”
        “Oh come on girl, it’s obvious you like him.”
        Jenna tightened her fists.  Her sweater split in a half dozen places.
        “Look, we’re not here to embarrass you.  We just thought…well, given the way you look, you might want some help with him.”
        “Yeah.  I mean sure, you’ve got all these gross muscles and everything, but you’re still really pretty.”
        Jenna felt her grip loosen.
        “You want to help me?”
        “Sure.  We feel bad for making fun of you all these years.  It’s the least we can do.”
        Jenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Was this a trick?  Was it a set up for some demeaning joke?  It had certainly happened to her before.  But then again, what if they were on the level?   If it meant having a chance with Ed, maybe it was worth the risk?
        
        Jenna followed the three girls back to Stacey’s house.  As they walked, she answered their endless questions with a shy voice.  
        “Why do you do it?  Isn’t it like torture?”
        “I don’t know.  It makes me feel good.”  
        While her hosts laughed and giggled, Jenna analyzed them endlessly.  They were so unlike her.   Pale.  Skinny.  Buxom.  Lacey in particular, with her long, silky legs and huge, youthful breasts, represented a totally different kind of beauty.
        Walking through the front door, the girls were met by Stacey’s mother.  
        “Hi girls, how was – Oh my!”
        Stacey’s mother stopped dead at the sight of Jenna.  Her face was a picture of repulsed surprise.  
        “Mom, this is Jenna.  We’re going to hang upstairs.”
        “H-hello, Jenna.”
        As the woman shook Jenna’s hand, the flexing, writhing muscles in the teen’s veiny forearms hypnotized her. 
        
         Locking themselves in Stacey’s bedroom, the trio went to work on Jenna right away.
        “What we need here is a total makeover.”
        “Frankly, you’re disgusting.  We’re going to make you into a sexy slut.”
        Before Jenna could protest, they had already begun.  Though Jenna was naturally gorgeous, she didn’t wear very much makeup.  In her mind, it would’ve been swept away by the rivers of sweat generated by her savage workouts.  But the girls insisted.  
        Her fat, succulent lips were outlined and glossed.  Eye shadow was added, mascara.  They even styled her hair, gelling her short locks and letting a few strands hang down.
        “There’s not much we can do about all these ugly veins, but otherwise you look fucking hot.”  
        Jenna looked in the mirror.  They were right.  
        “Okay, time to strip.”  One of the girls commanded.
        “What?  A-are you sure?  I mean, most people…”
        “We have to know what we’re working with.  It’ll be okay.”
        Reluctantly, Jenna unzipped her sweater and slid it off.  Simply taking off her clothes was more difficult than it sounded.  It was akin to peeling saran wrap.  Even with slow, careful motions, clothes tended get destroyed.  
        The sweater dropped on the floor.  Already, Jenna could see the girls holding their mouths.  She had just begun revealing herself and they were already horrified.  
        “…Um, that’s good.  K-keep going…”
        Jenna reached for her tank top and heard a loud tear.  Her back had split right up the middle, revealing the bronzed meat of her deeply sliced lats.
        “Oops.”  Jenna squeaked.
        As she reached for the edges of the shirt, there was more tearing.  Her pecs suddenly ripped through the thin material.  The girls gasped at the sight of her heaving, masculine chest.  Even her painfully cut abs wouldn’t be contained.  With one twist, the veiny mounds tore free.
        After much careful maneuvering, Jenna finally managed to get the shirt off.  It dropped to the floor almost completely ruined.  
        The girls were speechless at this point.  Their encouraging words had long ceased. 
        Jenna had gone this far; she might as well go all of the way.  Taking the top of her skirt, she worked it down over her massive thighs.  There was more tearing and ripping.  By the time it was off, it was mostly ruined.  
        Jenna blushed as she looked at the girls.  She was now completely nude before them, save her wet panties.  
        “Oh god…” One of the girls whispered and rushed out of the room.   
        Glancing at a mirror, Jenna saw herself beside the girls.  It was the first time she had directly compared herself to anyone in over a year and it gave her an idea of just how  muscular she had become.
        Though both girls were taller, each of Jenna’s arms was thicker than their waists.  The veins running across her biceps were almost as thick as their wrists. 
        “I can’t believe it.  All the stories.  All the rumors.  They’re… they’re not even close…!”  
        No one knew where to look.  Every inch of Jenna’s teenage body was a sick, twisted orgy of hyper-exaggerated anatomy.  She looked like some kind of demented cartoon made flesh.  It was a steroid abuser’s worst nightmare.  
        Her legs were beyond gargantuan.  Dozens of lumps of thick, hard muscle bulged off the main mass by a foot or more. 
        To the girl’s disgusted surprise, it seemed Jenna’s entire essence lead to her muscular crotch.  This is where all of the biggest, meatiest veins emerged.  Some were so large it looked like Boa Constrictors had been shoved under her skin.  These veins stretched her tiny panties so tight that they looked ready to split.  Dense vascularity spread out everywhere, over every inch of her tendon sliced abs right up to her massive, unstoppable pecs.  Veins ran down the insides of her legs and ended up at her ankles.  Neither girl could imagine what was under those dripping panties.  Her vagina must have been a bulging, striated monstrosity. 
        Staring at Jenna, the girls just couldn’t accept the sheer amount of meat she had packed on her.   She must have weighed 300 pounds, and that was a conservative estimate.  Her shoulders were several feet wider than the doorway behind her.  Her traps were so hideously swollen that they pressed against the bottom of her ears.  Even her neck was an insane pillar the width of a fire hydrant.  It would’ve taken all three of them just to wrap their hands around it.
        “I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” Jenna spoke, her soft, feminine voice contrasting her dense, superhuman anatomy, “but I’m not dumb.  There’s no way anyone could possibly find me attractive.”
        “Actually, Ed’s totally infatuated with you.  He loves your muscles.  It really burns him up when people make fun of you.”
        Jenna looked at the girls in disbelief. 
        We don’t need to hide your muscles Jenna, we need to show them off.”
        “Yeah.  We’re going to make you look so fucking huge that Ed will cream his pants as soon as he sees you.”
        Jenna felt a smile wrap across her lips.