HARDBODY
        Chapter 7 – POWER PECS
        By: Mr. Shhh
        
        Lacey couldn’t tear her eyes away from Jenna’s monstrous body.  The power that was exploding from her savage physique was utterly erotic.  She’d never been so turned on in her life.  
        As her hand drifted to her own over-heated pussy, she found that her juices were already leaking down her thighs.  Her panties were saturated to the point where strings of hot girl cum were oozing out of the material.
        Every time Lacey scanned Jenna’s she-hulk body, she felt her nipples harden even more.  No one had a right to be that muscular – least of all a short little high school girl.  Yet Jenna was no ordinary high school student.  She was pure, brutish testosterone.   She was a demented, steroid nightmare covered in endless slabs of painfully shredded grade-A beef.
        “If you want to measure my chest…” Jenna panted, her face red with embarrassment, “You’ll probably need a bigger tape measure…”
        She was right.  Jenna’s chest was absolutely inhuman.   How could such a shy little nerd be so massively ripped?  
         Even relaxed, Jenna’s chest was barely contained within her ludicrously over-burdened top.  If Lacey’s 70 inch tape measure hadn’t been enough to cover Jenna’s dense abdomen, it didn’t stand a chance against those rippling behemoths.  Her pecs made her huge waist look like a child’s.  
        With every breath, a dozen inches of bronzed muscularity pressed through the gaping holes between her buttons.   Her cute shirt was stretched so tight across the span of her chest that everything from nipple to nipple was on the verge of exploding free.  
        What shocked Lacey more than anything was how far Jenna had sacrificed her femininity.  The fact that she had no tits to speak of was only the tip of the iceberg.  Everything from her garish man-pecs down to her basket-ball sized calves was unrelentingly harsh.  Her ass was a tight ball of striations devoid of anything resembling a shape.  Her shoulders were thicker than 2 watermelons and capped with biceps that resembled swollen footballs.  Her neck was the size of a steel I-beam.    
        It all added up to a physique that was so stomach turning in it’s extremity that she could have easily been mistaken for a man – only no man was even close to her size.  At only 5’5, cute little Jenna packed more uber-mass than seemed humanly possible.  She was an unbelievable muscle freak - a hulking, rippling, testosterone-fueled mega-beast easily 3 – 4 times bigger than the most insane male bodybuilder in history.  
        Through the cotton of Jenna’s shirt, lacey could see muscles and veins rippling where her teenage breasts should have been.  There was so much vascularity that it was starting to rip through the stitches of her top.
        “Your chest is so fucking huge!”  Lacey moaned, her lust for Jenna’s muscularity boiling over.  “You’re not even a woman anymore!!”
        Jenna didn’t care what she was.  Tits would have only gotten in the way of her magnificent pecs.  Thousands of hours on the pec deck screaming until she was hoarse had obliterated any sign of her breasts.  She’d remembered the countless nights she’d spent sprawled out on the floor, balling in agony as her demented chest twitched uncontrollably.   
        Pumping her fists, Jenna felt the veins in her chest bulge through her skin.    Lacey could see them multiplying and filling with blood.  With a loud tear, half-dozen stitches tore open.
        Simply tensing her arms caused three more buttons to shoot off.  Her pecs doubled in size, putting even more strain on her almost see-through shirt.        
        Suddenly, another two buttons tore free.  A shocking amount of muscle-packed girl-meat exploded into view.  Lacey gasped out loud at the sight of Jenna’s exposed chest.  Her conditioning was brutal.  
        Each chest muscle was sliced into a half-dozen segments by a series of impossibly-sharp striations.  These segments were then subdivided by dozens of cross-striations running from shoulder to sternum.  It looked like every tendon in her chest was individually flexed.  Her conditioning was so demented that even relaxed, her pecs remained severely sliced.    
        In the center of her chest, a series of jagged notches created a deep groove between her two pectorals.  It was yet another sign of her inhuman conditioning.  Her body fat level was so low that even the smallest muscles could be seen coiling tightly below the surface of her skin.  Lacey couldn’t even fathom how much weight Jenna had pressed to get those beasts so excruciatingly lean.      
        As Jenna continued to ball her fists, her body responded like she’d been injected with steroids.  Her shoulders thickened, further exaggerating the individually sliced blades of her deltoids.  Veins wrapped across her monster traps as they swelled past her ears, ready to burst.  She even began to take on a slight v-shape – not because her waist was shrinking but because her monstrous lats were spreading like two meaty wings.  They pressed her huge arms further outward as they continued to swell. 
        Lacey nervously took her tape measure and wrapped it around Jenna’s back.  Trying to line up the two ends in front of Jenna’s pecs, she was left with a gap almost the entire length of Jenna’s heaving chest.  
        “I can’t believe it – you were right!  The tape measure doesn’t even begin to cover your chest!”  Lacey exclaimed.
        As Lacey fumbled to tie a second tape measure to the first, Jenna glanced around the room.  The huge bodybuilder had gotten so caught up in her flexing that she only now noticed the half-dozen shoppers openly staring at her.  A red blush shot across her face as she realized that she was standing in front of them in nothing but a skin-tight shirt and panties.  The thought alone made her body swell further.  
        “Hurry, Lacey – I can feel my muscles pumping up like crazy.  I almost can’t control it!”
        Jenna ran her hands over the grooves of her chest.  There wasn’t an inch of flesh that wasn’t gruesomely striated.  She couldn’t believe how tightly crunched her pecs were.  It felt like a thousand snakes were wriggling just below the surface.  
        “Okay Jenna, I’m ready to – OH MY GOD!!!”
        Jenna looked up to see Lacey staring bug-eyed at her sickening development.  The simple act of feeling her own pecs had caused her shirt to splinter even more.  
        She was entering uncharted territory now.  Her muscularity had finally passed the point of mere human development.  She was becoming something else, something more than either man or woman – something way more muscular than God had ever intended.
        Lacey wrapped the tape measure around Jenna’s now refrigerator-sized torso and read out loud.
        “98 inches!”  She exclaimed, her crotch belching an endless stream of girl cum.  She barely noticed the deluge, her attention steadfastly fixed on the girl-hulk before her. 
        With a shocking grunt, Jenna cocked her arms and squeezed with all her might.  Veins exploded up her neck and across her temples.  Her body swelled with jaw-dropping muscularity.
        “JESUS!!”  Lacey blurted, blown away by Jenna’s outrageous increase in muscle volume.  
          “Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!”’ The teen growled, flexing harder.  More and more vascularity pressed through her tight face.
        A huge tear finally split the remains of her shirt into a thousand pieces.  Jenna’s naked chest erupted into view causing half the onlookers to instantly faint.  Her heaving muscle-blocks were beyond hideous – they were a mockery of the female form.  It looked like someone had injected a liter of pump-juice directly into her pecs.  Veins were everywhere, even wrapping around her thick nipples.  Her muscularity knew no bounds!  
          Jenna growled, cocking her arms a second time and pumping even more mass into her huge man-melons.  The veins bulging through her temples doubled in size and tripled in number.
        With each new flex, Lacey’s tape measure was pulled further and further apart.  She watched it pass 100, then 105.  At 110 inches, she looked up at Jenna with an expression of deep concern.  
        “J-Jenna… this is sick!  You’re getting too big.  Y-you’re more beast than woman!”  
         But calling Jenna a beast only added fuel to the fire.  She wanted to be a beast more than anything in the world.  She wanted to push her body to the brink of insanity.
        “GGGGRAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  The teen screamed, her roar shaking the mirrors in the change stalls behind her.  
        Any lingering remainders of material split apart as Jenna hit a frightening most-muscular pose.   There was almost nothing recognizable about her as she strained with all her considerable might.  
        Lacey’s tape measure pulled open to 120 inches in an instant.  The striations in Jenna’s chest became so deep that they looked like dark caverns.    
        Her pecs must have been 2 and a half feet thick now.  They were extended outward to the point where she could no longer see her own nipples.  
        White knuckles shook as the muscle-obsessed school girl poured every fiber of her being into her effort.  The sheer power she was generating was almost visible in the air around her.  She looked like she could have crushed a car.
        “Stop Jenna!”  Lacey screamed.  “Stop!  STOP!!”
        Finally, Jenna released her flex.   Lacey was shivering.  She was completely overwhelmed.   Nothing on earth could have prepared her for the sweating mound of muscle that stood before her.
        Glancing down at the tape measure, Lacey licked her dry lips.
        “138…” 
        As the embarrassed teen adjusted her glasses, she felt a trickle of girl juice running down her leg.  Her hand moved to her panties only to find a sickening amount of bulging muscularity.   Even Jenna was alarmed at how much pumped up muscle-meat she felt packed between her legs.  Her panties were almost completely buried under a landslide of unnaturally exaggerated teenaged girl-beef.
        “Unnnn….”  Jenna cooed, grazing her muscle-packed vagina. 
        Her seriously over-burdened panties finally gave out, splitting wide open under a torrential avalanche of veins and muscles.  
        Two of the customers watching Jenna instantly fainted.  One of them ran towards the bathroom to throw up.
        Jenna herself could hardly believe what she was feeling.  Her crotch no longer resembled anything remotely human, let alone that of an 18 year old girl.  Internal muscles had become horrifically externalized through their sheer girth.   Vascularity was out of control.  It looked like her pussy was feeding blood to the entirety of her body.  Veins were actually pushing out of her orifice like a half-dozen dicks.
        Even her vagina itself a sickeningly huge, mega-pumped muscle beast.  The remnants of her underwear looked like mere threads next to that snarling, hyper-shredded atrocity.
        Lacey looked up at Jenna with a complicated mixture of repulsion and lust.  The schoolgirl bodybuilder’s sexuality was so deformed that she had almost invented a new gender.  It was the most crystal clear window imaginable into the heart of an obsession without limits.
        A bright red blush formed across Jenna’s sweaty, vein-covered face as Lacey’s sobering expression snapped her from her muscle lust.  Her eyes darted around the store, suddenly aware of the crowd watching in horror.  A few of the people had taken out cell-phones and were snapping photos.  One person was even videotaping the teen’s twisted metamorphosis.  
        “I… I… have to go…!” Jenna cried, before grabbing the tattered remains of her shirt.  
        “Jenna, wait!”  Lacey begged, but it was too late – the bulging mass-monster darted off.    
        
        Jenna rushed through the busy shopping mall clutching her torn clothes to her chest.  She was almost in tears as hundreds of people gawked at her naked mega-physique.  Laughter rang out across the building.  Cat-calls flew like poison-toped arrows.  It was the most humiliating moment in a lifetime of humiliating moments – so why was she so turned on?