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Rachel v. Tanya pt 2
🕑 Added 2020-10-29 11:00:00 +0000 UTC
Several weeks later, Rachel was looking in the mirror at the results of her new program of steroid use. Or maybe the right word was abuse - she had pushed the limits with the volume of steroids and supplements a human could take.
She was topless, wearing a small posing brief. She now weighed an astonishing 175lbs, packing on 30lbs of muscle on her 5’3” form. Because of her short frame, she looked enormous, almost wider than she was tall. She had almost no fat on her at all due to her extremely strict diet and the gruelling two-a-day workout schedule she had maintained. The chemical assistance also helped her stay super-lean.
Her pectorals looked like two huge blocks of striated beef without an ounce of breast tissue. She had grooves running lengthwise, and pulsating veins crisscrossing in and out of her inches-deep muscle-cleavage. Without her flexing, her traps were bulging, vein-covered mounds on either side of her head, giving her the appearance of not having a neck. Her shoulders looked like giant, striated mellons of beef.
Below her man-shaming pecs, her abs jutted out like eight softballs shoved under her skin. Starting at her belly button, coarse pubic-like hairs were visible, and got thicker toward the top of her posing briefs. The briefs themselves had tufts of pubic hair pushing out around the edges in a nearly out of control fury. She had stopped shaving her legs, and they too were covered with fur, though lighter and blonde. Even her thick, muscular forearms were covered with the light blonde fur.
“That bitch Tanya is going to lose her shit when she sees me,,” she said arrogantly and flexed her pecs. They jumped and bulged, and her nipples pointed straight to the floor.
But when Rachel got to the gym, the first thing she saw, the first thing that drew everyone’s attention, was Tanya. She was so huge now that she had a swagger when she walked. She wore nothing but a pair of tight spandex boy-briefs, soaked from the sweat of her grueling work out.
“Damn, look how fucking strong I am!” Tanya said, curling the 85 lb dumbell in her left hand while staring at herself in the mirror.
“I’m like fucking supergirl!” she said curling another 85lb weight with her right. Rachel could see the front of her briefs grow slightly wetter.
“Haha oh shit, all this fucking strength is such a turn on!” she cried, dropped the weights with a huge crash, and did a double bicep pose that would put a male bodybuilder to shame. Twin peaks bigger than softballs rose from her arms as she grit her teeth and flexed hard. Small veins blew up and spider-webbed their way across both massive peaks.
“You’re not even wearing a sports bra…” Rachel muttered, utterly shocked by Tanya’s freakish musculature.
Tanya turned to face Rachel with a huge grin. “You think I need a bra with pecs like these?”
Then she flexed, and her pectoral muscles bulged and striated into two phone-book sized masses of meat, criss-crossed with veins and sick muscular striations.
“Haha, I don’t have tits anymore, so why do I need a bra?” she said, releasing her flex and slamming both fists against her rock-solid slabs of chest muscle with a slap.
“I mean look at these pecs,” she said, flexing the right, which bunched up and bulged outward by inches with her flex. She did the same to the left, laughing as it, too bulged with hypertrophied sinew.
“I’ve got bigger pecs than most men! If guys can show theris off, I should be able to show mine off too!”
Rachel could only shake her head. The Tanya she had been friends with was competitive, but still sweet and feminine. But ever since the two had started competing to become the bigger hulk, she had become something else. Her narcissistic streak had bloated right along side her massive muscles, and she now loved her muscular body for its own bloated mass rather than just trying to play a cosplay character.
“Tanya, I’m worried about you,” Rachel said.
“Worried,” Tanya laughed. “What for? I’m a fucking goddess now!” she said as she admired herself in the mirror and flexed up her bicep.
“It’s all the steroids, Tanya. I’m worried they might be bad for you.”
Sam laughed again. “That’s cute, but there’s nothing to worry about. Look at me!” she said as she flexed her abs and they bulged out into an eight-pack that looked like a stack of cue balls criss-crossed with veins. She slapped it hard, then grabbed her tight, thick, muscular ass.
“I think you’re just jealous of all this freaky mass! I’m all juiced-up, and I’ve hulked up to 185 lbs! You don’t have the BALLS to get THIS big!” Tanya cried, flexing down into a most muscular. She grunted and Rachel could see her traps squirm and vibrate with hypertrophied muscle as her huge biceps collided with her thick, freaky pecs.
Rachel’s face twisted into an angry grimace. Tanya might be huge, but she would become a steroid-fueled monster!
“Just you wait, bitch. I’ll show you who has the balls!” Rachel cried as she stormed out of the gym.
