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Jodi and Candi discover the power of the mind
🕑 Added 2018-06-01 04:00:02 +0000 UTC Jodi and Candi were competitive all through high school and college. They both were track and field athletes and competed in the same events, they were in the same classes and competed for grades, and they even competed for boys. Jodi was pissed, in fact, because Candi had just stolen Steve, the guy she had been dating.The worst part about it was that Jodi learned this information from Candi, when Candi decided to rub it in.Jodi remembered it. They were at the gym. Having an athletic background, both Jodi and Candi were regular gym rats at the local gym. Jodi was 5’5”, and Candi was 5’6”. Or “Just slightly taller, because I’m just slightly better,” as Candi would say.
Jodi was running on the treadmill when Candi stepped on. She looked over at Jodi’s speed, and increased hers to 1 mph faster and started to run alongside her.
“Hey loser. How are you?” Candi said.
Jodi frowned. “Cut it out, Candi.”
Candi just laughed. Jodi increased her speed, and so did Candi, until both girls were running flat out. Jodi pushed as hard as she could, but after 10 minutes her legs started giving out. She reluctantly stopped, huffing and puffing. Candi stopped just seconds later, also out of breath.
“Haha!” Candi said between breaths. “I’m still beating you.”
“Fuck off, Candi,” Jodi replied.
“Sure. Just like I’m fucking your boyfriend,” Candi said as she walked off to hit the weights. It might seem like innocent taunting, but Jodi immediately knew it was true. Candi wouldn’t brag about it if it wasn’t.
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Jodi was so angry that she started looking at radical ways to get back at Candi. She found it in the form of a supplement from an online store. It was advertised as a meditational aid that would give the user more control over their body. It seemed weird and shady, but people had gotten amazing results using it to lose weight or recover from disease. Jodi had something else in mind, however.
Jodi got the supplement and took her first dose. There was an instructional manual that told the user how to center themselves and focus their thoughts. You were supposed to breath these deep yoga breaths that made a deep, vocal whooshing and inflated your diaphragm. Then you were supposed to focus on the part of your body that you wanted to change.
Jodi closed her eyes, focused her mind, and breathed a deep, cleansing breath. She thought about her breasts. Both Jodi and Candi had lithe athletic bodies, toned and hard, but had no real breasts to speak of. Jodi decided to change that.
Jodi thought long and hard about her breasts swelling. At first she felt nothing, she she breathed harder and faster, and focused. Sweat formed on her brow as she grit her teeth and concentrated. Her face turned red as she huffed a big breath, expanded her diaphragm, and pushed the breath out over and over. Suddenly she felt it. A tightness under her sports bra as her breasts bulged slightly. The sensation broke her concentration and the growth stopped immediately.
But when Jodi looked in the mirror, she was overjoyed to see her sports bra stretched tightly over breasts that seemed nearly a cup size bigger.
The next day, at the gym, Jodi made a point to wear no shirt over her sports bra as she worked out with free weights. When she saw Candi, she smiled.
“Hey there loser,” Candi said.
“Hey there little one,” Jodi said without looking back. She stared at herself in the mirror and started curling 10 lb weights. Her chest was sticking out and clearly bigger than Candi’s.
Candi squinted. “Breast implants? Next time maybe go for D’s instead of B’s. But that’s not going to help you beat me. These days, guys like a girl with a little muscle.”
Then Candi grabbed the 15 lb. weights and started curling those. Jodi was shocked to see the biceps on Candi’s arms bunch and bulge with the heavier weight. Jodi got angry and ran home, determined to try again.
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This time, Jodi grit her teeth and focused her anger on her biceps. She breathed hard and heavy, sweat forming on her brow, and she felt them bulge. She smiled, opened her eyes, and saw biceps the size of lemons pop out of her arms.
Good, but not good enough. Jodi began focusing in ernest, thinking about all the times Candi had bested her. Her anger seethed, and she focused that mental energy into her muscles. First, her glutes bulged, then her thighs. Her calves thickened. Her lats and back bulged, and even her pecs bloated bigger.
When Jodi was finished, she was breathing heavy, but what she saw in the mirror delighted her. She now had the build of a light amature bodybuilder. She flexed and watched her sinewy arms undulate with rippling muscle. She flexed hard, angular thighs and diamond-shaped calves.
The next day at the gym, Jodi wore a tight lycra tank top that showed off her thicker, defined arms and pecs and tight lycra shorts that showed off her bulging glutes and thighs. She grabbed the 20 lb dumbells and started curling.
Candi’s mouth dropped when she saw Jodi. “How the f… steroids?”
Jodi snickered. “Just mind over matter, little one,” Jodi said as she casually flexed a bicep that was clearly bigger than Candi’s.
“I don’t know how you did it, but I’ll find out!” Candi cried as she ran away.
“Good luck, bitch!” Jodi said as she continued working out, enjoying the sight of her now surging musculature.
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The next time Jodi saw Candi at the gym, something had changed. Candi was wearing baggy sweats.
“Hey, loser,” Candi said.
“Hey tiny,” Jodi said as she casually flexed her arms and legs, enjoying the feeling of her rippling musculature responding to her commands.
But something was wrong. Candi just chuckled. She casually walked over to the weights and grabbed two 35 lb dumbells. Then, to Jodi’s horror and surprise, she started curling them. Effortlessly.
“I’d say that’s way more than you can lift,” Candi said. Then she racked the weight.
“I discovered your little secret,” Candi said as she grasped the waistband of her sweat pants and pulled them down.
Jodi’s chin dropped. Candi’s thighs were thick with angular muscle, and her calves were large and heart-shaped.
“You like my legs?” Candi said as she casually flexed her thighs. Cords of muscle bulged, forming teardrop-shaped masses that hung over her knees.
Then Candi took off her sweatshirt. She wore a tight tank top. Oh shit, her arms were twice the size of Jodi’s, knotted with thick, bulbous muscle. Candi put her hands on her hips and flexed her pecs and lats, which bunched up with rippling muscles. She looked like a full-on bodybuilder.
“You see, once again, that I am better,” Candi said as she flexed up a bicep that bulged to softball size. As she held the flex, she smiled and watched as a little blue vein bulged to prominence on top of it.
Jodi was shocked, but her shock quickly turned to anger. She hated Candi, her smugness, her casual superiority. Not this time. Jodi wouldn’t let her win. She grit her teeth and let her anger seeth. It built into a fury as she thought of all the times Candi had bested her. Jodi sucked a huge, deep, breath into her diaphragm, held it, and exhaled with a grunting huff. Then she focused her deep, burning, churning anger into her muscles.
And she grew.
She felt her sports bra tighten as her pecs and lats bulged. Her biceps bloated, growing inches, as thin blue veins spidered around her forearms and into her biceps. Veins bulged on her forehead as she grit her teeth and focused, sending a blast of angry growth into her glutes and quads. They bulged and thickened, surging as stitches started popping on her lycra shorts.
Veins encrusted her calves as they throbbed with growth, bulging past heart-shaped into baseball-sized masses of muscle. The thin veins spidered upward to her quads, which surged into thick, meaty bulges of hypertrophied mass. Her lycra shorts couldn’t handle the mass of her huge quads and glutes, and they tore down the sides.
Jodi sucked in another huge breath and blew it out with a sound like raging wind. She sent a final blast of anger into her abs, which solidified into a thick wall of rippling muscles like a stack of apples wrapped in seran wrap.
When she saw Candi’s mouth drop, it broke her concentration and she blinked. Then she smiled a huge, shit-eating grin as she flexed up both biceps and watched as they bulged to cantaloupe-sized masses of bulging sinew.
Candi frowned.
“Oh yeah, bitch. Look at me now,” Jodi said as she brought her hands down and flexed her bulging pecs. They bunched up into corded muscle and a stitch tore on her sports bra. “I’m so big, I’m busting out of these clothes!”
“Is that all you got?” Candi said with her hands on her hips.
Jodi raised an eyebrow. “Bitch, look at me. I’m huge!” She punctuated the proclamation with a flex of her thick lats, which bloated under her triceps and tore right through the sides of her sports bra. It fell to the floor.
“Haha,” Jodi chuckled. “Looks like I’ll need to go shopping now,” Jodi said, unabashedly naked as she admired her new bulging musculature in the gym’s mirrors.
But Jodi’s new haughtiness was lost on Candi. Instead, she just breathed deeply, her gut expanding with her breath to near pregnancy size, and then she exhaled, pulling her stomach in nearly to her spine. The breathing continued, an almost erotic bulging and contracting, as Candi placed her fists on her temples. Then Candi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she moaned an “oohhhmmmm…”
There was a sound like rubber stretching as Candi’s already bodybuilder-sized proportions bloated and bulged right before Jodi’s eyes. A wave of growth cascaded from her mid section into her glutes, which surged and bloated into pumpkins of definition and size. Her thighs grew bigger, thicker, wider until they nearly touched.
The growth cascaded upwards, as Candi’s arms bulged, her biceps pressing into veined forearms. Traps surged up toward Candi’s ears, and her back bulged and throbbed as the angry meat beneath her skin rumbled into a hypertrophied landscape of craggy muscle.
Candi stretched her arms out wide and flexed into a double bicep pose. Her eyes still rolled back into her head, her breathing still bloating and contracting her stomach, the growth once again surged from her belly out toward her extremities. Her lats thickened further to the point where her armpits looked like they could fit basketballs inside them. As her meat wings grew, her pecs surged forward, piling growth on top of muscles that blew right through her tank top. Her ass and thighs got thicker and wider. Her abs bulged and grew, adding inches to her waist. Her shorts tore off, leaving her naked but for a tiny thong.
Finally, angry blue worms bulged from Candi’s mid section, spreading outward on her skin, feeding her muscles as her mass surged one last time. Then she opened her eyes.
Candi smiled a predatory grin. “Who’s bigger now, loser?”
Jodi couldn’t believe it. Candi had bested her again! How was this possible? Jodi shut her eyes and started breathing deeply again. She tried to focus her anger. She grit her teeth and put all her energy into growing her muscles again, but for some reason, she couldn’t focus. Candi had grown so quickly, so easily, almost without effort. It completely intimidated Jodi. How could this be?
Sweat poured down Jodi’s brow as she grit her teeth, flexed every muscle in her body, and willed herself bigger. Yes! She felt a surge as her muscles rippled slightly bigger.
Candi chuckled. Then she flexed into a most muscular pose that bloated her rippling sinew into a scary-huge, gorilla-sized mass of vibrating muscle.
Jodi faltered, her concentration shattered.
“What’s the matter, tiny? Can’t summon the will to power?” Candi said with a chuckle. “Let me show you how much better I am than you.”
Then she turned around, pointing her ass toward Jodi.
“Check the glutes,” Candi said. Then she flexed, and her ass cheeks contracted into striated, angular bulges of muscles. To Jodi’s horror, Candi breathed deeply, moaned, and those glutes vibrated with growth, surging larger than pumpkins, grotesquely huge.
“And my back,” Candi said as she flexed her huge meat wings. They grew wider as her back grew thicker. As Candi breathed deep, she moaned an “Unnnhhh…” Round meaty protrusions like apples danced and bulged larger, into cantaloupe-sized bulges in her back. Her lats grew outward, nearly covering her elbows. Her traps bunched and bloated higher, nearing the crest of her head.
Then Candi turned around. “You see, little one, it’s about WILL” she said as the sheer force of her words sent Jodi stumbling back.
Candi flexed her pecs mightily. They blasted into meat stacks thicker than phone books.
“Ah yess…” Candi moaned as she rolled her eyes back into her head and her thick pecs bulged and grew. Veins danced and thickened, and knotted bulges rumbled beneath the near translucent skin of her bulging pec shelf.
“You see, you always focused on beating ME” Candi said as she flexed her biceps. They bulged into mellon-sized masses, covered in thick blue veins.
“But I don’t care about YOU. Only ME.” She said as she focused once again, moaning as the mellon-sized fists of muscle beneath the skin of her triceps rumbled and surged with growth.
“All those times I bested you,” she said as she moved her focus to her abs. “Unnnghhh…” she moaned as her abs solidified and pulsed with growth, as her individual ab muscles bulged and surged like angry animals wrestling beneath her skin.
“It wasn’t about beating you. It was about me being better! Because I am better! I’m perfect!!” Candi said with narcissistic glee. Then she squatted, flexed her thighs, and squeeled a high pitched “Yessss…” as bulbous protrusions surged under the skin of her thighs and calves, cascading outward with rumbling, angry mass.
“And thanks to your little supplement, I’m going to be even more perfect!” she cried, standing tall.
Jodi could not believe her eyes. Standing in front of her was the most freaskishly, outrageously muscled person she could imagine. Candi raised her arms in a casual flex that rippled through her massive muscles. Jodi stared in awe.
Candi cried, “That’s right, loser. Look at me now. I’m a goddess!”
