This choice: The girls transform themselves and the women in the gym into muscle-goddesses • Go Back...Chapter #6The girls transform themselves and the women in... by: WillyTheKid   They started with bicep curls. One of the lineman lifted some 150 pound dumbbells 20 times. His personal record.
Pam then picked up the weights and cranked the same 20 with ease.
“Oh. That was really good for a warm-up! Now let me do a set for you. Sara could you bring over those 275 pounders for me please?”
The football players snickered amongst each other, expecting her to hurt herself with such heavy weights. But Pam gripped the weights and lifted them each once, twice, three times, four, 20, 30, 40 times without any hint of fatigue! Their mouths dropped open!
Pam was about to put the weights back when Sara said, “Hey! It's my turn now!!”
Sara then persuaded to match her friend's feat, even adding one extra repetition to her set to egg on Pam.
“Oh so it's like that is it?”
“You better believe it sister!!”
So for the rest of the afternoon the contest continued. They girls would continually blow the football players out of the water by lifting double and sometimes even triple their best records with ease in the dead lift, bench-press, squats, and military press. Their final contest of the day was leg press. And their opponent was the same linebacker who started the whole thing. He got into the sled and had his buddies rack up 850 pounds. He took a deep breath and began to press the weights up for 15 reps. After he was done, he got off the sled and panted. Pam sat down in the sled and Sara sat down in the other. They began lifting the sleds and at the same time were hold a conversation about some dresses they wanted to buy. And to add insult to injury, Pam winked at her friend and they began lifting the weights with one leg and alternating on the way back up! Pam then told Roger to load up the sleds with 2400 pounds each. When they unlocked the sleds this time, Sara said, “Ooh! I can actually feel this now.”
“Yeah girl. Time to get serious and pump some real weights now!”
The two young muscle-women then began pressing the phenomenal weights for another 30 repetitions.
What the football players and their boyfriends hadn't noticed, was that lifting the heavy weights was causing them to grow even bigger than before. So when they locked in the sleds and stood to their now 6' 9” heights, all the guys on the floor gasped in amazement. Their biceps had jumped from a respectable 22 inches to well over 43 inches. Their thighs now measured nearly 64 inches around. Their backs looked as if they were wide enough to land jets on and their now massive pecs, in combination with their already humongous boobs were starting to fray the edges of their bikini tops. Their pendants even changed. They now read “Goddess”
“I think we've proven our point, don't you?” Sara asked as she bent down to look at the defeated young man. The football player looked down and stalked off angrily. Suddenly the entire room rippled and all the walls in the weight room were plastered with pictures of Pam and Sara. The reception area now contained two huge trophy cases that were dedicated to the twin female bodybuilding champions.
“Besides, I think your time is up now. The women's softball and field hockey teams look like they want to use the equipment.”
The field hockey team walked in the weight-room led by their captain “Big” Martha Stevens, an oxymoron seeing as Martha barely cracked the 5 foot mark. She walked over to the bench press bench and said, “Yeah. Would you mind? We're scheduled for this time now.”
The still angry player said, “Listen bitch. I'll move when I'm good and ready!”
Martha sighed. “Why do they always show up on my days in the gym?”
She then lifted the 375 pound barbell off the rack, her bicep bursting through the sleeve of her sweatshirt, and grabbed the rude young man by the throat. She barely registered any strain with either load.
“Look you jerk! My team and I have a REAL important match coming up. We need to train. So get the hell outta our way!”
Pam and Sara giggled as they watched their little sister pick up the foolish young man and throw him out the door like a bag of garbage. Martha then walked back towards them smiling, hr body slowly swelling beneath her clothes as she grew to her 6 foot, 2 inch height.
“Hey Martie!!” Sara said as she hugged the young girl.
“Can you believe the nerve of that guy? Trying to kick me out of OUR family's gym? How'd he even get IN here in the first place?”
“The school begged dad to let the football team work out here to get ready for the new season.” Pam said.
“Really? The college's weight room is so pathetic they had to send their players to a WOMEN's gym?”
“Apparently so. I mean have you taken a look at those guys? They're pathetic looking. I don't even know why the school is trying to even field a football team. Those guys are waaaay too skinny to step on a football field.”
The three girls looked outside at the guy that Martha had just thrown out. She had to suppress a giggle as the boy's hard, muscular body withered into a stick figure like frame. He was even skinnier than he was as a child!
“Seriously though. The school shouldn't embarrass those guys like that. Everyone KNOWS our school has the top-rated women's athletic department in the country! I mean, let's even consider Mrs. Bayfield”, Sara said, speaking of their English Lit professor who had just walked through the door, “She's got to be pushing at least 60 and she's waay bigger than those guys.”
“I'm only 58 thank you very much Sara.” Mrs. Bayfield replied, “And you're quite right. This school is ranked #1 for women's sports. I used to be quite the field athlete here in my day. But I doubt I'm that strong anymore. I only come in here to workout a little. Keep myself from getting soft.”
She then grabbed the collar of her sweatshirt and tried to pull over her head. She ended up ripping it open instead. She then sighed in exasperation, and ripped it completely off exposing her thick powerful pecs encased in her barely adequate sports bra and her 19 ½ inch biceps. She then called over to Marcus.
“Marcus sweetie, could you load up the bench press bar for me please?”
“How much today?”
“I'm feeling kind of adventurous today. 275 should be fine.”
“Sure thing, grandma.”
“So Mrs. Bayfield, are you still thinking about defending your Masters' bodybuilding title again this year?”
“I'd love to but I don't have that kind of time!! My class load is full this year!! Besides, the bodybuilding commission is too scared to let me compete in the men's division where I belong! It's boring beating the same skinny old women every year! I need a challenge. So until they get their heads out of their asses, I'll stick to molding and shaping impressionable young minds and my own body.”
“Yeah, you're probably right ma'am.”
“Anyway ladies I'm off. And one more thing before I go. Sara, for heaven's sakes, please take it easy with my grandson! Just because he inherited his grandpa's huge muscles and mega dick, he thinks he can handle anything. I'm nearly 3 times his age and he couldn't beat me wrestling if his life depended on it! You're a young muscle-goddess. You and your sister and already over 7 feet and still haven't even grown to your full strength yet! I want my great grand kids to have their mother and their father. Please!!”
Sara giggled. “I'll try to control my self Mrs. Bayfield.”
The old lady laughed. “You do that.”
As Mrs. Bayfield walked away Roger approached rolling a hand-cart stacked with boxes.
“Hey girls. Looks like your mom's new super-protein shakes just arrived.”
“Wow Pam! I didn't think mom would be able to crack the formula, that fast!”
“Why shouldn't she Martie? Mom DOES have two Ph. D's in Biochemistry and Genetic Engineering as well as being the world's foremost expert of women's physiology.”
“What's really amazing is how she was able to continue doing her research while coaching Pam and I to our third Ms. Teen Olympia championship victories back when we were in high school.”
“Roger sweetie, is there enough to share with everyone in the gym?”
“Of course! This just what I brought in through the front door just now.”
Pam's eyes flashed again and there was a can of the shake in every woman's gym bag.
“Free sample everybody! Drink up!”
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