As the girl’s cross country team took a turn on the path, Dennis realized he would have a decent shot of them. He could test out his camera and send the picture to his old coach for the school’s scrap book.
It was a cool day, so the girls all had on some type of long sleeve top or a light weight jacket. Some had on tights, but others were still wearing shorts. Most of them had their long hair tied in a pony tail that bobbed back and forth as they ran. The eight member team was small, but they were decent, and were looking to compete for the conference title.
As he waited for them to near, he had ample time to solidify his thoughts. What if the girls had just started weight lifting last year and on a lark decided to compete? With little competition and some strong desire, they wound up taking state. The fact that they finished higher than the boy’s team upset the lifting coach, who was also the boy’s football coach. This drove the girl’s to try harder and over the summer they had made vast improvements. Dennis’s fantasies ran deep and he had not just thought about the girls being state level girl power lifters, but growing rapidly toward world record holding muscle bulging super athletes. And he had drifted toward the word super. Even as the picture in the lens shifted around his thoughts, Dennis hardly noticed the image in his camera change as the girls were still over 70 yards away. If he did, he would have noticed the girl’s bodies morph with this thoughts.
Penny was the team captain and one of only two seniors on the team. She was 5 foot 2 and held the same build as the rest of the team. Thin, but fit with small breasts. The girls ranged in ages from 14 to 18, with the freshman twins taking the award for the team’s smallest at 4 foot 9 and 89 pounds. Of course the tallest girl was only 5 foot 6 and 120. Certainly not a stocky group.
But their bodies, muscles and strength were all much different in the picture as Dennis lined up the shot and finished his thoughts. The changes were recent and dramatic. And things were about to come to a head as the boys were growing very upset with what these once scrawny girls were accomplishing. And the girl’s were getting tired of the boys and the coach giving them grief. Before Dennis could finish the next scene in his head he concentrated on lining up the picture, not realizing the imagine forming in his camera. If he did, he would have noticed the bulging leg muscles, broad shoulders and tight jackets in the picture. Once the girl’s were close to him, he snapped the picture and smiled as he pulled the camera down.
Dennis turned before he noticed that the girls' pace had quickened. As reality took a spin, the girls didn’t even lose a stride as their bodies went through dramatic changes. As far as they knew, it was a cool day in the park on a hard 7 mile run. The girls continued to chat as if nothing new had happened. The legs of every girl now bulged larger than a top level fitness competitor and their biggest problem now was chafing of their highly developed inner thighs.
The jackets now had imprints on the back with state power lifting champions. Others had long sleeve t-shirts with cross country conference champions on them. Just like Dennis’s fantasy, these eight girls were not just growing toward world class power lifters, but were quickly becoming some of the best runners in the state, perhaps the nation.
As the girl’s turned toward school for the last mile, they picked up the pace faster than they were able to accomplish just days before. They were the defending conference cross country champions and were now heavily favored to repeat. Somehow they were becoming even faster and stronger the last few weeks. Stories were written about the Iron City girls team, but nobody could put their finger on why they were so good. The girl’s only knew one thing. The more they practiced the faster they became. And the more they lifted the stronger they became. Why these 8 girls were becoming so much faster and stronger was unknown to everybody.
As they charged into the front of the school, they all slowed to a stop in the parking lot near the gym, catching their breath and giving each other high fives.
Penny smiled at the rest of the girls. “Good work out everyone. I doubt the school records will survive another meet.”
Suzanne, the other senior and tallest at 5 foot 6, chuckled. “You mean the ones we already own?”
Kelly, a 5 foot four inch blonde haired knock out joined in the laughter. “And don’t you mean state records?”
Becky, one of the twins, wrinkled her brow. “Are we getting close to the national records now?”
Penny shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But enough about that. Let’s head in and lift some weights. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m feeling even stronger today than I felt yesterday! And if the boys are lifting today, it’s time to have a little chat.”
The other girls giggled and nodded their heads. They flexed their sizable biceps for each other, marveling at the newly developed muscles and the hardness that came with the growth.
The girls all followed Penny into the gym and around to the weight lifting area. Several football players were working out. They looked up nervously and angrily as the girl’s walked in. While Dennis’s picture was a boon to the girls, the boys were about to relinquish the part of jock rulers of the school. And they were none too happy about it. It was more than just a little disconcerting that a 5 foot two inch cross country girl was pound for pound stronger than any boy in school.
And this year has started off even worse for the boys. Over the summer, the girls were outdoing themselves nearly daily. The football coaches demanded drug tests even though the girls passed every one. By the end of the summer the girls were getting pissed. The boys weren’t subject to the same scrutiny, even though they suspected the boys were shooting up. This only drove the girls to work out harder.
Before the start of the school year doctors were brought in to examine them. How could all eight girls possibly be this strong, the football coach begged. And less than one month into new school year they were becoming stronger seemingly every day. That’s impossible, bellowed the coach! And to top it all off, their muscles, already larger than any other girl’s in school began growing bigger at an alarming rate as far as the coach was concerned. So the tests continued. And to make matters worse (for the coach anyway), just two days ago, the needles used to pull their blood out started breaking against seemingly hardening skin, which started making the girls realize that they were growing beyond the ordinary. And due to all of this, the girls had weeks ago stopped showing off in front of everyone, doing their lifting in private in order to hide their gains. If there was an audience, they maxed out on their old best lifts. This only backed the football coach off a little.
With the knowledge that they were now truly able to outdo the boys best lifts in every category, they weren’t going to take the abuse lightly. The harassment may have been coming from the coach, but it was the players who pushed for answers.
The girls all gave the football players a cold stare as Penny stopped at the edge of the hardcore lifting area that the football players had filled.
Time for a showdown.
Penny took off her jacket and the rest of the girls followed suit, leaving them all in their athletic bras or tank tops. And just like Penny had hoped, the boys all watched with horror. Every girl was bursting with hard, bulging, detailed muscles. Every chest pressed outward with rippling pectorals, every shoulder was broad, every back wide, every stomach sported no less than a 10 pack with pebble sized obliques running up their sides. Each leg was thick, every ass was hard and firm and every arm on their slight runners frame was stocked with more muscle than all but the biggest football players. And even those boys were in jeopardy. Penny turned to face the boys and with a mock yawn, pulled her arms up and finished with a double bicep pose that rocked their world. For the biceps that less than one month ago were hard 12 inch mounds of power were now 20 inches of rock hard might! And right on queue, each girl stared at the boys and flexed their own biceps. Every girl, including the “diminutive” twins was sporting biceps over 18 inches around! And if that weren’t enough, those same muscles pulsed with incredible energy and rapidly increasing strength.
“Suck it boys. You’re simply second rate compared to us. And you had better get used to it, because we’re on a roll! Our biceps have been growing a quarter inch bigger. Each. And. Every. Day.”
Juliet, the other twin, spoke up. “I grew half an inch after an intense session yesterday.”
Becky nodded her head. “Yeah, me too.”
Penny laughed. “You hear that boys, the 4 foot nine inch freshman girls added half an inch to the biceps just yesterday and are sporting…”
Both girls beamed with pride. “18 and half!”
Penny turned back toward the boys. “18 and half inch biceps. Face it, there isn’t a boy in school as strong as the smallest, weakest girl on our team! So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your coach to back off.”
Penny released her flex and the rest of the girls followed her lead. The boys all fumed, their faces turning red.
And as the girls released their awesome flexes, Penny smirked.
“So seeing as we’re the strongest in the school, get the hell off our machines!”
The rest of the girls stared at Penny with surprise. But as the boys all stood up, unwilling to believe Penny’s bold statement, the girls all smiled. The time for a showdown had finally arrived.
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