This choice: Tommy uses the wand to get Melita buffed up and then uses it on himself. • Go Back...Chapter #5Tommy uses the wand to get Melita buffed up and... by: WillyTheKid   "So what's it like being the little brother of the strongest woman on the planet?" Melita asked as they walked over to an empty pec deck machine.
"It's not always what it's cracked up to be. I get teased alot because people say Julie's a monster or a freak. So I sometimes get into alot of fights trying to defend her honor. The fun part of that however is since I'm her favorite brother, when she hears I get into fights she gets REALLY pissed. So she finds whoever it was and pounds them into the ground. On the other hand, some people want to know how come she's the super-strong, muscular one in the family and no one else is. So it goes both ways."
"Okay. So how is it that-"
"The answers is no one has figured it out yet. The only thing we can guess is that somewhere along the line one of the women in our family was a cave-woman or a barbarian, some kind of female warrior. And it finally showed up in Julie's genes."
"Okay no more questions, let's just work out."
"Cool."
"I've never done anything like this before. Is it hard?" Melita asked as she pressed her arms against the pads and gripped the handles.
"Well, not really. Jules and I were doing a couple sets just before we saw you guys."
"Ugh!! Hello? You're a boy and she's a muscle-woman!!"
"Just give it a shot. You might surprise yourself." Melita tried to move the weights but they wouldn't budge.
"How much weight is on this thing?"
"About 175 lbs."
"What??? Are you out of your mind? That's more than I weigh!! I can't move that!!"
"Why don't you give it one more try? Jules always told me that when you start with any new machine the first couple tries are always the hardest."
"Okay but please lower the weight for me. It's too much!!"
Tommy bent down and pretended to lower the weights but instead pulled out the wand and touched it to the machine. The energy transferred up the cables and down to Melita. And even to Tommy's surprise the numbers on the weight all doubled to the point where the stack started at 20 lbs. and ended at 800!! Melita felt a tingle surge through her body and her strength and energy begin to soar.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. I guess so." Melita began doing the press once again, "See? I told you I couldn't - should've worn a looser shirt when I was doing chest exercises. It seems like my boobs always get bigger when I work out!! You have the stack set at 250 right?"
"Yup. Just where you like it."
"Thanks baby. Let me bang off this set so you can have a turn."
Melita proceed to use the pec deck machine, inhaling and exhaling with every move. And true to her word, every time she inhaled her boobs seemed to swell an inch or two bigger. Soon her shirt was pulled drum tight against her expanding chest. That was soon replaced by a snapping and popping sound as her pecs began forcing their way out. With her 30th and final repetition, the shirt could no longer take the strain and ripped neatly and noisily down the front. As this was not an uncommon occurrence in that gym or in particular for her, everyone stopped what they ere doing, looked over at her and applauded. Thankfully she had the presence of mind to wear a sports bra under her shirt or she would've flashed everyone in the room.
"I wish my mom would stop buying me these cheap cotton shirts! They always rip apart when I start doing any heavy workouts!!"
"Well babe. Why don't you buy some better shirts yourself with your prize money? "You ARE still the reigning Miss Teenage Iron-pumping, Karate, Kick-boxing, Wrestler USA aren't you?"
"Well yeah, but I need that money to buy my supplements and stuff. They don't come cheap you know!!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get your big butt up so I can do my set."
Melita got up and stood to her now 5 foot 11 inch height, her now EE cup boobs stretching her sports bra to its limits. She then turned around and stared at her behind.
"Do you really think my butt's getting big?"
"Yes, it's huge. But I like it that way. So move!!" Tommy replied, slapping her on her rock hard backside. Melita giggled and began doing her stretches while Tommy did his set.
After she was finished, She went to the curl bench and got the bar off. She loaded the bar with 225 lbs. Satisfied with the weight, she sat down and began doing her curls. She gritted her teeth and lifted and lifted and lifted. After a while she set the bar down and let out a breath of exhaustion. She stretched out her arms and smiled with satisfaction and the cantaloupe sized mounds that bulged up from her arm. She decided to do one last set to make them swell even huger. She got up and went to the weight rack to load up the bar with another 100 lbs. of steel. She sat down once again and began to curl, groaning from the burning pain in her muscles. By the time she got to 10 reps, she felt as if someone was shoving red-hot needles into her arms. But she received her reward as her biceps had swelled even larger and were criss-crossed by thick bulging veins.
By this time Tommy had finished his pec deck exercise and decided to use the bench press bench. He was deep into his workout when he saw one of the gym regulars go over to Melita and begin chatting with her while she put away her weights.
"So darling why don't you let me buy you dinner. Feed that growing body of your's?"
"Sorry mister. I'm not interested."
"C'mon don't be like that? I came on too strong. Is that it?"
"Well, yes, but I'm here with my boyfriend." Melita said, pointing to Tommy who was still on the bench listening and watching what was going on.
"Why would you want to be with that shrimpy little punk?"
"Because he's a total gentleman and by the way - "
<FLASH!!>
"I don't think he'd take too kindly to you calling him shrimpy. Tommy?"
"Yeah babe. What's up?" Tommy said, as he racked the 650 lb. weight for the last time and stood up.
Tommy's 6 foot 4 inch body towered over most of the other people in the gym save for his Amazon sister. They shared the same trait making it a breeze to pack muscle onto his 295 lb. frame. He sauntered over to Melita and stood by her side.
"T-Tommy Parker is your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, that'd be me. And you are?" Tommy said, extending his hand. and tapping Melita on the shoulder with the wand.
"I would be leaving. Nice to meet you Tommy and sorry to have bothered you miss." the guy said, and he stared the now 6 foot 1 Melita in her eyes and trying not to stare at the 3 inch rip that had formed in the front of her sports bra to accommodate her huge heaving breasts.
When the guy left, Tommy said, "You really need to stop wearing such tight stuff to the gym Mel. You know full well how big and how fast you grow when you're getting ready for competition."
"Oh so that was my fault? I did see you complaining when my mom let you wait up in my room while I changed to come here today!!"
"Well....that was a nice view...."
"You are such a perv Tommy Parker. Now give me a kiss."
Tommy lifted the ebony muscle girl into his arms and kissed her. <RIIIIIPPP!!!>
"Tommy, do you feel a draft?" Melita asked, her lips still pressed against his.
"No but I feeling alot more of you than I should've."
"I don't want these people to see my boobs!"
"Got an idea. Wrap your legs around me and I'll carry you to the locker room and you can put on my sweatshirt.
He toted the teen muscle-woman to the women's locker room entrance and pulled the sweatshirt out his bag and draped it over her front. She leaped off of him and dashed into the room to change. A few minutes later. She came out covered, her dignity restored. They then walked hand in hand back to the juice bar to sit with Julie and Crystal.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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