“Eww what the fuck are you!” Chad recoils at the sight of Tiffany.
“She probably wants to be a MAN HA HA HA!” One of his entourage says.
“Something is fucking wrong with your head, what makes you think someone would enjoy looking at your ugly ass, nice tits though. Get out of my way you freak you're going to make me puke! Chad and his entourage move on. Tiffany was stunned, usually she would have a nasty response but now, nothing. Then it happened, she clenched her fist hard and felt as her rage was building up in her. She started almost getting red of rage. How fucking dare he call me, she thought gritting her teeth. I’ll fucking show him a real freak, a fucking MONSTER. I will punch him so hard he will puke up his fucking intestines. I will “argh” I WILL FUCKING SHOW HIM! She thought shaking with rage and went to the dressing room with hard steps. She picked up her phone up and texted Becca. DROP wat u are doing and get to the gym NOW!!!
Tiffany was full of rage, it would be some time before Becca's gets there but Tiffany really needed to let out some steam. She grabs hold of a bench and lifts it over hand, growling as she does it. After pumping her muscles up she starts getting irritated again. This bench is too fucking light she thinks and she throws it against a wall, shattering it. She punches a locker, denting it without feeling any pain. She huffs loudly as she eyes a section of benches and hooks hammered down to the floor and wall. She wraps her hands around it and pulls. She doesn't feel it give and puts all her strength into it. She is shaking with the force, pulling with all her might. She hears how the wood in the bench start to crack but the metals lock keeps it in place.
“F-f-ffffuck mother-f-ff-fucker!” She growls as she does one last pull. But then the doors are open and Becca appears in the doorway.
“Hey you wanted something WHAT THE HELL!?” Becca looks in horror at the the broken bench and dented locker door. Tiffany lets go of the bench and rises up, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down.
“T-Tiffany a-are you alright?” Tiffany turns around still breathing heavily.
“I want *pant* you to blast *pant* me with that toy again.”
“Sure I-I-I got it here but are you..”
“NO BUTS JUST DO IT I FUCKING DEMAND IT!” Tiffany yelled aggressively.
“OKAY! Holy shit...ready?”
“JUST DO IT NOW!”
Becca squeezed the trigger and the same light bright green ray engulfed Tiffany's body.
“Oh FUCK YEAH I can already FEEL it’s w-working!? Oh GOD!” Tiffany felt how her every muscle seemed to explode. She wanted to buckle down on the ground in pain, but her rage keep her up. She tried controlling it stiffening her whole body while clenching her eyes in concentration. She felt her body shake violently and how her clothes began to become dangerously tight. “Y-YEAH GIVE I-IT ALL TO M-ME M-MORE!! MORE!!” Rips was heard from her clothes and she chose to flex her whole body. “AHHHHH!” The clothes explored of her. Her big expanding tits burst free. She felt how she quivered and quaked with power right into her bones. Soon the experience ended as fast as it began. She open her eyes and looked down at her arms, still breathing heavily from her growth. It was like her arms was overflowing with muscles. She looked up at Becca who was staring with a open mouth in shock at Tiffany. Tiffany looked around and and ran to the closet mirror, she felt that her steps felt heavier than usual.
Tiffany was in shock when she saw herself. Firstly she was too wide to fit in the mirror, forcing her to shift around to get a full picture. Secondly she was pumped, like completely stacked with muscles. Every muscle from her abs, arms to thighs and shoulders was protruding violently out of her body, her skeleton seem too small to handle the amount of muscles. Her abs some a pack of protruding bricks harder than steel, she concluded as she torch them. Her thighs was probably wider than somebody's torso, it was a wonder she could still walk. Calf the size of thighs, shoulders the size of basketballs . Bicep and triceps the size of footballs. This was all relaxed when she flex it seem to double in size! Breast the size of someone's head. She was taller too.
Tiffany seductively licked her lips and smirked arrogantly she turn around and with heavy steps went to the locker and without skipping a beat she punched the locker like she did before but this time she smashed right through it. The bang was loud enough to wake Becca from her trace. Tiffany continue smashing the locker and ripping of its doors. Finally she griped the whole locker section and pulled, ripping it of its foundation. Becca was forced to duck to not be hit by it. Tiffany pulled her hands together and the sounds of whining metal filled the room. Tiffany quickly got bored and smashed the remains on the floor. She pick up some of the ripped out locker doors and threw them at a nearby wall. They digged into it got stuck. Tiffany focused her gaze downwards to the bench she tried to lift up everlier. With heavy steps she went to it, her shadow almost covering it all. She grip it firmly, hear the wood already start to splinter. This was all turning her on very much. With one hard pulled she felt it start to give and with a second she ripped lose. She lifted it up and pulled her arms inwards. Breaking the bench in two and throwing them against a wall, shattering them both.
“Get the tape, I wanna know how tall i am!” Tiffany order Becca behind her.
“O-o-okay!
“You're 6... 6‘7”! And it look like you weigh over 300 pounds?! Becca said in shock as she tries to read scale.
“Sure fucking feel like it!” Tiffany said while looking at her mirror image.
“Listen up! I got some unfinished business to do and YOU better do some more work on that gun.” Tiffany said stepping down from the scale.
“Are you sure? Don’t you need some clothes, you're naked you know? Becca respond as Tiffany want one of the ripped open lockers and retrieves a very large football jersey and shorts. She takes them on but they are very tight, especially around her chest area. So tight you could make out almost all her individual muscles.
“That looks really tight, want me to found a bigger pair? Becca said looking over Tiffany clothes that was just waiting to explode.
“Yeah do that now, get moving, oh and don’t enter the gym it could get a little rough.” She said and went through the door sideways, too wide for the door, to the gym area.
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