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Here's a short story I wrote about a super-strong guy and his friend. No sex. I just wanted to focus on the super-strength feats of this guy. I added a few illustrations to help you visualize it. I hope you enjoy it. I have a couple more chapters. If anyone is interested, I can post them too. bb My Friend Pete — Chapter 1 I’ve known Pete for as long as I can remember. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, hung out after school…we pretty much did everything together. We were both athletic, so we spent a lot of time playing sports, any kind of sports, it didn’t matter. Pete was a natural and usually beat me when we went one on one. He was a nice guy though, and he never made me feel bad, even when he handily slammed my hand to the table while arm wrestling, which happened often. Everyone liked Pete and Pete liked everyone, almost. The only ones who Pete didn’t like were the bullies. He really hated it when he saw someone picking on a smaller kid, but unlike most kids, he did something about it. Even in grammar school he would teach the older kids a lesson if he saw them giving a smaller kid a hard time. The bullies quickly learned to avoid him or get the crap kicked out of them. I said he was athletic, but did I mention he was strong too. He had no problem lifting heavy objects and could beat anyone in any test of strength, even the older kids. I’ve always known he was strong, but I didn’t know just how strong he was. I mean he could beat up anyone in our school if someone was foolish enough to pick a fight with him, but it always looked like he was just a little stronger than his opponent. But more about this later. When we got to high school we both went out for wrestling. Lucky for me, I was in different weight classes; otherwise I would always be second place. Even as a freshman, I could beat anyone else on the wrestling team, except Pete. He was in a league of his own. Between the two of us, we carried our team to the state championships four years in a row. Pete was average size for his age, but even when he was young he was solid muscle. As he grew older he developed a lean athletic physique, not huge like a bodybuilder, but more like a gymnast or a physique model. He sported a solid 8-pack, well defined legs, nice peaked biceps and one of the most perfectly shaped triceps I’ve ever seen. His thick pecs were balanced by his rounded delts and his lats gave him that V-shape that says “this guy’s in shape.” I was fairly well built myself. I was a few inches taller than Pete and had about 30 pounds on him, but was not as ripped and definitely not as strong. Now here we are, starting our freshman year in college and we are still best friends. We are roommates of course, and work out together in the gym. He would push me to lift more than my previous best, but then lift just a little bit more than me. It was frustrating at times, since it seemed like I could never catch up to him, no matter how hard I tried. But as I said, he never rubbed it in, just encouraged me to keep working at it. As I said, I always knew he was strong, but I guess I never realized just how strong he was, until I saw something I still have trouble believing. We were working out late one night. There was one other guy in the gym, a big bodybuilder lifting some serious weights, when I heard this loud crash. Pete and I looked over to see that one of the machines broke loose from the wall and fell on top of him. He was lying there, unconscious under hundreds of pounds of weights and the twisted metal frame of the machine. Pete ran over and lifted the entire machine, weights and all, up and off the guy. I was staring at this in awe, unable to move, until Pete yelled at me to pull him out. That snapped me out of it and I dragged him out from under the mess. Once the still unconscious bodybuilder was clear of the mess, Pete let it back down. He then called 911 while I was still standing there in shock and disbelief. I’d heard of people performing incredible feats of strength when faced with life and death situations, but I never thought I would see it in real life. While we were waiting for the paramedics to arrive, Pete told me not to say anything about him lifting the machine and he would explain it to me later. We agreed to say the machine knocked him out but we were able to slide him out from under it. Everyone believed it, since no one would expect that the two of us, let alone one of us, could have lifted it off the guy. When we got back to our dorm, I confronted him, “What the hell dude!? How did you lift all that weight?” Pete sat me down and explained, “I’ve always been super strong. I always held back so no one would think I was a freak or be afraid of me. Haven’t you noticed that I’ve always been just a little bit stronger than my opponent? No matter how big or strong they were?” I thought for a moment, “Hmm, now that you mention it. I guess that was a bit strange. So how did you get so strong?” “I don’t know. Even as a toddler I was strong. As I grew up I tested myself when no one was around and as I got older, I kept getting stronger. I haven’t found something I couldn’t lift in quite a while. You gotta promise me not to tell anyone. OK? If it got out just how strong I am, I’d probably end up in some lab undergoing test after test. I don’t want to be some guinea pig. Promise me, OK!” “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Dude, we’ve been friends forever. I’d do anything for you. You know that. Your secret’s safe with me.” “Thanks pal. Uh, this isn’t going to change anything between us, is it? I mean you’re my best friend and I don’t want that to change. You’re not freaked out or afraid of me are you?” I responded, “Freaked out…maybe a little. No maybe a lot. But afraid of you? Hell no! Face it, if you were going to hurt me, you had plenty of opportunities to do it by now. No Dude, we’re good.” After a short pause I added, “So Pete, just how strong are you?” “Well, you saw me lift that weight machine. I can lift a lot more than that. Watch this.” Pete then grabbed one leg of the bed I was sitting on and lifted it and me with one hand. I could see the muscles in his arm and chest tense as he lifted. His biceps jumped up into a solid ball and the muscles on his forearm were writhing like snakes, but he wasn’t even struggling. Later that week we went to an old junk yard that was no longer in use, but still had some old wrecks. I really wanted to see just how strong he was. When we got there the gate was locked, but with a twist of his wrist, he broke the heavy duty padlock off like it was a piece of plastic. The place was littered with wrecks and a smell of motor oil permeated the air. We looked around and I saw the back of a cement truck lying on its side. Pointing at the truck I said, “Ok Herc, let’s see you lift that.” “You got it!” He pulled off his shirt, revealing his ripped muscular torso. He walked over to the truck, sized it up, and positioned himself on the side of the mixer part and began pushing it. His triceps bulged out from his arms and his delts looked like they were going to explode. At first his feet began to sink into the ground, but then he found his footing and the huge cement mixer moved up until the truck rolled over onto what was left of its wheels. “No dude. I said lift it.” “Cool it, Jack. I’m getting to that.” He then grabbed the back of the truck and curled it a couple of times. His biceps bulged into huge round, hard balls of muscle with each rep. He then lifted it above his head showing the horseshoe shape of his flexed triceps. He then walked to the center of the truck, squatted down to balance it above his head and lifted it off the ground. Every muscle in his body was rippling and bulging, creating an incredible display as he held this truck above his head. Then to show off a bit, he presses the truck for ten reps before tossing it aside with a loud crash. “Holy shit, dude! That was insane!” Pete gave me a shit-eating grin and said, “But wait, there’s more!” We then walked over to a pile of steel bars and pipes. He sifted through the pile until he found a bar about 1 inch thick, 2 inches wide, and 3 feet long. He grabbed hold of it with his hands about 2 feet apart and held it in front of him. He looked like he was using one of those spring loaded chest exercisers, but this was no spring. His chest and arms suddenly tensed, showing striations of each of the muscles of his chest and arms. As the bar started to bend his chest began to swell and his arms were bulging with muscles I didn’t know existed. In less than a minute the bar was bent into a U shape. He then places his palms on the outside and flexed his chest. His pecs popped out even further and the striations were insane, as he pressed the two ends together. When he was done he handed me the bar. It was heavy and solid. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t bend it at all. What was even more amazing is you could see the indentation of his fingers in the bar where he gripped it. “So, what do you think? Have you seen enough to convince you?” I replied, “What, are you kidding. I want to see more. What else can you do?” Pete looked around and spotted a big chunk of concrete, about the size of a small file cabinet. He went over and picked it up easily, even though it must have weighed about 700 pounds! Although, I shouldn’t have been surprised, after seeing him lift that cement truck. He then wrapped his arms around it as if he was going to bear hug it, and began to squeeze. Again his muscles tensed and began to swell until I heard this cracking sound. At first a few chips of concrete fell from around his arms and then it broke in half. Two large chunks and lots of smaller pieces fell to the ground. I stood there in awe, with my mouth hanging open. Pete then said, “Now watch this,” as he picked up one of the pieces about the size of a baseball. He held it in one hand and squeezed it. The muscles in his forearm looked like living cables, moving and bulging as he squeezed, until the chunk was crushed into powder. He then looked around a spotted a length of tow chain lying on the ground. He picked it up and wrapped it around his upper arm twice. He then held the ends in his other hand, clamping the chain tight around his extended upper arm. With a smile he slowly bent his arm at the elbow. I could see his biceps pushing against the doubled up chain. As he continued to flex his biceps I could see the links stretching until one could no longer hold on and the chain snapped. “Ok, that’s enough for tonight.” Pete said, “I have an exam in the morning that I don’t want to blow.” I reluctantly agreed and we headed back to the dorm. I was up half the night thinking about the power that it took to perform those feats. All these years I knew he was strong, but I never dreamed he was that strong. My best friend and roommate was a real live superman!

Thought id write a quick story to get myself back into this before I continue "in league with satan" , but it turned into a to parter, so one more part of this to come As always very happy to hear criticisms and advice The Strongman By Shinji86 I don't usually go to events by myself, especially not porn expos, but there I was. When your two favourite pornstars are going to be there, and their porn is the closest thing you’ve come to a relationship in three years, you do funny things. Walking through the expo hall, stalls that had dragon-shaped dildos, shibiri classes and phallic-shaped cakes, I laugh to myself on how desperate I am to be here. I, looking to have two seconds and a picture with Jessie Lee and Angela White like it's gonna fulfil me or something. I waited an hour and a half, and my fleeting time with them ended in a heartbeat. I got the pictures on my phone to celebrate the occasion, but after looking at them I was starting to realise how lonely and in a mess I am. As I walk through the hall towards to exit I am in a complete stupor, seeing all these bbl, fake-tittied baddies and jacked men in these baths selling photos and signature dildos and pocket pussies I just want to crawl back into my bed, log onto PornHub and be in my safety bubble. My attention quickly gets hit by a sign in front of one the side rooms, which reads “XXX SIDESHOW- all the carny classics, with a spicy edge!!!”. This is the first thing that has tweaked my interest since seeing the fourth stall claiming to “keep you hard all night”. As I walk into the dimly lit room I can hear cheers and the verse of Cherry Pie by Warrant, a lil cliche but let's keep an open mind. As I make my way around the raised seating I am confronted but a busty Thai trans girl firing ping pong balls at targets at alarming speed. I stand semi shock, partly by the bright lights on the stage in contrast to the darkness of the rest of the room, and partly by the accuracy of each shot into targets metres away. “Excuse me sir” I hear taking me out of my stupor. “Oh sorry, what was that” I say not taking my eyes off the spectacle “I was saying that if you are going to stay for the show could you please take a seat in the stand please, you are in people's way” a twenty-something usher says to me in an annoyed tone “Oh ok, so sorry,” I say, quickly walking up the stairs to where I find a seat. As the final chorus rings out the ladyboy shoots a projectile the size of a wine bottle about five metres through a flaming hoop, popping the crowd, and receiving lots of applause. As she stands up, a tattooed-up blonde bimbo in a bikini, thigh-high boots and a top hat appears. “Please give it up to Cherry, the human cannon” the babe announces as Cherry takes her bow to a chorus of applause and cheers. “ And now for the final member of our squad, we have our strongman. Hailing from the eastern block, this man is one of the most powerful humans on the planet. Please welcome the Belarusian powerhouse, Alexi” she yells out, outlandish tits bouncing as she hypes the crowd up. A massive cloaked figure walks out to the soundtrack of Straus’ “Also Sprach Zarathustra”. He stops upon reaching the centre of the stage, and the stage lights dim to just a spotlight. As the song reaches the big crescendo he throws the robe off, revealing one of the most insanely developed bodies I've ever seen hitting one of the most impressive double bi poses in history. Alexi wears only army boots, leather wrist shackles and the most impossibly stretched-out black posing strap I have ever seen. It looks like he is smuggling the world's biggest cucumber down there. The crowd is in stunned silence at the pure size of this Belarusian god as he hits the most herculean front lad spread known to man. The continental plates you could call pecs striating slightly, abs vacuumed in, traps pushing his ears. The unreal-sized delts nearing the size of a normal mortal's head. His fingers latched and pulled up the tortured material around his manhood, which was being pushed forward by the freak show that is his quads. “Alexi stands at six foot four and weighs 210kg at around 10% body fat. His arms stretch the tape at a monstrous 28 inches, his chest a godly 65 inches, and quads that are an insane 44 inches, 4 inches bigger than his waist, but this is far from his most extreme body part” the slutty ring leader announces, “please Alexi show the people what they are here for” Alexi flexes the front lat spread, but this time his abs flex harder, and his posers start to stretch and distort more, then after a few seconds the fabric finally gives out, and the most developed cock you have ever seen in your life is out in all its glory, the crowd erupts. “Alexi has the world's biggest natural cock in the world and has used a secret Eastern European training method to get it there. As such has gained not only many inches in length and girth but also insane muscle control and strength in it and surrounding muscles” the busty ringmaster says, while devouring it with her eyes “13.5 inches in length, 8.5 inches in girth while soft, and this is just the beginning, this man is a grower” Nearly as soon as she finished the sentence Alexi starts flexing, striations showing all over his groin, bouncing the cock, pushing blood into the love muscle. Hands free his cock swells and rises, like the amazing monolith it is. Once it passed 90 degrees, the level of development becomes apparent, the separation between the different parts of the cock is incredible, together looking like a contest lean bodybuilder quad. As it rose inch by inch, the veins blowing up bigger, an intricate web of finger-thick vines wrapping the god cock. As the fist-sized head reaches in between his pecs, he flexes harder, getting the meat to meet his body with a satisfying thwack. Alexi lets out a deep guttural moan as a bead of pre cum leaks from the piss slit and rolls down the pillar, the crowd collectively gasp and moan at the same time, witnessing a true freak show. My cock is so fucking hard, as hard as I was meeting Jessie Lee an hour before. “Ohhh….oh…. I mean, give it up for Alexi everyone, 24 inches long and 17 inches in circumference. He brings a new meaning to being a grower” the bimbo moaned nearly drooling at the magnificent monolith. She wasn’t the only one mystified, as the crowd noticed what she had said, coming out of a trance and bursting into rawkus cheers, screams and whistles. It was about this time that I noticed I was hard as fuck, which has never happened to me before looking at a man, but this was a god, radiating pure sex and power. Now it was time for the real show to start. As the crowd quieted down the ringmaster got back on the mic. “Alexi is one of the strongest humans on earth, but this is a sex expo and a xxx show. No one is here to see or hear about deadlifts or squats. Let's get started” she exclaimed, seeming almost giddy. She approached Alexi, devouring him like a snack with her eyes. “Now you are about to witness the most unique strength display you’ll ever see. Alexi’s cock is stronger than 90% of men in this crowd, but before he can show it he needs a warm-up” she says, as she passes her mic to an assistant. What happened next was something I've only seen in drawings on Rule 34. Alexi, completely hands-free lowered his fuck stick til it was 90 degrees again, yet still completely engorged still. The ringmaster approached him, the assistant brought a small step ladder which she climbed up. Putting her hand on Alexi’s shoulder, she threw her leg over his cock like she was getting onto a motorbike. She sat on his fuck muscle with a small moan, eyes slightly rolling for a second. The cock did not waiver at all, taking the weight like she was nothing. My cock was now the hardest I've ever felt it. The Belarusian beast whispered something into her ear, and her nod prompted him to start lifting his monster up and down. My mouth went dry watching what was up to that point the most obscene and sexual thing I'd ever seen. The ring slut was enjoying the ride, which started in a smooth slow up and down, but as he started to raise the speed you could visibly see the cock getting a pump. The head flared more, veins pumping bigger, one of which went directly under the bimbo's pussy. She was moaning louder and louder as the speed picked up, all while Alexi showed no signs of exertion, bar a sly smile and a little glob of pre-starting to roll out the tip. The sounds of moans were loader and loader until the crescendo, where she started screaming “FUUUUCCCCK, FUUUUCCCKKKK, YOU BIG COCK MOTHER FUUUUUU I’M CUUUMMMMOINNNNGGG” and as she went limp for a second, having to grab on the head of his cock to stop her falling off. I now noticed that she wasn’t the only one moaning, the whole crowd where caught up in the sexist show of power they had ever witnessed. As the ringmaster started getting her wits about her, Alexi grabbed her around the waist, his hands nearly meeting and lifted her off the herculean rod, placed her on the ground, and gave her a deep kiss. “Oh my, uhhhh. Give it up for that ladies and gents” she said breathlessly. “As I said though, that was just a warm-up, you are in for the real show now” Other built men started bringing out a trolled that was loaded with plates, my mind an absolute wash, not quite digesting what I was witnessing. It was about this time that I had noticed I had cum in my pants, but I was still steel hard, anticipating what was to come.

First chapter of the story in which you are going to help Sonja work on her mega shredded, rippling with muscle mass pectorals till she or you can't no more... ___________________________________________________________________________________ I descended to our basement gym, anticipating to see Sonja. Images of her brutally muscular physique have been running over my head the whole day. We’ve been dating for almost three months and I simply couldn’t think about anything else rather than this young beautiful muscle beast. Being in her 20s, Sonja has taken quest for bodybuilding perfection into completely otherworldly level, and I was lucky to be a part of this process. From the veryfirst days she has totally blown my mind by her torturous workouts and mega-raw, neverending training sessions. She loved me to watch her gut-wrenching sets of absolutely impossible reps with really insane amounts of weight, which usually made me doubting her very humanity, as well as admiring her cosmic will power. Will power that allowed Sonja to pack and stuff her body with utterly unbelievable amounts of pure, undiluted muscle mass. She always was more than happy when I had a chance to assist her in those agonizing training sessions, which intensified progressively; especially in the last weeks she started to ask me to push her further, way over the limits, and demanded more and more from all the huge she-beef she has packed. I found it extremely erotic and couldn’t agree more in providing her some additional motivation, watching and admiring Sonja sculpting her body bigger, harder, and more unnaturally, disturbingly ripped and strong in her insane pursuit of monstrous muscle mass and strength. This time, after noticing my presence in the gym, Sonja let go of the bar for pull-ups, landed heavily on the concrete floor and dismounted two heavy kettlebells from her waist. My eyebrows jumped up as I read the marks “50-kg” engraved on each of the heavy pieces of iron. “Gawd, that’s one hundred kilos you’ve been hanging with…”, I exclaimed in awe. My admiration always has been the best way to say hi. I looked straight at her. Sonja’s bulging frame was only covered by a very thin black thongs and yellow sports bra, and it was painfully stretched by her rhythmically heaving up and down massive pectoral pistons. They sheer volume seemed to be close to the size of those two heavy kettlebells! Her young beautiful face was largely contrasting with the massive radiating musculature most world class bodybuilders would die for. Taking time to reply with the look full of determination and after-workout exhaustion, Sonja was just gazing upon her impossibly shredded body in the mirrored wall. And I could read in those lovely eyes how every copious, overdeveloped fibre of Sonja's being, the very core of her existence and will power, was singularly focused on bulking up her young body with as much abnormally huge, vein-popping muscle she-beef as possibly. And then… even more… “Hi sweetie”, Sonja voice was soft like silk as she continued nonchalant “Not just hanging… I needed… some extra weight for my warm-up set of pull-ups…”, she licked her lips still starring at the muscle goddess in the mirror with the look full of insatiable addiction for more and more ridiculous muscle mass. I found it extremely erotic how Sonja openly lusted after her own monstrous musculature. She then brought her arms up into a skin-bursting double biceps pose and those bloated, awesomely engorged slabs of muscles solidified into a screaming flex. Football-sized bulges grew upward, and horseshoe-masses grew downward. Her arms inflated to well over twenty-two inches of vascular, hard beef. As Sonja held the flex, she finally turned to me. Gawd, how stunning her physique was with all the insane erupting muscle mass. “Glad you made it today honey… because this time… I want you to help me and push these babies really, really hard…”, Sonja sensually caressed her quivering biceps tops with her own fingers, then uncurled her arms and brought them up again, flexing harder. This time I noticed an apple-sized bulges bloated on top of her already huge biceps, pushing her fingers apart and meaning she has developed peaks on top of her biceps peaks!; her upper body was nothing far from a bulging muscular Adonis. Then Sonja released her double biceps flex and crunched her abs, which exploded into a stack of billiard-balls-sized bulges, complemented on each side by super defined striated serratus and obliques. With her eyes on me she held the flex and grunted slowly, “I am ready… to go truly hardcore for you today…”, she crunched more and billiard-balls-sized bulges grew into ripe-orange-sized ones! Another crunch and finger-sized veins appeared on each of them. In awe I watched how Sonja’s waist expanded by inches due to the increasing girth of her abdominal wall. I swear I could let my pinkie finger fully disappear in the depth between those insanely shaped abs-cubes! “Gnnhhaaa…”, hell knows how has she developed those huge, killing abdominal cubes. While my brain was processing this fact, and to my great shock, she suddenly grunted louder, crunched forward more and her black, lacy thong sprang up, being pushed by yet another pair of lower abdominals! “Gawd… your abs… never seen them so big…”, I mumbled to myself. Sonja only smiled, licked her lips again and whispered sensually, “Yess… I know… I’ve worked really hard on them recently… but today I will push your favourite muscle group… to the limit… and then… with your help… even over it…”. Seeing how my eyebrows jumped up, she took a step closer to me and flexed into an incredible most muscular pose. A wave of bulging sinew cascaded down from her shoulders, into her man-shaming pecs, then down into her already trembling abdominals. Her biceps crashed at the expanding mass of her chest, audibly scratching at each other! “Uuuhhh… yesss… my… pecssss…”, Sonja breathed out heavily, indulging herself into the agape feeling to her extremely shredded muscle body. With that her very well-tanned calves, then her thighs, too, blew up in definition and size as well. Thick veins engorged around her neck and went down, disappearing under her stretched to the max sports bra as her traps climbed higher and her pectorals pushed forward, testing the humble material to its limit. It seemed to be my lucky day, I just couldn’t wait any longer and encouraged the hyper- muscular beast right away, “Ohh… babe, do you think you can flex that tiny chest of yours a bit more for me?”, I always loved to lease her that way. Fire lit up in Sonja’s eyes, she straightened her back up, put her hands on her hips and thrust out her already massive chest right at me. I watched in awe those radiating pecs strained the stretchy fabric of her top near to bursting. A muscle cleavage almost 4 inches deep formed in between those bulging Scylla and Charybdis-like rocks of perfect she-beef. I was more than impressed, but kept it cool and said, “Now I see something, but still, it isn’t enough I guess…”. The sound of my voice failed to hide my complete admiration and surrender to probably the biggest, fullest pair of pectorals ever seen. “Nhhaa… honey… I will… burn myself… so hard… for you today… Gnnghaaa…!”, Sonja groaned deeply, flexed some more and amazingly, her chest expanded further! The muscle cleavage grew to 5 inches in depth and in shock I watched how her trembling in effort pecs started tearing the sports bra apart, as her chest muscles gradually bloated with more and more bulging mass and vascularity! “Uuuhhhh… fuuuuck…!”, Sonja groaned as her pecs grew in volume and her top tore apart right down the centre, exposing the sexiest, most freakish pair of pecs, which were at least five inches thick! Her nipples were almost 2 inches long and pointing straight forward at me like bullets. Before I managed to say something, Sonja gazed me and purred, “I know… it’s not enough…”, she then picked up a big 25-kg weight plate and lifted it to her chest level. “Let’s do… a chest warmup before we start the real thing…”. In a feat of wild muscle control, Sonja began to spread her pectorals apart, enlarging the gap of her cleavage and inserted the heavy plate right into it and then brought her pecs together again, locking the weight between them! Incredibly, her chest engulfed half of the plate’s diameter. She let it go with her hands and starred at me, proud of what her overdeveloped musculature has just achieve. Her breathing became more rapid, more thicker veins ran all over those huge slabs of pectoral flesh as she held that flex and secretly urged me to push her further. Dumbstruck by this crazy feat of strength I came to my senses and went on, yet with some uncertainty in my voice “Nnn… not enough… show me… more…”. After hearing those words Sonja’s thongs got even wetter. Still holding that chest flex, she threw her head back and I saw her bulky legs sliding slowly apart, until she landed into a perfect 180-degree split. Such kind of flexibility was almost the last thing to expect considering all the bulging muscle meat on her tree-trunk thighs, yet Sonja wasn’t even close from stopping to surprise me. After resting her hands on those amazing quadriceps, she hardened the grip of her chest on the 25-kg plate, flexed her left pec and said as the muscle fibres bulged, jutting her left pectoral even more forward, “Bring… those…”, she then flexed her right pec, it bulged, blasting all the she-beef also forward and continued, “…kettlebells… closer… nghaa…”. It has taken almost all of my strength to drag those big 50-kg iron bulbs one by one and place them in front of this muscle angel. “You want… mmooorreee…?”, she sighed smiling seductively and encircling her fingers over the grips of those big kettlebells still keeping the perfect split form and a 25-kg locked firmly between her mammoth pectorals. Then Sonja grit her teeth grunting, lifted the two kettlebells over her chest level and literally rested them on the upper surface of her monstrous pecs! “Ghhnnghaaa…!!”, more blood surged to her overdeveloped chest, as her pectorals grew so big they formed two solid platforms to accommodate the five inches in diameter kettlebells bases!!! As she put her hands back to rest on her chiselled rock-hard glutes, I was speechless, watching Sonja’s chest transforming into something that would shame any most hardcore male bodybuilder. Her hypertrophied chest muscle literally supported 100 kilograms, and at the same time their criss-crossed with thick veins inner sides were pressing tuff at each other for holding a weighted 25-kg plate! “Uuughhh… ghaaa… do… you… nhaa… like it…”, her breathing became heavier as her pecs were turning into two huge, striated, phone-book-sized blocks of angular mass. I couldn’t say a word so she went on, “And I’ve… ghaa… only… started… nghuuu…” While Sonja held this torturous weighted flex, I saw something that both sickened and infatuated me at the same time. It looked like the expanding muscles of Sonja’s chest caused her nipples to come alive and they got thicker and even longer, reaching 2,5 inches in lengths. My mouth dropped open at the moment she reached with her hands further back behind her ripped glutes, picked up two 10-kg plates and brought their openings over her vibrating with power and love nipples… _______________________________________________________________________ For the Part 2 and some other stories check www.patreon.com/foker