A Day at the Beach

A Day At the Beach – Female Muscle Growth Story

Alternatively:  Red Sun
By MagnusMagneto
Part of the MagnusMagneto Mashup 2

1.)
“Reports are coming in that a -”  The radio cut out with static.  It was a machine so old it could actually play CDs and lacked a auxiliary port for MP3 players.  Alex slammed it with one of her slender, tattooed hands; an act that seemed to alleviate whatever was ailing the device.  “- ject has passed Earth’s atmosphere.  Causing -” another cut.  Alex let out an agitated groan and jiggled the antenna, which once again fixed the problem.  “-ference.  Turn off your computers for risk of losing da-”

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” Alex yelled out.  She stretched out one of her long, lithe, pale and inked legs before physically kicking the machine.  Her tight bathing suit left very little to the imagination, fully showcasing her extremely thin form.

“Damn kid, calm down.”  Barked a man who called himself ‘Spike’ – her boyfriend.  He was similarly pale, lanky and tattooed.  For various reasons he opted to wear a t-shirt and shorts instead of a bathing suit.

Alex shot him a freezing glance.  The radio finally cut back in.  “- also be advised there may be effects on the earth’s atmosphere.  Scientists suggest exercising caution when staying outdoors for long periods of-” cut out again.  Alex let out another angry yell and smashed the player once more, only to find that didn’t remedy the problem.  She tinkered with the thing for a few more moments to no avail.

“Make it work.” She said shoving it into Spike’s arms, audibly frustrated.

Spike messed with it for a short while and yielded similarly unimpressive results.  The radio portion of the device was apparently busted.  “Sorry kid.”  He said tossing it back to Alex.

Alex deftly grabbed the machine and let out another groan.  Defeated, she reached over and grabbed a binder of CDs sitting on the edge of their picnic blanket.  It was an ugly, red checkered piece of fabric that separated Alex and Spike from the hot, messy abyss of sand beneath them.  The couple were an unusual sight for the beach – a pair of pasty, grungy figures with all manner of piercings adorning their face and wild, colored Mohawks for hair.  They hid beneath a massive umbrella that fully shielded them from the sun’s rays.  They enjoyed kicking back, drinking various craft brews and passing snide remarks on the ‘normal’ people nearby.

Alex shuffled through the collection of music and finally chose something.  A few moments later the player began producing sound. At least that works. Alex thought to herself.

“Really?  The Cure?  Again?  What is this, the fuckin’ 90s?” Spike quipped, shaking his head, which caused a collection of facial and ear piercings to jingle in response.

“Deal with it.”  Alex snapped back.

“Maybe I won’t.”

Alex cocked an eyebrow.  “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.  What would you do about that then?” he asked with an air of jest.

Alex narrowed her eyes.  “I’d beat the shit outta ya!” She leapt onto her boyfriend knocking him to the towel covered ground.  They were both remarkably similar in appearance: tall, pale and extremely thin – although Alex had a much wider set of hips and a far more feminine face.  They were both 6’ even with a similarly puny weight on the scale.  Who was taller between the two of them often came down to who decided to wear bigger combat boots that day.

“I’m still the man around here.” Spike said pushing back in an attempt to reverse his girlfriend’s hold.

“Not by much!” Alex shouted, giggling with a surprisingly high pitch given her tastes.  “Maybe I should lift some weights.  Drink some of those protein shakes.  Become a real bad bitch!” Alex pushed back.  “Then I’ll really wear the pants around here.  Though we both know I basically already do.” She smirked.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.”  Spike said finally pushing her off before crawling over to the ice cooler and grabbing another bottle of high IPA beer.

Alex crawled over, snatched it out of his hands and placed a kiss on his lips.  He let out a sigh and grabbed another for himself.  “Wanna smoke?” he offered, producing a package of low quality cigarettes from his shorts’ pocket.

“We can’t do that here.  Remember last time?  We’re not even supposed to be drinking here.”

“Right, right.”  Spike sat back and began sipping his next brew.  Alex joined him in a similar position and eventually they both let out a series of burps.  Spike made fun of the music’s vocalist, which prompted Alex to playfully jab him in the stomach.  It was a dynamic that they both thoroughly enjoyed.

A few moments lingered before something peculiar caught Alex’s gaze.  “Damn.  Is it just me or is it all…  pink out there?”

Spike stared ahead and made the same observation well.  They were both surprised that they hadn’t noticed that the sky had taken on an otherworldly hue of pink.

“Oh shit.” Alex started again.  “That reminds me.  Do you have your phone?  I left mine in the car.”

“Uhh, yeah, what for?” Spike replied as he lazily tossed the device over to Alex.

She caught it and began fumbling around with the touch screen.  “Wanna check the news.  Remember the radio?  Talked about something in the sky and the atmosphere being funky?”  Alex quickly grew visibly agitated.  “What the fuck.  No connection?!”  She let out another groan.  “I’m going to try to catch a signal.”

“Venturing out into the sun?”  Spike asked with a half-mocking tone.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.  It’s not a big deal Dracula.” Alex shot back before getting up and emerging from their makeshift sanctuary.

As the sun’s now pinkish rays hit Alex’s pale skin, she felt… good.  Really good.  Better than they ever had before to be precise.  Alex began to question why she had spent so much time hiding from the sun in the past.  Snapping her thoughts back to what she initially was trying to do, Alex began wandering around the beach, trying to find a signal for the cell phone.  Her efforts amounted to no success.  She glanced around her immediate vicinity and noticed a few people staring at their phones with befuddled expressions.  Others were meandering around the beach, phones in hand, presumably also looking for a connection.

Alex glanced up towards the sun.  It was now distinctly pink in appearance.  She recalled how the radio mentioned electronic interference, and from there drew the obvious conclusion: whatever was making the sun pink was disrupting signals in the air.

2.) Meanwhile – at the shoreline.

Trevor glanced over at Isabella.  She was standing at the edge of the beach, the waves temporarily submerging her ankles before rescinding back.  The water was moving to and fro more rapidly than usual.

The young man could still hardly believe that she was dating him, even though they had been together for nearly 6 months.  To him, Isabella was nearly perfect.  She possessed a short body that was positively stacked in the best sense of the word.  Large, perky breasts; a toned, lithe core; an outrageously proportioned, muscular, rounded butt and a pair of powerful legs that would fit perfectly on a physique model.  Isabella hailed from a well-bred lineage of Spanish and Brazilian ancestors, and had absorbed the most favorable traits from each side.  As a result she had naturally dark skin that became bronze with the smallest exposure to sun, a head full of dark, luscious hair, and deep brown eyes.

About a  month into their relationship, Trevor suggested that they lift weights together, which lead to Isabella’s lower half in particular to gain pound after pound of beautiful flesh.  Her back widened slightly, granting her more of an hourglass in appearance; and her arms, while still relatively small, were full of small, visible toned muscles that to sprang to life with the slightest movement.  Miraculously, Isabella managed to have a low body fat percentage while retaining her large breasts.

Trevor on the other hand hadn’t benefited from the weight lifting quite as much as Isabella.  Sure, his muscles all grew a little, he gained a six-pack, and his upper half was bigger than Isabella’s, but her progress was much more pronounced.  Isabella was a bright young woman, and it didn’t take long for her to realize that Trevor greatly enjoyed her outrageously muscular lower half.  This had encouraged her to push herself even harder in the gym.

As the couple stood close to one another, the difference in their appearances grew apparent.  Trevor’s upper half was ‘better’ than Isabella’s, but her lower half – in particular her quads, calves and glutes were nearly twice as large in appearance.  This was somewhat of an illusion caused by the fact that Trevor’s 5’10” was a full 9 inches above Isabella’s 5’1”, and as such she appeared far more physically compact than him.  Still, it was undeniable that Isabella’s legs were stronger than his.

Trevor presumed that he would eventually catch up and overtake her in the legs department, but this didn’t seem to be the case.  If anything, the gap continued to widen.  Worse yet, slowly but surely, Isabella was gradually catching up to him in terms of upper body development.  The young woman could tell this ongoing paradigm shift granted her even more power over Trevor, and she thoroughly enjoyed subtly dominating him in small, playful ways.  Sometimes it was gentle teasing, other times she would casually mention how all manner of attractive men approached her.  Despite the near constant stream of suitors that outwardly outclassed Trevor, she remained extremely faithful to him.  It was a charming interaction – the fact that Trevor was essentially putty in her hands strengthened their relationship, which went against the traditional wisdom of women wanting a challenge.

“The sun is so beautiful today, is it not Trevor?” Isabella asked.  While she was raised in America, she grew up in an environment mostly comprised of Spanish and Brazilian-Portuguese speaking individuals.  As a result, she had an accent that would range from light to thick depending on her emotional state.  This was another thing about her that positively thrilled Trevor.

“I dunno Izzy, it’s kind of scary how… pink it is.  I’ve never seen anything like this outside of movies.”

“Fear the sun?  That’s ridiculous.  My mother used to tell tales of how the sun grants us strength.  That it’s best we spend time in it every day to empower us.”  Whenever Isabella spoke of her parents, the Spanish undertones of her accent flared up – a subconscious quirk of hers.

“Err, yeah, the sun is kind of the source of life on the planet technically.  It can also, uh, cause skin cancer.” Trevor mentioned, thinking back at his high school biology classes.

Isabella shook her head and loosed a low, thrilling chuckle that sent a quiver through Trevor’s system.  “Silly boy.  I’m talking about the soul.  The sun strengthens and nourishes it.”

“Right.” Trevor replied half heartedly, staring at the ocean which had begun to reflect the strange pink light emanating from the sky.

“Can you feel it babe?  It’s like the sun is feeding us as we speak.  I think this pink light is an omen of good things to come.”  Maria lifted her arms upward and outward, as if to receive more of the sun’s rays.

“Uhh… sure.” Trevor agreed, nodding his head.  In reality he couldn’t feel any difference at all.  Sure, getting some sun felt good, but he didn’t understand what Isabella was going on about.

“Mmmm.” Isabella cooed.  “Feels so good.  Better than ever before.”

“Right…” Trevor felt strange.  Not due to the sun itself, but from the way Isabella was reacting.  The light shimmered off of her skin and she appeared as if she were glowing.  He had a feeling that today wasn’t going to be typical.

Isabella on the other hand felt extremely energized.  In fact, she was felt like she could take on anything.  “We should hit the gym again soon Trevvie.  I feel like I could a hit a new personal best!”  Isabella flexed her right arm, causing a fairly small but extremely well defined bull of power to rise up.  “Whoa, cool!  Look how defined I’m getting.”

That was odd.  Trevor never remembered Isabella’s arm being quite like that before.  The girl reached over with her free hand and began messaging the tensed muscle.  “It’s soo firm now.  I love it!  Give it a feel Trevor!”

Trevor gulped and complied with her request.  As his fingers met the flesh it was abundantly clear that Isabella was right – her arms were exceptionally hard.  “It’s like a rock…” he observed, almost as if he were in a trance.

“Well you’re no slouch yourself my dear.”  Isabella replied warmly, reaching over and poking Trevor’s visible six-pack.  “The gym has done us both a lot of good.”  She reached up and grabbed hold of his toned bicep. Trevor instinctively tensed it and gave it a feel as well.  That’s when it hit both of them:  Isabella’s arms were a lot harder than his.  Through nonverbal communication entirely, it was acknowledged between the couple that this was the case.

Isabella reached up and grabbed onto Trevor’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss.  Her warm, soft lips were always a surefire panacea for any of Trevor’s woes.  They lingered for a moment, and Trevor took in her scent.  She somehow smelled even better than before.  After they broke off, Isabella leaned into his ear.  “It’s alright babe, you’ll always be my big strong man.” She pulled away.  So long as you remain faithful to me as ever that is.” She added with a wink.

“Of.. Of course.” Trevor murmured.

Isabella let out one of her captivating giggles before facing the sun and stretching her arms out once more.  “Mmm.  All that energy.  You know Trevor, I think that the sun feeds us just like it feeds plants.  Making us stronger and heartier.”

“Yeah, you said something like that a second ago.  Well, um, we don’t have chloroplasts or chlorophyll so we literally can’t, even then photosynthesis gives relatively very little energy compared to say digesting a single cookie- ”

Trevor was interrupted by Isabella playfully slamming her power-packed bottom into his side.  He was caught off guard by the force of the action and stumbled a bit before catching his position.  She let out a playful giggle as he watched him bumble around.  “Enough science mumbo jumbo big guy.” She teased.  Isabella glanced down and peered over her prodigious chest, examining herself in the pink sun’s glow.  “Whoa… Trevor…”

“Yes?”

“You should have told me!” Isabella yelled out joyously.  Trevor glanced down and noticed that her small hands were lovingly caressing a solid, thick set of abdominal muscles, forming an impressive six-pack.

Trevor performed a double take.  “Uhh… I honestly didn’t notice babe.”

“Aye yai yai Trevor.” Her accent flared up.  “You really ought to pay attention to your girlfriend!”

“I mean… I haven’t taken my eyes off of you Izzy.  You know what you in that swimsuit does to me.”

She glanced over at the tent in his swim trunks that had been there since they arrived.  “Suuure big guy.” She continued feel the contours of each and every individual muscle.  Isabella sauntered close to Trevor, closing the difference once more.  “You should feel these things.”

Trevor gulped and complied. He took his fingers and gently pressed them into one of the muscular crevices.  To his wonderment, they were rock hard – possibly even harder, bordering on steel.  Trevor applied more force, and found that the muscles did not yield at all.  Isabella giggled again.  “That doesn’t even hurt at all babe! I could do this all day!”  Trevor pushed harder yet, granting the same result.  “You like it, don’t you baby?  Feeling your sexy little girlfriend’s rock hard body?”

The tent in Trevor’s pants shifted in agreement.  Isabella giggled.  “Well you’ve got a sexy stomach yourself.”  She said, rubbing her hand against his own midsection.  Trevor reached over with one of his hands and also felt his abs, whiling keeping the other hand on Isabella’s stomach.  Once again it was understood without a single word that Isabella’s were far harder than his own.

“It’s because the sun is my ally!”  she explained, reaching up towards it with her hands with a satisfied expression on her face.  After lingering for a few moments, Isabella brought her upper half downward, in turn crunching her midsection.  She gazed down and noticed that from seemingly thin air there were now a pair of matching obliques adorning her six-pack.  “What is this?  These must have been hiding.” She said, poking the small ridges.

Trevor gulped.  The rest of her abs appeared more pronounced as well.

“How curious.” Isabella said before stretching her upper torso up and crunching it down once again, leading to the appearance of defined serratus anterior muscles to erupt and for her existing abs to thicken even further.  “Ooooh.” She cooed, brushing her fingers against the mesmerizing bumps.  “You don’t have these on your belly Trevvy.” She noted with a knowing smirk.

Trevor’s knees began to quake slightly.  What was going on?  He figured that Isabella must have developed all of these muscles from their workouts and they were only visible from her ab flexing combined with this eerie pink light.  Yeah, that had to be it.

Having spent so much time with Trevor, Isabella had a good idea of what he was thinking.  “Did you know Trevor, I do more exercises than just our workouts.  Every night I do squats, leg raises, push ups, yoga, running, and all sorts of other stuff.  Sometimes I also do those in the morning too.  I bet you just sit around and relax when we aren’t at the gym, huh?” She gave him a playful wink before stretching up once more and crunching her midsection yet again – this time bringing to life another pair of abdominals, giving her a visible eight pack.  “Ooo look at that!  Now I have more abs than you!”  she chuckled.

Trevor’s stomach was performing flips.  He had no idea how to feel about this.  On one hand he found Isabella’s growing muscularity immensely hot.  On the other he was already afraid that she was out of his league, and watching her improve even further increased this fear.

“It’s okay though baby.” Isabella said before bringing her arms back and performing a double bicep flex.  Trevor could’ve sworn that her arms were bigger.  “We both know my legs are way stronger already.  I don’t mind being bigger up here too.”  She flexed again – there was no denying it, her arms were definitely pumping up to larger proportions!  “I kind of like the idea of being the stronger one honestly…  Must be my fiery Brazillian side.” She noted, performing a final flex.  “Wow, look at that babe – there’s a big split in the middle of my arm muscle here.”  She brought her finger into the grove, reveling in the way her own muscles felt.  “I don’t remember yours having cool little details like these.”

Trevor’s face was beat red.

“Mmm.  I love it when you get all flustered because of me.  Say, let’s go for a swim.  Should be some good exercise for our sexy bodies, right?”

Trevor nodded.  “Alright, sounds good.”  He could definitely use a cooling down after the display Isabella had put on for him.

As Isabella’s round bottom seductively wagged, enticing him to follow, Trevor came to notice two things:  The sun appeared to be more of a light red than the gentle pink it was a few minutes ago, and the tides ahead seemed to be growing larger.  Before long Isabella was nearly submerged in the ocean.  Trevor quickly followed.

3.)

Alex had noted the shift of the sun’s color and thought it looked, in her own words ‘metal as fuck’.  She was bemused at how absurdly energetic she felt.  After failing to find a signal for the better part of twenty minutes, she came to accept that whatever was going on with the sun had simply shut down all cellular communication and radio waves.  Alex decided that it was probably for the best, and she should be free of distractions like that at the beach.  Feeling an overabundance of energy to burn, Alex began running back towards Spike.  She hadn’t really run for the past few years.  Alex was surprised at how easy it was, and she actually enjoyed the feeling of her bare feet on the warm sand.

Before long Alex came into Spike’s peripheral vision.  As he gazed over at her, he was flat out shocked to see her running, and presumed something must be the matter.  Silly bitch must have gotten someone mad or broken something.  I didn’t know she could even move that quickly.  He thought to himself as he took another sip from his brew.  It should be noted that Spike’s use of profanity in reference to his girlfriend was with a tone of admiration.  Fighting with one another was simply their way of expressing love.

As Alex approached closer, Spike thought that she looked… different.  Fuller perhaps?  He could’ve sworn he saw lines of muscle definition on her body.  Then again, maybe that was just the weird lighting or her tattoos playing tricks on his eyes.  His girlfriend was zooming in with surprising speed, and in one swift motion she leapt into the air and as she landed intentionally pointed her feet towards him, causing a great deal of sand to rise up and directly hit him.

“Da fuck!” Spike yelled out, spitting some sand out of his mouth and wiping the rest off his face.  “You for real kid?!”  he tossed the beer aside and rose to his feet.

Alex winked and stuck her tongue out.  “Whaddya gonna do about it?”

Spike scrunched his face up before lunging towards the girl.  With a swift maneuver she effortlessly dodged him.  The man got back up and leaped at her once more.  This time Alex allowed him to close the gap and they locked arms.  “Oooh, you wanna wrestle, you sexy hunk?”

As their hands pressed against each other, Spike noticed something strange and somewhat terrifying – Alex was standing completely still despite his efforts.  He glanced down and noticed something even more peculiar – Alex’s former beanpole body had… muscles!  They weren’t particularly large, but she had honest to goodness muscles!  Her upper half in particular rippled to life as a budding pair of pecs jut out underneath her small breasts and her shoulders strained from the motion.

“I feel so fuckin’ amped up today!” Alex yelled out.  “Like I’m supercharged!”

Spike pushed harder, trying to get an upper hand in the skirmish, but found it to be a fruitless endeavor.  He looked at her arms, which had spontaneously developed a pair of long, bulging biceps.  When did Alex get these muscles?  She hadn’t worked out – not that he knew of, and they rarely spent any time apart.  He didn’t recall her having them even an hour ago.

“Holy shit…” Alex muttered.  “You’re actually trying aren’t you?  I wasn’t even doing anything…”

Spike gave it his all, and only had a red face to show for it.  Alex started laughing.  She pushed back and found that she immediately gained ground.  With a quick maneuver she slipped behind him and locked his lanky body into a bear hug.  Spike tried to break free, but found it to be an impossible task.  Alex was like a fleshy vice grip that was simultaneously soft and hard.

Alex continued to laugh voraciously as Spike squirmed within her grasp.  “This is so fuckin’ cool!” she yelled out.  “I’m a true-blue bad-ass bitch now without having to lift a single weight!”

Spike let out an agitated grunt and continued to struggle.  “Cut it out Al!  I don’t want to hurt you!”

Alex laughed and tightened her grip.  “You, hurt me?”  she could feel Spike’s resistance weakening moment by moment as her control over the situation increased.

“Ugh” Spike grunted. “Your body it’s…”

Alex drew in closer and whispered in his ear. “It’s what?”

“So… fuckin… hard!” he grunted.

Alex smirked and tightened her grip.  “I think it’s getting harder by the second.” She whispered.

“Alright!  I give up. Tap out. Uncle. Mercy.  Whatever!” Spike cried with his last gasp.

Alex had no intentions of harming her boyfriend, so she released her grip, letting Spike loose.  He fell to the ground and caught his breath.  A few moments passed and he looked up at Alex who was standing arms akimbo.  She appeared even fuller and more muscular than a mere few seconds ago.  The light red sunlight was positively radiating off of her pale skin.  Alex absentmindedly flexed her arms a few times, reveling in how actual muscles were popping up.  The two of them weren’t entirely positive, but it looked like Alex’s arms were actually growing in real time.

After observing her arms for a bit, Alex turned her attention to Spike, who was still sitting with his back against the sand.  Playfully, Alex placed one of her bare feet on his chest – a light display of dominance.  Alex’s legs had become thick and well-muscled while retaining their model-like length.  Spike had never really viewed the alternative girl as a model of all things, but seeing her with womanly flesh on her frame put things in a different light.  He reached up and placed his hands around her calf, marveling at how chiseled it was.

As Spike continued to grasp the lusty limb, something intriguing happened – he could physically feel it grow a little.  It also hardened even further.  Alex watched her boyfriend’s reaction, and quickly deduced that he liked it – a lot.  “Enjoying yourself?”

“I guess I am.” Spike admitted.  “Never knew I had a thing for buff bitches until now.”

Alex laughed.  She was secretly overjoyed that was his reaction to all of this.  It was a small reminder of why they got along so well despite both being difficult people.  “Well come up here and check out the rest of me!”

Spike obeyed and rose to his feet.  Before another word was uttered, the couple grabbed a hold of one another, eager for a make out session, even if it was in public.  As they embraced, Spike placed an arm on Alex’s bicep and the other on her glutes.  He found himself growing more aroused by the minute as he felt the otherworldly density beneath her soft skin.  The couple began biting one another’s lips in between kisses – one of the many strange rituals they shared.

During this moment of tenderness, the light red light from the sun had darkened considerably, producing a crimson hue.

4.)

In the ocean water Trevor found it neigh impossible to keep up with Isabella.  He had also noticed that the sun, and by reflection, the sea, had become a dark, menacing red.  The current had also grown coarser, and he found himself knocked in the face with wave after wave.  Isabella on the other hand was having a splendid time.  He was amazed at how quickly and gracefully she was zooming through the water, her thick arms cutting through the waves like they were a knife through hot butter.

Due to the conditions, Trevor often lost track of Isabella as he had to focus primarily on keeping afloat.  He wasn’t sure if it was the lighting or an illusion caused by the water, but every time he caught sight of her, she seemed more muscular than the last.  Trevor was also fairly certain that somehow Isabella was speeding up while the current continued to grow even harsher.  At one point she decided to tease him by literally swimming circles around him with such speed that the beginnings of a small whirlpool formed around him.

This was interrupted by the sighting of a tremendous oncoming wave.  “Let’s go catch that thing babe!” Isabella yelled out before heading straight towards it.

Trevor understandably felt like this was a terrible idea.  Intentionally going after a torrent that large was only asking for trouble.  Still, he didn’t want to be a spoil sport, and he also didn’t want Isabella to entirely show him up.  He soldiered on, pushing himself to follow her as best he could.

After multiple minutes of agony Trevor finally approached the towering wave.  His arms already burned from traversing through the rocky currents.  Isabella was already facing the wave head on.  Trevor was unsure of what exactly why she felt the need to do this, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.  He continued to stare at it as it drew closer… and closer…  then suddenly his vision turned to black.

Trevor had the wind knocked out of him from the current and was quickly submerged.  He opened his eyes to find he was underwater and too disoriented to react.  Just when all hope seemed to be lost, he felt a familiar small hand grab his, then his entire body was swiftly ripped through the water, and a moment later he was above the surface, gasping for air.  Isabella threw him onto her back, which had become much wider and more rigid than he remembered.  He grabbed on and took note of how thick and round her shoulders were.  Before long Isabella’s tremendously thick legs were propelling them to shore.  Trevor was amazed at the speed with which his girlfriend was able to traverse through the water while simultaneously carrying him.

The couple reached the beach and emerged onto the sand.  Trevor was still riding on top of Isabella, and she hadn’t kicked him off.  In fact, she didn’t struggle whatsoever with the transition, effortlessly carrying him piggy back style.  Eventually Trevor hopped off.  He took a moment to cough up some water and get his bearings.

“Sorry for pushing you babe.  I didn’t think it’d be so dangerous.”  Isabella said, her tone sincere.

“It’s alright.” Trevor coughed up a final bit of water and wiped his eyes clear.

That’s when the sight of Isabella hit him.  She was huge!  She stood at the same petite height of 5’1”, but every muscle on her frame was engorged to proportions that a bodybuilder would be proud of.  Thick, softball sized biceps that easily measured over 17 inches in diameter protruded even at rest, leading up to a wide, triangular upper half which cascaded downward to her chiseled midsection.  Then there was her bottom half.  This had always been Isabella’s strongest feature, and her lower body now was no exception.  Her thighs were mind-blowingly large in relation to her height.  Next to Trevor, her quadriceps appeared to be at least 3 times as large as his, and her calves were similarly proportioned.  A thick, V-shaped striation in the center of her quads indicated that they were all entirely muscle.

Isabella noticed Trevor staring slack jawed at the godly legs on display.  “I know you want to touch them Trevor.  Don’t be shy, I’m your girlfriend, remember?”

Trevor accepted the indirect invitation and placed his right hand on Isabella’s thigh.  His mind had trouble understanding precisely what he was feeling.  Her skin was soft as ever – perhaps even softer, but underneath lay a slab of flesh so dense that he was unsure of what to even compare it to.  It made steel and marble seem soft in relation.  It was also unbelievably arousing to touch for reasons Trevor did not quite understand.

As they stood side by side it became abundantly clear to Trevor just how overwhelming the difference in their strength was.  Isabella’s muscles were not only far larger than his, but unfathomably harder.  He tried extrapolating a conclusion from some very rough mental math.  As he ran the numbers, it became clear that she was easily tens, no dozens, wait – possibly hundreds of times stronger than him!  And there was no telling if she would stop gaining strength!

After letting her boyfriend linger for a few moments, Isabella decided to have some fun.  She grabbed a hold of his firm bottom and hoisted him into the air single handedly, causing zero exertion at all from her behalf.  “This is so much fun, is it not Trevor?” Isabella asked with a rich chuckle before literally tossing Trevor from her right hand onto her left, keeping him juggled in midair.  She eventually caught him and carefully placed him down on his feet.

“What… what is going on Izzy!?” Trevor sputtered.

Isabella breathed in deeply.  “I can sense it Trevor.”

“Sense what!?”

Isabella exhaled.  “Everything.  I can see every grain of sand.  Smell every unique scent of food, animal, person or element of nature.  Hear every voice on this beach.  Hear your heart beating.  Beating faster and faster as you think about this little speech of mine.

“Izzy…  I’m not following along here.”

“Of course you’re not silly.  You do not understand the sun!”  Isabella turned her gaze to it, displaying her wide, rippling back to Trevor.  Even this had become significantly larger and more impressive than Trevor’s.

Isabella looked up at the large, red sphere in the sky emanating the light that no doubt enhanced her body;  She wanted more.  She wanted to grow closer and closer to the sky, to take in more and more of its power.  Isabella imagined herself floating into the air.

Just then – it happened.  The Spanish powerhouse began to slowly rise off of the ground!

The CD player suddenly cut out.  This distraction interrupted Alex from her make out session with Spike, and she moved over to the device to investigate.  Similar to Isabella, her the muscles on her body had also been continuously growing with size and density.  She bounded over to the machine, causing her thick quads to ripple and shake from the motion.  After some finagling with the box, she found that it was, for one reason or another dead.

“Oooh sometimes I get so mad I could just…” right then Alex cut herself short as a pair of lasers erupted from her eyes, melting the plastic casing of the CD player!  “Holy shit.” She muttered.  “SPIKE!  CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!” she screamed before laser beaming her name into the sand, turning it to glass in the process.

Trevor looked around, taking in his surroundings.  He noticed that some other women were watching Isabella’s ascension, and a few of them managed to replicate it, floating into the air themselves.  He then saw Alex, and watched begin to build a glass sandcastle with creative use of her laser vision.  Trevor turned his gaze again and saw the outdoor weight lifting area, where he spied a muscular blond woman lifting a huge barbell overloaded with weights clean over her head with one arm – the motion looked effortless.  He looked upon an ongoing volleyball game and watched a girl serve the ball dozens of feet into the air, leap up and slam it downward with tremendous speed.  He then spotted a young girl who must have been roughly 9 years of age literally flying around with her overweight father in her arms.

Everywhere he looked, he saw women doing amazing things, things that no normal human should ever be capable of.  He knew that this would have global consequences.  A world of super women.  It was like something out of a comic book… but he was faced with this reality.  Could humanity survive when half of the species possessed limitless strength compared to the other?  Would men be safe in a world where an angry woman could literally shoot lasers out of her eyes!?

Trevor was trembling.  He wasn’t sure what to do, or if there was anything he COULD do.

Before he could dwell on this for too long, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. “Fear not Trevor.  Even if women worldwide become empowered, I’ll protect you.” He turned around and Isabella was there, floating up to meet him at eye level.

Isabella had remained the same height, and her body hadn’t gained much more mass than the last time he saw her, but her entire being possessed an almost supernatural appearance to it.  The young woman looked like she was literally glowing from the inside out, as opposed to merely reflecting the light of the sun.

“Have I ever let you down?” she asked with her familiar thrilling chuckle.  Trevor knew deep down that she was right.  No matter what happened in this world of super women, Isabella would come through for him.

She gently scooped him into her arms, holding him bridal-carry style – a trivial task for her super powered body.  Together they flew off into the sunset – or rather, chasing the sunset, so Isabella could soak in the sun’s glory for the rest of her days.

– The End!?

 

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