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Sarah's transformation had only accelerated in the past month. She was now taller, broader and more muscular than any other member of her gym. Her body resembled that of an Amazon from popular fiction.

At the same time however, her dependence on Feminox had grown stronger, paralleling the growth of her muscles. The mornings would begin with a flicker of excitement as she uncapped the bottle and swallowed the pills eagerly, knowing that it would bring her one step closer to her fantasies. She was practically addicted to them. As soon as the drug took effect, Sarah felt a rush course through her veins—a sense of power and invincibility consumed her. Every workout became an opportunity to feed her addiction further, as if the weightlifting itself was a gateway to a higher plane of existence. The sensation of her muscles swelling and bulging under the influence of the drug filled her with unparalleled ecstasy.

Her transformation was not only physical, it was also mental. The hormone enhancers had melded with her personality, infusing her with a newfound sense of dominance and narcissism. She became consumed with the belief that she was superior to anyone who dared challenge her ~ Every interaction was a challenge. She relished in every oportunity to show off her amazing strength. On a single ocasion, after requesting to use a machine in the gym that was occupied and being told to wait, she simply lifted the poor guy off the machine, increased the weight to its maximum and started to pump away.

As Sarah continued to dominate the gym with her incredible strength and tall muscular physique, there was one guy who couldn't accept the fact that a woman was stronger than him. His name was Mike, and he was a regular in the gym who always tried to impress the ladies with his muscles and heavy lifts. He was neither the biggest nor the strongest guy in the gym, but he was definetly the cockiest. One day, as Sarah was doing her usual routine of lifting heavy weights, Mike approached her with a teasing grin on his face.

"Hey there, Sarah," he said, trying to sound confident. "I see you're still lifting those weights. But let me show you how a real man does it."

Sarah just smiled at him, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Mike loaded up the barbell with his personal maximum weight and tried to lift it, but he struggled to even get it off the rack. Sarah watched in amusement as he grunted and groaned, his face turning red with effort. He managed to complete 4 half-assed reps. Feeling unusually quiet in Sarah's presence, he stepped back, anticipating some praise for his performance from her or the other onlookers. Sarah silently approached the barbell and moved under the rack. Mike's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she effortlessly bench pressed his PR.

But Sarah wasn't done yet. She added more weight to the barbell, and at first, she struggled with the extra weight. But as she continued to lift, her body adjusted and grew on the spot, allowing her to easily bench press the new weight. Mike could only watch in awe as Sarah lifted the weight faster and faster, her muscles bulging and pumping with each rep. He couldn't believe how easily she was outlifting him, a man who had always prided himself on his strength and spent half of his adult life in this gym.

But Sarah wasn't satisfied with simply outlifting Mike. She added even more weight to the barbell, far beyond his maximum, and began to perform multiple accelerating perfect repetitions, each one faster and more explosive than the last. The muscles roiling and expanding like living, breathing things. Mike couldn't take his eyes off her. He was dumbfounded.

Just when he thought it couldn't become more surreal, Sarah did the impossible:

While still holding the weight she pulled her torso up and off the bench. She then proceeded to stand up straight, still holding the rediculous weight above her head. To poor Mike, still siting on a bench she seemed like a giantess. Eyes transfixed and jaws slackened across the gym, she effortlessly performed a couple of shoulder presses above her head, finishing the spectacle by hurling the colosal weight half way across the room. Everyone in the gym was in shock.

As Sarah finished her incredible display of strength, she turned to Mike with a seductive smile. She could see the lust and desire in his eyes, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. His mind struggled to process the impossible display of strength and power before him. Sarah walked over to him, her muscles bulging and flexing with each step. Sarah, exuding an aura of raw sexuality mixed with unbridled dominance, leaned in close and whispered in his ear:

"I bet you like what you just saw, didn't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and puckering her lips.

Mike nodded, his voice caught in his throat, his eyes locked on the sculpted, muscular body standing infront of him. He felt a stirring in his pants as Sarah continued to tease him, running her long pointy nails over her chest and abs.

"You know," she said, biting her lower lip seductively, "I could show you a few more things that I can do with these muscles.

You're not the first guy who's been turned on by my strength," she said, her voice low and sultry.

"But I can tell you're different. You like it when I show off, don't you? You like it when I make you feel weak and powerless."

Mike could only nod, his eyes fixed on Sarah's body. She raised her arm and flexed her bicep, the muscle rising and inflating with power. Mike groaned, his cock instantly stiffening in his pants.

"You know what I like?" Sarah continued. "I like it when guys like you, cream their pants just from looking at me. I like it when they worship my muscles and beg me to show them more." She flexed her other arm, her bicep pulsing with power.

"Come on, feel it. You've never felt something like this before..."

Mike couldn't resist any longer - he reached out and touched Sarah's bicep with both of his hands, trying in futility to encompass the enormous mass, feeling the hard muscle beneath his fingers. He moaned, his orgasm hitting him hard as he came in his pants. An unimaginable satisfaction bathed every synapse in his brain, leaving it scrambled.

Sarah stepped back, satisfied. With a smirk, she turned and walked away, her muscles rippling with each step. She knew that she was becoming something more, and she reveled in the power that her muscles gave her.

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Description

Sarah's transformation had only accelerated in the past month. She was now taller, broader and more muscular than any other member of her gym. Her body resembled that of an Amazon from popular fiction.

At the same time however, her dependence on Feminox had grown stronger, paralleling the growth of her muscles. The mornings would begin with a flicker of excitement as she uncapped the bottle and swallowed the pills eagerly, knowing that it would bring her one step closer to her fantasies. She was practically addicted to them. As soon as the drug took effect, Sarah felt a rush course through her veins—a sense of power and invincibility consumed her. Every workout became an opportunity to feed her addiction further, as if the weightlifting itself was a gateway to a higher plane of existence. The sensation of her muscles swelling and bulging under the influence of the drug filled her with unparalleled ecstasy.

Her transformation was not only physical, it was also mental. The hormone enhancers had melded with her personality, infusing her with a newfound sense of dominance and narcissism. She became consumed with the belief that she was superior to anyone who dared challenge her ~ Every interaction was a challenge. She relished in every oportunity to show off her amazing strength. On a single ocasion, after requesting to use a machine in the gym that was occupied and being told to wait, she simply lifted the poor guy off the machine, increased the weight to its maximum and started to pump away.

As Sarah continued to dominate the gym with her incredible strength and tall muscular physique, there was one guy who couldn't accept the fact that a woman was stronger than him. His name was Mike, and he was a regular in the gym who always tried to impress the ladies with his muscles and heavy lifts. He was neither the biggest nor the strongest guy in the gym, but he was definetly the cockiest. One day, as Sarah was doing her usual routine of lifting heavy weights, Mike approached her with a teasing grin on his face.

"Hey there, Sarah," he said, trying to sound confident. "I see you're still lifting those weights. But let me show you how a real man does it."

Sarah just smiled at him, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Mike loaded up the barbell with his personal maximum weight and tried to lift it, but he struggled to even get it off the rack. Sarah watched in amusement as he grunted and groaned, his face turning red with effort. He managed to complete 4 half-assed reps. Feeling unusually quiet in Sarah's presence, he stepped back, anticipating some praise for his performance from her or the other onlookers. Sarah silently approached the barbell and moved under the rack. Mike's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she effortlessly bench pressed his PR.

But Sarah wasn't done yet. She added more weight to the barbell, and at first, she struggled with the extra weight. But as she continued to lift, her body adjusted and grew on the spot, allowing her to easily bench press the new weight. Mike could only watch in awe as Sarah lifted the weight faster and faster, her muscles bulging and pumping with each rep. He couldn't believe how easily she was outlifting him, a man who had always prided himself on his strength and spent half of his adult life in this gym.

But Sarah wasn't satisfied with simply outlifting Mike. She added even more weight to the barbell, far beyond his maximum, and began to perform multiple accelerating perfect repetitions, each one faster and more explosive than the last. The muscles roiling and expanding like living, breathing things. Mike couldn't take his eyes off her. He was dumbfounded.

Just when he thought it couldn't become more surreal, Sarah did the impossible:

While still holding the weight she pulled her torso up and off the bench. She then proceeded to stand up straight, still holding the rediculous weight above her head. To poor Mike, still siting on a bench she seemed like a giantess. Eyes transfixed and jaws slackened across the gym, she effortlessly performed a couple of shoulder presses above her head, finishing the spectacle by hurling the colosal weight half way across the room. Everyone in the gym was in shock.

As Sarah finished her incredible display of strength, she turned to Mike with a seductive smile. She could see the lust and desire in his eyes, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. His mind struggled to process the impossible display of strength and power before him. Sarah walked over to him, her muscles bulging and flexing with each step. Sarah, exuding an aura of raw sexuality mixed with unbridled dominance, leaned in close and whispered in his ear:

"I bet you like what you just saw, didn't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and puckering her lips.

Mike nodded, his voice caught in his throat, his eyes locked on the sculpted, muscular body standing infront of him. He felt a stirring in his pants as Sarah continued to tease him, running her long pointy nails over her chest and abs.

"You know," she said, biting her lower lip seductively, "I could show you a few more things that I can do with these muscles.

You're not the first guy who's been turned on by my strength," she said, her voice low and sultry.

"But I can tell you're different. You like it when I show off, don't you? You like it when I make you feel weak and powerless."

Mike could only nod, his eyes fixed on Sarah's body. She raised her arm and flexed her bicep, the muscle rising and inflating with power. Mike groaned, his cock instantly stiffening in his pants.

"You know what I like?" Sarah continued. "I like it when guys like you, cream their pants just from looking at me. I like it when they worship my muscles and beg me to show them more." She flexed her other arm, her bicep pulsing with power.

"Come on, feel it. You've never felt something like this before..."

Mike couldn't resist any longer - he reached out and touched Sarah's bicep with both of his hands, trying in futility to encompass the enormous mass, feeling the hard muscle beneath his fingers. He moaned, his orgasm hitting him hard as he came in his pants. An unimaginable satisfaction bathed every synapse in his brain, leaving it scrambled.

Sarah stepped back, satisfied. With a smirk, she turned and walked away, her muscles rippling with each step. She knew that she was becoming something more, and she reveled in the power that her muscles gave her.

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