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Gerald Griffin rubbed his eyes as he awoke from a troubling nightmare in which he found himself wandering the halls of Portsdown High in a panicked craze, unable to find his classroom no matter how many times he scoured the same hallway. All of a sudden, his dreary life seemed like a welcome relief. The sun was just about to rise. it was time to get ready for work.
He slowly rose from his bed, trying his best not to make the sheets rustle too loudly, lest he wake his sleeping wife, Karen. His back hurt slightly as he sat upright. It never used to feel that way. He was getting old, and it was hard to believe that only ten years ago he was a young man marching down Hollywood Boulevard, protesting the Iraq war with Karen by his side. Now he was starting to feel the slow, steady decline into his advanced years. Ten years. Christ.
He retrieved the mail and stepped back inside the house, feet shuffling lazily along the parquet floor. As he flipped through the envelopes, one in particular caught his attention. His pace quickened as he hurried to the kitchen table. He settled down the rest of the mail and tore open the one in his other hand. Gerald sighed disappointedly and rubbed his hand through his graying hair. He slumped down onto a chair and cursed quietly, on the verge of tears.
“Again?”
Gerald turned to see Karen standing in the doorway, groggily rubbing her eyes. He hesitated for a moment and showed her the letter.
“Next Friday and the next one after.”
“Jesus.” Karen said, closing her eyes, the energy seemingly drained out of her, “Honey, you’ve- We can’t live like this. We’ve got to start thinking about getting out of the state…start thinking about Phoenix or-“
“Karen-“
“-maybe Oregon or Denver-“
“Karen! We’re not going anywhere. Not now. I’m not giving up. Okay? I’m not giving up.”
“But *why*? They’ve furloughed you God knows how many times, they’re doing it twice again next week! I mean, we can’t afford this anymore. You know how this goes. They’re going to start letting people go and, and-“
She was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. Gerald quickly rushed over to Karen and hugged her.
“Hey, hey…don’t cry, come on. I’m sorry.”
“Gerald please, please let’s just get out of here. I’m tired of not knowing if you’ll still have a job every time I go to bed.”
“Just…just give me till the end of the school year, okay? Can you do that for me? Then we’ll talk about it, I promise” he said, doing his absolute best to put on his bravest face. Karen slowly nodded her head, having been pulled from the brink of tears at the last second, “I-I love you, honey.”
The two of them hugged for a moment. Finally Karen calmed down and headed to the bathroom. Gerald watched her walk away and a wave of guilt washed over him. He didn’t really love her anymore; he had come to that realization months ago. Karen was not the vibrant, energetic young girl that he met way, way back in high school. Her confidence used to be infectious, and Gerald, a meek literature nerd at the time, benefited greatly from the way she lit a fire under him, even in his darkest days. Now it was a different story. Her golden hair was fading in color, her skin was beginning to sag, and her face was a chaotic mess of wrinkles from years of stress. Life as a housewife to a struggling English teacher in constant danger of losing his job is a terrifying experience, and it showed in every aspect of Karen. Gerald shook his head. She wasn’t his wife. She was a cancerous tumor stuck to his side, constantly reminding him of his miserable existence.
He drank his coffee while assembling class material and graded class reports into his bag. His heart jumped a little when he saw Jill’s paper peeking out from the stack. He had given her two page report on The Outsider a solid A. Sure, she wasn’t quite as specific in her report as he wanted it to be, but Gerald didn’t like the idea of handing out grades anyway. His mood was lifted as he was reminded that his class with her was in a two days. She was everything that Karen used to be; beautiful, confident, and smart. Yet something was becoming different about Jill; She was getting fitter, tougher looking…he couldn’t explain it, but it was stirring up emotions about her he hadn’t felt before. He looked back at the doorway Karen was just standing in and sighed. “Goddamnit, the hell’s wrong with you?” he muttered under his breath.

The bell rang and almost instantly dozens of students spilled out of every door. The hallway erupted in a cacophony of chatter as students whipped out their smart phones and others chatted noisily with each other. Amidst the throng, the blonde monolith Linton stepped out of his class and let out a relieved sigh, grateful for the brief reprieve from the drudgery of mind numbing lectures. Keep it together, he thought, you’ve already got your ticket to USC, now you just need to coast to the finish. Like a marathon runner. Just jog to the finish. Come on, bruh!
He decided that he would spend his hour long free period at the gym; do some warm up before practice at the end of the day. As he reached for his locker, he checked his phone and saw that Tara had texted him while he was in class: “Sweetie omg I’m sooo boored. Miss you so much!!!” He laughed a little and shook his head. He then swung open his locker to retrieve his gym clothes and was instantly blasted by an odor that sent a tidal wave of feelings crashing down on him. He felt his dick grow hard all of a sudden. It was Jill’s unmistakable scent; he realized that he was wearing his gym clothes the night that she and him got nasty with it. He smiled to himself and, while tossing his books in his locker, allowed his memories to briefly take over.
He remembered the look she gave him when he passed her his copy of the school gym key. As she drew close to take it, she looked up at him and gave him a smile that would melt most other men. She was five feet five and he was six feet, a whole head above her. Yet when Jill looked up at him, she shot a gaze that nearly made Linton feel weak and pleasured all at once. Both she and he knew what handing the key over would entail next.
Linton’s parents had both driven down to San Diego for a friend’s wedding that weekend. That would be the day. He remembered her showing up at his door. It was obvious that she had used the hell out of that gym; she was noticeably bigger than before. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around how an 18 year old hottie like Jill was turning into a muscle-bound amazon in only a matter of months, but he didn’t have time to dwell on that; she was standing right there in his doorway, looking impossibly beautiful and powerful at once.
He showed her around the house, a massive two story abode that seemed perfectly normal to him, but as Jill explained, was a mansion compared to her tiny two bedroom house only a few miles away. They had a few beers, and before he knew it, they were both on his bed taking each other’s clothes off while making out. It had been quite a while since they last had a night like this, and tonight was very, very different. As he pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her muscular upper body, Linton simply could not fucking believe that this was the same Jill he had fucked like every other weekend since the day they first met in Freshman year. That all came to a halt shortly after he and Tara officially became a thing, and it feels like since then he had been waiting for years for this moment. But this was not the ultra sexy, slender, model-like girl from before. The girl that was mounted on top of his crotch while he lay on his bed was slowly becoming bulkier, harder, wider. As he undid her bra strap, he had a moment of pause when he saw her now small breasts dangling pathetically from her thick muscular chest. “Jesus Christ you’re ripped” he remembered saying. She grabbed both his arms and pinned him down with alarming strength, leaning in close to his ear and whispering “You think I’m ripped now? We’ll do this again in a month and we’ll see.” Those words sent waves of terror and erotic pleasure throughout Linton’s body. He had never felt so scared in his entire life, but at the same time, never felt so *glad* to be scared either.
What followed was now a blur in Linton’s mind. He could only remember the pain. There were moments during that episode where it felt less like he was fucking her and more like she was fucking him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt; the force of her muscular body pressed tightly against his own, instead of the soft, supple flesh she possessed way back then. Linton remembered feeling like he was in the middle of a battle rather than sexual intercourse. He had to fight to keep himself from being crushed by Jill and being utterly dominated into a moaning, exhausted pile. I mean for fuck’s sake, he was Linton, the best linebacker Portsdown High Football has ever seen. It was an ordeal that seemed to last forever, and Linton couldn’t remember if he passed out in the middle of it or not. He just remembered waking up the following morning and finding her gone. His entire lower body ached, and his arms were sore from where she had held them down.
“Sir, step away from the locker” a voice called behind him. It took a second from Linton to snap out of it. He spun around and saw Adrian, grinning like a fool, “Jesus man, you should see the look on your face!”
Okay, stop thinking about her. Stop thinking about her, thought Linton. He smiled and pounded fists with his bro. “Aw you fuckin’ asshole. I’m gonna get you one day bro, swear to God.”
“So you headed to the gym?” Adrian said, noticing Linton’s gym clothes in his hand.
“Yeah dude. Actually bro I need to borrow your key” said Linton, slamming his locker shut.
“I’m actually headed there too. Where’s your key, man?” Adrian said. They both started walking down the hall.
Linton gave Adrian a knowing look, “Jill borrowed it.”
“*Jill*? Jesus man, if coach finds her in there he’s gonna tear you a new one!”
“Dude, her mom canceled her gym membership or something and she needed to use the school’s. Plus it was a barter.”
“Barter? Bartered what?” Adrian said, puzzled. It only took one look at Linton’s mischievous face, “You two finally…?”
“Dude it was…I dunno man. You should’ve seen her. That girl is fucking *swole* now dude. Best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. It was be-yond description.”
Adrian gave an astonished laugh and was speechless for a second, “Well shit dude. And now you’ve given her your gym key?”
“I know dude, but it was so worth it. She’s fucking ripped but she’s not like…those freakazoid female bodybuilders with the facial hair and all that nasty shit. She’s still *Jill*. I mean I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like she’s getting huge but staying hot or something.”
“You’re not at all weirded out by how big she’s gotten so quickly? That ain’t normal, man. Everyone thinks she’s on some serious ‘roids and I heard Mr. U saying they were gonna have her drug tested.”
“If she were on ‘roids, her voice would be like, five octaves deep and her face would be all square and her pussy would be like a dick. And I can attest to all those, especially the last one. She ain’t on the juice. Come on man, *you* of all people know how that shit works.”
Adrian slowed his pace and his expression dimmed, “Dude. Not cool. *Not* cool.”
“Okay chill, bro, chill!” Linton said putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “All I’m saying is that she’s probably one of like ten thousand people on the planet who can build crazy muscle. Ever heard of myostatin deficiency? Ronnie Coleman?”
Adrian took a moment to un-sour his mood, “So…Jill Rhodes, one of the hottest chicks in school, is secretly a genetic muscle freak? Christ dude, at this rate she could be bigger than both of us combined by the end of the school year.”
“Aw no way man. She’s still a girl, you need testosterone and all kinds of shit to get that big” said Linton gesticulating wildly with his arm. He didn’t realize that Choi was about to pass by him from behind and wound up smacking the kid in the face with his hand. Choi’s glasses were dislodged from his face and he dropped his textbooks. Everyone in the hallway stopped and stared. Linton looked down and laughed.
“Dude you crazy fuckin’ Asian ninja!” he guffawed.
Choi realigned his glasses, and picked up his books. “Fucking jock dumbass” he muttered before briskly walking away.
“Whoa whoa, did you say something my man?” Linton barked as Adrian gently barred him with his arm, “Crazy little shit. Kick his ass the next time I see him.”
“Never mind him,” said Adrian as the two resumed their path towards the gym, “What about Tara?”
“What about her?”
“Well she’s like, you know, your fucking girlfriend? And she thinks you’re her soul mate?”
Linton looked away and his gaze lowered toward the floor.
“Well?”
“It was just a one night stand dude. I’ve bagged many other chicks besides Jill, and those were all one offs.”
“Yeah but Jill happens to be one of Tara’s *best friends*. And you think a girl like Tara will buy that lame-ass excuse? She’s not like Jill.”
Linton’s frustration levels spiked. “Fuckin’ A she’s not like Jill. Jill, she’s like, she’s not a little girl like Tara. She’s strong. Mentally and, well, now physically too. She knows the game. Tara’s still stuck in fucking Disneyland and I can’t stand the way she does that baby talk with me! And she rarely wants to have sex, always saying shit like ‘Oh let’s just enjoy the day together!’ I mean what does-what does that even mean?”
Adrian was barely able to contain the look of concern on his face. “Don’t worry about it bro,” continued Linton as he noticed Adrian’s facial expression, “I still love her. Just that sometimes she can grate a little, know what I mean?”
“Yeah. Sure” said a monotone Adrian.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…ungh! Twenty!”
Jill let the barbell slam onto the floor, the fifty pound discs on each side rattling as they impacted the carpet. She wiped the sweat from her brow and flexed her massive arms in the adjacent mirror. The school gym was nothing compared to Genesis, but considering that it was geared specifically for the football team, it sufficed nicely.
From neck to toe, Jill’s physique had put on what looked like another twenty pounds of muscle, and at this point it was completely undeniable that her body had been completely transformed. Her broad shoulders were rounded and striated, and a thick vein ran down to her meaty biceps, which, when flexed, bulged so hard that she could barely see the muscle fibers underneath her skin. Jill continued to flex every part of her body that she could flex, captivated by the detail and muscle definition that came to the surface. She flexed her chest and watched her pecs, now thicker than ever, rise like baked bread and stretch her sports bra. Awesome. She felt like a curious child with an anatomy chart. There was just so much to see and explore!
She picked up a set of forty pound dumbbells and started pumping her chest. With each rep, she could feel what was left of her breasts slowly but surely disintegrating into her pecs. She thought of her parents. How they were antagonizing her with every horrified stare, every awkward silent dinner, and every stern reminder that they were going to find her “help.” She thought of Rhonda, who was slowly starting to drift away from her. Their normally lively conversations were now getting stilted and sparse, with Rhonda seemingly bothered a great deal with her friend’s transformation. She thought of many of the other kids at school, who were starting to give her disgusted stares anytime she came to school wearing anything that didn’t completely cover her body from the neck down.
“Twenty…twenty one…twenty two…twenty three!”
Why the fuck do these people CARE if she wanted to get huge? It’s not like she’s coming to school wasted or high like so many of the other kids, and it’s not like she’s acting like a goddamn psychopath or something. She’s still Jill! The same girl inside as always, even if the outside has gotten so much better! After all, it’s not her fault she has good genes and is simply taking advantage of them!
“Forty one…forty two…forty three…!”
It just goes to show. These people don’t care about her for who she is. They care about her for what she looks like. Even her own parents. Unbelievable. Her own parents! She could feel the betrayal seething into her and fueling her strength with each pump. Screw them all, because now she had a powerful new body. She was becoming a goddess, climbing higher towards the apex of human physical conditioning, while everyone else was stuck with their boring, featureless, plain flesh bag bodies and their narrow, dimwitted thinking. Fuck these people. Like seriously, FUCK-
She heard the door unlock and open behind her. She had just finished her sixty third pump and dropped the dumbbells, letting out a girlish moan as her chest burned like a hundred suns. She spun around and saw Linton and Adrian walk in.
“Oh, hey guys!” she said, smiling sweetly at them. She stood up and toweled herself off as the two men’s eyes got all moon shaped, “I was just finishing up.”
“I-J-Uh-mm-“ Linton stuttered, “You’re-I Mean, you-you’re looking-“
Jill smiled, still toweling herself off, and picked up her gym bag. She walked up to Linton, “Pumped? Big? Ripped? All of the above?” she said seductively. Linton struggled to keep his composure. Holy shit she was definitely, DEFINITELY bigger now. She was like a freaking bodybuilder. There were veins running up and down her arms, her quads were getting huge, and geez even her neck was looking ripped. And was he hallucinating, or was she actually slightly taller now? Linton distinctly remembered Jill’s height reached up to his chin. This time it looked like she was up to his mouth. His gaze lowered from Jill’s angelic face down to her muscular, sweaty pecs, which bulged and rested as she breathed, striations cutting into those thick armor flesh plates as they rose out from her chest.
Jill playfully slapped him on the cheek. “Hey, you’re not supposed to stare at a girl’s chest Linty!” she said, “Keep that chin up!”
As she strode out of the gym, she glanced at Adrian, who was standing behind the stunned Linton, “How’s it going Adrian?” she said to him as she walked out the door.
“Swole. Just swole” said Adrian as he watched her thick frame disappear around the corner. He looked back at Linton who slowly set his gym back on the ground and seemed to be in the process of wandering around the gym aimlessly in slow motion. “What was that deficiency you said she had again?”

Towards the end of the school day, Jill was on her twenty minute break between classes. Just from that one workout, she could feel the difference in her clothes. Her camisole clung even tighter to her skin, and she began to worry that the flimsy straps would snap if she inadvertently flexed her chest too hard. Her jeans were now incredibly uncomfortable to wear; they constricted her every movement and like her camisole, felt like they were on the brink of giving way to her muscular quads. As she walked down the hallway, the air of alienation became palpable. Cheery schoolgirls chatting amongst themselves would catch gaze of Jill heading towards them and would suddenly part like the red sea, giving her a wide berth as they stared at her disgustedly. Guys now avoided eye contact and hurried their pace as they passed by her. Whispers of “Holy shit, is that Jill?” echoed behind her as she walked past people. Up till today, Jill had worn either T shirts or long sleeved sweaters to school, and everything went relatively normal that way. But her clothes were becoming too small for her; she hadn’t gotten around to buying new ones, and so she figured a camisole would at least let her upper body breathe a little more. Big mistake.
She needed to get out of this claustrophobic corridor and get some air. Her pace quickened as she neared the double doors that led outside. There was a group of students standing in front of it. Their conversation died down and all eyes turned to her as she neared them. “’Scuse me,” she said quietly as they cleared the way for her. The double doors swung upon with incredible force and slammed loudly against the wall from the force of Jill’s newfound strength.
Jill breathed a sigh of relief as cool air greeted her outside. She glanced back at the group she walked past, who were still staring at her until the doors slowly swung back closed. “Assholes,” she muttered.
She found a raised concrete platform she could sit on that was fairly free of students and decided this would be a good place to eat her salad. She sat down and pulled a plastic box filled with the salad she bought from the cafeteria the morning. Whipping out her pillbox, she downed her daily dosage and began tucking in. That was when she realized that there was someone sitting a few feet away next to her.
“Nice to see you here,” said Alex, smoking a cigarette. How the hell did that sneaky bitch sit next to her without her noticing?
Jill swallowed her salad and did a fake smile, “Nice to see you here too.”
Alex blew out a puff of smoke and then caught herself, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this bothering you?” she asked, pointing at her cigarette, “I mean the wind’s blowing the smoke the other way, so I didn’t think-“
“No it’s okay. No harm done, right?” Jill said. They both laughed. Looking at Alex, Jill couldn’t help but notice how…how *slim* she was. She looked practically anorexic. More confusingly, Alex didn’t seem at all fazed by Jill’s appearance.
“So how’s your day going?” said Alex, taking a drag from her cigarette.
“Oh, you know, just boring-ass school and stuff, and working out at the gym here,” said Jill, seeing if that would finally get Alex to take notice. She resisted the urge to flex her muscles for Alex the way she did to her friends. A gust of wind blew in and Alex smiled as the cool air provided temporary reprieve from the sun. She finally turned to look at Jill.
“I can tell,” She said nonchalantly, “I thought the school gym was only for the sports people?”
Jill gave her a mischievous smile, “I have my contacts on the inside.” They both burst out laughing.
“Yeah I’ve been working out a lot too,” said Alex. Pfft, Jill thought. Working out a lot? You look like a stick! No bitch, *this* is working out a lot. Doing her best to be discreet about, Jill tensed her body without actually moving, causing her muscles to bulge out a little. You see that, bitch? See that? *That’s* working out.
“Is that why I haven’t seen you at Genesis lately?” Alex continued, “More convenient to work out on campus?”
“You could say that,” Jill said.
“Yeah. Well you know, I do a little weights here and there, nothing too heavy. It’s mostly cardio and stretching. I think it’s working out well.”
Working out well? What does she mean? That her workout is working out well or that her workout is…is working out-Aargh! This little shit was driving Jill crazy. Alex was so slender, so beautiful. Jill couldn’t deny that. And it’s like she didn’t give a fuck. Like she knew everything that was going to happen well ahead of time.
“Say,” Alex said, putting out her cigarette and tossing it into the trash can nearby, “I’m totally sorry if this is too personal, but are you and Linton a thing now?”
What the fuck?! What does she know about Linton? She’s an outsider. The new kid on the block. And she’s talking like she’s been palling around with Jill and the rest of the crew for years.
“Linton? You know him?” said Jill, furrowing her brow.
“Oh just a little personally but mostly be reputation. He’s in one of my classes. But like I just have this weird ability to notice these things. I’m sorry if that was too awkward.”
Jill was speechless for a moment. Yes, it was a totally inappropriate question you bitch. But Alex just exuded humility and friendliness with every word that came out of her mouth, even if Jill knew that there was something more nefarious behind all of that. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t drop her guard by coming off as embarrassed about it.
“No it’s okay” she said, giggling, “I’ll just have to plead the fifth on that one.”
They both shared a knowing laugh. “Speak of the devil,” Alex said, looking in the distance. Jill followed her gaze and saw Linton and Tara walking out of the double doors in the distance.
“Huh!” Jill said. Linton and Tara looked happy together, Tara more so. She excitedly chattered away to her boyfriend, one hand clinging to his and the other patting his broad chest as they strode along.
“Tara’s one of your best friends, right?” Alex quizzed. Was there nothing she didn’t know? Jill could sense where Alex’s questioning was headed. She felt like all she could do was admit her betrayal or confront Alex head on. Looking at Tara and how genuinely happy she was to be with her superstar boyfriend, Jill couldn’t help but feel envious. Tara was happy with him not just because he was big and strong or easily manipulated by good looks, but for whatever reason she saw some kind of goodness in him that made her happy deep inside. It was hard to fathom what goodness there was in Linton that would make a girl happy like that, after all Jill had known him longer than Tara did.
“Well, I suppose there’s no harm done as long as she’s happy,” Alex said as the five minute bell sounded, signaling everyone to start heading to their next class. She grabbed her bag and stood up, “But you know, affairs are like those big muscles of yours. They keep growing until you can’t hide them anymore. Catch you later!”
Alex walked off, and disappeared around the corner, leaving a stunned Jill alone with her now empty salad box. She could not believe what she just heard. The nerve. The arrogance. Alex had fired off the first shot in a war that Jill knew was brewing from the instant she saw her. She wanted to throttle that bitch, but she was gone now. There will be a next time. Jill picked up the salad box with both hands, stared at it for a few seconds, then crushed it into a tiny plastic ball in a few seconds and threw it into the grass. She grabbed her bag, readjusted her clothes, and headed to class.

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Gerald Griffin rubbed his eyes as he awoke from a troubling nightmare in which he found himself wandering the halls of Portsdown High in a panicked craze, unable to find his classroom no matter how many times he scoured the same hallway. All of a sudden, his dreary life seemed like a welcome relief. The sun was just about to rise. it was time to get ready for work.
He slowly rose from his bed, trying his best not to make the sheets rustle too loudly, lest he wake his sleeping wife, Karen. His back hurt slightly as he sat upright. It never used to feel that way. He was getting old, and it was hard to believe that only ten years ago he was a young man marching down Hollywood Boulevard, protesting the Iraq war with Karen by his side. Now he was starting to feel the slow, steady decline into his advanced years. Ten years. Christ.
He retrieved the mail and stepped back inside the house, feet shuffling lazily along the parquet floor. As he flipped through the envelopes, one in particular caught his attention. His pace quickened as he hurried to the kitchen table. He settled down the rest of the mail and tore open the one in his other hand. Gerald sighed disappointedly and rubbed his hand through his graying hair. He slumped down onto a chair and cursed quietly, on the verge of tears.
“Again?”
Gerald turned to see Karen standing in the doorway, groggily rubbing her eyes. He hesitated for a moment and showed her the letter.
“Next Friday and the next one after.”
“Jesus.” Karen said, closing her eyes, the energy seemingly drained out of her, “Honey, you’ve- We can’t live like this. We’ve got to start thinking about getting out of the state…start thinking about Phoenix or-“
“Karen-“
“-maybe Oregon or Denver-“
“Karen! We’re not going anywhere. Not now. I’m not giving up. Okay? I’m not giving up.”
“But *why*? They’ve furloughed you God knows how many times, they’re doing it twice again next week! I mean, we can’t afford this anymore. You know how this goes. They’re going to start letting people go and, and-“
She was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. Gerald quickly rushed over to Karen and hugged her.
“Hey, hey…don’t cry, come on. I’m sorry.”
“Gerald please, please let’s just get out of here. I’m tired of not knowing if you’ll still have a job every time I go to bed.”
“Just…just give me till the end of the school year, okay? Can you do that for me? Then we’ll talk about it, I promise” he said, doing his absolute best to put on his bravest face. Karen slowly nodded her head, having been pulled from the brink of tears at the last second, “I-I love you, honey.”
The two of them hugged for a moment. Finally Karen calmed down and headed to the bathroom. Gerald watched her walk away and a wave of guilt washed over him. He didn’t really love her anymore; he had come to that realization months ago. Karen was not the vibrant, energetic young girl that he met way, way back in high school. Her confidence used to be infectious, and Gerald, a meek literature nerd at the time, benefited greatly from the way she lit a fire under him, even in his darkest days. Now it was a different story. Her golden hair was fading in color, her skin was beginning to sag, and her face was a chaotic mess of wrinkles from years of stress. Life as a housewife to a struggling English teacher in constant danger of losing his job is a terrifying experience, and it showed in every aspect of Karen. Gerald shook his head. She wasn’t his wife. She was a cancerous tumor stuck to his side, constantly reminding him of his miserable existence.
He drank his coffee while assembling class material and graded class reports into his bag. His heart jumped a little when he saw Jill’s paper peeking out from the stack. He had given her two page report on The Outsider a solid A. Sure, she wasn’t quite as specific in her report as he wanted it to be, but Gerald didn’t like the idea of handing out grades anyway. His mood was lifted as he was reminded that his class with her was in a two days. She was everything that Karen used to be; beautiful, confident, and smart. Yet something was becoming different about Jill; She was getting fitter, tougher looking…he couldn’t explain it, but it was stirring up emotions about her he hadn’t felt before. He looked back at the doorway Karen was just standing in and sighed. “Goddamnit, the hell’s wrong with you?” he muttered under his breath.

The bell rang and almost instantly dozens of students spilled out of every door. The hallway erupted in a cacophony of chatter as students whipped out their smart phones and others chatted noisily with each other. Amidst the throng, the blonde monolith Linton stepped out of his class and let out a relieved sigh, grateful for the brief reprieve from the drudgery of mind numbing lectures. Keep it together, he thought, you’ve already got your ticket to USC, now you just need to coast to the finish. Like a marathon runner. Just jog to the finish. Come on, bruh!
He decided that he would spend his hour long free period at the gym; do some warm up before practice at the end of the day. As he reached for his locker, he checked his phone and saw that Tara had texted him while he was in class: “Sweetie omg I’m sooo boored. Miss you so much!!!” He laughed a little and shook his head. He then swung open his locker to retrieve his gym clothes and was instantly blasted by an odor that sent a tidal wave of feelings crashing down on him. He felt his dick grow hard all of a sudden. It was Jill’s unmistakable scent; he realized that he was wearing his gym clothes the night that she and him got nasty with it. He smiled to himself and, while tossing his books in his locker, allowed his memories to briefly take over.
He remembered the look she gave him when he passed her his copy of the school gym key. As she drew close to take it, she looked up at him and gave him a smile that would melt most other men. She was five feet five and he was six feet, a whole head above her. Yet when Jill looked up at him, she shot a gaze that nearly made Linton feel weak and pleasured all at once. Both she and he knew what handing the key over would entail next.
Linton’s parents had both driven down to San Diego for a friend’s wedding that weekend. That would be the day. He remembered her showing up at his door. It was obvious that she had used the hell out of that gym; she was noticeably bigger than before. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around how an 18 year old hottie like Jill was turning into a muscle-bound amazon in only a matter of months, but he didn’t have time to dwell on that; she was standing right there in his doorway, looking impossibly beautiful and powerful at once.
He showed her around the house, a massive two story abode that seemed perfectly normal to him, but as Jill explained, was a mansion compared to her tiny two bedroom house only a few miles away. They had a few beers, and before he knew it, they were both on his bed taking each other’s clothes off while making out. It had been quite a while since they last had a night like this, and tonight was very, very different. As he pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her muscular upper body, Linton simply could not fucking believe that this was the same Jill he had fucked like every other weekend since the day they first met in Freshman year. That all came to a halt shortly after he and Tara officially became a thing, and it feels like since then he had been waiting for years for this moment. But this was not the ultra sexy, slender, model-like girl from before. The girl that was mounted on top of his crotch while he lay on his bed was slowly becoming bulkier, harder, wider. As he undid her bra strap, he had a moment of pause when he saw her now small breasts dangling pathetically from her thick muscular chest. “Jesus Christ you’re ripped” he remembered saying. She grabbed both his arms and pinned him down with alarming strength, leaning in close to his ear and whispering “You think I’m ripped now? We’ll do this again in a month and we’ll see.” Those words sent waves of terror and erotic pleasure throughout Linton’s body. He had never felt so scared in his entire life, but at the same time, never felt so *glad* to be scared either.
What followed was now a blur in Linton’s mind. He could only remember the pain. There were moments during that episode where it felt less like he was fucking her and more like she was fucking him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt; the force of her muscular body pressed tightly against his own, instead of the soft, supple flesh she possessed way back then. Linton remembered feeling like he was in the middle of a battle rather than sexual intercourse. He had to fight to keep himself from being crushed by Jill and being utterly dominated into a moaning, exhausted pile. I mean for fuck’s sake, he was Linton, the best linebacker Portsdown High Football has ever seen. It was an ordeal that seemed to last forever, and Linton couldn’t remember if he passed out in the middle of it or not. He just remembered waking up the following morning and finding her gone. His entire lower body ached, and his arms were sore from where she had held them down.
“Sir, step away from the locker” a voice called behind him. It took a second from Linton to snap out of it. He spun around and saw Adrian, grinning like a fool, “Jesus man, you should see the look on your face!”
Okay, stop thinking about her. Stop thinking about her, thought Linton. He smiled and pounded fists with his bro. “Aw you fuckin’ asshole. I’m gonna get you one day bro, swear to God.”
“So you headed to the gym?” Adrian said, noticing Linton’s gym clothes in his hand.
“Yeah dude. Actually bro I need to borrow your key” said Linton, slamming his locker shut.
“I’m actually headed there too. Where’s your key, man?” Adrian said. They both started walking down the hall.
Linton gave Adrian a knowing look, “Jill borrowed it.”
“*Jill*? Jesus man, if coach finds her in there he’s gonna tear you a new one!”
“Dude, her mom canceled her gym membership or something and she needed to use the school’s. Plus it was a barter.”
“Barter? Bartered what?” Adrian said, puzzled. It only took one look at Linton’s mischievous face, “You two finally…?”
“Dude it was…I dunno man. You should’ve seen her. That girl is fucking *swole* now dude. Best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. It was be-yond description.”
Adrian gave an astonished laugh and was speechless for a second, “Well shit dude. And now you’ve given her your gym key?”
“I know dude, but it was so worth it. She’s fucking ripped but she’s not like…those freakazoid female bodybuilders with the facial hair and all that nasty shit. She’s still *Jill*. I mean I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like she’s getting huge but staying hot or something.”
“You’re not at all weirded out by how big she’s gotten so quickly? That ain’t normal, man. Everyone thinks she’s on some serious ‘roids and I heard Mr. U saying they were gonna have her drug tested.”
“If she were on ‘roids, her voice would be like, five octaves deep and her face would be all square and her pussy would be like a dick. And I can attest to all those, especially the last one. She ain’t on the juice. Come on man, *you* of all people know how that shit works.”
Adrian slowed his pace and his expression dimmed, “Dude. Not cool. *Not* cool.”
“Okay chill, bro, chill!” Linton said putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “All I’m saying is that she’s probably one of like ten thousand people on the planet who can build crazy muscle. Ever heard of myostatin deficiency? Ronnie Coleman?”
Adrian took a moment to un-sour his mood, “So…Jill Rhodes, one of the hottest chicks in school, is secretly a genetic muscle freak? Christ dude, at this rate she could be bigger than both of us combined by the end of the school year.”
“Aw no way man. She’s still a girl, you need testosterone and all kinds of shit to get that big” said Linton gesticulating wildly with his arm. He didn’t realize that Choi was about to pass by him from behind and wound up smacking the kid in the face with his hand. Choi’s glasses were dislodged from his face and he dropped his textbooks. Everyone in the hallway stopped and stared. Linton looked down and laughed.
“Dude you crazy fuckin’ Asian ninja!” he guffawed.
Choi realigned his glasses, and picked up his books. “Fucking jock dumbass” he muttered before briskly walking away.
“Whoa whoa, did you say something my man?” Linton barked as Adrian gently barred him with his arm, “Crazy little shit. Kick his ass the next time I see him.”
“Never mind him,” said Adrian as the two resumed their path towards the gym, “What about Tara?”
“What about her?”
“Well she’s like, you know, your fucking girlfriend? And she thinks you’re her soul mate?”
Linton looked away and his gaze lowered toward the floor.
“Well?”
“It was just a one night stand dude. I’ve bagged many other chicks besides Jill, and those were all one offs.”
“Yeah but Jill happens to be one of Tara’s *best friends*. And you think a girl like Tara will buy that lame-ass excuse? She’s not like Jill.”
Linton’s frustration levels spiked. “Fuckin’ A she’s not like Jill. Jill, she’s like, she’s not a little girl like Tara. She’s strong. Mentally and, well, now physically too. She knows the game. Tara’s still stuck in fucking Disneyland and I can’t stand the way she does that baby talk with me! And she rarely wants to have sex, always saying shit like ‘Oh let’s just enjoy the day together!’ I mean what does-what does that even mean?”
Adrian was barely able to contain the look of concern on his face. “Don’t worry about it bro,” continued Linton as he noticed Adrian’s facial expression, “I still love her. Just that sometimes she can grate a little, know what I mean?”
“Yeah. Sure” said a monotone Adrian.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…ungh! Twenty!”
Jill let the barbell slam onto the floor, the fifty pound discs on each side rattling as they impacted the carpet. She wiped the sweat from her brow and flexed her massive arms in the adjacent mirror. The school gym was nothing compared to Genesis, but considering that it was geared specifically for the football team, it sufficed nicely.
From neck to toe, Jill’s physique had put on what looked like another twenty pounds of muscle, and at this point it was completely undeniable that her body had been completely transformed. Her broad shoulders were rounded and striated, and a thick vein ran down to her meaty biceps, which, when flexed, bulged so hard that she could barely see the muscle fibers underneath her skin. Jill continued to flex every part of her body that she could flex, captivated by the detail and muscle definition that came to the surface. She flexed her chest and watched her pecs, now thicker than ever, rise like baked bread and stretch her sports bra. Awesome. She felt like a curious child with an anatomy chart. There was just so much to see and explore!
She picked up a set of forty pound dumbbells and started pumping her chest. With each rep, she could feel what was left of her breasts slowly but surely disintegrating into her pecs. She thought of her parents. How they were antagonizing her with every horrified stare, every awkward silent dinner, and every stern reminder that they were going to find her “help.” She thought of Rhonda, who was slowly starting to drift away from her. Their normally lively conversations were now getting stilted and sparse, with Rhonda seemingly bothered a great deal with her friend’s transformation. She thought of many of the other kids at school, who were starting to give her disgusted stares anytime she came to school wearing anything that didn’t completely cover her body from the neck down.
“Twenty…twenty one…twenty two…twenty three!”
Why the fuck do these people CARE if she wanted to get huge? It’s not like she’s coming to school wasted or high like so many of the other kids, and it’s not like she’s acting like a goddamn psychopath or something. She’s still Jill! The same girl inside as always, even if the outside has gotten so much better! After all, it’s not her fault she has good genes and is simply taking advantage of them!
“Forty one…forty two…forty three…!”
It just goes to show. These people don’t care about her for who she is. They care about her for what she looks like. Even her own parents. Unbelievable. Her own parents! She could feel the betrayal seething into her and fueling her strength with each pump. Screw them all, because now she had a powerful new body. She was becoming a goddess, climbing higher towards the apex of human physical conditioning, while everyone else was stuck with their boring, featureless, plain flesh bag bodies and their narrow, dimwitted thinking. Fuck these people. Like seriously, FUCK-
She heard the door unlock and open behind her. She had just finished her sixty third pump and dropped the dumbbells, letting out a girlish moan as her chest burned like a hundred suns. She spun around and saw Linton and Adrian walk in.
“Oh, hey guys!” she said, smiling sweetly at them. She stood up and toweled herself off as the two men’s eyes got all moon shaped, “I was just finishing up.”
“I-J-Uh-mm-“ Linton stuttered, “You’re-I Mean, you-you’re looking-“
Jill smiled, still toweling herself off, and picked up her gym bag. She walked up to Linton, “Pumped? Big? Ripped? All of the above?” she said seductively. Linton struggled to keep his composure. Holy shit she was definitely, DEFINITELY bigger now. She was like a freaking bodybuilder. There were veins running up and down her arms, her quads were getting huge, and geez even her neck was looking ripped. And was he hallucinating, or was she actually slightly taller now? Linton distinctly remembered Jill’s height reached up to his chin. This time it looked like she was up to his mouth. His gaze lowered from Jill’s angelic face down to her muscular, sweaty pecs, which bulged and rested as she breathed, striations cutting into those thick armor flesh plates as they rose out from her chest.
Jill playfully slapped him on the cheek. “Hey, you’re not supposed to stare at a girl’s chest Linty!” she said, “Keep that chin up!”
As she strode out of the gym, she glanced at Adrian, who was standing behind the stunned Linton, “How’s it going Adrian?” she said to him as she walked out the door.
“Swole. Just swole” said Adrian as he watched her thick frame disappear around the corner. He looked back at Linton who slowly set his gym back on the ground and seemed to be in the process of wandering around the gym aimlessly in slow motion. “What was that deficiency you said she had again?”

Towards the end of the school day, Jill was on her twenty minute break between classes. Just from that one workout, she could feel the difference in her clothes. Her camisole clung even tighter to her skin, and she began to worry that the flimsy straps would snap if she inadvertently flexed her chest too hard. Her jeans were now incredibly uncomfortable to wear; they constricted her every movement and like her camisole, felt like they were on the brink of giving way to her muscular quads. As she walked down the hallway, the air of alienation became palpable. Cheery schoolgirls chatting amongst themselves would catch gaze of Jill heading towards them and would suddenly part like the red sea, giving her a wide berth as they stared at her disgustedly. Guys now avoided eye contact and hurried their pace as they passed by her. Whispers of “Holy shit, is that Jill?” echoed behind her as she walked past people. Up till today, Jill had worn either T shirts or long sleeved sweaters to school, and everything went relatively normal that way. But her clothes were becoming too small for her; she hadn’t gotten around to buying new ones, and so she figured a camisole would at least let her upper body breathe a little more. Big mistake.
She needed to get out of this claustrophobic corridor and get some air. Her pace quickened as she neared the double doors that led outside. There was a group of students standing in front of it. Their conversation died down and all eyes turned to her as she neared them. “’Scuse me,” she said quietly as they cleared the way for her. The double doors swung upon with incredible force and slammed loudly against the wall from the force of Jill’s newfound strength.
Jill breathed a sigh of relief as cool air greeted her outside. She glanced back at the group she walked past, who were still staring at her until the doors slowly swung back closed. “Assholes,” she muttered.
She found a raised concrete platform she could sit on that was fairly free of students and decided this would be a good place to eat her salad. She sat down and pulled a plastic box filled with the salad she bought from the cafeteria the morning. Whipping out her pillbox, she downed her daily dosage and began tucking in. That was when she realized that there was someone sitting a few feet away next to her.
“Nice to see you here,” said Alex, smoking a cigarette. How the hell did that sneaky bitch sit next to her without her noticing?
Jill swallowed her salad and did a fake smile, “Nice to see you here too.”
Alex blew out a puff of smoke and then caught herself, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this bothering you?” she asked, pointing at her cigarette, “I mean the wind’s blowing the smoke the other way, so I didn’t think-“
“No it’s okay. No harm done, right?” Jill said. They both laughed. Looking at Alex, Jill couldn’t help but notice how…how *slim* she was. She looked practically anorexic. More confusingly, Alex didn’t seem at all fazed by Jill’s appearance.
“So how’s your day going?” said Alex, taking a drag from her cigarette.
“Oh, you know, just boring-ass school and stuff, and working out at the gym here,” said Jill, seeing if that would finally get Alex to take notice. She resisted the urge to flex her muscles for Alex the way she did to her friends. A gust of wind blew in and Alex smiled as the cool air provided temporary reprieve from the sun. She finally turned to look at Jill.
“I can tell,” She said nonchalantly, “I thought the school gym was only for the sports people?”
Jill gave her a mischievous smile, “I have my contacts on the inside.” They both burst out laughing.
“Yeah I’ve been working out a lot too,” said Alex. Pfft, Jill thought. Working out a lot? You look like a stick! No bitch, *this* is working out a lot. Doing her best to be discreet about, Jill tensed her body without actually moving, causing her muscles to bulge out a little. You see that, bitch? See that? *That’s* working out.
“Is that why I haven’t seen you at Genesis lately?” Alex continued, “More convenient to work out on campus?”
“You could say that,” Jill said.
“Yeah. Well you know, I do a little weights here and there, nothing too heavy. It’s mostly cardio and stretching. I think it’s working out well.”
Working out well? What does she mean? That her workout is working out well or that her workout is…is working out-Aargh! This little shit was driving Jill crazy. Alex was so slender, so beautiful. Jill couldn’t deny that. And it’s like she didn’t give a fuck. Like she knew everything that was going to happen well ahead of time.
“Say,” Alex said, putting out her cigarette and tossing it into the trash can nearby, “I’m totally sorry if this is too personal, but are you and Linton a thing now?”
What the fuck?! What does she know about Linton? She’s an outsider. The new kid on the block. And she’s talking like she’s been palling around with Jill and the rest of the crew for years.
“Linton? You know him?” said Jill, furrowing her brow.
“Oh just a little personally but mostly be reputation. He’s in one of my classes. But like I just have this weird ability to notice these things. I’m sorry if that was too awkward.”
Jill was speechless for a moment. Yes, it was a totally inappropriate question you bitch. But Alex just exuded humility and friendliness with every word that came out of her mouth, even if Jill knew that there was something more nefarious behind all of that. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t drop her guard by coming off as embarrassed about it.
“No it’s okay” she said, giggling, “I’ll just have to plead the fifth on that one.”
They both shared a knowing laugh. “Speak of the devil,” Alex said, looking in the distance. Jill followed her gaze and saw Linton and Tara walking out of the double doors in the distance.
“Huh!” Jill said. Linton and Tara looked happy together, Tara more so. She excitedly chattered away to her boyfriend, one hand clinging to his and the other patting his broad chest as they strode along.
“Tara’s one of your best friends, right?” Alex quizzed. Was there nothing she didn’t know? Jill could sense where Alex’s questioning was headed. She felt like all she could do was admit her betrayal or confront Alex head on. Looking at Tara and how genuinely happy she was to be with her superstar boyfriend, Jill couldn’t help but feel envious. Tara was happy with him not just because he was big and strong or easily manipulated by good looks, but for whatever reason she saw some kind of goodness in him that made her happy deep inside. It was hard to fathom what goodness there was in Linton that would make a girl happy like that, after all Jill had known him longer than Tara did.
“Well, I suppose there’s no harm done as long as she’s happy,” Alex said as the five minute bell sounded, signaling everyone to start heading to their next class. She grabbed her bag and stood up, “But you know, affairs are like those big muscles of yours. They keep growing until you can’t hide them anymore. Catch you later!”
Alex walked off, and disappeared around the corner, leaving a stunned Jill alone with her now empty salad box. She could not believe what she just heard. The nerve. The arrogance. Alex had fired off the first shot in a war that Jill knew was brewing from the instant she saw her. She wanted to throttle that bitch, but she was gone now. There will be a next time. Jill picked up the salad box with both hands, stared at it for a few seconds, then crushed it into a tiny plastic ball in a few seconds and threw it into the grass. She grabbed her bag, readjusted her clothes, and headed to class.