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I've been teaching myself how to color in Photoshop for the past couple of months, so I'm quite pleased to present my first ever colored deviation. Its far more time consuming than shading with a pencil, but allows for greater control and fine tuning. I hope you like it. Also, please check out my latest note if you haven't already, it contains rather important information. Anyway, without further ado...

The air at Portsdown High grew colder, as if it were an omen of the growing threat of finals. The semester had only a few days left before every student at school would be hit with an avalanche of exams, and the atmosphere was decidedly more tense than it was when the sun was shining more often.
Clad in the largest sweater she could find at home, Jill Rhodes made her way towards the cafeteria to meet up with the gang and indulge in some grub. Her appetite had grown immensely lately, and all that muscle she was putting on had everything to do with it.
For a brief moment, she felt as though that sit down with her dad several weeks ago was a sign that he really did care about her. But gradually it became apparent to Jill that Dad was back to near-ignoring her like usual, and that he gave a shit more about his business deals in China than his own daughter. Still, Jill was determined to give him the benefit of the doubt, and, perhaps in a moment of clarity, honor her parent's wishes for the time being. However, the day before she returned the school gym key to Linton, who practically demanded it back, and imposed upon herself several weeks of exercise drought that was now wreaking havoc on her soul, she hit the gym one last time for the pump of her life. She spent at least three hours in there, doing curls, bench presses, leg presses, ab crunches and everything in between with thirty and forty pound weights; at least a week's worth of weight training crammed into one afternoon. Coupled with her ramped up and meticulously researched dieting and supplementing plan, her body responded surprisingly well. In the week that followed since her last workout, she could see the muscle growth taking place bit by bit over a longer period of time, as if her three hour blitz was a big bang whose repercussions were still taking place. Each morning she'd check herself out in the mirror to find her whole frame slightly thicker, with striations cutting deeper and veins snaking their way all over her body. To her fascination, it also seemed as if she had grown taller by an inch or so! She was desperately in love with the super serum she injected herself with, and it took a lot of effort for her to not dig it out of the darkest corner in her room where she hid it and inject another dose.
But that was weeks ago, and with her appointment creeping up, Jill was feeling the effects of her self-imposed exercise drought. She now had no access to any gym, and her body going unchallenged for the longest time since she started going to the gym in the first place made her feel doughy and weak. 'Is this what addicts feel like when they can't have their fix?' she thought.
Things weren't so gloomy in other respects, however. Choi did a stellar job on her take-home test, and her act of deception had successfully fooled Mrs. B, who gave Jill a near-unheard of 98. It would have been 100 if Jill hadn't made a typo when copying Choi's answers onto the test sheet, but hell, she'd take a 98 any day. Now, if she scored at least a 70 on the final, she would manage a B+ in Integrated Chem.
A gust of wind sent chills up her chiseled, bulbous quads, which were exposed because of the skirt she wore. Her legs had gotten so big that she literally did not fit into any of her jeans anymore. She had ordered a bunch of extra large ones online, but it would be days before they arrived. She quickened her pace to the cafeteria as she began to notice the disgusted stares of other students passing her.

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"Um, 'scuse me bro, but this table is for seniors only," Linton said to a freshman who had unwittingly sat himself down at the wrong table. The young boy quickly got up upon realizing who was addressing him, apologized hastily and retreated.
"Jesus, what's with the frosh this semester?" Linton said, shaking his head as he, Tara, Rhonda and Adrian assumed their usual seats.
"It's a new day, buddy. Equality for everyone, right? Frosh and proud?" Adrian replied. Linton scoffed.
"Omigod Adrian, are you like seriously comparing gay rights with freshman sitting anywhere they want?" Tara said, laughing.
"I didn't say it, you did."
"Omigod whatever."
"Aargh can you guys shut the fuck up!" Linton said, "Dude I'm like screwed for this math final. Mr. D is SUCH a fuckin' idiot, I don't know like what the fuck he's saying half the time."
"Aww poor Linty!" Tara said, giggling. Linton almost seemed ready to scream at that comment.
"Maybe you could do what Jill did," Rhonda said, "Like outsource it to someone else."
"What-?"
"No no, you silly bitch," Tara said, "That was a take-home test, it won't work, duh!"
"You're WRONG," Rhonda replied, "Last year Tilkum, that guy who dated Sarah, like seriously, pretended to go to the bathroom, and snuck the test sheet out of the class and instead went to the library where his friend answered all the questions."
"Are you serious?!" Linton said, "That's some Jack Bauer shit right there!"
"Jack Bauer?" Adrian said, "I think you got your JB's confused my man, you're thinking Jason Bourne."
"Uh uh Adrian, don't you mean James Bond?" Tara said, laughing.
"No no, because James Bond's too classy for that. And Jack Bauer would just beat the shit out of the test proctor for a good grade."
Laughter all around.
"Hey, speaking of Jill, have you guys noticed she's been covering herself up way more?" Tara said, in her characteristic gossipy tone. Linton and Rhonda grew slightly uncomfortable.
"Well yeah, she doesn't want anyone to see those muscles of her's." Adrian said matter-of-factly.
"Dude, I haven't seen her body in like forever. I can't even tell anymore." Tara said.
"You haven't seen her-?" Adrian said playfully.
"Omigod that came out wrong. But you know what I mean, she's probably like super ripped by now. Dude that's all she does lately, just working out!"
"She's gotta be on the juice man, there's just no way *any* chick, let alone human being, can put on mass like that." Linton said dismissively.
"She's on something, but it ain't steroids," said a thoughtful Adrian, "You noticed her voice hasn't gotten deeper? And her jawline isn't all angular? And her c-uh...right?"
"Her what?" said a confused Tara. Adrian was about to say something only Linton could personally testify to, but caught himself just in the nick of time. It took everything for Linton to keep it together.
"Yo!" shouted someone from behind, slamming both palms onto Linton's shoulders.
"Jesus!" Linton exclaimed as he spun around. It was Jill, who laughed girlishly as he rubbed his shoulders, "Look who decided to show up, the girl of the fucking hour!"
"The girl of the *fucking* hour?" Jill said with a knowing look. Linton's heart almost exploded. Jesus, Jill, not in front of Tara for fuck's sake!
As Jill sat down at the table, her friends' eyes all trained on her body. Although she was wearing a sweater, her bulky physique was plainly evident underneath the fabric. Sitting next to Linton, Jill's broad shoulders rivaled, if not outright equaled that of the football star's in terms of breadth.
"What's happening?" Jill said, pulling her salad box out of her backpack.
"We were trying to figure out who's the best JB of all." Adrian said.
"JB?"
"Yeah, Jack Bauer, Jason Bourne or James Bond."
"Omigod I love 24. Like Jack Bauer all the way for me." Jill said, munching on her lunch.
"Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt, I have no idea about 24 or Jack Bauer" Tara said, gesturing with her hand, "But Jill girl you gotta show us that bod of yours. You've been wearing nothing but those godawful sweaters and jackets for like forever and I wanna see what you look like!"
Jill gave her a perplexed look amidst a chorus of approval from Adrian and Rhonda. "Geez, show you my 'bod'? You want me to fucking strip naked in front of you here?"
"Pfft no, you slut! Just take off that hideous sweater! We wanna see some guns! Right guys?"
"Gun show, gun show, gun show," Adrian began chanting. Tara and Rhonda joined in, while Linton seemed to teeter between nervousness and eagerness.
Jill was uneasy. On the back of the horrified reactions from both her parents, the last thing she wanted was more negativity. Yet, she looked into the eyes of her friends as they chanted enthusiastically and saw something else. They were her best buds and no matter what, they would stay that way.
Jill giggled and put her fork down, then raised her finger to get everyone to shut up, "You sure about this? You can't unsee things y'know!"
"What, are you telling us you're actually just a mountain of flab under there?" Adrian said jokingly, trying a different tactic, "Huh, is that it? Is it a gun show or excessive adipose show?"
"Excessive adipose..." Linton said, laughing.
Jill scoffed at Adrian and stood up, her friends oohing in anticipation.
"Take-it-off! Take-it-off! Take-"
In one quick motion, Jill pulled off her sweater and instantaneously the chanting stopped. Pulling the collar off her head, Jill sighed and saw all of her friends now staring at her with their mouths open and their eyes ready to pop out. Jill's pink camisole clung to her torso so tightly that very little was left to the imagination. Her whole body was so ripped and bulging with thick muscles that it was beyond anyone's expectation. Jill was beyond muscular.
"Fuck...!" Exclaimed Adrian, who was genuinely shocked, something that very rarely happened. He looked over to Rhonda and Tara, who both covered their mouths and didn't blink. Linton's breathing was so heavy that it was audible. Jill capitalized on their shock and flexed her bicep, causing 17 inches of rock-hard muscle to rise and harden into a solid ball.
The sight of the beautiful and angelic Jill covered in muscles so big and ripped that they would embarrass the entire PDH football team made Rhonda almost ready to pass out. In an instant, she almost didn't recognize her best friend of four years. A million thoughts raced through her head, starting with what the fuck have you done, Rhonda?
"Jill...I...you" Tara stammered, "You're HUGE, Jill!"
"Of course I'm huge," Jill said confidently, flexing her massive arms, "You wanted the gun show, right?"
"No Jill," Adrian said, having regained his composure, "It isn't just that. You're not just huge. This is-look, you're probably bigger than most female bodybuilders out there. You're probably bigger than every dude at school."
"Jill! I mean Christ, I know you've been working out, but this is something else!" Tara continued, her attitude slowly changing, "God this doesn't feel real."
"Ya better get used to it, girly," Jill smiled, taking her seat once more. Linton's eyes were transfixed on her muscular physique as different parts of her body flexed and bulged inadvertently with every movement she made, "Jesus you guys were all like 'Take it off!' and now you're all like ghosts!"
"I'm sorry Jill," Tara said, rubbing her forehead, "I mean like I knew you were working out and stuff but for God's sakes I didn't even know humans, let alone girls, could be ripped like you are! I don't think anyone here expected you to be this big."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm like the female Ronnie Coleman, aarrh!" said Jill as she clenched her wrists and flexed her chest, which visibly expanded outward, stretching her camisole to its very limits, "Hahahaha!"
"Omigod, that is so freaky!" Tara said as she watched Jill's pecs striate and bulge as if they had minds of their own, "You've got like more muscle in your tits than my whole body. And who's Ronnie Coleman?"
"Like one of the biggest bodybuilders known to mankind. Jill here's clearly been doing her homework." Adrian replied.
"Jill, flex your guns again please?" Tara said. Jill obeyed eagerly, and Tara reached over and felt her friend's bicep, "Holy shit girl, this is like rock! I can't even wrap both my hands around it!" she said, her delicate hands looking like that of a small child's compared to Jill's gigantic, sinewy arms.
"Roid Freak!' a voice behind Jill suddenly called out, followed by a cacophony of laughter. Everyone at the table craned their necks to see who made the offending comment, but it was impossible to discern anyone from the throng of students lining up for food. Some were stifling their laughter, others intentionally looking away. Jill was visibly taken aback, as were Rhonda and Tara.
"Hey, who the fuck said that? You fucking coward!" Adrian shouted back, before returning to his food. Jill was already putting her sweater back on, her mood having been soured considerably, "You're probably gonna be hearing that a lot soon," he continued.
"Adrian!' Rhonda said.
"What? I'm just being honest!"
"Look Jill, girl, muscles or no muscles you're still with us, mmkay?" Rhonda continued, putting her hand on Jill's, "Right guys?"
Everyone at the table nodded and murmured in approval, but there was no denying that Linton was the most visibly disturbed. "Thanks guys," Jill said as she continued with her lunch.
"Just don't get any bigger, kay? You're already like freakishly huge," Tara said, with Rhonda nodding in approval.
"Sure," Jill replied with a wry smile.
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Black Friday had come and Rodeo Drive was bustling with high-end shoppers eager to avoid the pepper-sprayed stampeding clusterfuck plaguing many other retail outlets deeper in the city. Amidst the throng was Tara and Linton, both dressed to kill. The plan was to spend a couple of hours shopping and then head to Neo-So.
Tara, already with several shopping bags slung over her arm, eagerly perused the massively discounted shoes and bags on display while Linton, with many more shopping bags in both hands, trailed her despondently.
"Hey Linty, what do you think of this?" Tara chirped, showing her boyfriend a pair of very expensive looking high-heels, "They're so cute, don't you think? Look at these straps..."
"Yeah, awesome," Linton deadpanned.
"I kinda wanna go for it, but I feel like I already have like enough shoes from this brand, so I'm not sure. But I just love this pearly white color they have, I think it's a new thing they're doing with this line."
"Mm hm." replied Linton uncharacteristically. Tara picked up on this.
"Baby? What's the matter? Everything alright?"
"Hm? Oh, naw I'm good, I'm good. I'm just like getting kinda tired from all this," Linton said, gesturing towards the bags dangling from his fingers, "Ya know? Hehe..."
"Aww, my poor Linty," Tara cooed, walking over and rubbing his chest gently. Linton looked like his ears had just been stung by needles, "Do we need to call Jill to come down here, give you a hand? Hee hee hee!"
That comment made Linton feel like someone had just drop-kicked him in the gut. A cauldron of anger that had been bubbling within him for a while now suddenly spilled over.
"NO, we don't. Just continue your damn shopping and get this shit over with!"
Tara's expression immediately went from cheerful to shocked. She placed the shoes back on their pedestal and looked at the floor in shame, "Sorry..."
Linton sighed, putting the bags down and scratching his head. He walked over to Tara and pulled her into his embrace, "Look baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? My bad. I'm just a little stressed out because of finals, ya know?"
Tara regained her composure and gently pulled herself away, her characteristic smile appearing once more, "I know, it's okay. Look, I think I've got what I need today, so let's just head back to your place for a bit before we head out to Neo So, k?" She said, looking up at him and rubbing his chest.
"Cool," Linton said, laughing. They both shared a quick kiss before making their way out the store, onto the street.
"So I mean, not to bring up Jill all the time, but what do you think of all those muscles of hers?"
"Well I don't know, you tell me what you think and I'll tell you what I think," Linton said, weaving his large frame around the crowd.
"Mmmm, weeeelll to be honest, they're kinda gross!" Tara said, laughing nervously, "Jill used to have such a hot bod, like really toned from all those days she spent at the gym and all that dieting. But now...I mean like...It's just too much, like you know? I mean like omigod she's got veins and crap on her neck and chest for God's sake, and that just isn't very...I don't know...feminine. I just...I just don't know what's caused her to get so buff all of a sudden! I hope to God it's not steroids, because I've read some nasty things about them. Those women bodybuilders who use them, they like grow hair all over and shit, ugh!"
Linton seemed to be at a loss for words.
"What do you think, baby?"
"She-I mean, its her body, so she can do whatever she wants with it right?"
"Yeah but don't you think it's gross? It's like she has no skin! And her boobs, her boobs-"
"She could be one of those genetic freaks. They're like one in a billion women; they can build muscle like crazy if they want to, so what?"
Tara seemed astounded, "So what?? Look at her! She got like this in only a few months, can you imagine what she'll look like when we've all graduated?"
Linton was on the verge of being totally fed up with this meaningless conversation. He looked at Tara and a part of him seemed disgusted. She was so small, so frail, so pale...the way she strutted in those heels, a gust of wind would probably knock her off balance. And then there was Jill. She was so powerful, so goddess-like with that body of hers, and how easy it was for her to become like that! Linton was envious and terrified all at once. He felt the war inside his head going on; the war that decided if he should be threatened or worshipful of Jill.
"Linty?" interrupted Tara's voice. God he wished she'd stop calling him that.
"Well, don't worry about Jill baby. She'll figure it out, yeah? And I'm sure her parents will do something about it either way."
"I guess."
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Mr. G paced back and forth, the tiniest of sounds perfectly audible in his silent classroom. Everyone had their heads down, reading a crucial passage from Wuthering Heights, which would be tested on during the final. Another tortuous semester was coming to a close, and Mr. G had chosen the one book he was the most familiar with so that he could fly through the grading of finals with ease. Both him and his wife had sprouted several new gray hairs once they received word that the bank was teetering on the brink of foreclosing on their house. The very thought of it made him weak at the knees.
Then his eyes rested on Jill Rhodes. Even in the simple act of reading a book, she looked so graceful and so calming. The way her bangs dangled from the top of her forehead, the way her eyes blinked like the flapping wings of a butterfly...and yet something was clearly different with her below the neck. From his position, Mr. G couldn't even see the student sitting behind Jill because her large frame was blocking him.
Then, as if on cue, the classroom heater kicked in and Jill, wincing at the wave of hot air washing over her, pulled her sweater off, revealing her shockingly muscular torso. Mr. G stopped in his tracks and felt his mouth hang open as Jill continued with her reading. She then sat back to redo her ponytail, inadvertently flexing her biceps and exposing more of her olympian-grade muscle-bound body to the flabbergasted teacher.
Gradually, more and more students finished reading the passage and raised their heads. The ones sitting behind Jill saw her chiseled, wide back, and the horrified reactions began, all of which Jill seemed oblivious to. But not to Mr. G, he immediately felt his heart sink as he saw his beloved...er, his student on the verge of being shamed by the entire class. He had to get her to put her sweater on, but how? He couldn't just walk up to her and tell her; everyone would notice, and it would only embarrass her more. Mr. G didn't have children, but he imagined that this was what parents felt like when their children were in danger.
The proverbial light bulb lit up above his head, and he deftly wandered over to the classroom's AC control panel and cranked the temperature down to a slightly chilly 65 degrees. Mr. G breathed a sigh of relief as Jill, without breaking her concentration, reached down and grabbed her sweater, squeezing uncomfortably back into it. The damage had already been done, as a few students were already made aware of Jill's insane body and were sure to spread their findings, but Mr. G patted himself on the back knowing that he saved this harmless and beautiful girl's day from being trainwrecked.
Once class was dismissed, Mr. G felt the uncontrollable urge to call Jill over and have a bit of a chat with her. He didn't enjoy doing it; it was wholly unprofessional and he couldn't deny the inappropriate motives behind it, but as Jill got closer and closer to completely packing her things away, Mr. G realized that this would literally be the last chance he'd get before school went into a week of recess so that students could study for finals, and the next chance he'd get to speak to her would be next year!
"Jill," Mr. G said to her as she knelt down to pick up her backpack. She looked up at him, her large blue eyes meeting his, and right then and there he felt like he could die happy, "Do you have a minute?"
"Sure!" Jill said, smiling as she pushed her bangs away from her face with such feminine grace. Picking up her backpack, she walked over to her teacher, and Mr. G was in awe by how wide her chest was. On any other female, it would have been grotesque, bizarre and disproportionate, but somehow on Jill it had all the grace of fine literature.
"So how are things? You ready for the final?" Mr. G said.
"Oh! Yeah, I think I'm in pretty good shape," she said. Indeed you are, thought Mr. G...wha-Snap out of it, man!
"Was there anything in the exam prep sheet you needed me to clarify? Any questions? Anything at all?"
"Hmmm...nothing off the top of my head you know?" Jill said, giggling, "But I can always email you if I think of one, right?"
"Of course! Yeah, absolutely! Look, I know Wuthering Heights isn't the most...exciting material to be tested on, but it's got a lot of stuff that's quite relevant especially in these days, so there's a lot to gain from it beyond just doing it for class."
"Oh no, I like totally get it Mr. G, I love Brontë's works, so you'll get no complaints from me!"
"Good, good..." said Mr. G. She was so perfect, even if she was bullshitting him about Brontë's 'works'; Wuthering Heights was her only novel. There was an awkward silence between the two, with Mr. G not wanting to let go of Jill just yet, and Jill wondering if her English teacher was done with indulging himself.
"So it looks like you're in great shape, I mean, look at you! Heh..." Mr. G said.
"Oh yeah, I've been working out," Jill said, realizing this could be an opportunity to seal the deal on that A+ she needed for the class. She pulled off her sweater once more, revealing her body to Mr. G, up close and personal.
The aging teacher nearly pissed himself at the sight of his student's powerful physique. He felt as if he would lose balance of himself and fall forward into her wide, expansive pectorals, where he would be embraced in her thick, muscular arms. He was getting dizzy; delirious with lust, but a part of him was clinging on for dear life, begging his better half to put an end to this madness.
"That's...that's...wow Jill. I...I had no idea girls your age could get that way."
"Yeah, well, I'm like genetically, you know, genetically gifted."
"Yeah, yeah I bet. Hey, listen, I won't keep you any longer, so best of luck to you on the final," he placed his hand on her shoulder and almost fainted, feeling how rock hard it was, "and uh, keep up the good work...out..."
Jill laughed, giving Mr. G that killer smile of hers. She thanked him and left the classroom, leaving him to sit alone in an empty classroom, pondering what just happened. Half of him was delirious with joy, the other felt like it had failed.
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In his sterile, darkened room, Choi leaned back in his leather chair, the light from his computer monitor the only thing that kept him from contemplating things in pitch-blackness. Jill's take-home test proved to be a much easier proposition than he believed; he breezed through the thing in twenty minutes, but figuring out how to adequately employ his valuable favor proved to be a tougher and more time consuming task. School was nothing to him at this point; finals were but a trivial matter to him; getting back at that meathead fuck Linton was the real problem. Finally, a challenge he couldn't figure out in under ten minutes, YES!
The solution, he figured, lay somewhere within Jill herself. He had observed the two of them to be quite close, but Jill's transforming physique, which was slowly becoming the talk of Portsdown High, seemed to be affecting that relationship somewhat. Rumors swirled that the two of them had finally jumped each other's bones for the first time since Tara entered the picture, and Choi was keenly aware of the way Linton looked upon Jill with a certain element of fear. So clearly the answer lay within that overgrown muscle freak. How would he use her to his advantage? To even begin contemplating that question, he first had to find out what was making her grow like that. To do so would entail somehow spying on Jill in her most intimate moments, and Choi didn't even want to entertain the notion of doing that himself.
Choi's jaw dropped as he realized something. But of course! How could he not have known already? He laughed to himself and slapped his hands in satisfaction. Things were slowly coming into place. He didn't know where it would lead him, but he had a feeling it would be somewhere...tasty.

END OF PART 3

Description

I've been teaching myself how to color in Photoshop for the past couple of months, so I'm quite pleased to present my first ever colored deviation. Its far more time consuming than shading with a pencil, but allows for greater control and fine tuning. I hope you like it. Also, please check out my latest note if you haven't already, it contains rather important information. Anyway, without further ado...

The air at Portsdown High grew colder, as if it were an omen of the growing threat of finals. The semester had only a few days left before every student at school would be hit with an avalanche of exams, and the atmosphere was decidedly more tense than it was when the sun was shining more often.
Clad in the largest sweater she could find at home, Jill Rhodes made her way towards the cafeteria to meet up with the gang and indulge in some grub. Her appetite had grown immensely lately, and all that muscle she was putting on had everything to do with it.
For a brief moment, she felt as though that sit down with her dad several weeks ago was a sign that he really did care about her. But gradually it became apparent to Jill that Dad was back to near-ignoring her like usual, and that he gave a shit more about his business deals in China than his own daughter. Still, Jill was determined to give him the benefit of the doubt, and, perhaps in a moment of clarity, honor her parent's wishes for the time being. However, the day before she returned the school gym key to Linton, who practically demanded it back, and imposed upon herself several weeks of exercise drought that was now wreaking havoc on her soul, she hit the gym one last time for the pump of her life. She spent at least three hours in there, doing curls, bench presses, leg presses, ab crunches and everything in between with thirty and forty pound weights; at least a week's worth of weight training crammed into one afternoon. Coupled with her ramped up and meticulously researched dieting and supplementing plan, her body responded surprisingly well. In the week that followed since her last workout, she could see the muscle growth taking place bit by bit over a longer period of time, as if her three hour blitz was a big bang whose repercussions were still taking place. Each morning she'd check herself out in the mirror to find her whole frame slightly thicker, with striations cutting deeper and veins snaking their way all over her body. To her fascination, it also seemed as if she had grown taller by an inch or so! She was desperately in love with the super serum she injected herself with, and it took a lot of effort for her to not dig it out of the darkest corner in her room where she hid it and inject another dose.
But that was weeks ago, and with her appointment creeping up, Jill was feeling the effects of her self-imposed exercise drought. She now had no access to any gym, and her body going unchallenged for the longest time since she started going to the gym in the first place made her feel doughy and weak. 'Is this what addicts feel like when they can't have their fix?' she thought.
Things weren't so gloomy in other respects, however. Choi did a stellar job on her take-home test, and her act of deception had successfully fooled Mrs. B, who gave Jill a near-unheard of 98. It would have been 100 if Jill hadn't made a typo when copying Choi's answers onto the test sheet, but hell, she'd take a 98 any day. Now, if she scored at least a 70 on the final, she would manage a B+ in Integrated Chem.
A gust of wind sent chills up her chiseled, bulbous quads, which were exposed because of the skirt she wore. Her legs had gotten so big that she literally did not fit into any of her jeans anymore. She had ordered a bunch of extra large ones online, but it would be days before they arrived. She quickened her pace to the cafeteria as she began to notice the disgusted stares of other students passing her.

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"Um, 'scuse me bro, but this table is for seniors only," Linton said to a freshman who had unwittingly sat himself down at the wrong table. The young boy quickly got up upon realizing who was addressing him, apologized hastily and retreated.
"Jesus, what's with the frosh this semester?" Linton said, shaking his head as he, Tara, Rhonda and Adrian assumed their usual seats.
"It's a new day, buddy. Equality for everyone, right? Frosh and proud?" Adrian replied. Linton scoffed.
"Omigod Adrian, are you like seriously comparing gay rights with freshman sitting anywhere they want?" Tara said, laughing.
"I didn't say it, you did."
"Omigod whatever."
"Aargh can you guys shut the fuck up!" Linton said, "Dude I'm like screwed for this math final. Mr. D is SUCH a fuckin' idiot, I don't know like what the fuck he's saying half the time."
"Aww poor Linty!" Tara said, giggling. Linton almost seemed ready to scream at that comment.
"Maybe you could do what Jill did," Rhonda said, "Like outsource it to someone else."
"What-?"
"No no, you silly bitch," Tara said, "That was a take-home test, it won't work, duh!"
"You're WRONG," Rhonda replied, "Last year Tilkum, that guy who dated Sarah, like seriously, pretended to go to the bathroom, and snuck the test sheet out of the class and instead went to the library where his friend answered all the questions."
"Are you serious?!" Linton said, "That's some Jack Bauer shit right there!"
"Jack Bauer?" Adrian said, "I think you got your JB's confused my man, you're thinking Jason Bourne."
"Uh uh Adrian, don't you mean James Bond?" Tara said, laughing.
"No no, because James Bond's too classy for that. And Jack Bauer would just beat the shit out of the test proctor for a good grade."
Laughter all around.
"Hey, speaking of Jill, have you guys noticed she's been covering herself up way more?" Tara said, in her characteristic gossipy tone. Linton and Rhonda grew slightly uncomfortable.
"Well yeah, she doesn't want anyone to see those muscles of her's." Adrian said matter-of-factly.
"Dude, I haven't seen her body in like forever. I can't even tell anymore." Tara said.
"You haven't seen her-?" Adrian said playfully.
"Omigod that came out wrong. But you know what I mean, she's probably like super ripped by now. Dude that's all she does lately, just working out!"
"She's gotta be on the juice man, there's just no way *any* chick, let alone human being, can put on mass like that." Linton said dismissively.
"She's on something, but it ain't steroids," said a thoughtful Adrian, "You noticed her voice hasn't gotten deeper? And her jawline isn't all angular? And her c-uh...right?"
"Her what?" said a confused Tara. Adrian was about to say something only Linton could personally testify to, but caught himself just in the nick of time. It took everything for Linton to keep it together.
"Yo!" shouted someone from behind, slamming both palms onto Linton's shoulders.
"Jesus!" Linton exclaimed as he spun around. It was Jill, who laughed girlishly as he rubbed his shoulders, "Look who decided to show up, the girl of the fucking hour!"
"The girl of the *fucking* hour?" Jill said with a knowing look. Linton's heart almost exploded. Jesus, Jill, not in front of Tara for fuck's sake!
As Jill sat down at the table, her friends' eyes all trained on her body. Although she was wearing a sweater, her bulky physique was plainly evident underneath the fabric. Sitting next to Linton, Jill's broad shoulders rivaled, if not outright equaled that of the football star's in terms of breadth.
"What's happening?" Jill said, pulling her salad box out of her backpack.
"We were trying to figure out who's the best JB of all." Adrian said.
"JB?"
"Yeah, Jack Bauer, Jason Bourne or James Bond."
"Omigod I love 24. Like Jack Bauer all the way for me." Jill said, munching on her lunch.
"Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt, I have no idea about 24 or Jack Bauer" Tara said, gesturing with her hand, "But Jill girl you gotta show us that bod of yours. You've been wearing nothing but those godawful sweaters and jackets for like forever and I wanna see what you look like!"
Jill gave her a perplexed look amidst a chorus of approval from Adrian and Rhonda. "Geez, show you my 'bod'? You want me to fucking strip naked in front of you here?"
"Pfft no, you slut! Just take off that hideous sweater! We wanna see some guns! Right guys?"
"Gun show, gun show, gun show," Adrian began chanting. Tara and Rhonda joined in, while Linton seemed to teeter between nervousness and eagerness.
Jill was uneasy. On the back of the horrified reactions from both her parents, the last thing she wanted was more negativity. Yet, she looked into the eyes of her friends as they chanted enthusiastically and saw something else. They were her best buds and no matter what, they would stay that way.
Jill giggled and put her fork down, then raised her finger to get everyone to shut up, "You sure about this? You can't unsee things y'know!"
"What, are you telling us you're actually just a mountain of flab under there?" Adrian said jokingly, trying a different tactic, "Huh, is that it? Is it a gun show or excessive adipose show?"
"Excessive adipose..." Linton said, laughing.
Jill scoffed at Adrian and stood up, her friends oohing in anticipation.
"Take-it-off! Take-it-off! Take-"
In one quick motion, Jill pulled off her sweater and instantaneously the chanting stopped. Pulling the collar off her head, Jill sighed and saw all of her friends now staring at her with their mouths open and their eyes ready to pop out. Jill's pink camisole clung to her torso so tightly that very little was left to the imagination. Her whole body was so ripped and bulging with thick muscles that it was beyond anyone's expectation. Jill was beyond muscular.
"Fuck...!" Exclaimed Adrian, who was genuinely shocked, something that very rarely happened. He looked over to Rhonda and Tara, who both covered their mouths and didn't blink. Linton's breathing was so heavy that it was audible. Jill capitalized on their shock and flexed her bicep, causing 17 inches of rock-hard muscle to rise and harden into a solid ball.
The sight of the beautiful and angelic Jill covered in muscles so big and ripped that they would embarrass the entire PDH football team made Rhonda almost ready to pass out. In an instant, she almost didn't recognize her best friend of four years. A million thoughts raced through her head, starting with what the fuck have you done, Rhonda?
"Jill...I...you" Tara stammered, "You're HUGE, Jill!"
"Of course I'm huge," Jill said confidently, flexing her massive arms, "You wanted the gun show, right?"
"No Jill," Adrian said, having regained his composure, "It isn't just that. You're not just huge. This is-look, you're probably bigger than most female bodybuilders out there. You're probably bigger than every dude at school."
"Jill! I mean Christ, I know you've been working out, but this is something else!" Tara continued, her attitude slowly changing, "God this doesn't feel real."
"Ya better get used to it, girly," Jill smiled, taking her seat once more. Linton's eyes were transfixed on her muscular physique as different parts of her body flexed and bulged inadvertently with every movement she made, "Jesus you guys were all like 'Take it off!' and now you're all like ghosts!"
"I'm sorry Jill," Tara said, rubbing her forehead, "I mean like I knew you were working out and stuff but for God's sakes I didn't even know humans, let alone girls, could be ripped like you are! I don't think anyone here expected you to be this big."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm like the female Ronnie Coleman, aarrh!" said Jill as she clenched her wrists and flexed her chest, which visibly expanded outward, stretching her camisole to its very limits, "Hahahaha!"
"Omigod, that is so freaky!" Tara said as she watched Jill's pecs striate and bulge as if they had minds of their own, "You've got like more muscle in your tits than my whole body. And who's Ronnie Coleman?"
"Like one of the biggest bodybuilders known to mankind. Jill here's clearly been doing her homework." Adrian replied.
"Jill, flex your guns again please?" Tara said. Jill obeyed eagerly, and Tara reached over and felt her friend's bicep, "Holy shit girl, this is like rock! I can't even wrap both my hands around it!" she said, her delicate hands looking like that of a small child's compared to Jill's gigantic, sinewy arms.
"Roid Freak!' a voice behind Jill suddenly called out, followed by a cacophony of laughter. Everyone at the table craned their necks to see who made the offending comment, but it was impossible to discern anyone from the throng of students lining up for food. Some were stifling their laughter, others intentionally looking away. Jill was visibly taken aback, as were Rhonda and Tara.
"Hey, who the fuck said that? You fucking coward!" Adrian shouted back, before returning to his food. Jill was already putting her sweater back on, her mood having been soured considerably, "You're probably gonna be hearing that a lot soon," he continued.
"Adrian!' Rhonda said.
"What? I'm just being honest!"
"Look Jill, girl, muscles or no muscles you're still with us, mmkay?" Rhonda continued, putting her hand on Jill's, "Right guys?"
Everyone at the table nodded and murmured in approval, but there was no denying that Linton was the most visibly disturbed. "Thanks guys," Jill said as she continued with her lunch.
"Just don't get any bigger, kay? You're already like freakishly huge," Tara said, with Rhonda nodding in approval.
"Sure," Jill replied with a wry smile.
----
Black Friday had come and Rodeo Drive was bustling with high-end shoppers eager to avoid the pepper-sprayed stampeding clusterfuck plaguing many other retail outlets deeper in the city. Amidst the throng was Tara and Linton, both dressed to kill. The plan was to spend a couple of hours shopping and then head to Neo-So.
Tara, already with several shopping bags slung over her arm, eagerly perused the massively discounted shoes and bags on display while Linton, with many more shopping bags in both hands, trailed her despondently.
"Hey Linty, what do you think of this?" Tara chirped, showing her boyfriend a pair of very expensive looking high-heels, "They're so cute, don't you think? Look at these straps..."
"Yeah, awesome," Linton deadpanned.
"I kinda wanna go for it, but I feel like I already have like enough shoes from this brand, so I'm not sure. But I just love this pearly white color they have, I think it's a new thing they're doing with this line."
"Mm hm." replied Linton uncharacteristically. Tara picked up on this.
"Baby? What's the matter? Everything alright?"
"Hm? Oh, naw I'm good, I'm good. I'm just like getting kinda tired from all this," Linton said, gesturing towards the bags dangling from his fingers, "Ya know? Hehe..."
"Aww, my poor Linty," Tara cooed, walking over and rubbing his chest gently. Linton looked like his ears had just been stung by needles, "Do we need to call Jill to come down here, give you a hand? Hee hee hee!"
That comment made Linton feel like someone had just drop-kicked him in the gut. A cauldron of anger that had been bubbling within him for a while now suddenly spilled over.
"NO, we don't. Just continue your damn shopping and get this shit over with!"
Tara's expression immediately went from cheerful to shocked. She placed the shoes back on their pedestal and looked at the floor in shame, "Sorry..."
Linton sighed, putting the bags down and scratching his head. He walked over to Tara and pulled her into his embrace, "Look baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? My bad. I'm just a little stressed out because of finals, ya know?"
Tara regained her composure and gently pulled herself away, her characteristic smile appearing once more, "I know, it's okay. Look, I think I've got what I need today, so let's just head back to your place for a bit before we head out to Neo So, k?" She said, looking up at him and rubbing his chest.
"Cool," Linton said, laughing. They both shared a quick kiss before making their way out the store, onto the street.
"So I mean, not to bring up Jill all the time, but what do you think of all those muscles of hers?"
"Well I don't know, you tell me what you think and I'll tell you what I think," Linton said, weaving his large frame around the crowd.
"Mmmm, weeeelll to be honest, they're kinda gross!" Tara said, laughing nervously, "Jill used to have such a hot bod, like really toned from all those days she spent at the gym and all that dieting. But now...I mean like...It's just too much, like you know? I mean like omigod she's got veins and crap on her neck and chest for God's sake, and that just isn't very...I don't know...feminine. I just...I just don't know what's caused her to get so buff all of a sudden! I hope to God it's not steroids, because I've read some nasty things about them. Those women bodybuilders who use them, they like grow hair all over and shit, ugh!"
Linton seemed to be at a loss for words.
"What do you think, baby?"
"She-I mean, its her body, so she can do whatever she wants with it right?"
"Yeah but don't you think it's gross? It's like she has no skin! And her boobs, her boobs-"
"She could be one of those genetic freaks. They're like one in a billion women; they can build muscle like crazy if they want to, so what?"
Tara seemed astounded, "So what?? Look at her! She got like this in only a few months, can you imagine what she'll look like when we've all graduated?"
Linton was on the verge of being totally fed up with this meaningless conversation. He looked at Tara and a part of him seemed disgusted. She was so small, so frail, so pale...the way she strutted in those heels, a gust of wind would probably knock her off balance. And then there was Jill. She was so powerful, so goddess-like with that body of hers, and how easy it was for her to become like that! Linton was envious and terrified all at once. He felt the war inside his head going on; the war that decided if he should be threatened or worshipful of Jill.
"Linty?" interrupted Tara's voice. God he wished she'd stop calling him that.
"Well, don't worry about Jill baby. She'll figure it out, yeah? And I'm sure her parents will do something about it either way."
"I guess."
----
Mr. G paced back and forth, the tiniest of sounds perfectly audible in his silent classroom. Everyone had their heads down, reading a crucial passage from Wuthering Heights, which would be tested on during the final. Another tortuous semester was coming to a close, and Mr. G had chosen the one book he was the most familiar with so that he could fly through the grading of finals with ease. Both him and his wife had sprouted several new gray hairs once they received word that the bank was teetering on the brink of foreclosing on their house. The very thought of it made him weak at the knees.
Then his eyes rested on Jill Rhodes. Even in the simple act of reading a book, she looked so graceful and so calming. The way her bangs dangled from the top of her forehead, the way her eyes blinked like the flapping wings of a butterfly...and yet something was clearly different with her below the neck. From his position, Mr. G couldn't even see the student sitting behind Jill because her large frame was blocking him.
Then, as if on cue, the classroom heater kicked in and Jill, wincing at the wave of hot air washing over her, pulled her sweater off, revealing her shockingly muscular torso. Mr. G stopped in his tracks and felt his mouth hang open as Jill continued with her reading. She then sat back to redo her ponytail, inadvertently flexing her biceps and exposing more of her olympian-grade muscle-bound body to the flabbergasted teacher.
Gradually, more and more students finished reading the passage and raised their heads. The ones sitting behind Jill saw her chiseled, wide back, and the horrified reactions began, all of which Jill seemed oblivious to. But not to Mr. G, he immediately felt his heart sink as he saw his beloved...er, his student on the verge of being shamed by the entire class. He had to get her to put her sweater on, but how? He couldn't just walk up to her and tell her; everyone would notice, and it would only embarrass her more. Mr. G didn't have children, but he imagined that this was what parents felt like when their children were in danger.
The proverbial light bulb lit up above his head, and he deftly wandered over to the classroom's AC control panel and cranked the temperature down to a slightly chilly 65 degrees. Mr. G breathed a sigh of relief as Jill, without breaking her concentration, reached down and grabbed her sweater, squeezing uncomfortably back into it. The damage had already been done, as a few students were already made aware of Jill's insane body and were sure to spread their findings, but Mr. G patted himself on the back knowing that he saved this harmless and beautiful girl's day from being trainwrecked.
Once class was dismissed, Mr. G felt the uncontrollable urge to call Jill over and have a bit of a chat with her. He didn't enjoy doing it; it was wholly unprofessional and he couldn't deny the inappropriate motives behind it, but as Jill got closer and closer to completely packing her things away, Mr. G realized that this would literally be the last chance he'd get before school went into a week of recess so that students could study for finals, and the next chance he'd get to speak to her would be next year!
"Jill," Mr. G said to her as she knelt down to pick up her backpack. She looked up at him, her large blue eyes meeting his, and right then and there he felt like he could die happy, "Do you have a minute?"
"Sure!" Jill said, smiling as she pushed her bangs away from her face with such feminine grace. Picking up her backpack, she walked over to her teacher, and Mr. G was in awe by how wide her chest was. On any other female, it would have been grotesque, bizarre and disproportionate, but somehow on Jill it had all the grace of fine literature.
"So how are things? You ready for the final?" Mr. G said.
"Oh! Yeah, I think I'm in pretty good shape," she said. Indeed you are, thought Mr. G...wha-Snap out of it, man!
"Was there anything in the exam prep sheet you needed me to clarify? Any questions? Anything at all?"
"Hmmm...nothing off the top of my head you know?" Jill said, giggling, "But I can always email you if I think of one, right?"
"Of course! Yeah, absolutely! Look, I know Wuthering Heights isn't the most...exciting material to be tested on, but it's got a lot of stuff that's quite relevant especially in these days, so there's a lot to gain from it beyond just doing it for class."
"Oh no, I like totally get it Mr. G, I love Brontë's works, so you'll get no complaints from me!"
"Good, good..." said Mr. G. She was so perfect, even if she was bullshitting him about Brontë's 'works'; Wuthering Heights was her only novel. There was an awkward silence between the two, with Mr. G not wanting to let go of Jill just yet, and Jill wondering if her English teacher was done with indulging himself.
"So it looks like you're in great shape, I mean, look at you! Heh..." Mr. G said.
"Oh yeah, I've been working out," Jill said, realizing this could be an opportunity to seal the deal on that A+ she needed for the class. She pulled off her sweater once more, revealing her body to Mr. G, up close and personal.
The aging teacher nearly pissed himself at the sight of his student's powerful physique. He felt as if he would lose balance of himself and fall forward into her wide, expansive pectorals, where he would be embraced in her thick, muscular arms. He was getting dizzy; delirious with lust, but a part of him was clinging on for dear life, begging his better half to put an end to this madness.
"That's...that's...wow Jill. I...I had no idea girls your age could get that way."
"Yeah, well, I'm like genetically, you know, genetically gifted."
"Yeah, yeah I bet. Hey, listen, I won't keep you any longer, so best of luck to you on the final," he placed his hand on her shoulder and almost fainted, feeling how rock hard it was, "and uh, keep up the good work...out..."
Jill laughed, giving Mr. G that killer smile of hers. She thanked him and left the classroom, leaving him to sit alone in an empty classroom, pondering what just happened. Half of him was delirious with joy, the other felt like it had failed.
----
In his sterile, darkened room, Choi leaned back in his leather chair, the light from his computer monitor the only thing that kept him from contemplating things in pitch-blackness. Jill's take-home test proved to be a much easier proposition than he believed; he breezed through the thing in twenty minutes, but figuring out how to adequately employ his valuable favor proved to be a tougher and more time consuming task. School was nothing to him at this point; finals were but a trivial matter to him; getting back at that meathead fuck Linton was the real problem. Finally, a challenge he couldn't figure out in under ten minutes, YES!
The solution, he figured, lay somewhere within Jill herself. He had observed the two of them to be quite close, but Jill's transforming physique, which was slowly becoming the talk of Portsdown High, seemed to be affecting that relationship somewhat. Rumors swirled that the two of them had finally jumped each other's bones for the first time since Tara entered the picture, and Choi was keenly aware of the way Linton looked upon Jill with a certain element of fear. So clearly the answer lay within that overgrown muscle freak. How would he use her to his advantage? To even begin contemplating that question, he first had to find out what was making her grow like that. To do so would entail somehow spying on Jill in her most intimate moments, and Choi didn't even want to entertain the notion of doing that himself.
Choi's jaw dropped as he realized something. But of course! How could he not have known already? He laughed to himself and slapped his hands in satisfaction. Things were slowly coming into place. He didn't know where it would lead him, but he had a feeling it would be somewhere...tasty.

END OF PART 3