“I need more!”, Amber gasped and hurried to the free weights. She started with bench-pressing, but after every ten pushes the weights became laughably light and she had to increase it. But she was rewarded with an even greater endorphin-rush. Unable to hold back, Amber moaned every time she pushed the weight, not noticing that her top no longer was wide, nor it still covered her belly. At the moment she was ignorant to the fact that her shirt was starting to ride up her increasingly ripped midsection; her collar was stretching wider and her breasts were straining against the now snug top. Her taut dark-green tank top was soaked in sweat, causing the fabric to cling to Amber's massive chest like a second skin, and also turning the garment increasingly into a see-through. Above the fog of ecstasy, she faintly became aware of a strange low-pitched, creaking noise coming from her of my chest. After being puzzled for a moment Amber realized what the source of the noise was – the straining fabric of her once roomy workout top. Although impressive in size for female sports-wear, the former rather baggy thing was completely out of its league with Amber. She was becoming stronger, more muscular than ever. Tiny tears had appeared along the seams under her armpits. Finally Amber stopped working out for a second and starred at her own ripped body in disbelief. She was still staring at her own already enormous breasts, which seemed even larger, because of her new impressive pectorals, when they started to grow very slowly. And as they did, Amber's surprised eyes seemed to grow right along with them. Definitely slower than the rest of her body, yet visibly, the brunette amazon's boobs were swelling up, peeling the wet tank top away from her silken skin as they grew. Simultaneously her nipples puffed larger as well, preserving the old proportions. Finally her expanding body won the struggle and tore free from his prison of fabric. Her pants were a different matter. Strong elastic material fought an unrelenting battle against her new, improving form. By now the sports-pant looked as if it had been painted to her body, but the garment yet held fast, squeezing against her legs unyieldingly. And she still wasn't done growing. Her arms were plumping, her legs becoming thicker and more powerful. It would have been an understatement to say Amber's muscles were showing some serious definition. The proportions of her amazon body had already passed beyond 'ideal' and into the realm of 'impossible.' Finally, with a sound like an unravelling roll of duct tape, her pants split open. Almost the same moment the growth stopped and Amber's body granted her the orgasm that she so desperately needed. She came- hard – and carelessly dropped the weights on the ground to her right, with an deep orgasmic groan. Afterwards Amber just lay on the bench, as the dying echoes of her orgasm still reverberated throughout her body. Eventually she turned her head and looked at the weight she had dropped. Now that the seemingly insatiable desire was ebbing, she realized that she had put the maximum weight on the bar. She frowned, while she had squirmed from pleasure and being inattentive she had actually lifted over 1000 pounds – one handed. Panting with the exertion and the afterglow, her face flushed, she rose to examine herself in the mirror. After a short moment of vertigo, because everything seemed different – smaller – she gazed at her own image. Formerly a rather average sized young woman, with the exception of her large bosom and some flabby at certain body parts, she had turned into a tall, powerful amazon. Amber had been 5'8 tall, now she stood over a full head taller at 6'8. But beyond the height, her entire body had become thicker, more massive, each bulging muscle rock-solid and well-defined. Her legs were longer, even factoring in proportions, and her breasts had grown another cup size or two as well. She was going to have to start ordering her bras through the mail. Gaping unbelieving at her own image, she slowly started to smile. A childhood dream had come true. It was the fulfilment of a secret wish, which had been born, after she had read the first superheroine-comics in her childhood. Slowly she stepped back and picked up the weight, admiring the new Amber in the mirror, the grace and speed of her fluent movements, despite her massive bulk. Again she lifted the incredible weight with one hand. It felt so light… So incredibly light! For the first time in the last months Amber felt really happy.
Sat May 02 00:00:00 2015