We back! The continuing adventures of muscular Meghan, the soccer star.
Following the soccer season, in which she led her school to a state championship and a number one national ranking, Meghan had some major decisions to make. She was piling up scholarship offers from elite soccer programs from around the country and scouting letters from professional teams, as well as the US national team. It was a dream come true to have so many options open to her, maybe even too many options, to be honest.
And then there was her other option, the one that had come out of nowhere. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing her teeth, watching her bicep and shoulder bulge as she swished the toothbrush back and forth in her mouth. Her eyes didn’t leave her reflection as she leaned on the counter to spit out the frothy toothpaste, both shoulders, arms, and traps flaring as she put her weight on them.
Meghan was eighteen years old and a high school senior, but already had sixteen inch arms and a body to die for while, technically, not training for a bodybuilder’s physique. She had easily swept a local show without having to add in any extra training and with very little dieting, and was garnering attention from supplement companies for sponsorship, something that would be impossible as a college athlete, but maybe as a professional. With every week she was gaining more followers on social media, offers for photo shoots. You name it, she had it.
As she stared at her reflection she flexed a bicep, the strong, thick peak rising on her arm. Some people were insinuating that she had the potential to be one of the all-time great bodybuilders if she continued down that path, and that she still had room to grow. There were offers for provide her with performance enhancers--steroids, things to help drop water and fat--but she had declined. She genuinely was interested in how far she could take her physique without any additional help.
She finished cleaning up and went back to her room, and flopped on the bed. It was late, a Friday night, and she was enjoying that there wasn’t anything to do or anyone to see at the moment. Her fingerprint unlocked her phone and she scrolled through instagram, looking at the photos of puppies and kittens, athletes and movie stars. As always she had a ton of likes, so many that she had muted notifications for the app so her phone wouldn’t explode, but she did check them every once in awhile. There were the usual negative comments, compliments, people tagging other friends. She responded to some and ignored others.
One in particular caught her eye, some random follower who had tagged her in a post from another bodybuilder, the comment reading “She’s at 18 inches! Think you can get there??”. She looked at the woman, definitely older and in her thirties, red hair, and absolutely massive arms, and everything else. The thought rolled over in her mind--could she get eighteen inch biceps while she was still 18? And how strong could she get along the way?
Meghan was fairly certain that no woman had ever been able to do something like that, at least without help. It would certainly make her unique, stand out in a different way. At least that might be a sure thing. Who knows if soccer would pan out. She could get hurt, the league could collapse. There was maybe less earning potential, though that was hard to gauge. She didn’t know how much a professional bodybuilder could make. But she couldn’t think like that yet, because either way she would have to make her success.
Fortunately, had she not been layered with pounds of muscle, she would already have been a stunning woman, with perfect features, flawless skin, and an overall bubbly, friendly demeanor that drew people to her. The muscles just helped to accentuate her personhood, and she liked that it did that.
“I have some time to decide,” she thought to herself as she scrolled through the other woman’s photos (her name was Katie Lee). She didn’t find herself envying other people often, but in this case she was extremely jealous of this woman’s arms, which peaked high and were thick, overall. There was even a measuring clip posted, her biceps dwarfing the hands that wrapped the tape around her arm. The thought of her arms doing that to anybody made her insides squirm a little bit. Not that her arms, at sixteen inches, didn’t already make her friends hands look tiny, but god would it be amazing if anyone trying to wrap their hands around her thick bicep would need more than two hands.
She took a screenshot of the original photo and sent it too Mikayla.
[What do you think? Should I try and shoot for 18 inches?]
A bubble appeared, then disappeared for a few minutes. She wondered what Mikayla was thinking about more: the arms in the photo or the possibility of Meghan’s arms growing even more.
[You should TOTALLY do it Megs, can you imagine what you’d look like with even bigger arms?]
She knew Mikayla would be totally into it. She had been fawning over Meghan’s muscles since the beginning, practically falling over herself to get her hands on her best friend’s body.
[I totally have one request though...ok maybe two. Or three.]
Meghan laughed, and typed back. [Ok, fine, what are they?]
The bubble appeared again. She hoped Mikayla wasn’t writing a manifesto on her end.
[Ok so, I know it’s wrong for bodybuilding, but I want you to put all the new muscle on just your biceps. And I want to get to feel them whenever I want so I don’t have to beg you. And I get to watch you workout.]
Meghan giggled. Typical Mikayla. [Ok. Well, I’m not officially a bodybuilder yet so fine, yes, I’ll only add the muscle to my bicep. But maybe you don’t want to touch my arms so much all the time….]
[Why wouldn’t I want to squeeze and touch those arms every day that’s crazy!!?]
[Well, I mean, if you touch them all the time you’ll never notice them growing. But if you wait and you’re patient maybe I the next time you’ll see them I’ll have some sleeves to bust out of and you’ll *really* know how much bigger they are.]
She could practically see Mikayla biting her lip and thinking really hard. It was an enticing offer. She decided to up the ante.
[And maybe if you’re lucky they’ll measure more than 18...but no promises!]
There wasn’t a bubble this time, she replied immediately.
[Deal! But you have to start now, promise?]
[Sure I have another workout tomorrow morning.]
[No no no...I mean I want you to start literally right now. Work out your biceps every single day and grow them as big as you can get as fast as you can. You know I can’t wait *that* long, I’m already dying.]
This girls muscle lust was totally serious, but Meghan loved it.
[OMG girl you’re crazy. Ok fine, I do a nice long bicep workout tonight just for you. Will that make you happy?]
[Yasssssssss. Oh oh omg and one more thing I won’t get to see your banging body for a while so you HAVE to make me a video pleaseeeeeeeeee.]
Meghan knew that was coming. Mikayla seemed to ask her for videos daily, which didn’t make sense because they saw each other every day but she knew Mikayla probably watched them late at night when she needed um...inspiration.
[You have PLENTY of videos I send them to you all the time! Plus you always take videos when I work out topless you perv, I always see you!]
[Yeah but this will be the last time I see you this small so I want the lasting memory, pleaseeeeee]
Meghan groaned and got out of bed and propped her phone up on her dresser in video mode and took off her shirt. She slipped off her shorts, standing in front of the rolling camera in just her underpants. Knowing this would drive Mikayla wild she stared into the camera and blew it a kiss and started to pose. Still fairly lean, her abs popped and pectoral muscles bulge beneath her perfectly shaped breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her biceps rose up as she squeezed them, and her lats doubled her width, blocking out the bed behind her. Her quads bulged and grew when she stood on tiptoe.
But she didn’t want to give her too much. Better to tease her so she could give her crap for a while. Now that she had promised to work out, she didn’t bother getting dressed again, instead firing off the video in a text and heading down to the basement to start her quest toward massive arms.