Keeping Up With Lindsay

Emma sighed. “She’s at it again.” She was constantly agitated with the way Lindsay flaunted herself in front of all of the guys at school. She’d been gifted with curves that Emma had severely lacked and there was no doubt that those curves caught everyone’s attention. But what could she do? She was merely a flat-chested young woman who could only try to snag a guy through her wit and charm. Lindsay’s presence was no help to her self-esteem.
She began to trod solemnly away down the hall when she heard Lindsay’s voice call from behind her.
“Emma! Hey, wait up!”
Her blood began to boil. She put on her best fake smile and turned to face the enemy.
“Hey Linds’, what’s up?”
“I was just wondering if you’d be interested in coming to this party I’m having on Saturday. It’s at my house and it starts at eight. Can I expect to see you there?”
The way Lindsay’s dimples deepened when she spoke and smiled only served to further Emma’s fury. Lindsay was two inches shorter than Emma at five-foot-four, but her auburn hair shone much more vibrantly than Emma’s deeper red locks. Her blue eyes sparkled brighter than Emma’s brown pupils. She was bustier, by a lot, and she had a way of wearing similar fashions with more confidence and poise. She was like a more refined Emma. And there was nothing she hated more.
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there! I’ll bring some dip.”
“Haha, that’s fantastic! I can’t wait. See you there!”
Emma glared as her hair and ass bounced in perfect unison as she walked out of sight. That party would be on her mind for the rest of the week.

Friday night was quiet. For a while. Emma decided not to make plans the night before the party in order to prepare her outfit and her demeanor. She flipped through her closet, trying on dresses, skirts, halters, and any other thing she could find that would really make her look gorgeous. None of it did. After trying on the last dress in her wardrobe, she sat down on her bed and cried. It all seemed so hopeless. She wasn’t pretty. Even if an incredibly cute guy had walked in at that moment and told her she was beautiful, she wouldn’t have felt it in her heart.
That’s when things began to take a turn for the surreal. The lights in her room flickered and her bed shifted slightly. Emma opened her eyes wide and stifled her tears. Her heart was pounding, drowning out her thoughts and making her arms twitch. She suddenly felt a heat in her chest. It was a warmth, a soothing comfort, like a gentle massage. She closed her eyes to take in the fullness of this feeling, but when she opened them again, she noticed she was changing.
Her breasts were growing. They began to press up tightly against her bra, moving rapidly outward and forcing her loose t-shirt off her body. She gasped in surprise and pressed her hands to her chest. The flesh kept filling out, forcing her hands back, moving her breasts out and up. The back of her bra dug deeply into Emma’s back and before she realized it, the hinges were snapping, one by one, until the entire clasp fell limp, the bra sliding gradually out from under her shirt.
When the growth finally stopped and the heat receded, she walked gingerly to her full-length mirror to observe the drastic changes that had just occurred. She glanced briefly down at her A-cup bra to realize that her breasts now surged larger than even a DD. It was phenomenal. Their roundness and perkiness kept her t-shirt suspended six inches from her stomach. She slipped her shirt off only to shock herself at how massive they really were. She just turned in different directions around the mirror, a smile spreading across her face as she began to realize that she would have to try those dresses on again, but this time, there would be very different results.

Saturday evening, Emma pulled her five-layer dip from the fridge and hopped in her car, speeding away towards Lindsay’s house. When she arrived and stepped from her ride, she was pleased to see a grinning Lindsay standing just outside the door, chatting up a few guys. As she strode closer, heads began to turn as they saw a freshly developed woman in a tight black dress and fiery red heels moving confidently toward them. Finally, Lindsay’s grin met Emma’s eyes and it turned into an expression of utter shock.
“Hey Lindsay! Great to see you.”
Lindsay just stood there and stared, as did the guys she had been talking to. Emma looked down coyly and smirked as she realized that her breasts now dwarfed Lindsay’s formerly attractive C-cup.
“I’ll just put this inside then!”
Emma walked inside with her heart beating a thousand miles a minute and her confidence bursting through the roof.
She was the talk of the party all night. Those who couldn’t get near her to mingle with her spent their time concocting rumors about her “being a late bloomer” or “having cosmetic surgery.” It thrilled her to no end. She ate it all up, taking every opportunity to show off her new assets.
“Oh! Your shoes are so gorgeous! Let me look at them!”
She would bend down to inspect them closer and make every guy in the room (and most of the girls) stop and gaze at the spectacle. Emma merely giggled and continued the sensational display.

Outside the house, Lindsay was furious.
“How could this have happened? That slut probably went out and got a boob job just to make me look bad at my own party. That’s the last time I’m nice to her! What a skank.”
Lindsay stormed inside only to find Emma dancing boisterously between two guys, all of whom seemed to be having the time of their lives. She stomped through the house and into the bathroom, kicking out two lovebirds, making out perched on the sink. She slammed and locked the door and stared into the mirror.
“I just want to beat the hell out of her!”
She screamed in her rage. A vein appeared in her neck as her blood pumped violently. Then her legs began to quake and the sink began gushing water. Next thing she knew, there was a tingling feeling throughout her body, as if it had fallen asleep, but she could still maintain control. Her flowing red dress began to constrict around her, taking the wind from her. After a moment, she found her breath and saw her legs becoming more muscular by the second. Her calves were chiseling themselves, her thighs widening, separating the slit in her dress wider and wider. Her back and chest began pushing simultaneously against her already tight dress until there was almost no room to maneuver. To make matters more interesting, her shoulder muscles were rising, bringing the dress upward, revealing more of her cut calves.
Trying to keep the dress from ripping was enough, and she hadn’t even had time to notice her biceps and triceps expanding, accented by large, veiny forearms. Her whole body had exploded out of itself, changing her from a skinny girl with voluptuous curves to a defined muscular woman who looked like she hit the gym every day. She began feeling all of her newly formed muscles, trying to grasp their firmness and deep chasms. She flexed her biceps and watched as peaks formed, shooting up past fourteen inches. She was unable to control herself however, and heard the shoulder seams of her dress ripping, stopping herself before they split completely.

Lindsay threw open the door and strode out into the middle of the party where heads once again began turning, but this time, in her direction. She made her way through the sea of people to where Emma was schmoozing with some gentlemen. She strutted up to her, her chest sticking out, not purposefully, but from the tightly packed chest muscles peeking out above her breasts. She was startled for a moment when she realized that she was now just slightly above eye level with Emma – she had grew a good three inches taller as well.
With a weak smile, Emma squeaked out,
“H-hey Linds’, you’re looking really g-”
But before she had time to finish her false compliment, Lindsay drew back and punched her straight in the jaw, sending her tumbling to the floor. She turned back to the wide-eyed crowd and declared,
“Are we partying or what?!”
and the freshly tense guests began mingling again. Within a few minutes, Emma found her way to her feet, albeit dizzy, and stumbled toward the back door. She barely caught a glimpse of Lindsay, showing off her powerful legs to anyone who was willing to watch the show. As she reached a large tree in the backyard, she grabbed it to steady herself and heard the familiar voice of her friend Bryce. He wasn’t a popular kid by any means, but for some reason he had always been a great friend to Emma and tonight was no different.
“Emma… are you alright?”
She looked up at him with glassy eyes and wanted so badly to tell him that she was okay, but there was no faking it.
“No. I don’t think I can drive like this. Can you give me a ride?”
“What do you think I’m out here for?”
Bryce lived pretty close to Lindsay, so he only had his Schwinn bike with him. So Emma held on tight, paying him back with the sweet feeling of her chest on his back. When they finally reached her house, Emma was feeling slightly more oriented and found her way to Bryce’s lips to give him a kiss before bolting for her bed.

The next morning, the only thing running through Emma’s mind was a splitting headache. She spent her day downing pain medication and rolling around in bed. It was four o’ clock when she finally felt better, and for the latter few hours she had spent her time wondering about Lindsay. Not necessarily about how she gained her muscle, since Emma had faced her own inexplicable transformation, but rather what she could do to regain the upper hand. Emma had spent one night in the spotlight and she wasn’t about to lose it without a fight.
So her next move was to buy a nice big sports bra, throw on her running shoes, and head down to the gym. She reluctantly realized that her car was still at Lindsay’s house, but there was no returning there at least until Lindsay was asleep. Needless to say, the run to the gym caught some stares. Not that Emma was complaining.
When she arrived, she had her mind set that she would lift as much as possible for as long as possible until her physique caught up to her routine. So she approached the free weights, grabbed a bar, and stacked fifty pounds on each side. With half the gym watching, she reached down and pulled with all her might, but to no avail. A quick break and a second burst of energy fared no better. She realized the futility of her efforts and dropped ten pounds from each side. She again bent down and again couldn’t budge it.
She stopped, stood, and closed her eyes, trying her best to focus her energy. A rather large fellow from the nearby shoulder press machine walked by and offered advice.
“I hear they’re doing yoga in the fitness room across the hall, honey.”
She gave him an ugly look until he took his smirk elsewhere, then she attacked the weight one more time. She pulled and pulled and pulled, feeling like she was going to fall backwards with a slight slip of her fingers. But then, the bar began to budge. Slowly but surely, she lifted it off the floor into a set position by her waist. As she came up gasping for breath, she saw herself in the mirror and could hardly contain her excitement.
Her biceps were flexed tight on her sides, showing little extra mass but profound definition. Behind them, her triceps were flaring, ready to be utilized on the return stroke. But it wasn’t just her arms that were bigger. Her legs, her shoulders, even her abs had found new definition and musculature in that fight against gravity. But this was only the beginning.
She shifted the weight and began the ascent to her neck. It was difficult, but not as impossible as it had first seemed. She grunted it back down to her waist and huffed out,
“…One…”
Only to see that her muscles had inflated yet again with just one repetition. Her mind began to race and so did the pace of her workout.
“…Six… Seven…”
Her traps were closing the gap between her neck and her shoulders, slowly but surely.
“…Twelve… Thirteen…”
Her short workout shorts slid up her thigh, making room for the massive, corded muscle that pressed against it.
“… Twenty-five… Twenty-six…”
Her abs were cut deep, looking more defined than she’d ever seen on a woman, much less most men.
“…Forty… Forty-one…”
She finally noticed two things: the weight was incredibly light, and it was increasingly difficult to get it to her chin. Her breasts were sticking out so far, she could barely get around them. Her giant pectorals were contributing to this, but she also found that her sports bra was on its last legs. Her breasts had grown again. They were flowing out from everywhere. She couldn’t see the floor beneath her feet unless she looked down her back. But even then it was a challenge, with a newly formed large and firm ass complimenting her immense, powerful legs complete with rock-solid calves.
She added a hundred pound weight to each side of the free weight and began to lift again, with almost as much ease as she had been having before. The growth was slowing, but it was still present. Her biceps had ballooned outward and upward, pressing firmly against her mammoth breasts. By the time she dropped the weight, she had done thirty more reps and she was bigger than everyone in the gym. They, of course, had all been staring in disbelief, including the gentleman who had walked by before, who made a dash for the door when he noticed she might have some words for him.
Emma turned to a young man with dumbbells in his hand and looked down at him. She spoke softly and sweetly, asking him,
“Excuse me, would you mind helping me with my measurements?”
He looked terrified, but was quick to oblige her. He ran to the front desk and came back with a tape measure.
“Okay, where should we start?”
“How bout we go from the legs and work upwards?”
She began by standing on her toes, tensing the jagged cleft of calf muscle on both of her legs. The man wrapped the tape around it and told her,
“Twenty-four inches.”
He stared at her for a bit while she turned her calves in different directions, enjoying her physique in the mirror. It was an absolute spectacle. The shifting and pulsing of the calves was like a dance beneath her skin. The sinews pushed and pulled, back and forth, each attempting to force its way out. Her muscles were simply exploding. Emma finally came back to earth and noticed that the man was still staring.
“Oh, let’s keep going. Sorry, I’m just a bit distracted.”
As he reached around her thighs, she flexed them tight and her shorts heightened further, revealing the edges of pink lace panties. The man’s hands began to tremble slightly and a slight erection began to spring up in his gym shorts. Her thighs were titanic and Emma came to a sudden realization that if she squeezed this man’s arm between her hyper-developed trunks, he might never be able to free it. She snapped out of her fantasy as he proclaimed,
“F-forty inches.”
“Okay, now the waist.”
The man had to duck to keep his head from bumping into her enormous boobs, and eventually resigned himself to measuring from behind. However, this only firmed his erection as he saw her tight ass protruding from her shorts, which were now covering barely more than her panties. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he got the measurement after sneaking a feel of her abs of steel. Emma giggled slightly when he did this, but he was busy trying to break the news to her.
“Um… I don’t think women usually like to hear waist measurements like this. Less in public, ma’am…”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I’m curious. Indulge me.”
She said this last command tantalizingly, making the man use his hand to shift his erection to keep it from view. He was fully hard and there was little hiding it. Emma was very aware of the situation.
“O-o-okay then… Waist is thirty-six.”
“Why, that’s not too bad. Shall we try the chest then?”
He looked up at her and he knew she was teasing him. But he obliged her anyway, fiddling around, doing his best to avoid actually touching her mammoth mammaries. She was sticking her chest out to try and graze him and initiate the contact herself, but he was crafty and dodged her every move. She spoke up,
“Why don’t you try this one from behind too?”
He gulped and walked behind her, mesmerized by the definition in her back. It seemed like a topographical map full of mountains made of sheer muscle. He thought of how much she’d been lifting (originally 125, then 325) and knew that it wasn’t even near her limit. His distraction however, caused him grief as Emma grabbed his reaching hands and placed them directly on her tits.
“Come on! Isn’t it long enough?”
He was gasping for air, ready to explode at any second.
“The tape I mean! Really stretch it!”
She attempted to bring his hands together, but he knew she wasn’t trying hard enough. She was just giving him some enjoyment for his generosity. After twenty seconds of groping, she finally let go and he fell to the floor.
“Darn. Well, since the tape is seventy-two inches and it didn’t even make it the whole way around… I guess we can ballpark it and say eighty?”
“S-sure.”
His penis was throbbing and he was seconds away from coming. He was about to speak up to excuse himself, but she got to him first with her last question.
“Ready for the arms?”
He wasn’t ready. She held them out beside her head, took a quick, stern look in the mirror, and let the magic happen. Even before she flexed, her arms were twice the size of his, but after she pumped them to full height, they seemed like rounded cinder blocks. He was about to measure her, but she spoke first.
“Why don’t you feel them first? Tell me how they are to the touch.”
He couldn’t. He didn’t dare. But her teasing smile and aggressive flexing lured him back in. He placed both hands around her left bicep and still couldn’t completely encircle them. He squeezed tightly, but it was like trying to put a dent in a steel beam. She relaxed and flexed them again and they seemed to rise even further. The man jerked back violently and doubled over. She’d made him come, and with one more seductive giggle, she said,
“I guess they feel pretty good, huh? Why don’t we measure them now?”
He wiped the sweat from his brow and allowed his dignity to die off. Then he wrapped the tape around her bicep and read her the measurement.
“Twenty-seven inches.”
“Hm, alright then. I’m not really well-versed on all this bodybuilding stuff… Are those numbers good for a woman?”
He looked at her with complete astonishment.
“For a woman?! Dear, I don’t think there’s a man alive that can match those measurements. And you’ve got the looks to go with them.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet!”
She squeezed him tight to her, nearly suffocating him between her breasts.
“Oh, one more thing! Can you get my height for me?”
He had her hold the tape at the top of her head, making her look like a statue made of chiseled marble.
“Looks like… seventy-seven inches.”
“Oh wow! Six-foot-five? That’s really tall!”
“Why yes it is ma’am. If there’s nothing else, I’ve got to be going…”
“Oh sure. Thanks for all your help.”
She watched him walk away, then turned back to the mirror and made her pecs bounce, jiggling her boobs up and down.
“Now, I should go see about that car of mine.”

The run to Lindsay’s house garnered quite a few more stares from onlookers, but it certainly was easier. Her long, powerful legs ate up the pavement in long gazelle-like strides. When she arrived, she noticed she wasn’t even winded – it seemed as though her entire being was strengthened. She saw her car, still parked sideways in the driveway and walked up to the driver’s side door.
“My, aren’t you looking big today Emma?”
She turned to see Lindsay, still with the same physical traits as the night before. Except now, she was in a baby doll t-shirt that revealed her ripped midsection and yoga pants that clung tightly everywhere. Emma smirked, knowing that her payback was coming.
“Yeah, I just decided to workout a little bit.”
She brought her arms down in front of her and flexed every muscle she could find, making herself cartoonishly inflate.
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but I’ve figured out the magic trick. The game’s about to be over.”
Lindsay pulled out a tiny vial from her pocket and downed it immediately. Within seconds, she fell to the ground. Emma inched closer, worried to find out what this strange serum of her’s was about to do. And she was about to get the chance to see.
Emma began to witness her own transformation from the outside. Lindsay’s entire body pulsated, each muscle gaining mass, flaring out, and contracting. The tides of muscle crashed through her body and the sounds of ripping began. First, her thighs expanded and tore seams down her yoga pants. Still on her knees, her calves found a way to destroy the rest of them. She was getting taller and larger and her shoes stood no chance for her rapidly growing feet.
Then her shirt began it’s upward journey. Her abs deepened and layered on top of one another, pushing her breasts up. Then her back and pectoral muscles stretched the shirt to its limits, then splitting it longways it one loud burst. Her bra began to push out as her boobs filled with firm but supple flesh. As her back spread wider and her chest protruded forward, her bra exploded from her.
Her arms were not left out of the equation. As she supported herself, her flexed triceps became gargantuan. Even unflexed, her biceps formed with such mass and roundness that it seemed it would be impossible for her to fully bend her arms again. Her traps joined her shoulders and neck in a seamless, muscular transition and completed the massive transformation.
Emma stepped back slowly as Lindsay groped her way to her feet. She was still adjusting to her new muscle and size, and it was evident why. She stood at over seven feet tall, with a body that made Emma look like a featherweight. Everything on her was so tightly packed, it seemed that there was no room to move, but she managed to strut menacingly towards Emma, now backed up against her car. Emma noticed something strange about Lindsay, however. She seemed to have much more pronounced veins than herself.
“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, little girl, but I’m always going to be bigger, bustier, and better than you.”
Emma stood dumbfounded, hoping to find some way out of her impending pounding. Then she realized what must be done.
“Oh Lindsay… I can’t believe it… You’re so… sexy…”
Lindsay withdrew with some confusion as Emma approached her seductively. What had worked at the gym was the only chance she had left. Emma began caressing Lindsay’s body firmly and pressing Lindsay’s hands to her own body. They began feeling each other up and Emma sought to ramp up the intensity quickly.
“Oh my God… I’m so hot for you right now… Don’t you want me?”
She took her hands away from Lindsay and placed them on her sports bra. She tore it straight down the middle, exposing her monstrous breasts. She rubbed them up against Lindsay’s own and began kissing her passionately. She took a free hand and snapped her pink panties off with a flick of her wrist. The heat was immense in the mid-day sun and sweat was pouring everywhere. Emma gently seduced Lindsay towards the ground and they began to grope and fondle one another in the grass, each fueling the other’s fire.
But Emma was merely faking it.
“Oh… I’m so wet… Yes, Lindsay, oh God yes…”
Lindsay, however, was closing in on her moment. As Emma placed her hands on Lindsay’s rock-solid abs, she began to suck on her right breast and grinding her thick legs against Lindsay’s vagina. Soon, Emma noticed that Lindsay’s breasts were slipping away from her a bit, and her abs were becoming a bit more fleshy. She worked harder and harder to give Lindsay an intense orgasm, licking her pussy and grabbing her ass, tearing the remaining shreds of clothing from her body. Only minutes later did Emma hear the passionate moan of finishing.
Lindsay lay on the ground, limp from satisfaction. Her eyes were closed, still relishing the moment. She heard a thud and softly opened her eyes. Then she thought that she must be dizzy from the passion. Emma was standing eye to eye with the top of a bent light post, rubbing her head.
“Oh my God!”
She screamed as she looked down at her body, now back to her normal 120 pounds, but completely nude and frightened. Then she craned her neck again to look at Emma. It was a good thing she had removed her clothes beforehand, because there was no way they would have survived on a now-fourteen-foot-tall Goliath like her.
Emma looked down, but could see nothing but endless mounds of flesh. Her biceps were boulders, her shoulders, car tires. Her breasts stretched so far, she could hardly see any of the grass beneath her and she could only begin to imagine the rest of her incredible, gargantuan muscles. Even though she couldn’t see her, however, she didn’t forget about Lindsay.
Making the earth tremor with every step, she approached Lindsay’s townhouse and bent down. From behind, Lindsay watched in horror as the redwoods that were Emma’s thighs bent to get even more leverage. She dug her giant hands into the ground at the corner of the house and began to lift. The entire building tilted on axis until the base foundation was exposed. Then Emma did what she had done just a few hours before in the gym – she began to lift.
Slowly but surely, the house came off the ground with the sounds of all of Lindsay’s possessions crashing around inside it. Emma got the base of the building up to her chin and then shifted her weight slightly. With an enormous grunt, she jerked the entire house above her head and held it there, supported by her mountainous triceps and absurd frame. She turned in place to face Lindsay.
“Well, what do you have to say now little Lindsay? Sometimes, being the best isn’t enough. Sometimes you have to keep getting better.”
Lindsay could do nothing but cry. It was about to be over. There was nothing she could do at the hands of the most powerful being to ever walk the earth.

“Emma! No!”
An interruption came alongside the sound of a bike falling to the ground. Emma turned and saw Bryce racing toward her.
“If you do this, you’ll be a hundred times worse than Lindsay! Stop and think!”
Bryce had been there for Emma every day, including these last two. She just hadn’t noticed. He was at the party, he followed her to the gym to make sure she didn’t pass out from a concussion and saw the spectacle, and then watched the madness at Lindsay’s from his house with binoculars. Now he was there to bring her back to reality, to the person at the heart of who she was.
“Please, Emma. Let her go. She’s nothing compared to you, whether you’re a gigantic muscle goddess or just a loner girl who yearns for the spotlight. Just let her be, and let me help you find yourself. Because I know the real you. And I love it.”
Emma’s eyes welled and she slowly lowered the house back to the ground. She knelt down on the ground and looked deep into Bryce’s eyes.
“I just wanted people to pay attention to me.”
“It’s alright. Everyone’s going to pay attention now. Even if you end up shrinking like Lindsay did, no one will forget what you did these past two days. It’s an amazing story.”
Emma had nothing more to say, grabbing Bryce in one of her hands and placing him snugly in her chest. She stood up and began the short walk home, a ton of muscle on her body and a ton of love in her heart.