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Brandi: the Workout
By Hatour

Many of you may remember how Brandi won the World’s Strongest Man contest.  We were going to spend some time together that night, but her mother had other ideas.  In fact, her mother was quite protective of her.  I was not able to see her in person again until her first year of college.  However, we did talk on the phone a lot.  Despite how much I begged, she would not give a progress reports.  She just said that she wanted it to be a surprise.

She had applied to the college I was at, University of Nevada, Las Vegas, and got in.  I had not seen her in just under a year (her birthday is in the summer).  She said she wanted to meet me at her local gym, where she could assure our privacy.  She gave me the address and I was there, in my workout clothes.  I heard that she was in the locker room getting ready.  I was sitting and patiently waiting for her to come into the workout room.  When she was ready, she entered the room.

She filled the whole door frame  And I mean the WHOLE doorframe.  She had grown.  The height chart next to the door stated that she was now 6’ 9” (2.06 m), a whole 3 inches (0.06m) taller!!  She looked huge.  She was wearing a two piece black spandex outfit that matched her raven black hair.  The halter top started around her neck and stretched over her beautiful breasts, hiding her thick pecs.  Her very short bike shorts were stretched to the limit by her massive thighs.  I had an instant hard on and she hadn’t even entered the room yet!!

“I see that you still like muscular women,” she said, spying my erect member.  “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.  Now it’s time to workout.”  She walked to the center of the room.  “What should I start with, your choice.”

“Gee, I don’t know,” I replied.  “Since your beautiful arms are bear, why not start with biceps?”

“Standing or Preacher?”

“Preacher.”

She walked over the to preacher bench and sat down. There was already weight on the bar. “Do me a favor,” she asked, “could you give me two more 50 lb. (22.68 kg) plates?”  I got them for her.  That was when I was able to calculate how much was on the bar.  The bar is 25 lbs. (11.34 kg) and there was already three 50 lb. (22.68 kg) plates on each side already.  With the plates I just placed on the bar, she was about to curl 425 lbs. (192.78 kg) !!! “That should give me a good work out,” she stated plainly.

She heaved up the incredible weight with no effort.  Her massive bicep leapt to action.  She pumped 425 lbs. (192.78 kg) weight twenty times. When she was done with the preacher curl.  She had curled 510 lbs. (231.33 kg) !!  She stood up and flexed her humungous biceps over and over.  “That feels good,” she purred.  “Did you bring the tape measure?”  I nodded, mesmerized by her large biceps.  “Please get it.  It’s time to measure them.”

I grabbed the tape measure and climbed on a bench (My G-d she was big!!).  I remember that she had told me at the contest that her arms measured 22 inches (55.88 cm) around.  She straightened her arm out and I placed the tape around her arm.  Relaxed, her arm measured 15 inches (38.10 cm)!!  My are flexed isn’t that big!  The tape became to expand as her massive bicep rose.  Higher and higher her arm rose.  17 inches…20 inches…23… 25 and finally her shaking arm stopped at an unreal power packed thickness of 27 inches (68.58 cm).  “Feel it,” she commanded.  It was hard as granite.  It was harder than a diamond.  I was convinced that she could cut glass with it.

“I think I should work my legs now.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” she said, winking at me.  She loaded 1,700 lbs. (771.11 kg) on the squat machine, 200 lbs. (90.72 kg) more than at the contest.  “This should warm me up.”  She lifted the weight and her thighs expanded to an unbelievable size.  She did 10 quick reps and added another 200 lbs. (90.72 kg).  When she finish with her last three reps with 2,700 lbs. (1,224.71 kg).  “I think it’s time do go for a new max….3,000 lbs. (1,360.79 kg).”

I was flabbergasted.  We must of loaded all the plates in the gym on the bar.  The bar was bending quite severely.  She got under the bar with grim determination.  She grunted as she lifted the bar off the holders.  Her quads looked like they were about the break through her skin.  A single cord of muscle on her thigh looked to be as big as my legs put together.  She squatted deep and started slowly rise up.  When she was able to stand up, she said “That was easier than I thought.”  She proceeded to squat the massive weight two more times.

She shook her thighs back and forth than snapped them to attention.  The striations on her leg was beautiful and deep.  Her thick massive legs jutted out from her small knee.  I knelt in front of her and took out the tape measure.  I could not put my arms around her thighs.  She smirked when she saw this.  When I was able to measure her thigh, it measured 90 inches (228.60 cm).  Then she flexed… 110 inches (279.40 cm) round!!!  My G-d her massiveness was overwhelming.  I started to kiss her rock hard thigh.  She began to moan.  “Not yet, my lover, ” she purred.

She sauntered up to the bench press machine.  The machine already had a bar with 600 lbs. (272.11 kg) on it.  She grabbed two 50 lb. (22.68 kg) plates in each hand and added them to the ends of the bar.  She laid down on the bench and ripped out twenty quick reps.  She added another 200 lbs. (90.72 kg) to the bar.  It was amazing to see Brandi lift the weight like a piston, as she did another twenty reps.  She stopped at five reps at 1,300 lbs. (589.56 kg).

“What?!” I exclaimed. “ is that all you can bench press?”

She smiled a crookedly coy smile.  “You think that is all I have?” she replied.

“You can’t have much more left.”  She walked over to the rack and grabbed the rest of the weights on it and added it to the bar.  The bar was bending almost to a 90 degree angle due to all the weight on the bar.  “You have got to be kidding me,” I said.  “You can’t really bench press…(pause to count the weight)…(gulp)…1,800 lbs. (816.32 kg) Can you?”

“I don’t know.  My max is 1,500 lbs. (680.27 kg)” she said.  “But I guess you inspire me.  Come here.”  She laid down on the bench as I approached her.  “Get on the bar.”  I looked at her like she was crazy, but she already had the look of determination of someone psyching themselves up for a lift.  With me on the bar, she would be lifting a total of 1,960 lbs. (888.88 kg).  I did get a wonderful view of her pumped up pecs and arms.  My member was erect before she even touched the bar.

She grasped the bar and heaved it up.  Her arms were shaking a little.  She lowered me and the bar to her chest.  She screamed as she slowly lifted the bar to the top.  Some small tearing sounds could be heard as her chest and arms were expanding to unheard of proportions.  “That all?” I asked.  She responded by lowering the bar down again.  Another scream came from her lungs as she slowly started to lift the bar up.  She stopped about halfway as the tears in her halter top were widening.

“I knew you couldn’t do it,” I said.  The look on her face was priceless.  She slowly began to raise the bar again.  At the top, her halter top lost the battle with her chest.  The halter sprung across the room, freeing her huge breasts and even larger, striated pectoral muscles.  She placed the bar back on the rack and lifted me up with one arm.

“Take me…now!” she commanded.  While holding me in the air, she flexed her hip and thighs.  Her bottoms tore in half and was flung to the opposite wall.  She ripped the cloths off my body, releasing my raging hardon.  She instantly placed me inside her.  She gyrated her hips with such precision, strength and tenderness, that we hit our orgasms almost instantly.  She grabbed the bar over her head as I pumped furiously.  When her orgasm hit, screeching metal was heard as she tore the 25 lbs. (11.34 kg) bar in half with her bare hands.

“So,” she said, after we caught our breathes, “Do you like what you see?”

The End?

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I think that covers my opinion adequately.

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THANKS for posting this Hatour.  It really made my day.  Keep up the GOOD work!

Adrian Burns

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