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Thanks Trilliwig!  To answer your question…  I thought the green hair was a dead giveaway!!  ;D

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Thanks ze fly  🙂

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I use Lightwave.  Close enough? 🙂

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Whew… This was alot of work!!  Was it worth it or am I wasting time?  Lemme know.

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Just added another illustration to the Art forum. 🙂

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Thanks Reason.  I looked at a photo for a few details, but it was largely from my head.

Here's a colour version.

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Thank you! 🙂  I have some other bits of arwork on the tail end of my FMG story posted here.. "For the Love of Guns"

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Here's a sketchy-sketch of Jasmine as she appears at the end of the story.  ;D

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Here's a quickie sketch I made of Betty.

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Part 3

Betty awoke the next day well-rested.  Her left arm was raised towards her headboard and when she awoke she had a vision of a large, blurry bicep staring her in the face.  She slowly flexed it a few times and smiled as she smooshed her face with her beefy muscle.

Making her way into the kitchen she did her daily measuring session.  "Grrrrr!" She flexed as hard as she could.  The tape slipped beyond the 15 inch mark and settled at 15.5.  "Wow!  A half inch in one day!"  She turned towards a large mirror and made a double-bicep pose.  Flexing her mighty biceps and smiling broadly.

Betty decided to hit the local DCM club for leg day.  The manager had his employees constantly spying on her during her workout.  When she saw someone looking as she worked her legs, she winked at them and gave them a quick flex of her bicep.  She laughed at their reaction.

The week progressed agonizingly, but it passed.  Sandy was showing Betty various new ways to train the same muscle.  She never commented at the fact that Betty only seemed to be working her biceps, and nothing else.  Her alternating workouts were at the local club, and then she went to the next town for working her favorite muscles.  At the end of the week she measured her arms and said, "16.5 inches!" with a very large grin.  Her arms were looking truly large.  She loved how heavy they felt when she made fast, twitchy flexes.  The momentum was felt in her shoulders.

"Okay I'm going to show you something new today." Sandy said as Betty set down her gym bag.

"Okay let's go!" as she walked towards the gym.

"No, not that way.  Over here."  Sandy led Betty down a hall into a quiet area of the gym.  "These rooms were made for yoga, but not many of the women use them.  They seem to favor the weights."  At this point a muffled, gasping shout followed by a clank was heard from the gym area as another woman pushed her body to her limits.  "But the smart ones, attack their progress from different directions.  Sit down in the lotus position.  I am going to teach you how to use meditation to enhance your ability to grow."

"Okay great!"  Betty sat down and closed her eyes.

"Picture with your mind everything I say.  Focus and relax at the same time.  With practice you will really see an enhancement to your workouts."

Sandy instructed Betty various visualizations.  Energy flowing into her body from the earth, her muscles growing from receiving this energy, one body part at a time.  Betty tried to follow along the best she could, but she kept coming back to her biceps.  Sandy went through the body one piece at a time and Betty feigned following along, but in her mind's eye, everything was the biceps.  Glowing, blue energy flowing into them, and then they responded by swelling larger and larger, and growing harder and harder.  She visualized every conceivable improvement she could think of… The two heads splitting wider apart, her veins getting thicker, and inch after inch of bulging, heavy growth.

"And open your eyes.  How was that!"  Sandy asked.

"Very interesting!  I will do this before every workout and see how it effects my results!  Thanks!

The next morning, Betty awoke to her phone ringing.  "Hello?"

After a slight pause.. "Betty."

"Susan!  What do you want?"

"I wanted to apologize." Susan said. She always was the sweet one of the group Betty thought. "I think we overstepped our bounds and I want to be your friend again.  If you'll let me."

"Does Jasmine feel the same way?"

"No.  When I'm around her, I..  I am persuaded by her so easily.  She knows how to get what she wants all the time.  She told me that you haven't been working your arms as much lately."

"Yeah…"  Betty smiled, "I am using more balance in my routines lately."

"That's great!"

"It sure is, kiddo.  I tell you what… Why don't you come over for lunch.  But.. Not today..  Things are a little crazy right now.  Let's say this Thursday, three days from now."

"Okay that would be great!  I'm so glad we could make this work out."

"Sure thing Susan.  See you then!  Bye." Betty then immediately hung up the phone and giggled to herself.  Then she looked at her arms and said, "Come on girls..  Let's pull double-duty."

Betty wanted to prepare for Susan's visit.  She wasn't honest with her on the phone.. She had nothing to do but eat and work out.  She figured a little white lie can't compare to her betrayal.  Not that she is all to blame.  Jasmine can be intimidating to a sweet little thing like Susan.

The next three days were spent plowing through meditation sessions followed by excruciating workouts.  Each day she would come home dragging her feet, spent from the days activities.

Thursday afternoon arrived with a mousy knock on Betty's door.  The door opened partway and Betty said, "Hello Susan.  You are looking good.  Been working out I see."

"Yeah, I am doing what I can."  Susan punctuated this with a quick flex of her nicely defined pectorals.

"Looking good there!" Betty said as she raised up her arm and grabbed the door frame.  Susan's eyes widened and her face went pale.

"Betty!"

"Yes?" Betty said with sheer delight.

"BETTY!"

Betty slowly flexed her arm and a huge bicep erupted, rising high into a jagged peak.  "Not bad huh?"

"Wow." Susan said as she grabbed the swollen muscle with both hands and then lowered her head to kiss it.  "Just incredible.  I've always loved your big biceps but this..  This is off the scale!!"  Betty was beaming.  "How big are your arms now?"

"Why don't we find out?"  Betty's never had an assistant measure her before.  This should be fun.  Susan followed Betty into the kitchen and Betty handed her the measuring tape.  "Okay when you are ready, I will flex."

Susan wrapped the tape around her bulky arm and said, "Go."  Betty grabbed her fist with her other arm and flexed with all of her might.  Her bicep swelled larger and larger.  "Okay it looks like…"

"Wait!" Betty grunted.  And she poured on the flex.  Her bicep grew just a bit more.

"WOW!  Your arms are 18 and a half inches!  And it's all bicep!"

"All my big girls!" Betty said with pride.

"But how are you doing this if you are not going to the gym?"

"I am going to another gym for my arms.  Jasmine's made this such a hassle, but I've gotten around her sphere of influence.  There's another Club DCM over in Hillbrook that I use every other day."

"You are working your guns every other day now?!"

"Yep.  And they're only going to get bigger.  Bigger and bigger!"

"Betty, you're a little crazy, but I love you."  Susan kissed Betty's flexing bicep and then hugged her one large arm.  That night, Susan and Betty took their friendship to a new level.

Betty never knew she would have so much fun with a woman.  They were soon spending all their free time together.  Susan would help Betty with her workouts on "Bi Day" as she called it.  They got very experimental.  One method that Betty liked was to have Susan give a sharp tug downwards in the middle of a curl.  Betty's arms continued to grow.  Within two weeks' time, Betty measured in at 21 inches.

"I think I am just about ready to enter the Tetsuko area!" Betty exclaimed.

"That's so cool!  I want to come with you!"  Susan said.

The next day, they both piled in the trolley and headed to club.  Susan always got giddy on Bi Day.  She said it made her so horny to watch her lover work out those big arms.

"Stop right there miss." a beefy man said. "I'm sorry but we cannot allow you to work out here any more."

"Why the hell not?!" Betty said angrily.

"I have orders from the manager.  Something about symmetry violations."

"Jasmine!" Betty erupted.  She turned to Susan and bellowed, "Did you tell her I was coming here?!"

"No!  I swear!" Susan said, her body in a cowering posture.

Betty believed her and took her in her big arms and said, "Relax.  Stand tall.  I am going to put a stop to this."  Betty and Susan left the club in silence.  Susan could see that Betty was fuming.  "I came here to work my arms and that's what I'm going to do.  Follow me."

Betty led Susan into the back parking lot of the club.  Betty looked around thoughfully.  Then looked at her arms and did a quick flex.  "Hmmmmm."  After wandering around the lot, she exclaimed, "Ah HA!"  Susan didn't know what she was doing.  "This should do." and she walked up to a pickup truck.

"Betty, you're not going to…"

"Just keep a lookout."  She breathed in and out ten times quickly and then grabbed the underside of the rear bumper.  Susan's eyes went wide when the back end of the truck lifted.  Betty's biceps exploded from her arms and veins popped out everywhere. "One!" she grunted.  "Two!  Three!  Four!  F-f-five!  Sssssix!"  Betty's body was shaking and her face grew red with determination.  "SEVEN!!  EIGHT!!!!"  She let go and the truck plopped down and bounced.  Betty panted and asked, "How's that?"  Then she flexed her mighty bicep as Susan looked at it slack-jawed.

"It's so huge!!  I took the tape with me.  I was going to surprise you with it later."

"What a good lover!  Let's measure my big babies!" Betty said.

"Twenty two…  No… Twenty two and three quarters!  Shit!  It's so enormous!!"  Susan said.  The head of Betty's bicep was pushing into her forearm as she flexed.  She relaxed and flexed again and Susan watched Betty's heavy bicep jump up and down like it was trying to break free of her arm.

"Come on, let's go back into town and get my life back." Betty said.  Susan followed her, with her arms wrapped around Betty's giant, veiny, right bicep.

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Part 4

Betty's clenched fist pounded on Jasmine's door.  Susan stood behind her quietly.  "Open the door Jasmine!  I know you're there, your gas-guzzler is here!"  Betty heard something coming from inside Jasmine's home so she put her ear to the door.  She heard the sound of rhythmic metal clanging.  "What is that?" she wondered aloud.  She listened to the door again and the clanging continued with the occasional sound of Jasmine grunting loudly.  Once again Betty pounded on the door, "Come on Jasmine!"

Jasmine's door opened slowly.  Jasmine stood in the opening wearing a robe that she was holding closed with her folded arms.  She was sweatting and breathing heavily.  "What do you want?  Susan?  Holy shit Betty, your arms!

Betty cocked her right arm up and gave Jasmine a powerful flex of her oversized bicep.  "We need to talk.  Your intervention didn't work.  I want you to stop meddling in my…  Are you working out at home now?"

"Uh, yeah..  I bought some equipment.  It's nice and convenient to be able to use it any time.  Hi Susan." Jasmine said.  She didn't look comfortable talking about this.

Betty extended herself up on her toes and peered over Jasmine's shoulder.  "But all you have here is a bench press machine."

"It does flys too." Jasmine added.

"Strange." Susan said.

"What's going on here..  You seem different somehow." Betty said with one eyebrow raised.

"Me?!  Look at your fuckin' arms!  It's ridiculous!"

"I like them.  And so does Susan." Betty said.  Susan worriedly looked up at Jasmine.

"Oh really!  Is this true?" Jasmine asked.

Susan was silent for about six seconds then said, "Yes.  It is true.  In fact, they turn me on."  Susan wrapped both of her arms around Betty's bicep head and Betty flexed it for her then blew her a kiss.

"I see." Jasmine said.

"So what is it you are hiding from us, Jasmine?" Betty asked.

"Well." Jasmine paused and then opened her robe.  Betty and Susan's eyes grew wide and their eyebrows raised.  Jasmine, still breathing heavily was clearly still pumped from a workout.  Her pectorals were gigantic!  Big, thick beefy slabs of girl muscle, with a faint hint of veins crawling over them.  The left pec twitched and her large, bare left breasts bounced sharply in response.  Betty figured her pects were sticking out six or seven inches from her chest wall.  Neither of them have seen such a set of overdeveloped pectorals on anyone, man or woman.  Susan felt herself moisten as her lust overtook her.

"I can't believe this." Betty finally managed to say.  Jasmine brought her shoulders forward slightly and gave her huge pectorals a brief flex.  A network of bulky muscle fibers pushed through her skin making a series of grooves stretching along her thick slabs of muscle.  "What…  What… Where do get off telling me about balance when you grow these big monsters?"

"Well," Jasmine said, "I wanted to increase my bust size, but I wasn't fond of the idea of surgery.. So this seemed like a good option.  I guess they really took to the extra attention.  They grow so fast!"  Jasmine looked down at her chest as if she was even surprised by them.  She flexed them again and watched the flex roll up her chest like a powerful wave.

"I think if I looked up hypocrite in the dictionary, I'll see a picture of your titties.  Are you gonna go to all of these gyms and tell them to let me do what I want?"  Betty asked.  She looked at Susan and then did a double-take.  Susan's eyes were transfixed on Jasmine's chest.

"Under the circumstances," Jasmine admitted, "I think that would be the best thing to do."

"And how about… an apology!?" Betty added.

"I'm sorry Betty.  What you do to your body is your own business.  Can you ever forgive me?  I was such a bitch to you.  And to you, Susan."  Jasmine looked at Susan and saw her licking her lips slowly.  Betty rolled her eyes.

"Sure.. All is forgiven." Betty said.

"I'm glad we worked this out." Susan said, snapping back to lucidity.  The girls all hugged eachother.  "You know what?  I'm starting to feel like the odd girl of this group, looking so.. normal.  I've always wanted to have really powerful thighs.  I mean really powerful!"

"Well let's go to the gym!" Betty said.

"Sounds good." Jasmine said as she pulled a T-Shirt down over torso.  Her big breasts supported by her giant pectorals pushed her shirt a foot from her body.  "I'll need to set things straight with the manager.  I'll get my diaphragm."

The End

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