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Congrats!!

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Great update!  I'm definitely enjoying your story and am looking forward to more…

Thanks !

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Another small update, hopefully I'll get to make a longer one next time…

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Part 3

On her careful drive to the airport, the realization of what Cindy had done started to really sink in. In her desperation, she had lifted the front of her car off the ground. How the heck, she silently gasped to herself. The adrenaline rush having worn off she found herself in shock and disbelief, even if she herself had just felt her muscles grow and threaten to rip through her cozy winter clothes. Sitting at a stop light, she put her left hand around her bicep, it was what she remembered it like, round hard muscle, but nothing like it had been before. She was surprised at the little pang of disappointment she felt at that.

She saw Tom at the airport, standing there with his familiar smile. Even before a word of spoken, she felt the last two years of fear and sadness melting away. They both hugged for what seemed an eternity, forgiveness and friendship speaking more in that gesture than words.

"I'm so happy to see you, I'm so happy… thankyou..", Cindy finally spoke fighting back tears."Thank you for what?" Tom grinned back, knowing what she meant. He took her hand, "Lets go, I'm not liking this sentimental you, bring back the Cindy I used to know, practical and nerdy", Cindy laughed as they both walked hand in hand to her car. On the drive back, they both shared tales of the what they'd been up to, and anytime Cindy came close to apologizing for what had happened, Tom would always brush it off, he told her he had let it go and she should too. Then it happened, Tom had dated a girl for his freshman year of college at which Cindy found herself oddly jealous. She had to keep reminding herself, he'd dated before, he is a friend.

Finally in her bedroom, Tom pointed out his ex-girlfriend in one of the pictures he had brought along with him. Cindy froze in place. Tom had his arm around a short blond girl wearing denim shorts showing off moderately muscular legs, she was smiling and flexing her left arm which had a small bicep! "Oh, look at that, she has muscles…" Cindy mumbled. "Yeah, I know, call me weird, but I always found that really hot about her", Tom confessed in his reply. Cindy sat back and looked Tom straight in his eyes. She had a chance, this could happen. She had been so wrong all this time. If only she had embraced her body, her muscles, how different it could all have been. She would have been with Tom, happy. She recalled the sensation of finally using her strength, the warmth, the exhilaration, the feeling of her muscles straining was thrilling. She felt like she had wasted so much time.

"What?" Tom brought her back as she realized she was still looking right at him. "C'mon, its not that weird…" he said defensively. "Nope, its not. In fact, I have muscles too!" Cindy simply replied. Tom paused for a second, then chuckled "Yep, sure you do" he said going with what he hoped was Cindy joking to diffuse his discomfort. "Feel this" Cindy said flexing her right arm, her bicep created the now familiar to her round bulge through her sweater. Tom was stunned and Cindy found herself trying to not giggle over seeing him struggling to remain cool. He reached out and tried squeezing her rock hard bicep to no avail. "Wow. You've been working out, thats … really cool", Tom struggled as she saw him enraptured with her bicep. "You really like that?" Cindy genuinely asked, she still wasn't sure if it was ex-girflfriend muscles he found attractive, or herself sitting around (which was bigger than his ex-girlfriend!) or what she somehow had flexed into earlier in the day.

"Yeah, I definitely think its really nice. Tracy was nowhere near this!". Thats all Cindy needed to know. She came clean and told him why she had turned him away, how she hated her body. Tom shook his head at her, shrugged his shoulders and just gave her a light kiss on her cheek, "I told you, its ancient history. You were silly for doing that. You're a girl, you were due a meltdown" he teased as she immediately pinched him. She didn't tell him about the car though, not yet. She didn't even quite understand that. "Wanna see more?" she shyly asked. She had never flexed to pose before, not alone and definitely never for anyone else. She was nervous, but excited. "Please!" Tom said enthusiastically. She pulled of her sweater to reveal a tight shirt underneath straining around her chest. She flexed again and now finally the both saw her bicep slowing rolling up into a round softball sized muscle stretching her shirt sleeve. Her naturally tanned skin tone glowed with health. She clenched her fist seeing her forearms flex and harden, and squeezed a little more into her flex. Right in front of her eyes she saw her bicep grow a little and the soft roundness of it pulling back as the first edge of her muscle pushed through. She stopped putting anymore into her flex, it wasn't time yet.

Judging by Tom's expression, she knew she he wanted to see more. She stood up and pulled her shirt up to just under her breasts and looked down at her naturally muscular abs. Even before she had flexed, she had a six pack showing, her narrow waist right above her sexy hips. She looked down at them and carefully flexed and saw them bunch up and grow more defined. She playfully moved her hips as if she was dancing and her abs ground up and down against each other. She wanted more so badly. She wanted to flex as hard as she could, but not yet.

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Awesome!

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Guys. This thread was started with the recalling where we were on Sept 11th. Lets not sour this over the "how", I'm sure there will be plenty of other opinions on that, but it doesn't help anyone here by fighting over it. It was a bad day for everyone. I think JimmyDimple's intention was just to reflect back.

I'm seriously tempted to say "!@$%Q#$^Q%&" <– where that includes what I think is blatantly obvious about the how of that day, but, I'm going to stick to my statement above and not. That and I've already posted earlier about where I was!

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Thanks for the encouragement  🙂

I know my updates are short, but since time is short too (I'm blaming time for lack of talent, go with me here…) here's another bit!

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Part 2

Tom wanted to see her next week over winter break.

That started in a few days! She felt a shiver of excitement run through her body. A thousand different apologies, what would she say when he came? How should she reply to the email? She hastily typed out a reply, then retyped, deleted it all, retyped it again. She laughed to herself, she hadn't felt like this in longer than she could remember. The giddy sense of happiness at seeing her old friend, stunned by him reaching out with the olive branch even after what she had done. After the initial shock, she felt herself start sinking into the same worry again. Still in her seat, she looked down at her skirt outlining her legs and saw her thick legs, she experimentally raised her left leg slowly straight out and saw it change shape as her quads went from relaxed to flexing forming each muscle. She tried squeezing it back down in frustration but it was unyielding. She promised to not mess it up this time. Tom needed to know the truth about her, she was tired of hiding from the one person who'd been by her side.

It was now very early Saturday morning and Cindy was rushing to getting ready to drive out to the airport to pick him up. She tied up her silky black her in her traditional casual ponytail, put her warm winter jacket on, struggling to zip it over her wide back and generous breasts and finally ran out the door to her car. She gasped – the 'light snow shower' had left a thick blanket of snow on the ground. Not to be deterred, she trudged to her car. There was a 2 foot tall snow bank behind it where the snowplows had gone through boxing it in. Grumbling to herself she ran back to her room and got a shovel. Immediately attacking the snow desperate to get out, she found herself making slow progress, but having seemingly tireless energy, she cleared a path for herself. She jumped in her car, put it in reverse and gunned it out of its spot only to get the rear tires over the path she cleared and ground it. The little Volkswagen was stuck. She sat in the car, her breath steaming in the cold, holding the steering wheel in both gloved hands.

She couldn't miss him at the airport. Never. She stepped out of the car and walked to the front and just stared at it. She put her hands on the bumped and pushed. She felt her triceps bulge, her calves bunched up and pressed up inside her winter boots, but no matter how much she tried, she kept slipping. Her frustration kept growing as she fell and scuffed her knee. She was growing desperate, and she had to do what she didn't want to. She was going to put her strength to work. She looked around and saw no one else. She grabbed hold of the front of the car again, and only this time she got ready to lift it. She'd never tried anything like this, but desperate times…

With a good grip she strained upwards with her muscles surging with strength. For all her life when she had done her best to avoid her gift, she found herself wishing to be stronger and stronger and stronger. So strong that she could do the impossible, lift the front of the car and push it over where it was stuck. She strained harder, her legs grew harder than they ever had before, her muscles thickened, her back thickened under her jacket, her body growing stronger, the car itself started coming off the ground. Her jacket burst open as her muscles grew, she finally had the car off the ground and her legs straight. She stood there for a second, too stunned to soak in the fact that she was holding the front of her car off the ground, puffing with effort. Stepping forward and felt a constricting sensation around her calf and then heard her boot break open as her calf muscle flexed.

Gingerly she cleared her car and slowly put it down. She was breathing hard over her exertions but felt amazing. She had an overwhelming desire to flex, she needed to see what she looked like under her straining winter clothes. She wanted to stand in front of a mirror and see her body, see her muscles, the same muscles that had grown before her very eyes. She could see her breasts rising and falling slowly through her thick winter sweater. Her pectorals had grown with the rest of her and she felt herself aroused by how proudly her breasts rested on her chest. She wanted to flex so badly right now, to feel each muscle bulge and see it move. 

She felt the change, like a breath of air after being submerged for so long, she breathed. She felt freed. She smiled, her cheeks a shade of red over her effort, her breath misting in the air. She had been freed. She had to pick up Tom! She rushed to the airport.

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I was in the train headed to Midtown Manhattan. The towers were hit while I was in transit. I remember the train was a typically crowded commuter. A man was standing in the isle next to me who I overheard on his cell phone

"What? A plane flew into the WTC? And now you're telling me someone bombed the Pentagon? Yeah yeah, you're not funny. I'll see you in a bit"

A few minutes later the announced on the train that PATH train service had been suspended going into the WTC and people willing to go straight into Midtown would not get charged. As the train cleared Newark, I saw a black clod in a clear blue sky. As my eyes followed the cloud, I remember the silence that descended in the train as people saw it connected to the two tower on fire.

We slowly rolled into NYC and as I walked out of Penn Station, cell phone service was barely operational (alot of NYC's cell towers were on the WTC). I made it into work and the floor had people standing around TV screens that were mounted on walls. Everyone was watching the news. Thats when I saw the first of the two towers collapse.

The city was in lockdown, all outbound train services were stopped best I knew, the Bridges were closed. That evening a group of us walked over to the only way we knew home, the Ferry service across the river to NJ. From the water we had a clear view of Downtown, and the massive pillar of smoke rose high into the sky.

A few months before that I had changed jobs. My previous job had me commute through the WTC everyday (it had subway/PATH trains in the basement). I feel blessed to be alive today and am saddened to this day over what happened six years ago.

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I have no idea what direction this is going, but I REALLY like the beginning.  I'm looking forward to more.

Hate to admit it but neither do I  ;D

Its surprisingly challenging, I have a whole new appreciation for all the writers out here!

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Good to see you back! Hope all is well and happy to see you writing again.

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Rare seeing this style of artwork. Nice work!

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