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Chapter 1 - Willpower 

"Mmmhh...pumped!"Irene said through clenched teeth as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She had woken up full of energy and looking forward to going to the gym to pump up her big muscles. But as always, before going out she lingered for a while naked in front of the mirror flexing her explosive little body to see her muscles expand and grow, just to give herself a boost before working out.

She looked at herself in the mirror, although the "mountain ranges" of her pecs were beginning to make it difficult to get a full view. She was insisting on a double biceps, the small clenched fists pressing down on two balloons of muscle that grew vibrantly upward, pushing her hands and spreading her forearms apart, literally demanding space.

The pectorals on which rested two giant breasts responded to the effort by rhythmically swelling more and more with each breath.

"Must get…more pumped!” murmured Irene again with her bare tits pressing her chin and her biceps soaring upward, surpassing by a few inches the tight little fists with which the girl was infusing infinite energy into her overdeveloped little body.  She planted her little feet on the ground and grunted.

“I want...to be...even more…pumped!" Her calves literally exploded, almost causing her to lose her balance, her quadriceps and hamstrings responded shortly by expanding her legs as if they were pressure pumped, Irene wobbled to the right and then to the left jolted by the muscle growth of one thigh then the other. She flexed her legs again… BOOM!... her glutes projected outward forming two spherical globes, each round, hard and smooth as a bowling ball, but larger in size.   The abdominals became thicker and more pronounced, struggling with each other for space and causing Irene's tummy to take on a rounded shape but, at the same time, grooved by the individual muscles pressing on each other. The lats thickened and widened suddenly, visibly distancing the arms from the body and pushing them from underneath. Finally, the pecs and breasts swelled in unison, growing almost twice as large. The mammoth breasts touched the mirror, causing the girl to flinch back a little, her chest reaching up to cover her mouth, then pushing her delicate little nose out from underneath. The biceps projected upward, even more, while maintaining the spherical shape.

She pushed again, clenching her fists, one last effort, and they grew so large that she almost had to fully extend her forearms to accommodate them.  From what little view she had left, from behind the balloons that were her breasts she looked back at herself in the mirror, filled completely with her exaggerated physiognomy of huge, full muscles.  "There. Now I'm nice and pumped!" she happily said.

Then she looked at the bathroom door, which she had entered and sighed upon realizing how small it is to her now larger muscular body, "I'll never be able to squeeze through this door, I guess I won't be going to the gym after all."

Chapter 2 - Muscles and boobs

"Oh, well" Irene said to herself, "I can go to the gym later." And she looked at herself in the mirror again. An incredible show of majestic muscles, all full, hard, thick and swollen as if they were about to burst at any moment, "Let's see what levels of pumping I can achieve by continuing to flex these balloons!”

And she continued to insist on her biceps.

Just under 160 cm, blond, with immense blue eyes, her regular features face had a strong jaw but soft facial lines, a small, delicate, slightly upturned nose, rosy, fleshy lips in the shape of a little heart, high cheekbones that led to her eyes being shaped in a way that seemed to be always smiling. She had spent the last few years of her life sculpting her body at the gym, achieving the totally unexpected results she was gazing at in the mirror.    But muscles were not everything; in fact, it can be said that they were a "collateral" discovery for her: from a very young age Irene had been endowed with out-of-the-ordinary breasts. Long before any of her peers, already in her pre-teen years, she had developed boobs so large and firm that they not only overshadowed those of girls far older, but also even those of many pornstars. Round, big, lush, and with rosy nipples straight up. As time went on, Irene's boobs seemed not to want to stop growing; by sixth grade she had a breast circumference that did not allow her to write on the desk, so much did her boobs distance her from the desk on which to rest her notebook. By the time she had finished middle school they were so large that they could be seen from any angle. Even from behind the two orbs protruded sideways as if under her clothes the girl was hiding beach balls, while from the front they extended so far that they hid her shoulders. And to say that it was in high school that she had the greatest growth. Within a few years her breasts weighed more than twice the rest of her body weight.

To better balance her weight and size of her massive breast, the rest of Irene's physique had gradually adapted, developing strong, powerful muscles. Even without ever having touched weights or exercised continuously Irene began over the years to develop calves and thighs that rivaled those of fitness champions, high, marble-like buttocks, sculpted abs that were always visible, broad shoulders, and arms with well shaped biceps and triceps.

It was one evening when she was alone at home that, looking in the mirror, she thought about what she could do to her physique by starting to train it in the gym. Without doing anything but just hauling her immense tits around for a good ten years she had received a fitness similar to that of a fitness professional, in fact perhaps even more robust. She was curious to see how her body would react to a real athletic strain. Within a single week of training, without even herself believing it, she put on ten pounds of muscle. With only six days in the gym she had become similar to a professional bodybuilder. And she was loving every minute of it. She began to attend the gym assiduously, putting on obvious muscle mass every single training day. After only a month she was more muscular than a professional male bodybuilder. And now, that she was standing there in front of the mirror she was intent on re-watching some YEARS of training.

Chapter 3 - Towers of Power

She clenched her delicate hands into small fists and flexed her biceps once more, the full spherical muscles literally erupting like volcanoes from her arms, pushing her forearms out once more and then reaching from underneath her fists, pressing them upward. Irene was forced to spread her arms a little further to accommodate the huge balloons of muscle that literally refused to stop growing, surmounting even the height of her clenched fists.

"Wow! Looks at those bombs!" Irene exclaimed in satisfaction, almost having to look up to reach the top of the biceps, which were taking on a more ovoid shape from spherical.

"I want some more!" she smiled.

And he clenched his fists again.

The biceps vibrated and, in response, grew again. In height, volume, roundness, and thickness.  "What if I ask for a little more?"

More flex. Without any sign of relenting the biceps swelled again, they had now far exceeded the height of the fists towered over the girl's arms like those giant round-walled rockets in cartoons. While the triceps balanced the inhuman growth of the biceps by swelling below the arms into lush hemispheres of power.

"M... m.... more" she added peremptorily.

A new flex.  This time the biceps hesitated to grow again. They merely stood there tall as towers and swollen as bombs, trembling conspicuously.

"Oh no you don't...don't stop on me now." Irene exclaimed addressing her biceps.

And flexed again.

Nothing. The biceps remained still and vibrated more and more.  "I...said...that...I...want.... MORE!" and added a slight grunt, more of disdain than real effort.  She spread her arms completely wide. She inhaled vehemently . Her disproportionate chest literally flooded her view. The giant boobs swelled out of all proportion, pressing even more on the mirror in front of her and forcing her to retreat another two steps.  She remained a few seconds in that position, then closed her forearms again abruptly.  Her biceps still remained stationary, trembling more and more, but it was the rest of her body that literally exploded. Her calves swelled larger and turgid than ripe watermelons. Quads expanded no less than three times, rhythmically outward. Glutes jerked adding mass that almost made them swallow the lumbars. Her tummy became bulging with abs. Lats widened the vastness of her back. Sumptuous pecs pushed her immense tits so high they almost covered her eyes.  And, finally, after a few seconds of settling - BWOOM!!! - the biceps exploded in a new wave of growth, taller, bigger, bulkier. Gigantic.  Irene was all muscle. Her body was a riot of balloons that pushed to jut out from everywhere and almost caused her to lose an "underlying" human shilouette. And towering over it all were two biceps taller than she was. Huge, majestic, powerful mountains of pure female muscle.

"Mmmmmh!!! PUMPED!" She muttered with difficulty, since her mouth with all his jaw and part of his nose were drowned in his overdeveloped chest.

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