LOCKER ROOM - Chapter Three (Patreon)

ENTER SARA

Hillary ran awkwardly between the gym's still empty baseball and basketball courts and reached the weight room. A little room, dimly lit and not well equipped, yet she was sure she would find Sara there. That girl could not go too long without lifting steel.

And indeed, as soon as she opened the frosted glass door she could see, from behind, that Sara was intent on completing a high chest set on a inclined bench, with an old barbell on which she had mounted an improbable amount of weights.

Hillary noticed that the barbell was stressed to the point that the rod with which Sara was performing the exercise, with almost mechanical rhythmicity, was bending at the ends. It must have been around 150 kilograms on each side, and the girl seemed to handle it with some ease.

You could tell she was working hard, since her arms were vibrating and her breathing was heavy, but at the same time this did not affect the quality of the repetitions, which proceeded perfectly and continuously.

Realizing that someone had entered the gym Sara placed the barbell on the rack behind the bench, producing a noise that rattled the door glass.

She stood up, turned around, and taking a small towel with which she wiped her forehead she greeted her friend, "Hey Hilly! What are you doing here? I was going to join you in a little while."

Hillary swallowed, she had seen Sara dozens and dozens of times but the sight of that girl's physique always took her breath away.

Not very tall, about 170 cm, brunette with a very pretty face, green eyes and a somewhat dark complexion, as if she was always slightly tanned. She wore black bob hair and was almost always in gym clothes, of which she was a real fanatic. And it showed.

Sara's musculature was something out of this world, not only for an high school girl, but also for a mature body-building champion. In fact, it could be said that she had surpassed, by now, even the size of any male bodybuilding champion around.

Extremely broad shoulders that made impossible for her to pass, straight, through any doorway, bulging deltoids, swollen, round as cannonballs, but larger, even at rest. Trapeziums so fleshy and thick that they almost completely covered her neck and touched the base of her ears. The chest was something disproportionate. Wide, mighty, slightly striated pectorals exploded over her chest, projecting quite a bit from her ribcage, as if she had swallowed full cushions of a large couch. Above them stood two firm tits, each as big and solid as one half of a coconut. They would have been impressive breasts, on a body of any girl her age, but on Sara's immense pecs they rested like on huge hot air balloons.

Her lats were wide and full, protruding mightily from under her armpits and making it impossible for her to bring the arms closer to her torso, not only because of her swollen back but also because of the mass of the arms themselves. Attached to the monstrous deltoids were swollen, turgid biceps bigger than ripe watermelons, triceps in proprtion, and forearms the size of a muscular man's thighs. The strong but small, short-fingered hands looked minute at the apex of those monstrous arms. The abdomen was a bulge of ten spheroids that barely managed to stay in place, so much so that they seemed to want to climb over each other, the waist was thick giving her a figure of incredible power, like a tree trunk with rounded walls.

And the crazy and funny thing at the same time was that the torso was the "weak" part of Sara's body!!!

Descending with her gaze Hillary reached her legs. Sara’s strong point. The buttocks were gigantic and could be seen from every angle, so much did they protrude - like rising planetods - from every part of her body. Her legs were short, which made them look even more monstrous. The quads bulged just below the pelvic junction like blimps on the verge of exploding and fell heavy on strong knees but that seemed to disappear under the immense bulges of the thighs. And then the calves. Sara's pride and honor. Two gigantic balloons, expanding from just below her knees into two boulders beyond comparison, each as big as a male bodybuilder's chest. They seemed almost to engulf her ankles, and with every movement of the girl they moved, taking on inhuman, almost frightening proportions. Considering also that the vastness of the muscles, so immense and powerful were, bellowed audibly when the girl flexed them!

Sara was wearing a top and a pair of shorts, which could have been used as camping tents, but on her body they looked like baby clothes on the body of an adult. She didn't wear shoes though as she loved to feel the ground press under the soles of her feet as she exerted herself, also because she was a bit wild and loved to take off her shoes as soon as she could and show off her little feet, small and stubby with an accentuated arch, a placed and rounded heel, and short, slightly curled toes.

Hillary took that couple of good minutes in silence that always served to literally make one's mind believe that a body like Sara's could exist and be there in front of it.

"Well? What’s up?" the overdeveloped young woman asked her, trying to rouse her from her shock

"IT'S...IT'S... Look, you have to come to the locker room! The big boobs girls are putting on a show!"

"Jade and Lucille? The dolls duo? What did they do this time?" said Sara, smiling.

"Not only them...Sylvie too...she lifted each one of them with one hand, and it looks effortless! And I haven't told you the best part!!! All three of them with those giant boobs are naked and free!!!" continued Hillary waving her arms mimicking Silvia holding her friends above her head

"That sounds like fun! Let's go!!!" said Sara

"Come on!!!" exclaimed Hillary.

"But first..." said Sara pointing one of her bare feet ahead of her, making the floor shake a little so much that Hillary wobbled.

"WHRRRAAAAAA!!!"she roared and did a most muscular that made her body rise like a cake baking in the oven and , between the vibrations of the tensed muscles and the pure power that the girl's body emitted, the whole room trembled, with the weights rattling in their honeycombs and the doors slamming as if during a thunderstorm.

"That's it, when I have to flex I have to flex. Let's go!" concluded Sara.

Hillary adjusted her hair, smiled with some embarrassment at her friend, and led her to the locker room.