LOCKER ROOM - Chapter Four (Patreon)

SARA JOINS - AND RULED - THE FUN

Hillary opened both doors of the locker room- otherwise Sara would never have gone through one -and made room for her friend, who entered, walking all pumped, her head resting on her pecs and moving with her legs slightly apart because of the immense mass of her thighs and calves that would not have allowed her, otherwise, to move.

Sylvie was still there, with her arms stretched high, and her hands with their palms wide open, on each of which rested the firm asses of Jade and Lucille. The two bombshell kept flexing their biceps and titillating the breasts of the giantess who held them aloft with their little feet.

The sight was breathtaking. The boobs of the three beauties were like six giant blimps pointed forward. Jade and Lucille’s muscles were jutting out full and lush. Sylvie was bulging with power.

The faces of the three were in ecstasy.

"Hey, look at that mountain of lusty babes!" said Sara, rousing Sylvie, Jade and Lucille who looked at her smiling and without losing the pose, which they had been holding for some time now.

"And I see you’ve some good muscles too!" continued Sara.

"But of course, these are another category," said and she placed a double bicep that blew up two beach balls on her arms, so round, pumped and big that she almost had to spread her forearms a bit to accommodate their growth.

"And these atomic bombs certainly aren't just there for looks, let's make them work a little!" Sara continued.

"So, pumpkin tats" she said addressing Sylvie, "Why don't you sit here," and she pointed reclining her head to a wooden bench in the locker room, "don't leave the big dolls of course!"

Sylvie, as if not feeling in the least the weight of Jade and Lucille still sitting on the palms of her hands, began to walk around the locker room, barefoot, with her big boobs and belly projected out and her arms stretched out with her friends on them.
Each step resonated like a small earthquake tremor.

"Weeeee!" Jade cried as she felt herself being moved.

Then the colossal Sylvie, keeping her arms outstretched, her friends sitting on her hands, bent at the knees - they could see their quads and calves explode in mass to accommodate the movement - and sat down on the bench, which creaked noticeably from the weight of the three majestic girls.

"Good! And now...." Sara said as she approached, bent down, put her hands under the bench, next to where Sylvie was sitting, and began to rise up, trying to take the bench and everything on it with her.

Sara's back literally doubled in mass, the muscles ballooning, the arms exploded expanding more and more, the monstrous legs became gigantic, the muscles pushed each other, the wood of the bench began to creak under the pressure of Sara's inhuman strength as opposed to the weight of Sylvie, Jade and Lucille sitting on it.

Sara then decided to give a firm tug to lift the bench with the three friends on it, straightened her back and legs, reclined her head back, and...unbelievably.... failed to lift it as she had thought.

It was very strange, she was used to bearing such weights and yet, she wondered, “Why on earth was that bench, Sylvie, Jade and Lucille giving me so much trouble?”

She gritted her teeth, tightened her grip on the wood of the bench, and added strength to the gesture she was already performing. Her muscles grew immanently, as if the mass was diligently following the girl's request to use more strength. Sara's arms were now as thick as the trunks of ancient oaks, her shoulders were no longer simply broad, but vast, you could see the girls behind her literally shifting their gaze from right to left to fully observe it. And then the legs...Sara's famous legs...they were so mighty, swollen and tensed that literally the muscles that made them up were pushing against each other every of them screaming for superiority.

The muscle bands bellowed as they tensed and grew, inner thighs, hamstrings, glutes, quads, and calves pressed on each other demanding space to expand again and again. Sara was starting to lose the human form and being a monstrous all muscle mass.

Yet, the bench creaked, bellowed, bent but, still did not lift off the ground.

"Aww...what's the matter small stuff," Sylvie mocked, "throwing in the towel aready?"

"You'd like that, huh?" Sara said still gripping the bench, her muscles vibrating and swelling in size, "there has to be some reason why I can't get this bench off the ground" she added.

Hillary then realized what’s happening and exclaimed in front of everyone, "I know, the bench is bolted to the floor!" And she pointed to the thick wooden legs of the bench, which were, in fact, firmly fastened to the floor and wall behind with metal clamps and iron screws as thick as a grown man's finger. "There's no way you can lift it."

Without letting go, Sara, who had heard Hillary’s remark realized that she was not infusing the effort with the right amount of power: she did not only have to lift the three friends and the bench, but it also had to be ripped off the supports.

She huffed and infused even more strength into the gesture. Without any warning her whole body seemed to explode with MORE muscle mass, as it was forcibly inflated by an invisible cartoony pump.

The first "victims" were Sara's top and shorts, which exploded into strips of fabric, unable to withstand the growth of the girl's chest and buttocks that had doubled their already more than considerable mass in terms of a few seconds.

Naked, huge, powerful, Sara strained further. Her muscles could be seen vibrating as the clamps staring at the bench surrendered to her superiority. Sylvie who was still holding onto the outstretched arms pose supporting Jade and Lucille could not believe it as she felt the floor and wall crack, the metal creak and the wood literally beg for mercy.

Jade and Lucille, from their lofty positions, did not even have time to notice when, with a devastating noise Sara ripped the bench from the floor, breaking screws, clamps, nuts and locknuts, and carrying away part of the plaster and tiles.

Now the mighty naked monumental girl had freed the bench with the three friends on it from captivity and was holding it close to her chest as if she were doing bicep curls with the immense weight. But she was not satisfied yet.

Without even bending her knees, but only with the strength of her back, abdomen and immense arms she lifted the bench with the three friends above her head with a snort, in an Olympic weightlifter's pose.

The show was incredible. Sara, naked and so pumped up that she could barely move stood in the center of the locker room. With her legs extremely spread apart because by now, having attained such mass it was impossible to keep them any closer together, her arms raised above her head, her triceps soaring out to the sides like rising suns, her bicpeps pressing her cheeks and her lats spreading out in almost inhuman fashion, reminded the girls of the backs of whales or dinosaurs they had seen in science documentaries.

She held the bench with the mighty Sylvie on it, who still held up Jade and Lucille, one on each hand who by now had come almost to touch the ceiling with their heads, feet off the ground.

But Sara, was still NOT SATISFIED.

To everyone's amazement she removed one hand from under the bench and continued to hold all the weight only with one arm, which, in response to the weight inhaled further adding mass to the already monstrous tricep and bicep.

With her arm free, Sara, to sign her performance with a pure display of muscle superiority, flexed her bicep.

After the workout, the effort of ripping the bench off the ground and wall and that of lifting it with her three friends, Sara's arm was literally roaring with power. As soon as the girl clenched her fist and flexed her forearm the biceps erupted into a muscular blimp exploding upward and outward, growing in sight before them all, huge, swollen, shiny, inhuman, almost frightening with a perfectly audibly explosion sound.

Those who were not yet frozen by the absurdity of the scene applauded at the sight of the titanic feat.

Sara snorted smilingly, almost gurgling a roar of superiority between her teeth, and set the bench down on the floor, causing Sylvie to dismount, who in turn laid Lucille and Jade on the floor.

The three were stunned to see how big and swollen Sara had become and she, in return, thanked them with a final most muscular.

But this time not even she had taken into account that, after all that exertion her muscles were more powerful than ever and, as soon as she closed her fists and folded her arms, her whole body exploded - further - into more mass, the trapezius pushed her head from behind, her chest covered her mouth while the peaks of the two huge biceps touched in front of the pectorals that meanwhile pushed them outward while the triceps and back, full to the extreme, expanded to the sides.

The power of the flex was so extreme that even Sara could not handle herself unleashed a shockwave that invaded the entire locker room, the walls buckled, a pair of glass doors shattered as if someone had detonated a bomb inside the room, nearly all the girls fell invaded by the air movement displaced by Sara's muscle growth.

Quite all the girl is the locker room fell to the ground, knocked out by Sara’s power flex.

Only a few of them were still standing on their naked feet. Three girls whose powerful muscles could withstand Sara's "explosion," namely Sylvie, Jade and Lucille.

When the other girls got up from the floor, helping each other, they witness a spectacle of erotic ecstasy never before seen. Sara, swollen out of all proportion and almost from the shape of an immovable spheroid of muscles was at the center of the crater she herself had created with the most muscular, while Sylvie, embraced and kissed her, thrusting her immense breasts and prominent belly on Sara's turgid chest and innumerable expanded abs. Lucille wrapped her left arm around her, which was so big that it seemed to be hugging a tree, rubbing her colossal breasts on the mountainous triceps. Jade, on the other hand, had reclined close to Sara's left leg, almost lying down, hugging it and squeezing it between her mammoth tits, the only way she could encircle part of her immense girth.

The four of them, remained entwined in this incredible embrace of muscles and tits each performing copious orgasms that flooded the locker room floor.

None of the other girls could ever forget the sight of those lustful, powerful, free-spirited goddesses and their mighty expression of sexual supremacy.

- End