Dennis’s finger shook a bit and he pressed down on the button, but actually didn’t take the picture. His attention was diverted as the TV moved on to an interview with Shawn Johnson talking about retiring and what her thoughts were on the US Olympic team. His head turned and Greg tilted his head to see what was on and sighed.
“Come on Cheri, let’s leave Dennis alone with his dream girl.”
As Cheri and Greg turned away and walked into the hallway, Dennis blushed at that, but didn’t need to hide his feelings from Greg. As an admirer of physically athletic girls, Dennis had admired Shawn for years and even watched the Dancing with the Stars with her in it, much to Greg’s dismay. Dennis had hoped she could make the latest team, but wasn’t all that surprised when she didn’t. As he stared at the screen, he pulled the camera back up, thinking about just what he dreamed about Shawn. About her lifting weights to regain her strength and finding that she could lift more and more weights with ease. Her small in stature figure would add denser muscles as they rapidly increased with size. He imagined her growing muscles to match any female bodybuilder, then bigger than any male bodybuilder! But with ever increasing strength beyond anyone. A tiny titan of massive, mega muscles and super human strength.
So with those thoughts running through his head, he pointed the camera at the TV and for the first time took a picture. And when he pulled the camera down he was shocked at what he saw. The interviewer and Shawn were shown looking at a TV screen and soon the picture on his TV showed what they were looking at. The picture was now from a gym with large weights all around. And as the camera pulled back he saw Shawn in a tight, rather skimpy athletic top and equally tight spandex shorts. Her clothes looked designed to show off every rippling inch of her otherworldly super human muscular physique. The voice over started as Shawn gave the camera her award winning smile and walked over toward a bar resting on the ground with gigantic plates on either side. Several large men were on either side, all of them much taller than Shawn’s 4 foot 9 inch height, but none of them could match her muscle size!
“As you can see here, Shawn is about to attempt a lift of six tons! This would shatter any and every weight lifting record on earth, potentially making Shawn the single strongest person ever!”
Shawn’s voice popped up. “Yes it would, if I were to just dead lift it.”
The interviewers voice cracked a bit, apparently he hadn’t been given the details of what Shawn was about to do. “Well, then let’s all watch it together.”
The Shawn on the screen bent down and it was then that Dennis noticed she was bare foot and she was putting a reverse grip on the thick bar. Her muscular back flexing outward as she gave the bar an initial tug, causing the plates to scrape noisily against what appeared to be a steel re-enforced floor. Smiling up at the camera, Shawn stood up with controlled force, pulling the huge weight up! Her legs surged forward with incredible mounds of super sized thigh muscles split deeply into the four quads. Her front quads nearly covered her small knees, her inner thighs flexed outward until they were touching each other and her outer quads bulled forward as large as the entire legs of the large men standing nearby! The camera angle showed her round, thick and pumped up cantaloupe sized calves and the camera zoomed into her small hands, which showed off her separated, nasty looking steel belted abs that flexed into blocks of impenetrable power as she pulled in a breath. The camera moved up passed her round, incredibly thick, striated chest, to her large, strong shoulders and traps and up to her smiling face. It was if holding up this huge weight wasn’t even a problem.
“Wow Shawn, that’s incredible!”
Shawn giggled. “Well then you’ll really like the next part.”
The camera pulled back out and a gasp was heard from the announcer as Shawn, slowly began to curl the weight upward! Within moments, Shawn had completed the curl and held it for a moment as the camera zoomed in to show off the biggest biceps ever flexed! Shawn slowly brought the weight back down and then brought it back up. The camera stayed on her upper body and Shawn’s expression showed some strain, but Dennis figured she must be able to curl even more! The announcer was equally stunned.
“My, my goodness. You are curling 6 tons! Multiple times!”
Shawn giggled again. “Yes. The total weight, including the bar is 12,200 pounds.”
The announcer could only follow up with a “Wow,” as the camera cut back to the two of them in a studio. The announcer stood a foot taller than Shawn and the camera showed Shawn only from the waist up. She was wearing a spandex tank top and her muscles pushed off her small frame like boulders! The announcer looked flushed as he looked down toward Shawn, who turned to look up and smile.
“That was the most incredible thing I, and I would guess, our viewers have ever seen! Would you mind showing off the muscle strong enough to curl that much weight?”
Shawn pulled her right arm up, pushing her long blonde hair out over her bulging, fierce looking shoulders. She tensed her fist and her bicep ground into a mountain of female power, pressing against her massive shoulder and against her Popeye thick forearm, filling the space between them and riding up over the shoulder and against the forearm like an inflating basketball! Muscle appeared to stack upon muscle as she flexed! The bicep split hung low and deep as the front bicep pushed outward, while the back bicep build upward like the forming of a sky scraper! And as Shawn flexed down a third muscle, the size of a softball popped on top of her back bicep peak in blatant disregard for human physiology, spreading outward and pushing up to the top of her small fists! The announcer’s voice cracked again as his body appeared to shake.
“My, my goodness, Shawn! You arm is larger than any man or woman has ever flexed before! How. Just how big is it?”
Shawn spoke calmly, looking around her gigantic flexed bicep as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Oh, I don’t know. I would guess somewhere around 50 inches, maybe bigger.”
Dennis leaned forward, his own breath shortening as an erection pushed sharply against his pants and he started to cream his jeans. The announcer’s hand was seen moving toward Shawn’s bicep.
“Would you.. Can I..”
Shawn snickered. “Sure thing, go ahead and place your hand on it. You can try and squeeze it too, but unless you’re capable of crushing titanium, you won’t have a chance to dent it.”
Dennis watched with growing jealousy as the announcer rubbed his hand along the side and up to the peak, squeezing until his fingers were white. He grunted and pulled his arm back.
“So there you have it. Shawn Johnson is now easily the strongest person in the world. Stronger than 100 men, with muscles bigger than three or four or five men. And she’s continuing her tour of college campuses and apparently growing bigger and stronger every day!”
Dennis heard a chime on his computer and turned his head instinctively to see the screen pop up a reminder. It said Shawn Johnson in 30 minutes at the outdoor auditorium. Good grief, thought Dennis. Shawn was on campus. His campus! Now!
Shawn released her mighty flex and chimed in. “Yeah, it will be a lot of fun. Lots of strength feats, lots of flexing. And maybe even something to show off just how tough I am too.”
Dennis lost it right there, shooting a full load into his pants as he leaned backward to enjoy the orgasm. He laid down to recover as the announcer wrapped things up, letting everyone know that this was taped about a month ago and then it went to commercial.
Dennis looked at the camera. That had to be the source. There was no other logical explanation. He gave it some thought, imagining what else he could do. And with a happy smile, he stripped down, cleaned himself off and putting on some shorts, grabbed the camera and headed out the door. Running over toward park, he got to a gate and was asked for a ticket. Wide eyed at the thought of missing this event, he thought for a moment and reached into his wallet. There was a ticket for not just a front row seat, but a backstage pass as well! A large guard escorted him passed the crowd and toward the stage, until he reached the enclosed structure in the back. He put the badge around his neck and held the camera tightly.
He opened the door and stopping for a moment could only stare at…
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