This choice: Gretchen, the school's star gymnast, wants a turn • Go Back...Chapter #3Gretchen, the school's star gymnast, wants ... by: Lvmsclgrls   Gretchen looked at both Bob and Samantha with excitement and nervous energy. It was by chance that she was walking by the store to begin with. Gretchen had moved to the area not that long ago to be closer to the Olympic Training center nearby. She was going to the same school as the others walking the mall, but she spent most of her time outside of school training. And since she was new to the training center and at school, she’d had trouble making any friends. In fact, the boys at the gymnastic academy gave her a lot of grief. So much so that she was growing frustrated and angry at all of them.
The problem with the training was that Gretchen preferred working out with weights and making her body harder and stronger as opposed to the continuing repetitiveness of practicing the routines. The boys tended to work weights more than the girls, so when Gretchen lingered once the other girls left, the boys would ride her hard about her small, compact muscles. Then they’d show her up by lifting more and mocking her about that too. She had considered quitting, but her family moved here specifically so she could be trained by the best. It was only now that Gretchen realized that the gymnastics was used more to please her parents then please herself.
So as Samantha and Bob walked away from the machine, Gretchen walked forward, pulling on her loose fitting t-shirt with the I FLIP FOR GYMNASTICS logo across her broad, but flat chest. She twisted her upper body to try and adjust her sports bra. The shorts she wore were baggy and long and she wore loose fitting sandals, which didn’t help hide the fact that she was well under 5 feet tall. That fact didn’t really bother her most of the time. Being short and compact made her a better gymnast. But it was her exposed calves and forearms that indicated that she was pushing the limit of her coach’s desire for muscle. In fact, her coaches had been calling her the little tank, both as a compliment and a dig. And the boys had picked up that too. Gretchen grit her teeth. She had been imagining being stronger than the boys, wishing she could show them up.
With the salesman looking over some literature, he didn’t see Gretchen walk up to him. The thought of growing stronger and more muscular were strong on her mind. Gretchen cleared her throat.
“Uh, excuse me, sir, but can anyone try this machine?”
The salesman, jerked back into the moment, looked forward to see nobody and then down to the short, blonde haired girl staring nervously up at him with her big blue eyes. At this point, Gretchen had stopped pulling on her shirt and was pulling on her long blonde hair.
“Why of course! Anyone is welcome during our free trial period.”
Gretchen looked back at the sign that had gone back to Grand Opening! Free Trials!" in large letters and "Offer may be withdrawn at any time. Satisfaction not guaranteed" in MUCH smaller print.
She could have sworn it had said $1 per unit just moments before.
“Um, great. How big will I get? Or, um, how strong will I get?”
The salesman smiled.
“That depends upon you! How big do you want to get? Do you want to be really strong?”
Gretchen blushed. “Well, I don’t know.”
Gretchen mulled over the possibilities in her head. What if I became more muscular and stronger than any of the male gymnastics? Imagine doing a kick-ass ring routine. Or perhaps grow bigger and stronger than all of the male gymnasts put together. The salesman chuckled as Gretchen stood there frozen in thought.
“Well, miss, there’s only one way to find out. While I’m not sure of the exact results, I will say you will definitely be different! And the time to try it is now, since the free trial is a limited time offer.”
Gretchen looked at the machine and back at the smiling salesman.
“Well, OK. If those weak looking girls changed into big muscle powerhouses, I’d guess my body might grow a bit more, uh, stronger.”
The salesman opened the door and held his arm out to usher Gretchen in. Blushing, but with thoughts of taking on the bullying boys still on her mind, she walked in. She gulped as the door closed behind her and she began to wonder. Just how big, how tall, how muscular, how strong and how hard could she become? As the lights came on all around her, a pleasurable energy engulfed her and the girl she wanted to become was only moments away.
Inside the chamber, time slowed to a crawl as Gretchen slowly grew taller. Her muscles pulsed, expanded and split. Her clothes morphed in an attempt to contain her new body. And she grew stronger. Stronger than any of those awful boys from the academy. Twice as strong. Ten times as strong! Time stood still as Gretchen watched her muscles expand as her height crept up to 4 foot 9, then 5 feet tall, then 5 foot 3. And the taller she grew, the bigger and harder her muscles became. The hard, compact gymnastic muscles became high level fitness sized muscles, then lightweight female bodybuilder muscles, to middle weight, then heavy weight! The baggy shorts shrunk even as her legs grew longer and thicker. The loose fitting shirt tightened and shortened against mounds of girl muscles until her steel hard, 8 pack abs were exposed. Her chest pushed forward with harder and stronger and thicker muscles. The sports bra disappeared, even as the top shrunk further into a skin tight bright red tank top with the words changing to I FLIP CARS FOR FUN.
Gretchen giggled as she stared at her reflection in the mirrored surface inside the chamber. She flexed up her right arm and a softball sized mass of girl muscle pulsed into view as the strength of 20 men were driven into her growing bicep.
“Mmmmmm. Now this is a bicep. Bigger than any of the male gymnasts I would guess. And I feel so much stronger than them now. I could lift their best weights with one arm! I could stack those idiots on top of each other and toss the whole lot of them into the air! But I want more. Much more!”
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