Muscle Girl Fan II - On Reflection.

By Aj

An Internet relationship encourages a teenage girl to grow, and get revenge.

Jackson

Have you ever walked to the edge of a cliff just to look down the terrifying drop ? Ever slowed down on a highway at the sight of a car accident so that you could get a glimpse of a bloody corpse impaled by his or her own cars windscreen ? What is it that makes us fascinated with danger, whether it be to our own body or somebody else’s ? Would you stand on that cliff if you knew that you would be blown off ? Would you drive by and look at that accident if you knew that the person with the decapitated head was your mother ?

If I had known the outcome, the direction my life would take because of my meeting with Angie (HA, there’s that word, IF) would I have met her that day ? I mean how was I to know that 3 lives would be changed so dramatically and one would be lost forever ?

Angie

It seems the anger I had towards Jackson had subsided for the moment. It lay dormant you could almost say waiting to erupt like a volcano, spilling it's burning hot deadly lava onto unsuspecting victims. When I met him that day everything that I felt towards him just disappeared, like it wasn't even there to start with. The punishment I had in store for him didn't flicker in my mind once. I fell in love with him all over again that day.

That night on the Internet when he got logged off and I got that message from his wife, saying that I had to stay away from him had opened up new wounds. I was livid. Enraged beyond belief this time however my anger, my revenge was going to be directed at Skye.

I worked out more than ever. I stopped going to school. I figured I was 16 I could do what I want. No one was able to stop me legally or physically. I worked out 7 days a week 4 hours in the morning, take a break and then 3 hours in the evening. Like most people that weight train I was waiting for the plateau, but it didn't come. My muscle became denser, more ripped. Veins began to appear more than ever as my vascularity took on a new meaning. Purple lines soon spider-webbed their way up my forearms and across my chest. My biceps peaked at 30" of solid muscle. My quads grew to a mammoth 50" with my lats and chest creating a huge 70" span width wise. My strength had unbelievably tripled. I could lift a small car over my head with one hand and shoulder press it for reps. I could squat the front end of a semi trailer. I was invincible.

I found that I had trouble wearing every clothes now. I mainly wore bikini s similar to those competitive bodybuilders wear, g-string leotards and skin tight Lyra. It wasn't until winter set in that I went and had a custom made outfit designed at constructed for me. It was a PVC full body cat suit. My body rippled through the rubber, I looked like Batman from the movies only my muscle bulges were real.

Jackson

I hadn't been on the Internet in months. I think it had been at least 4 months since my meeting with Ang. I occasionally went to the library and logged on using their computers just to check my e-mail but nothing. Skye had told me how she had seen Ang online that night and what was said. Shit hit the fan that night I even took a blistering swipe across the cheek. My face exploded with pain as Skye slashed and tore into my flesh with her nails. I could only ball up into a foetal position and back into a corner and wait until her fury had subsided. All the while Jessica, almost 2 year old Jessica, stood watching in horror as her Mummy beat her Daddy to a bloody pulp.

Skye wasn't a big lady by any stretch of the imagination. She was 5'4, 60kg. She had an athletic physique and sprouted a thick mane of strawberry blond hair. Came just past the shoulders. I could have stopped her hitting me if I wanted to. If I had of hit her she wouldn't be feeling to good but this whole thing was my fault so I let her make me pay. I think it helped us too, I know it doesn't sound normal but we got along great after that. I forgot about Angie, so did Skye. We just continued our lives as normal concentrating on the up brining of Jess.

Angie

I pulled the zip on my cat suit up, stretching the PVC over my mountainous abs and rock hard breasts and walked out of the motorcycle dealership. On the floor behind the counter with his pants around his ankles lay Steve. His face was a bloody, unrecognisable mess. Pieces of cheek bone protruded through his skin. One side of his face looked like the back of a porcupine. One of his eyes had exploded through pressure and all the remained was a gaping red hole in the front of his face. A trickle of blood began to dry on his still smiling lower lip. His chest had been caved in and was trying desperately to heave up and down. If it wasn't for the sound of cars driving past you would probably have been able to hear the sound of his life escaping from the puncture his fractured rip caused to his lung. The small showroom filled with a venomous, putrid green vapour that oozed from his mouth as he tried to breath. Death I thought. It wouldn't be long.

I turned the key in the ignition of the Honda motorcycle and the engine roared to life beneath my legs. I put on my black tinted helmet, blond hair flowing out the back and headed out of the drive. Black, knee length leather boots forcing their way through the gears. It wouldn't be long before I was at Jackson's house.

Jackson

It was 10 in the morning and both Skye and myself had been up for at least 3 hours. It happens when you have a kid. I heard the motorbike round the corner but took no notice. Continued with hanging out the washing as Jessica ran around the backyard and teased the dog. She was the love of my life. So much had changed since Jessi came along. I couldn't stay mad at her for more than a second no matter how bad something she did was. She would just flash that smile and wave at me. I wasn't the best dad. I used to sit her on the floor with toys and let her play by herself while I sat on the net and looked at my pictures of muscular women. Being 1 year old, make that 1 and half at the time, she still preferred to come sit on my lap and look along with me. Skye had a go at me one day when she came home and saw Jessi reading one of my Womens Physique World magazines. She would sit on the floor and point at the women and say in her baby babble "wow wee". Skye always said that if Jess turned out looking like those women she would be horrified. Secretly I was hoping otherwise.

All I remember seeing when I walked inside with the washing was my front door sprawled off it's hinges lying on the floor. The glass panes down the middle shattered. And there was Skye, being held 2 feet off the ground, Angie's gloved hand around her throat.

Angie

I could feel her pulse beating beneath my fingers as I slowly crushed her wind pipe. The sound of her squealing like a pig brought a smile to my face. She would suffer but not until I had some fun. My free hand clenched into a fist and recoiled. With the power of my boulder like delts and thunderous biceps behind it Skye's face didn't stand a chance. I felt her nose splinter and her left cheekbone collapse through my fingers as I hit her. I dropped her to the floor where she collapsed sobbing and whimpering. "This is for you Jackson" I said "We will be together, I won't allow this little bitch to get between us", I noticed Jessi standing there crying out 'Mumma'. "Don't worry little one, it will all be over soon, then you can come home with your Daddy and your new Mummy."

Droplets of blood were forming puddles on the tiles where Skye was sitting. She tried to crawl away but I grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt and hauled her up. I took her arm in my hands as if it was a barbell ready for curling. I began to bend it opposite to the joint in the elbow forcing it up the other way. Skye's body convulsed with pain. Bone began to break and shatter and I heard her elbow joint pop like someone opening a can of Pringles. I forced her hand towards her shoulder, ligaments and tendons snapped like shoelaces that had been pulled to tight. Skye passed out from the pain.

Jackson

For the few moments Angie had Skye writhing in pain I could do nothing but stand there, Jessica hiding behind my legs, gaping in shock. It wasn't until Angie dropped Skye's unconscious, limp body to the ground that I came too. The sound of Skye's skull cracking open on the tiles snapped me out of what ever trance I was in. I felt a stirring in my stomach. There was blood spatted up all of the walls and a puddle of claret was seeping out from under the couch. I vomited all over the floor in front of me. The stench that filled the room was vile, this mornings bacon and eggs I assumed caused most of it.

"What the fuck are you doin' here Ang ? You fuckin' killed her !" She turned on her innocent ‘I love you so much' look "Jack, Baby, we were meant to be together. There is no other woman in the world that could make you happy". Angie tensed her whole body and I watched as her leather cat suit came to life with bulging muscles. Although in appropriate, I began to get a hard on. "We'll take care of that later Darlin", she whispered, picking Skye up off the ground by the hair.

Angie

I could see it on her face and on the floor in the pools of blood that lay around my feet. She was almost dead. She came too, when I pierced her underwear with my razor sharp fingernails and thundered my finger into her. She thinks having kids is painful. She gasped and moaned at the same time. A smile crept across her face revealing a set of bloody teeth. That smile soon disappeared when I rocked a glove covered fist into her mouth shattering those pearly whites. One of her teeth enlodged itself into my hand, blood began to soak out of my wound.

I dropped Skye to the ground and placed her head between my thighs face up so that her neck was stretched and her nose was against my womanhood. I began to crush Skye's head between my thighs becoming aroused at the same time by her nose rubbing through my suit. Across the room Jackson had taken his erect member out and was stroking it also. I was killing his wife and he was loving it. I shuddered after the first orgasm, and felt my legs tense tighter around the skull. I began to hear cracking noises from Skye's head. Jackson spurted cum all over the tiles, a sight that triggered my second orgasm. I bucked back and forth with my hips breaking Skye's neck with the shuddering movements. One final thrust of my thighs against her weak already fractured skull saw her head collapse and cave in around my muscular, corded legs in a bloody explosion.

Jackson fainted before Skye's head exploded, Jessica, well she had run off to her room a long time ago. I could still hear her calling out 'Mummy' but at least she didn't see the horror which was inflicted.

Jackson

I knew that Skye had been killed only by instinct. Ang was so quick cleaning up and disposing of the body, to look at the house wouldn't have given any idea at all. Ang walked over and hugged me, I even felt my own ribs groan with pain as she squeezed. She let go when Jessica came out of her room holding something against her chest.

It was a copy of Womens Physique World. The one she had been reading earlier. She looked at Angie, then looked at the magazine, then looked at me. "Mumma ?" she said pointing her little finger back and Angie. We both smiled as Jessi looked back at the magazine and again astounded us. "Jessi ?" she babbled, pointing to a picture of Sue Price. She was so young she couldn’t have possibly thought that she looked like that… could look like that. She didn't mean…Couldn't mean…

Angie flexed her massive biceps and smiled at Jessi who was trying to imitate a similar pose.

I now had one muscular girl in Angie, only the future would tell what would happen to Jessica, how interesting it would be.