"And so it went," she continued nonchalantly, as if the photographic proof she had just laid on the table of her freakishly, frighteningly massive muscular development at a young age where she couldn't even drive a car was a matter of course.

"But the drugs didn't stop reacting with my body like the scientists had thought they would, as you can plainly see!" she finished with another bright smile curling her full, pink lips to frame perfectly white, straight teeth.

"The stronger my broken body became, the better a host it was to these super-drugs and advanced steroids, and the more...." Krissy turned a quarter so that she was face on to Tom. She brought her ropy, thick arms down as if hugging a barrell, and inflated her upper body with muscle, her bra cups stretching from triangles to weird shifting polygons as her pecs swelled ominously.

A slight frown of annoyance swept her face as she noticed Tom's attention was still wholly absorbed in the picture of her, packed forcibly into the set of newly ill-fitting lingerie, her young body overflowing with powerful, packed on muscles.

Determined, Krissy straightened out one mammoth arm inches from Tom, the plunk of her hand pushing the table to get the maximum flex available finally drawing his eyes up from the teenaged She-Hulk in the photo resting on the edge of wood. He blushed, feeling a little guilty at the state of his openly noticeable, raging erection. The combined stimulation of Krissy's admittedly incredibly arousing picture in front of him and her matchingly, horrendously thick, gargantuan physique, forced into the tiniest of lace bras and a mini-skirt that left little to the imagination, hem reaching only far enough to cover the very top of her curved, muscle ridged ass.

The behemoth young musclegirl looked down, satisfied in a weird way with the size and rock-hardness of Tom's manhood, knowing that it was her burstingly muscular body that had produced this pronounced reaction. Granted, she had just met this man, but the effect her tremendous, musclebound young body had on men (and some women as well) was always exhilirating, ego-enhancing, and sexually stimulating to a gigantic degree.

"And they're even bigger now, Tom," she said coyly, a knowing smirk on her gorgeous face at the raqpt, singularly focused attention of her dumbfounded client, and performed the same pose as the photo in his hands just inches from him, her tiny blood-red bra almost lost in the plateaus, crevasses, and mountainous swells of her solid, dangerously bulging upper body.

"I would begin doing a show for my 'worshippers'," Krissy giggled, part in retrospect and part by the adoring, stunned look on Tom's face from the result of her skin and bra-stretching double biceps. "It's funny how much can change when people are observing you all the time, watching you, revelling in you," she continued, the grin a full blown, beautiful smile as she recollected on her younger years.

Her young face, beautiful in her reminiscience, belied the vein-riddled, bullishly meat-packed upper body mere inches from her ruby lips and small, delicate looking chin. She realized her lack of attention to her client, and looked straight into his wide open eyes.

"Wanna see me get pumped up, Tom?" Krissy said in a teasing, schoolgirl voice and tone, "I can get oh... so much bigger," she ended in a tantalizing whisper, and Tom's every wish was for it to be true - she was already bigger than any bodybuilders he had ever seen or even heard of, and he was about to get a private posing session with quite possibly the most muscular human being on earth, the title of most muscular woman long ago decided.

Krissy quickly dropped down, tree-trunk thighs expanding dangerously. Tom was dleighted to notice her bowling ball glutes peeking out from the ridiculously short plaid skirt, as Krissy's hand was touching her delicate looking ankle, and the musclegirl then ran her hand seductively up her blocky calves, to her tiny knees, to the outrageous swell of her thick granite quadricep muscles. Her legs were massive, every inch packed with striated muscle, and like the rest of her amazing body, covered in spiderwebs of spreading veins.

"And I think you can, too," in a silk whisper, as she dropped a seductive wink to his bulging crotch, and with an appreciative glance, put her hands on the waistband of her tiny skirt. "But I need to get this silly thing off so that I can show off my huge," Krissy began to tense her thick legs, causing the bulging quads to tense up, swelling upwards, pulling up from her slender kneecaps, "muscular legs for you, Tom. Would you like that?" she cooed, as the belt was undone quickly, professionally, with tiny tanned hands. She turned her impressive bulk so that her tight, obscenely muscled ass was pointed right at him.

Tom watched, eyes wide and mouth open, as the hem of her mini skirt began to drop, revealing two bulging globes of perfect, etched and tanned buttcheeks, split by the tiny lace red string of her miniscule thong. Each cheek was full, striated, and thick with muscle. Krissy bent over perfectly, like doing a deadlift, and Tom was treated to the sight of her corded legs biceps, fully stretched and defined, leading to the shelf of her perfect, muscular glutes as her skirt hit the floor. The tiny thong was trapped between twin boulders of hard meat, and Tom's hard-on raged, as Krissy had predicted, growing still a bit more. Krissy had now retrieved the tiny schoolgirl skirt from the floor, straightened up (causing a symphony of rippling musculature as she stood straight), and was again facing Tom, whose hands were clenching and unclenching in his intense need to reach out and touch this young female bodybuilding phenomenon.

The admittedly already tiny set of lingerie she now had on looked like it had been painted on as an afterthought in comparison to her mindlowing Olympian physique. Giant muscle was of display everywhere on her short, sickeningly wide and loaded frame.

"I used to work out in getups like this," Krissy said teasingly, rotating her hips so he was treated to her bubbling twelve pack abs bursting forth, rumbling and reforming around each indivdual ab cube, rolling over and obcuring the struggling panties - the tiny triangle covering her womanhood pulled tight like a sail and was even smaller looking due to the blood-engorged muscles of her crotch itself.

"I'd work out hard, and long, until I was screaming, covered in sweat," Krissy whispered, "all pumped up and huge, the drugs amplifying me." The scientists on duty would watch these muscle orgies, with a teenaged Krissy in the tiniest, body hugging bras and panties, pumping impossible weight loads and engorging her body with as much thick, hard muscle as she could. Her lower abs, painfully cut and veiny, continued straight into the red lace see-throughs, a starburst of thicker, pumping veins marking the washboarded descent into her frilled micro bottoms.

"I've seen plenty of these on those scientists as they stared at me," her tiny hand coming excruciatingly close to brushing his throbbing manhood. Tom thought that if this muscular goddess had actually touched it, it would've been all over. Her muscles were like a series of sausages stuffed to the point of rupture - the girl was filled, consumed by and bloated with the most freakish muscle mass that Tom could imagine. And it was all here, inches from his hands and face, huge, ripped, veiny and warm.

She raised her hand to Tom's face, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with a quick laugh. The amusement caused her already insanely protruding, carved and covered with an interstate map's worth of criss-crossing, disturbingly evident veins and arteries bulge of abdominal wall to shrink both inwards and outwards at the same time, muscles tightening and hardening as they still yet expanded in size. Krissy's midsection was now almost twice as thick as her titantic thighs, and her stomach muscles had been pumped to the point where they expanded unbelievably and unnaturally beyond the prodigious shelf of her blocky pecs. These in fact rested, inches of thick stone muscles themselves, upon the first freakish bubbles of her abdominal column.

Her clients almost always reacted this way, going almost comatose in disbelief for any length of time from a few seconds to a few minutes, depending on their exposure to female muscles in general.

Krissy found that the die hards, the true muscle-freak fetishists, could better absorb the mind-blowing levels of development she had been able to achieve through years of excruciating, scream-inducing training, and of course the help of Uncle Sam's finest scientists, nutritionists, and steroid therapists.

Tom was this kind of freak, she decided as he refocused on the rumbling ocean of protruding female stomach muscles, eyes widening yet again at the young girl's insane build and freakshow development. His view downwards to Krissy's cute, short pigtails was overflowing with lens-filling, bulging, veiny and striated, unreal girl muscle.