I'm not a Puck Bunny! (Paid Post #4)

 “Call me a fucking Puck Bunny!” Angie said as she walked into the gym. She had just had a confrontation with Katie in the boys locker room. It made a few things stir in her, first was that nightmare she used to have about Katie pushing her around when she was little but these days that nightmare has turned a bit in the wet direction which scared and excited her all the same. Then there was the moment when Katie was so close to her that she could smell nothing but her sweet lotioned skin. To say that she would be bit of a slip 'n' slide down there would be an understatement. Then to kick her in the snatch patch like that, well it really steamed her up. She knew she had to get strong, yeah, if she was strong and big, there's no way anyone, especially Katie, would ever lift a finger to her.    
 She walked up to the weights and stripped off her leather jacket and scarf. Down below the rack she saw a full can of an energy drink. “POWERMAX” it said, “FOR MEN ONLY!!!”   
 “Wow,” Angie said, “Sexist as hell these muscle freaks are” she looked around and lifted the full can above her head. “Is this anyone's?” No one bit. “Bottoms up then you fucking weight Jockey's.” She upended the can and downed the sweet muscle juice down her throat. She grabbed on to the 10 pounders and found them to be quite light. She did a few curls and found her little white top squeezing a bit tight around her biceps. And with every lift they seemed to get tighter. “Woah this Jock Juice is really working it's mojo. Aint it boys?”
 Angie then lifted up her arms and started to do some over head pushes. Every pump into the air made her shoulders pop and pump up bigger and bigger. There was then a little pop of the seam on her left side. That little tee was starting to rip and split. “Oh that's the stuff.” Angie was inching bigger and bigger with every rep, and she loved it! She did a few  more back exercises as the shirt just exploded off of her swelling ripped shoulder blades. “Holy Fuck this feels amazing!” Angie put down the 10 pounders and ripped the shreds of her shirt off her torso. She was very thankful to be wearing her sports bra as she flexed in the mirror. “These pythons are amazing, but-” She looked down at her tiny little twig legs in her jeans, “Gotta even this out.”
 She picked up a couple of 50's and began to squat. Down, and Up, feeling bigger, stronger and more energized with every rep. Her jeans wrapped around her thighs like cloth vices. Her thighs were getting so thick as the legs of her jeans ripped to shreds but it felt so good she couldn't stop. “Pumping up feels so good, No need to stop now.” She started doing lunges and her ass tightened  and the upper part of her jeans popped and ripped until they flew off revealing her pretty white sexy booty shorts.   
 She placed the 50's back on the rack and felt her glasses slip off as the sweat dripped from her ripped swollen body. She flexed her muscles in front of the mirror. “Well Katie's never gonna lift a boot to me again with a bod like this, But, I might just let her lift a finger or two.” She chuckled a bit and bit her lip as she walked away from the mirror in search of her next sexual conquest.