CHEERLEADER SHOWDOWN
The full gallery includes:
Extended-Cut Video
Looping Video Clips
Image Gallery
Full Story with Images
VIDEO TRAILER
Watch the extended video in the full gallery
(More clips, longer clips, and nice and slow so you can savor every flex)
STORY SAMPLE
"I can’t believe Coach Johnson’s letting the cheer squad use our weight room."
"Are you serious?" Tyler scoffed. "Those girls are jacked. I’m not trying to lift next to them. It'll look like I haven't even gone through puberty yet!"
Josh shook his head, jaw clenched. "Exactly. They should be doing flips and clapping pom-poms, not hogging the squat rack."
The instant Josh finished the sentence, the gym door slammed open with a bang.
In they came. The number-one-ranked cheer squad in the country. And the look on their faces made it clear they knew it.
Leading the pack was their captain—blonde, broad-shouldered, arms like sculpted stone beneath her maroon uniform. She walked in like the gym belonged to her.
"Hey boys," she said, grinning. "Heard the good news?"
She stopped in the middle of the room, gave them a once-over like she was surveying JV tryouts.
"This is our gym now."
The two teams stood face to face, like rival armies waiting for the first shot.
But the boys weren’t prepared for this.
The cheerleaders weren’t just athletic—they were bigger. Thicker. Stronger. Their legs flared with muscle, thighs straining against pleated skirts, quads rippling with every subtle shift of weight. Their shoulders were cannonballs.
Their gazes dropped, the thick, expansive pecs. The deep crevices between them. The thick veins running over biceps they could only dream of having.
Then—like she sensed their unease—one of the girls raised her arms, slow and deliberate, into a monstrous double biceps pose. Her muscles surged up like mountain peaks.
She held the pose. Kept squeezing. Harder.
Her arms started to tremble, not from weakness, but from effort—like she was showing them just how much power she was keeping under control.
She smirked when she heard subtle groans escape the lips of several boys. It wasn't clear if they were moans of fear or lust, but she loved it either way.
One of the cheerleaders wandered over to the chalkboard listing the team’s max lifts. Her eyes scanned the numbers. Then she burst out laughing.
"Oh my God!—Are these their maxes? This looks like our warmup weight!"
The other cheerleaders snickered.
The boys stood frozen, cheeks flushing. She had to have been exaggerating. ... Right?
The captain stepped forward, clapping her hands once with a sharp pop.
"Alright, girls," she said, voice full of swagger. "Let’s show these boys what real muscle looks like."
Read the rest of the story in the full gallery