Cheerleader Showdown
"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."
Alexis stepped forward without a word and loaded the bar.
115 pounds. Josh’s max curl.
She didn’t stretch. Didn't warm up. Didn’t hesitate. She just grabbed the bar and started curling.
"Mmmm… A little light," she purred. "But it feels so fucking good."
The guys just stood there—eyes wide, jaws slack—as her arms exploded to life. Her biceps as big and hard as coconuts, thick veins, skin stretched tight and glistening.
Each rep came with a breathy, teasing grunt. And that face—flushed, focused, framed by sweat-darkened hair—was enough to short-circuit every brain in the room.
So fucking hot!!
And then—CLANG.
Their heads whipped around at the sound of 45's being loaded onto another barbell.
Amy.
Taller. Thicker. Cockier.
"Oh, come on, Alexis," she called out, her voice practically dripping with mockery. "Enough warm up. Let’s show them what we can really do."
The boys stared in disbelief. It was more than any of them could bench—hell, more than most could squat. And she was getting ready to curl it.
"Uuuunnnnghhh!!" Amy moaned as she heaved the bar up to her chest.
"FUUUCK... Hurts so good!"
Her top rode up with the motion, her abs ripped to shreds. Her lats flared out violently, ripping a seam in her uniform as the fabric gave up the fight.
Across the room, Carly was seated at the leg extension machine, her thick quads bulging against the seat. The whole damn thing creaking under her mass.
She looked down at the weight stack and let out a teasing little coo.
"Awww... Look at this stack you guys! It's so... little and cute! Like it's for babies!" She giggled. "I think I could lift the whole stack with one leg!"
She wasn't kidding.
She locked in, grabbed the handles, and started repping—clean, brutal extensions—like it was a warm-up.
CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.
Her quads exploded with each rep. Deep-cut striations, vascularity crawling across her quads like angry lightning. It was hypnotic.
It's good these girls were wearing skirts—because there wasn’t a pair of pants on Earth that could’ve handled those legs.
The boys could barely breathe. Carly didn’t even glance their way.
She just smiled, bit her lip slightly, and kept lifting.
"RRRRAAAGGHHH!!!" The scream ripped through the gym, snapping every head around.
"YEAH!! Come on Lexi!! You’re a fucking beast!" the cheerleaders shouted, clapping and hollering like it was game day.
And there she was—Lexi—grinding out dips with two big 45-pound plates swinging between her thighs.
Wait—no. Three. Three plates!
"Holy shit," someone whispered.
"RRRGGGHHH!!... Twenty-eight... NNNGGHHH... Twenty-nine!" Spit flew from her mouth as her face twisted in effort—and ecstasy
"THIRTY!!!"
Un... fucking... believable.
"YYYYEEAAHHH!!... UUUUP!!... Thirty-one!... Thirty-two!!"
She... she wasn't stopping!
She could feel the attention. Every eye locked on her.
Lexi paused at the top of the rep. Then—just to twist the knife—she turned, flashed the boys a slow, smug wink.
"You don't think we got these big muscles just by waving pom-poms!" she scoffed.
“Dude… DUDE. Look at Katie!”
Tyler’s voice cracked.
“She’s about to bench... I don’t even know how much that is. Four plates a side? That’s, like… insane.”
Then it hit. A low, primal growl rumbled from Katie’s core, deep enough to shake the floor.
“GRRRRRHHHH!!!”
Her muscles detonated, her traps bulging as the massive bar slowly—painfully—began to rise off the rack.
Veins snaked across her shoulders. Her face twisted in pure, brutal focus.
“NOT...” she gritted, every syllable dripping with effort. “GONNA...” The boys watched, stunned—no, paralyzed. “...BENCH IT!!”
Their eyes bulged. Their legs got weak as the slowly realized what was happening.
“GONNA... NNHHGGHHH... SHOULDER PRESS IT!!! RRAAAGGGHHHH!!”
Katie drove the bar skyward, muscles swelling obscenely.
Jason—front row, closest to the action—let out a strangled gasp as his body jerked, hips bucking instinctively.
He’d lost it. Right there. In front of the whole team.
It didn’t matter. No one noticed. No one cared.
Every eye was locked on Katie and the ungodly spectacle of her strength.
“YYYEEEEESSSSSS!!” she roared, locking out the final rep overhead, trembling with triumph. “New fucking record, baby!!”
Nearby, there was the sound of sobbing. Of intense pain.
“Cindy, STOP! You’ve already done like twenty reps! It’s too much!!”
But she didn’t stop. She didn’t even hear her friend.
Her whole body trembled beneath the bar.
“Can’t… stop!!” she growled, veins rising across her throat like cables under tension. “Must… nnnngghhh… get… UUUUUNNNGGGHHH… BBBIGGGERRRR!!!”
The bar rattled as she stood—again—power surging through her tree-trunk legs like a nuclear detonation.
It was terrifying. And hypnotic. And fucking beautiful.
The boys backed up instinctively, like watching a wild animal breaking free from its cage.
She didn’t rest. Didn’t hesitate. She just kept squatting. Her face locked in agony and ecstasy all at once.
Her legs… god, those legs.
Massive, bulbous quads flared out like overfilled tires. Every deep-cut ridge and separation looked inhuman. Grotesque. And yet... somehow... perfect.
And still—she kept going.
"You boys think that’s impressive?"
The voice was soft. Sweet. Familiar.
They turned.
Kimberly. Kimberly from English class. The quiet girl who always had her essays done early and sat near the windows.
But this wasn’t that Kimberly. This Kimberly walked like a goddess. Confident. Carved. Her abs rippled under her cheer uniform like living armor.
She let her fingers glide slowly across her midsection, tracing each deep, defined groove.
"You can’t even begin to understand how strong these abs are," she said, smirking. "I used to do a thousand sit-ups a night. But that got... boring."
She paused. Eyes locked on them. Daring them.
"Wanna see what I do now?"
She led them over to a decline bench and pointed to the barbell—stacked with four 45s. Most of the guys struggled to bench that weight. What the hell did this have to do with abs?
Kimberly laid back on the bench, gripping the bar behind her head. Her core flexed into a steel wall of muscle, her obliques knotted like rope. She breathed in, deep… then growled:
"Get ready to have your minds... fucking... blown."
"RRRRAAAGGHHH!!!"
She exploded upward—driving the weight forward with nothing but her core.
The bar moved. Fast.
"ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... FOUR!..."
The guys were frozen. Staring. Breathless.
Oh shit. Oh SHIT!
More than one of them caved and started touching themselves right there.
They didn't care if anybody saw. This was the hottest fucking thing they'd ever seen in their lives. Hell, it was hotter than anything they'd even imagined!
"UNGH!!!... Yeah, bitches... That's right, stroke those cocks while you work these abs!"
"13!... 14!..." She didn't show any signs of slowing down. She wasn't going to stop until every body watching was spent!
The gym... this workout... it was degenerating into some kind of sexual exhibition!
As impossible as it was to look away from Kimberly, Stephanie was... oh God... she was...
The boys turned as she held an insane amount of weight in her hands. Her biceps... triceps... forearms... stuffed with muscle. Covered in veins. But those quads!
She stood there. Just holding the weight. Her head tilted back, eyes closed. Taking deep breathes in through her nose.
What was she doing??
Then, she slowly lift the bar, up under her skirt.
"OOOOoooohhhhh...." she cooed. "Biiiigggg...mmmmmuscles!!!" she moaned as she lowered the weight again.
Micro movements, as she shrugged the bar up and down over her clit.
No fucking WAY!! She was masturbating with the barbell while she shrugged 405 pounds!!
"Yeah baby... mmmm.... Look at these big beefy muscles!! I could lift a fucking house!!!"
Half the boys had already blown their loads. The rest were close.
In the corner, Brian was feeling up Jessie's biceps. And he wasn't the only one.
The whole damn cheer squad was littered around the room, flexing and being worshipped.
"Told ya... this is our gym now!"
THE END
