Janine’s Hardcore Pull-ups. Part 2

Those three massive 50-kilogram plates were dragging her down as I slowly stepped back, watching Janine hanging from the bar, 150 kilograms of extra weight strapped to her waist. How could she request all that extra weight after doing pull-ups from the early morning, literally all day long?! Her shredded muscles were a picture of raw power, every vibrating fiber taut and alive under the immense strain, thick veins running all over them. “Uhhhh.. hhh… heavy…”, she breathed out, briefly closing her eyes. Her broad shoulders braced the load, more veins snaking from the tops of her bulging pectorals along her arms and neck, and her forearms looked carved from stone, gripping the bar with unwavering intensity.

In awe, I was staring at Janine’s body adjusting with a subtle yet commanding shift to that mega load, her abs tightening like steel cables to steady her balance. Her lats flared wider, framing a back sculpted by years of relentless and insane workouts. Her face etched with deep fatigue after those endless hours of doing pull-ups all the while I was at work and not even attempting to think she might go that long without letting go of the bar, waiting for me to come back and show me just how truly hardcore her young muscle body is. Janine opened her eyes and stared back at me then. Beads of sweat traced down her temples, pooling at her jawline before falling to the mat below. Every breath she took seemed to fuel her determination. With her long tongue, she slowly licked her upper lip, tasting the salty sweat while keeping our eye contact. Her massive pecs heaved up and down, trying to tear the tight sport bra apart, her rib cage expanding as she filled her lungs for what was about to come next.

Janine gaze was so erotic, fierce and unwavering, as if daring what a human body can do, and then she whispered: "Are you… nghaa… ready for the… workout?", her voice slightly trembling with determination of someone who had already gone beyond the limits of ordinary strength. “What…? How…? Can you…?”, it was impossible not to be captivated, just for how long will she be able to hang with all that extra weight? The state of exhaustion etched into Janine’s features only amplified the enormity of what she had already achieved, and yet she wanted to go on? A faint smile curled at the corner of her lips as she requested, "Get on the bar nearby... and do as many pull-ups as you can… nghaaa..."

Was she serious? Janine, with those three 50 kg plates hanging from her waist, drenched in sweat, and clearly fatigued, was challenging me to hang there with the extra load while I was doing chin-ups? I couldn’t tell if it was confidence or sheer madness. Either way, I had to accept. Gripping the bar tightly, I started my pull-ups, expecting to perform them for longer than she will manage to hang from that bar, sort of beating her finally here. The first ten came easily, adrenaline coursing through my veins. But as I passed twenty, my arms began to shake, my grip faltered, and my lungs burned with every breath. Gawd, how was she able to do them the whole day? How many hundreds of them has she scored? Janine watched me intently, still hanging from the bar with that impossible load. Her eyes didn’t waver, her frame trembling slightly, her presence radiating a quiet challenge that drove me crazy and made me to keep going. By the time I hit thirty, my muscles were screaming, and regardless how hard I tried, I had to let go of the bar, dropping to the cold floor, completely spent. My chest heaved, sweat dripping onto the floor right into the big puddle of Janine’s.

“Gnnhhaaaa…!”, the walls of the gym room reflected a deep guttural groan. I glanced at the young muscle beast, expecting her to finally let go of the bar as well, but I couldn’t believe what I saw. Instead of that, the ripped to shreds muscle angel readjusted her grip and with deliberate, almost dramatic slowness, she pulled herself up, her massive muscles straining against the 150 kg of attached weight!! Her huge biceps swelled with the motion, sausage-sized veins popping on them as her body defied every law of exhaustion. The three huge plates hanging from her belt clanged faintly, a rhythmic testament to the colossal effort. “No… fucking… way”, could I only mumble. One pull-up. Her biceps swelled, veins bulging under her skin as she pulled her chin above the bar. The clinking plates swayed beneath her, adding to the strain that rippled through her trembling body. In awe, I watched how her shoulders and back flexed in unison, the sheer density of her shredded muscles transforming the act into a mesmerizing display of raw strength.

“Uuunnhhhhggg…”, came the second pull-up then. Janine jaw clenched tight, teeth gritted in concentration, eyes half-shut. Sweat rolled down her flushed cheeks, right onto the upper surface of bulging pectorals, dripping onto the floor below. I noticed a big vertical rip building in the middle of her sports bra, and at the moment she smashed her man-shaming pecs into the bar again the material couldn’t hold the expending volume of the radiating she-beef in her chest any longer and just ripped in two pieces, falling into the puddle of sweat beneath. My eyes widened at the look of those monstrous pectorals, with cleavage probably 5 inches deep and all crisscrossed with pencil-sized veins all over. Thick, two inches long nipples were pointing straight down to the floor, so wild was Janine’s chest development. “Nhaaa… Yess…”, her lats flared wide like wings as she lowered herself with precision, only to surge upward again, the agony etched into her reddened face matched only by her fierce determination.

Three pull-ups, five, seven… Her 8 massive abdominal blocks contracted with each upward motion, their bands of muscle visibly tightening as they fought to stabilize the immense load. And there was another pair of abs covered by the very stretched material of her black thongs. At the same time, Janine’s tree-trunk quads twitched under the strain of counterbalancing the swaying 50-kg weights. Each motion was a battle against gravity and exhaustion, yet her rhythm remained agonizingly steady. By the time she reached ten, her huge arms began to tremble visibly, her hands locked in harder an iron grip on the bar. “Khhaa… ufff… nhaaa…”, her breaths came heavier now, each exhale sharp and audible. I stepped closer to admire the big veins on her neck pulsed like cords under her skin, pumping more blood into that unimaginable Herculean feat of strength this muscle beauty was performing for me. Gawd, how was she doing this? My hands were still hurting from those 30 pull-ups I just did…

At twenty pull-ups, Janine’s face reddened more, and some tears started to run down her cheeks, eyes half-closed in wild determination. I noticed her movements slowed a bit, each rep was now a truly agonizing ascent. Her shoulders rolled with effort, bulging even more, the sweat now pouring down her body in streams, leaving a glistening sheen over her rippling and radiating with power muscles. Her huge back, a map of power and determination, flexed more and more with each agonizing motion, the fibers visibly straining to defy the limits of human capability. Twenty-five pull-ups! “Ghhuuuuaa… fffhhhuuuu…!!!”, deep groans were escaping Janine’s mouth as, incredibly, she kept going. At rep number 28 her massive arms shook violently, her entire frame trembled under the 150 kg of weight hanging from her waist. Her grip faltered for a fraction of a second, and I feared she might fall abruptly. But somehow Janine gathered the strength still impossibly left in her young muscle body. “UUuuughhhh….!!!” growled low and deep, and that primal sound seemed to pull her to continue. I marveled at her chiseled body screaming for rest, yet her mind refused to listen.

And then it happened, she did rep number 30! As many reps as I just performed, but with that gut-wrenching extra load of 150 kilograms hanging from her waist and after hanging to that bar and doing pull-ups for the whole day!!! “This… is… fucking… impossible…”, I just fell to my knees admiring the female muscle beast right in front of me. “NNnhhhaaa…”, with her eyes full of tears, Janine paused at the top, her chin hovering above the bar. Her huge radiating with power pecs smashed against the bar, pressing it ever harder as she fought for breath, the strain etched deeply into her contorted face. Then she uncurled her arms again, but impressively didn’t let go of the bar yet! Her eyes opened and locked into mine, as if truly seeing the muscle obsession, the desire to overcome all the limits. I expected her to fall down any second now, considering the state of terrible exhaustion she was in, and all the strain she went through the day.

“Mhaa… brii… nhaa… mhoo…”, breathing short strokes, Janine was saying something, her lips curled trembling alongside with her colossal muscle frame. The sight of her left me simply awestruck, motionless, this strengths' demonstration was so mind-blowing: she managed as many reps as I did, but with all that extra weight – it kept me rooted to the spot of pure admiration. “Lhhee… nhaa… mhoo…”, Janine hung there, refusing to let go of the bar and was only lightly whispering something, teasing me with her insane endurance, her arms quivering but unyielding. As I leaned closer and looked her straight in the eyes, I could finally recognize the words in between her sobs and cries of terrible exhaustion. And they hit me like a lightning strike: “Please… uuhh… add… nhaa… more… weight…” …

To be continued…

Disclaimer: All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years old or older