Chapter 1: The Girl With Something Extra
Her grunt was soft yet packed full with determination, reinforced with the slow but strong beating of her heart. The gentlest of smiles, watching her arms flare up and bulge into impressive peaks partnered both with a layer of soft vascularity and sweat matting her physique. Her workout was long and arduous, just the way she liked it, allowing her true sense of strength to be unleashed in the confines of her basement gym, not having to hide it from others in case they got scared. But driving people into a state of panic was sometimes what she wanted and drove towards. Their panic, fear and lack of understanding was what drove her.
Another grunt, this time more distinct, louder even, a single strand of spittle curving down her chin, a vein at the side of her head close to bursting like a blister highlighted her inner turmoil. They didn't understand her, and frankly, she didn't really care. It wasn't something she had much of a choice in, but accepted it regardless. The mocking taunts and repulsed shuddering stares didn't help either, but unwittingly acted as fuel for her fire. A fire she embraced like a mother's love. In a way she was thankful for their misgivings and lack of compassion, otherwise she wouldn't be who she is now. Everything in life has a hidden meaning or purpose. That she understood.
She turned to a side-chest pose, wincing softly as her biceps creaked into bulges most bodybuilders would lust after, watching as the light layer of veins became more apparent, darkening as they thickened and rose to the surface of her skin. Angling her leg, her calf shared in the distinctive rise in vascularity, smaller veins birthing from the larger ones. This was a moment she particularly enjoyed in her daily workout and pose routine, obsessively fine-tuning her physique until it reached the pinnacle of perfection. She had to do something to hide away from the norms of society, a society that shunned her for whom she was. She had to do something to hide away from her parents and their judgmental opinions. One would think their family had accepted them for being different from the others. But not hers. Indeed, they had gotten used to it - to her - but that was where the grace ended, where the sympathy ended.
Likewise, she had gotten used to their merely tolerating her, but the comments always came and went. She had never managed to shut them out. What would be the point? It would just be another reason for them to berate her, equally repulsed by the fact she found solace in working out.
Why couldn't she just be normal? Why couldn't she be like June?
"Kate, dinner's ready." There was no indication of it in his tone, but Kate knew nausea clung to her brother Callum's voice. He had been brainwashed by his parents to consider his older sibling an abomination. She'd heard that word often enough. Kate pitied Callum. She pitied her family.
"I'll be there in a minute." The blonde shrugged, giving her body a final check-over before re-stacking the weight plates. Kate had to dive into her student fund to buy the workout equipment she wanted, her family cringing at the prospect of a 'manly' woman walking around in their home. Dinner wasn't exactly a positive moment with the family. But then, a positive family was something Kate was yet to know actually existed. At least to her. They treated Callum like a golden child because he was 'normal.' Kate at times hated him for that, but didn't explicitly let him know, not wanting to dig herself into a bigger hole.
Kate turned to the side, checking her triceps in the mirror; deeply cut and iron-forged, matted with sweat to the point where it curved and dripped to her feet. At that moment, she noticed it; the unmistakable bulge in her shorts. An obvious erection had formed at some point during her workout or pose routine. An absolute monster of a cock threatening to bust out of its mesh confines. She looked at it equally with shock and arousal before noticing—
Callum saw it too. He had always been jealous of his older, bigger sibling because of the fact. She had bigger muscles and a larger manhood than he could ever hope to possess, and it drove him mad with envy at times knowing it, which was partly why he was inclined to side with their parents during most arguments regarding his sibling. She couldn't blame him for it either. It wasn't as if Kate had a choice when it came to boasting the thing between her legs.
"Callum! I told you to stop fucking staring! Get back upstairs before Mum sees you. I can't bear another argument with her right now." Kate turned her back to Callum so he stopped gawking at her appendage. As she looked down at it with a deep longing, there was no mistaking her erection had doubled in its intensity; curving up higher and closer to her sweat-stained workout top, thicker in its circumference...it was practically teasing her to relieve herself. As much as she wanted to though, that would just help nothing but ensure the hole she was in deepened.
Kate turned to find Callum had made himself scarce as ordered, leaving the blonde once again alone. Now that that fact had been made clear, perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea for Kate to relieve herself just a little bit. A stroke or two at most, just to get a feel for her thickness, maybe edge herself off and wait until the cover of night came to truly take advantage. Before long, Kate was blind to the fact she already had her hand down her shorts and was slowly tugging herself to the beating of her heart, to the muscular form staring back at her from the mirror. As each stroke came to an end the other came faster, harder, more intense as if caught in a wave of lust she couldn't break out of. Eyes rolling back, she smiled. It was bliss. It was—
"Kate, are you coming up or not? Dinner's getting cold." Contrasting Callum, the contempt in Kate's father's voice was noticeable, and, in a sense, measured. He hadn't yet grown tired of his daughter's antics today, but he was surely reaching his boiling point, still vexed by the argument they had only an hour earlier. He was insistent that June not show her face at their door during dinner time. Truthfully, he was as repulsed by her seeing a sense of beauty in Kate as he was in the girl herself. How could someone love Kate?
Kate pulled her hand out of her shorts in a panic and called up with simulated joy. "Yeah, Dad. I'll be there in a minute." She clenched her fist tightly, knowing the impending moment with her family was going to be yet another frigid one.
Kate's mother Maria turned up her nose as her husband Vincent closed the basement door behind him. She had grown tired waiting on her eldest to finally show face at the dinner table, hadn't slaved around the kitchen making the delicious meal set out before them just to wait agonizingly for Kate. Maria already worked a full shift at the office before coming home to cook, while Kate done God knows what.
Maria quickly glanced at the basement door with evident revulsion, holding back her contempt and the barrage of choice words screaming to be released. But for Callum's sake she held them back and went for something different, reaching for the ladle dunked into the bowl of freshly cooked pasta. "Something has to be done about that thing in the basement. All she does is stay down there and work out, pose and who knows what else. The only time she shows face is when it's time to eat."
Vincent nodded, reaching for a slice of garlic bread. He and Maria often contended with one another on how was best to 'handle' Kate. She was a big girl and by extension could be seen as a threat to the family. But the truth was she loved them, even if they didn't respond in kind. Vincent on several occasions broached the notion of handing Kate to some sort of medical institution - any would do, so long as the family didn't have to suffer her again - but nothing came of it, forever staying an inkling in his mind.
"I'm serious, Vincent. Either she goes or I do." Maria had almost lost her appetite at the fact she was forced to bring Kate up as a topic of conversation, visibly repulsed. Why couldn't her family be perfect like she envisioned it? Or rather, why did Kate have to be the freak of nature that dwelled in the basement? "I can't stand the fact she's bigger than everyone in this house. A girl shouldn't look like that! And those, those...balls."
"This again." Vincent threw his fork against his plate in rage, startling Callum, who'd otherwise tried his utmost to shut out his parents' conversation. He may have shared their views on Kate, but hated the fact they argued almost constantly owing to that. The prospect of them divorcing on account of Kate and not handling her appropriately became increasingly likely as the months went by. "What do you want me to do, huh? Throw her out onto the street?"
"Anything! Just...I can't bear to—"
