This is a story I began years ago and just finished recently starring Allegend's Itza. She is a pretty big girl but has to deal with girls bigger and stronger than she is so here is a story about Itza being the only strong girl around:

ITZA'S PERFECT DAY

Character and art by Allegend (https://www.deviantart.com/allegend)


Itza Mariscal stood in her dimly lit room, surrounded by working out supplies, weights and various other workout contraptions, her body glistening with sweat. Among the clutter of weights, an old photograph caught her eye. It was a snapshot of her from several years ago, back when she first began her transformation into the powerhouse she had become today. The muscular girl picked up the photo, staring at the image of her former self.

Itza studied the old photo, her eyes tracing the contours of her younger self standing beside her brother, Mr. Massive. The image captured her petite frame against his towering muscularity, a striking visual reminder of the stark contrast between them. Too huge for the frame, his brother's muscles practically smothering her.

Back then Itza didn't mind being small, it was just how life was and she embraced it until the world showed her size did make a difference. No matter where she went, people didn't appreciate her for the wonder she was, the staff at school treated her like everyone else and the popular kids would ignore her, like they were better than her.

"Better than me!" she thought, her blood boiling as she remembered those days.

That was when she realized how different things were for her big brother, the disparity in attention and admiration based on their physical appearances leaving a profound impact on her psyche. Determined to not being an average loser, she spent every day building up her strength, training her beyond her limits.

Itza didn't just work out, she took part in medical trials and enhanced her very DNA, giving her body abilities far beyond what should be possible for a normal human. The experiments combined with her already good genetics and an untold amount of supplements and steroids transformed her from an average girl into a living goddess.

Itza's lips curled into a smile, her fingers caressing the non-existent muscles on her picture-self's arm. It was a miracle what all those years of exercise had done to her, turning her into what she always should have been: A powerful, dominating presence, worthy of commanding the respect of others.

Putting on the skimpiest bikini she owned, Itza posed in front of her full-length mirror, flexing her muscles for her own amusement. The sight of her massive muscles rippling beneath her skin fills her with a sense of pride, knowing that now she could probably get away with whatever she wanted to do.

"This is who I am now! look at these guns, these huge thighs, this perfect ass!" she thought, "I can't believe I was ever that weak little thing!"

The musclebound girl flexed her arms, admiring the definition and power they exude, how cable-like veins throbbed visibly under her taut skin. Grinning, Itza turned her back to the mirror, arching her spine, thrusting her ass out at the reflection. She ran her hands over her glutes, squeezing and fondling the hard muscle.

"I've got such a huge butt, it's perfect!" she whispered, clearly aroused by how hard her own muscles felt.

As the Amazon massaged her ass, she reached for her stomach with her free hand, caressing her abs and letting out a happy sigh. Her muscles were rock solid, her abdomen so well defined she could spend days caressing every line and crevasse of her chiseled midsection.

With a playful smirk, Itza shifted her focus to her chest muscles, pressing her breasts together and squeezing the supple flesh. Releasing her huge tits, she tensed her pecs, watching them dance at her command. Each twitch and ripple led to an exhilarating rush, making fell her fulfilled unlike anything else she had ever experienced.

But suddenly her smile turned into a frown, recalling past taunts and teasing she had to endure. One particular moment came to her mind: the most popular girl on her class comparing her to board at the school's locker room, the humiliation of having her towel ripped off of her and having her body mocked still fresh on her memory.

Itza growled as those memories surfaced, her eyes burning with anger. Leaving the mirror alone, she strode downstairs, her massive legs and feet crushing every step under her. People at Capital City had it too good for too long but now that she had finally achieved her dream build, it was her turn to have some fun with them.

"Time for a house call!" Itza roared, marching towards her old bully's house.