Dahlia's arm flexes, moves halfway up... and stops.
"Unnh... nnnggg... ahhh..." she moans. She is leaning against the back of an incline bench in their home gym, using it for one-arm preacher curls. Her bare breasts quiver. Her muscular left arm trembles as she strives to complete the 10th rep of her set, with a 35lb dumbbell in her grip.
Her mother Karen watches her with hawk-eyed focus. "Come on," she says quietly. "Come on, darling. You can do it. One more, just one more."
Dahlia exerts herself to the uttermost to obey her mother. Every muscle on her body tenses up. The dumbbell hovers in midair... then begins to drop a little. Dahlia sobs, and shakes her head.
Quickly, Karen moves in and presses her fingers against Dahlia's pussy, gathering up the juices already flowing out on her fingers and rubbing her daughter's clitoris with her moistened digits. Dahlia's eyes widen, and she stiffens. "UNNGH!" she grunts, and with renewed strength she curls the weight up all the way, before finally allowing her arm to relax and straighten. She clumsily lets the dumbbell down onto the floor with a heavy thump, and then steps into her mother's embrace.
"That was very good, my love," Karen says, kissing her on the lips.
Dahlia wishes she had been able to do the rep without her mother's last-minute save, but she nods and smiles. She has gotten much stronger over the past 2 months. Her body has become thicker with muscle all over, but at the same time she's put on more weight overall without trying too hard to stay lean, so she has lost quite a bit of lean definition. She has never felt stronger or healthier, however, and her lifts have all increased. She has been pushing herself harder than ever, with her mother beside her every step of the way, with only one goal: to beat Sylvia.
Despite how sore her arms are, she raises them and flexes her biceps. Today has been her upper body training day, with a lot of pushing and pulling movements. Her entire torso is pumped and ripped. She is a young muscle goddess, but with a soft look all over, like an off-season bodybuilder.
Tenderly, Karen fondles and squeezes Dahlia's pumped arms, crooning with pleasure. "You're magnificent, darling."
"All yours, Mom. All for you." Dahlia's heart swells with filial love. Every inch of her body, every pound of it belongs to her mother, who gave it to her in the first place. For Karen, Dahlia will be the strongest she can possibly be. She won't let the Steeles mock them, especially not the sadistic bitch Sylvia.
She is still troubled by the memory of the match between Karen and Sheila, how it had proceeded and ended: with hateful Sheila Steele standing triumphantly in total victory, one foot grinding Karen's belly, muscles flexed. And she, Dahlia, had no choice at the time but to kiss in homage the pussy of the woman who had destroyed her mother. It was so wrong. It was the wrongest scene she'd ever had to participate in. She has had to console her mother afterwards, to reassure her that she did everything she could and that Dahlia doesn't blame her for the loss. But Karen has been severely disheartened by that crushing defeat, Dahlia can tell.
The contest between Dahlia and Sylvia will be decisive. She will use these muscles her mother gave her, pit them against her rival's, and prove that hers are superior - that her mother is the better woman, by proxy. She will expiate the shame of Karen's loss - she has vowed that when she defeats Sylvia, she will make Sylvia kiss Karen's pussy and acknowledge her as the superior mother. Sheila will have no choice but to accept this. Maybe Sheila too can be cowed into doing likewise...
She must win. She must be strong for Mom.
"I have the best daughter in the world," Karen murmurs, looking Dahlia in the eye. Dahlia looks back steadily. "You're going to beat her, Dahlia. Not just for me, but for yourself. You're the better woman, and we know it."
"And soon they'll know it too," Dahlia replies.
The contest is in three days. Three days until she can prove that she is the better daughter...
**
Sylvia bends over, thrusting her butt out behind her, and braces. She grimaces as she feels the needle penetrate her skin, just above her buttocks.
Her mother, Sheila, quickly and adroitly presses the dose of Primobolan into her daughter, and withdraws the syringe. "There, done," she declares. "That was barely anything, right, honey?"
"I'm just glad it's the last!" Sylvia straightens up, gingerly patting her hip. Her mother knows her body extremely well - she knows just how to insert the needle without causing any bruising due to muscle fiber tearing. After a little more stretching, she grins, and pumps her arms in a flex. "Good to go!"
Sheila stands back and looks proudly at her daughter. For the past 6 weeks, they have been using low dosages of Primobolan to boost her physical abilities, and with very few side-effects. Sylvia now looks better than Sheila has ever looked - she looks ripped to shreds, with a clearly-defined 8-pack, striated and fleshy pectorals, and a truly impressive set of arms. From behind, Sylvia's back is tapered and thick, sporting impressive ridges. Her rock-hard glutes look sculpted, and her thigh muscles are like steel cords. Her hamstrings swell, giving her legs a beautiful curvy shape.
In addition to the steroids, Sylvia has put in the work, pushing herself hard during their workouts in their private home gym. At night, her intensive training continues; Sheila does not spare herself from taking part in her daughter's strengthening, and does her best each and every night to finger, lick, grind and pound Sylvia's pussy until Sylvia has had at least six orgasms, sometimes as many as eight.
Looking at her daughter now, a proudly flexing Amazon in the nude, Sheila feels a burst of love in her bosom. Neither of them think they are cheating: Primobolan is a perfectly legal performance-enhancing supplement. It is their superior knowledge of such things that allows them to enhance Sylvia's strength and fitness using this method, to make her the stronger and sexier daughter.
"You're ready," Sheila says, nodding. The contest is in three days.
"I am," Sylvia agrees, flexing so hard that she's trembling all over, though part of that is anticipation. "I can't wait to show them this body of mine. Imagine the looks on their faces! Their eyes will pop out of their heads!" She giggles.
Sheila grins too at the thought of unveiling her daughter's oiled body, just like she and Karen did during their contest. Already she can picture it: the dismay on the faces of the Kwans, the shock as Dahlia realizes what she's up against, the trepidation on Karen's face as she watches her daughter square off against the vastly superior Sylvia.
"You will crush her," she growls, reaching forward to squeeze Sylvia's biceps and triceps. She feels a surge of satisfaction when she finds that there is no give beneath her fingertips.
"Yes," Sylvia moans throatily, her eyes shining.
"You will beat her utterly, in every way, just like I beat her mother. You will take every point in the contest, leave her with nothing."
"Yes... yes, Mom..."
"You will leave her without even a shred of dignity at the end, when she cums until she can't take it anymore and begs you to stop. You will pose over her, like I did with Karen. And then... they'll both belong to us, body and soul. They'll be as good as our slaves, and they'll know it."
Sylvia hunches over slightly and her eyes glaze over as her orgasm begins. She has been rubbing her thighs together as her mother speaks, and this is sufficient to send her over the edge.
Her clitoris has grown slightly, by perhaps 20%, but also has become quite a bit more sensitive. At the same time, however, her overall sexual stamina has increased two- or three-fold. So even though it will be easier to bring her to orgasm, Sylvia will be able to endure it for much longer than she used to. Sheila is not worried at all for her daughter on this score.
She wraps her arms around Sylvia as her daughter finishes climaxing and relaxes into her embrace. Her eyes stare into the middle distance.
"My daughter against yours," she whispers. "My legacy against yours. My pride and joy against yours. Karen Kwan... you're going to lose to me. At everything."