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Brian and Kelly Part 2 (female muscle growth)

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Brian and Kelly Part 2
by MagnusMagneto



Brian's Journal


Wednesday, April 25th


My upper body was extremely sore all day, and I barely even worked out yesterday.  As much as I wanted to avoid Kelly after my embarrassing performance in the gym yesterday, I needed to talk to her about the protein.  Maybe if I explained that I really meant to give her chocolates, she'd give it back to me.  Or a the very least, she might be willing to give back half.

As soon as she caught sight of me she ran over.  I had to do a double take when she came close; she was almost the same height as me!  She immediately gave me a big hug, which was, kind of painful since I didn't expect so much force.  Even though she was wearing a thin sweater, I could tell that her arms were rock hard.  Her breasts were impossibly perky and pushed against my chest.  Having such an attractive girl on me caused a natural reaction, hopefully she didn't notice (or if she did, she didn't seem to mind the attention)

"If it isn't my number one fan, Brian!"  she exclaimed with a big smile on her face

"Number one fan?" I asked with a quizzical expression on my face

"Yeah!  You introduced me to weight lifting and spent all kinds of money to help me improve my body.  It's almost like you want me to become super-human." she said with a playful wink

"Oh, yeah, about that protein..." I tried to segue into the uncomfortable topic about retrieving my 300$ Uber Supplement.  

"It's SOOO great!" Kelly interrupted, her eyes beaming with joy "Normally after a workout I'm kind of beat for a while, but after drinking down a shake with that stuff I feel better than ever!  In fact, I was able to start doing push ups right after I got home, I finally hit 200!"

"Oh wow.." was all I could manage to muster

"Yeah, I was so sad that it took me an entire week to hit 200 push ups"  she said, seemingly serious.  "I was afraid I'd be a weakling forever!"

"But.. that's really really fast, and you started off doing a lot!  Especially for a girl..." I tried to explain

"Hey! Girls can be strong! We're just afraid of scaring guys away." she seemed offended

"No that's not what I meant/.."

"Are you afraid of my strength?"  She asked, taking a step forward, putting our faces uncomfortably close together

"No."

She took a step back and lowered her guard. "Are strong girls ugly?" she asked with concern in her voice

"No, they're actually pretty hot... not to be a perv or anything." I quickly added on

Kelly giggled a little "Do you mean it or are you just saying that?"  she asked, not completely convinced

"No, I mean it, I wouldn't have bought you the best protein possible if I thought strong girls were ugly, right?" It was the most convincing explanation I had.  Unfortunately it dashed any and all hopes of getting back the powder.

"Right! Thanks Brian, you're the best" she said giving me another rib crushing hug.

With that the bell rang and we made our way to class.  

In the middle of math class I received a text.  It was from Kelly, our text conversation ended up going like so:

K: Gym today? =)
B: sorry really busy again
K: aww =(  
B: sorry, this project is really big
K: promise me youll come tomorrow?!
B: okay
K: Yay! =)

Luckily the teacher didn't notice my texting, so I wasn't yelled at.  Kelly and I didn't meet in the halls again, and the one class we have together (health) already passed.  As soon as I got home I rushed online and researched every possible way I could catch up to her.  Even with the protein powder, I don't know if I'd progress as fast as she did without it... Let alone now that she has the stuff fueling her further.

I have a bad feeling in my stomach about the gym tomorrow.  



Thursday April 26th  (written in class)


I'm starting to seriously wonder how far weight training could increase someone's height.  In the hall today, Kelly stood eye to eye with me.

"I caught up to you Brian!"  she exclaimed with a massive grin on her face, her green eyes glistening with pride.  "Maybe if you worked out as much as me you could get taller too." she teased a bit

"Err, I don't think it would work for me that way." I tried to explain "I think I'm stuck at a measly 5'6" for the rest of my life."

"Oh hush. I'm above average height for a girl!  Check me out!" she yelled out, doing a twirl to show off her body

I couldn't help but notice her outfits today and yesterday was a bit uncharacteristic for her.  Normally Kelly wore tank-tops with shorts unless it was cold out, in which case she wore sweaters with jeans.  Both today and yesterday were very snugly fitting thin sweaters with very short shorts.  

Regardless of the outfit, good god did she look good.  Her breasts remained around the same size, a respectable C cup, and were as immaculate as they were yesterday.  The thin black sweater was pushed to its limits by her noticeable arms and shoulders.  Her lower body... was probably the best I've ever seen in this school.  Her legs were long now and powerfully built.  Perfectly toned and shapely quadriceps, heart shaped calves and tight hamstrings held up her large, powerful butt.

"My clothes are starting to not fit at all..."  she explained, practically reading my mind "my tanktops are too revealing according to the school code, and I can't even get my jeans on halfway, let alone squeeze my new super butt into them.  It's almost like my legs have doubled in size... "

"I think your arms did too..." I added coyly

"Are you saying I'm too big?" she asked with a tinge of discontentment in her voice

"No, no! You look good, really" I quickly retorted

"Brian, are you... turned on by muscles or something?" she inquired

"Well.  Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, I'm not into guys or anything, but something about a cute girl who's also big and strong is really hot..."  my face turned red as I explained this

"I'm glad!  I've always wanted to be the strongest woman alive, hell no, stronger than that.  I've always wanted to be like super-girl strong!  But.. I've always been afraid of how guys would react.  Plus, I've always thought that no man's ego could handle a super-girl either"  she seemed almost as embarrassed as I did.  "Also..." she continued, her own face turning red.  "While it's obvious you like checking out my new body, you've been acting really weird lately"

"Hey.." I began to speak as I put my hand on her right shoulder "I've always thought you're beautiful... and... now you're like the hottest girl in the school" as emotional as the moment was, I couldn't help but notice how rock hard her round shoulder was.  I even accidentally gave it a decent squeeze and she seemed to not even notice.

Her embarrassment turned to genuine blushing "You're not too bad yourself..." she responded flirtatiously  "But why act so odd?"

"Well.  I mean.  It's obvious that I've always liked you ever since I met you god knows how many years ago. We've always remained just friends, but... I've always kind of hoped that at some point we'd get together... for real "

Kelly blushed a shade redder at that comment  "Yeah."  she quietly said in agreement with my sentiment.

"I'm kind of afraid that now you're as tall as me you won't be interested, since girls like their guys bigger than them. Plus, now every guy in the school will have his eyes on you" I explained

She seemed to let out a sigh of relief. "You big goof.  As long as you're my number one fan, I'll be your super-girl, okay?  Although... you'll need to get to work if you want to be the strong one between us" she said with a playful wink.  "Of course, I really don't mind the idea of having a little itty bitty boyfriend!"

"Hey!  You may be as tall as me, but I'm still the guy here" I said, puffing up my chest a bit

Kelly giggled and replied with an ominous tone "Well, we'll see who's got the guns when we go to the gym later today.  Honestly, I think if I flex too much in this sweater the whole thing will burst open!"  

And with that the bell rang and we went our separate ways.



Thursday April 26th (written at home)


Thank god the gym is consistently empty after school.  I can only imagine how quickly word would spread throughout school if people saw her going at it today.  Although, unless Kelly's growth stops, it's only a matter of time until word spreads regardless.

"Ready to show me what you've got, tough guy?"  Kelly asked as she greeted me with a quick hug

"Uhh, yeah" I responded with hesitation in my voice, finally realizing how stupid I was for trying to remain a tough guy.  No, that wasn't good enough.  I psyched myself up, stood up straight, and puffed up my chest a bit  "I mean, yeah, ready to show you my progress since last time!"  

Kelly let out a little giggle and playfully dug her finger into my chest.  I flexed my pectorals, hoping she wouldn't notice my effort.  She certainly did notice, let out another giggle and started to really press her finger in.  At first  I tried to shrug it off, but after a few seconds, (which felt like an eternity) as her finger continued to move deeper and deeper, I yelped out an audible  "Ouch!"

"Aww, sorry" Kelly immediately stopped.  "I just thought you were a big strong guy, flexing those pecs of steel and all.  How could a little girl like me dent your iron body?"  she was very clearly mocking me

"Well, that's not very fair, if I poked your boobs you'd yell at me!"  I responded hastily in defense.

"Hmm?  Just poke me right here" she pointed at the area directly above her breasts.  

"You sure?"

"Yes Brian, I give you permission."  she said in a playfully monotone voice.

I copied her poking motion, placing my finger exactly where she specified, and immediately my finger was met with resistance.  It was like jamming my finger into a brick wall.  It hurt like hell, and it wasn't budging.

"What's wrong?  I poked through your chest like butter, surely you can do the same to me." she challenged.

I accepted and started jamming with full force.  Before I knew it, my finger gave way, and I was jamming my whole fist into her upper chest.  Like I said, thank god nobody goes there after school.  Regardless, my effort yielded no result.  After watching me squirm with a satisfied smirk on her face, Kelly drove the point home by flexing her pecs, which forced my entire arm to move.

"Cheer up stud, I'm sure you can still curl more and bench more than me, right?"  her words dripped with satire.

"What about legs?" I said, furthering her statement, obviously missing the joke.  Honestly, looking back, I'm not too sure what I was thinking.  I probably knew that it was a futile battle, but I at least had to go through the motions of being a man in the eyes of society.  Plus, I think deep down I kind of enjoyed the way Kelly was toying with me.

"Well, I mean, you can tryyy to beat me there too...  but..."  Kelly then stopped herself.  With grace I never imagined she possessed, she leaned back a little and lifted her right leg directly into the air and plopped it on my shoulder.  I let out an audible gasp at the motion.  When the hell was she this flexible?  Was she always this flexible, or was this yet another improvement she recently made?  

"I mean, come on Brian, look at this thing!"  she exclaimed, obviously in reference to the large, smooth, muscular leg on my shoulder.

"uhhhh" was all I could manage to respond with.  I must have had the dumbest expression in the world on my face.

"Go on, feel it!"  she commanded, absolutely reveling in the amount of control she had over me

I slowly moved my hands over and cupped her thigh with both hands, I was only able to cover a little less than half of it with both hand-spans.  Good god, that leg was like heaven.  Incredibly soft and smooth on the surface, yet rock hard underneath.  

"You don't like my leg?"  she asked, a forced frown appearing on her face.

"What?  No!  This is amazing!"  I hastily reassured her.

"Then why are you so shy?"  she shot back  "Squeeze it!" she commanded.

I knew this was going to be even more futile than her chest.  Regardless, I humored her and squeezed as hard as I could.  

"I said to give me a squeeze, silly" she said, giggling with glee.

I fell for the bait and put my entire being into squeezing that leg.  Ultimately I just got kind of tired and  shaky.

"You know, we could just work out like this.  You'd stand there trying to dent all my muscle groups.  I'm sure eventually you'd be able to at least dent me...  Maybe after a couple months or so of consistent training..."  

"Honestly, I think you'd just get harder faster than I could get stronger" I admitted, finally giving up on trying to dent her thigh.

"You're probably right" she said, taking her leg off, smiling from ear to ear. "Sometimes I wonder if I could get stronger just from flexing a lot"

"Maybe your arms are dent-able!" I exclaimed with a surprising amount of hope in my voice

"Well on Monday they were, yeah, but the next day you didn't stand a chance.  Though I guess I'll let you stroke my ego and try" she said, sighing while flexing up her right arm

I steeled my resolve, reached over and grabbed the arm.  It was kind of hard to tell underneath her sweater, but her bicep was certainly larger than on Monday, she had easily gained an inch.  It was just as hard too, maybe harder.  I clamped down, and immediately felt a sensation of dread in my stomach.  It was no use.  Her arm didn't budge at all.  I kept pushing, but after a few moments my whole forearm started to tremble.  

"I warned you.  I guess you may as well try using both arms.  And this time put your whole upper body into it..."  she said, completely unsurprised, almost disappointed that I was challenging her.

I couldn't give up so soon.  I positioned both of my hands around her arm and pushed with my entire upper body helping the motion.  At first the pit in my stomach returned, her arm wasn't budging.  Suddenly, after a few moments, relief washed over me as I started to squish her arm.  A look of anger overcame her face and she flexed her arm again to try to regain ground.  She regained control for a moment, but I started slowly crushing her arm again.  

"Ouch, ok, ok"  she admitted defeat and I stopped.  "Well that's embarrassing.  I desperately need to get working on my arms right away.  Let's go!"  she yelled out with newfound inspiration behind her voice, and we made our way over to the dumbbells.

"Go on big guy, show me how a pro does it" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

I grabbed my trusty pair of 30 pound dumbbells from the other day and started doing curls with good form.  I managed to do 10 curls with each arm, a new personal best, before putting them down for a bit of a rest.  

Kelly daintily moved over and picked up the exact same dumbbells I put down, and started to curl them in the exact same fashion I did.  After around seven repetitions it appeared she had no intention of stopping and I could feel my stomach churning in both fear and envy.  Just as I dreaded, Kelly kept pumping the dumbbells over and over.  It started to get painful for me to watch at around 15.  After 20, Kelly finally stopped.

"I probably could have kept going... but I'm not too sure what the point would be.  Ready to show me some real weight, mister man?"  she asked, fully aware of the situation this put me in.

I cleared my throat and picked up a pair of 35 lb dumbbells.  I started to curl them, but damn was it difficult.  I managed with great effort to finish off 5 curls with each arm, though, honestly, the last curl was barely legitimate.

Kelly was grinning sadistically.  As with before she picked up the exact same weights I put down.  Without too much effort she was properly curling each weight with ease.  The powerful bulges in her arms were stretching her sweater to its limits.  Before I knew it she had already surpassed my five and was steadily making her way towards ten repetitions.  Luckily, after ten she started to slow down.  I let out a sigh of relief as she started to really struggle around 13, and finished off at 15.

"You're not gonna let me lift the same weight as you, are you?  I mean, you were able to crush my arm like a bug."  

I didn't realize just how much Kelly was offended.  I guess I did act a bit childishly due to my male ego, but I'm pretty sure Kelly was genuinely upset that somebody could actually dent her iron body.  I let out a sigh and grabbed a pair of 40 lb dumbbells.  With great effort I managed to curl them each once, but I failed miserably to lift them a second time.  I dropped the weights and they crashed onto the floor.

Like a lioness going in for the kill, Kelly grabbed the same weights and started curling them.  Her arms swelled up even further.  Even though her sweater was black, I could completely see the shape of her arms.  With a bit of effort, Kelly completed 9 repetitions before lightly putting the weights on the ground.

"Well, are you going to go higher?" she asked with a satisfied look on her face.

I shook my head "No, 40 is my limit."

"Mmm, and what's my limit?" she asked, half rhetorically.

"I have no clue Kelly." I responded unenthusiastically. As dear of a friend Kelly was to me, she was being downright difficult all over a little ego bruising.

"Don't be such a spoil sport, Brian!" she commanded as she grasped the 50 lb dumbbells.  

My eyes grew wide.  Is it possible that she's more than twice as strong as she was a week ago?  Not to mention she started off above average for a girl her size...

With a great amount of effort, Kelly slowly curled the impossible looking weight.  Her biceps must have pumped up to at least 13 inches.  After completing the first repetition, Kelly took a deep breath and started to raise the weights again.  About halfway through, the sleeves around the head of her bicep burst wide open!  Kelly completed the second repetition and let the weights fall to the ground with a definitive crash.

She was absolutely grinning ear to ear.  "I've always wanted to burst right out of my clothes!"  She exclaimed, proudly flexed both arms.

My mouth was wide open

"I know you want a feel" she said, winking.

She was right.  I reached over and squeezed her right arm.  My hand span barely covered half of her arm.  Her skin was as soft as ever (maybe even softer), but she had biceps that most senior guys in this school would kill for.  She wasn't quite the strongest overall in the school, but she was definitely the strongest girl.

"Sorry if I was a bit of a jerk.  I just want to be the strongest, and I can't afford to have a body that can be injured like that."  she explained, completely serious.

"Well, how do you think I feel?  No offense, but I honestly expected we'd work out together and I'd impress you with my growing muscles and you'd get even sexier..."

"Are you saying I'm not sexier?" she interrupted

"No, you're hot as hell, hotter than I ever imagined... I just feel like I've failed.  I work out and make progress little by little, and you just come in and completely trivialize..."

She interrupted me by putting her finger on my lips.  "Forget what the media told you.  Forget what mom and pop told you.  Strength doesn't have to be a masculine feature.  I've got boobs and curves and a smooth hairless body.  Just because I'm stronger, and probably going to be taller than you doesn't mean you're any less of a man." she gave me a genuine hug.

Honestly.  I've always known Kelly was smarter than she let on, she liked to play down her smarts so she could joke around, but that really caught me off guard.  I returned the hug and whispered "thanks."

"Now that it's settled that I'm the man here..." she said with a huge grin on her face.  I gave her a death glare in response.  "I'm joking.  Anyways, let's go take a break." she said, leading me over towards her stuff.

Kelly took a steel water bottle out of her lunch box, which was likely keeping it chilled.  She proceeded to drink a good amount without stopping, then handed it to me.  "Here, finish this off.  The protein mix is in here, it'll help you recover right away if you drink it now." she explained.

I estimated there was about 1/3rd left in the bottle.  I quickly chugged it down and handed the bottle back.  It was actually really delicious.  I regret dropping my bag a few days ago even more.

After a minute had passed, Kelly asked me "There, feeling refreshed?"

"Yeah, actually." I responded.

"Time for a rematch!" she declared, standing up.

I simply looked at her with a puzzled look on my face.

In turn she flexed her arms, which caused her sleeves to rip ever so slightly more.  "Both hands, use your chest for more power, dent me!" she commanded.

I rose to my feet and got into position.  I clamped down and pushed with everything I had.  It was no use.  I kept pushing and pushing, but she simply wouldn't budge.  Against my better judgment I kept going until I could feel my entire chest and upper body shaking from effort.  Kelly proceeded to retract and contract her bicep, forcing my hands to move in unison.  Even retracted, I couldn't budge her arm.  After 40 seconds or so (which felt like an eternity) I gave up and stopped.

"Imagine if I had that stuff when I first started working out with you!" Kelly exclaimed, moving back over to the dumbbells.  I wasn't feeling up to working on arms anymore, but I followed regardless.  She picked up the 50 lb weights from earlier and curled each one with ease.  She repeated the motion, causing her sleeves to rip open a bit more.   She did it again, her sleeves were practically half way open.  Again, her sleeves tore, this time about two thirds of her arms were revealed.  With great effort she curled the weights a fifth time, causing the sleeves around her biceps to completely tear off.  Knowing that a sixth repetition wasn't coming, she dropped the weights causing a familiar crashing sound.

"Instant progress..." Kelly said admiring her now naked upper arms.  "I didn't like this sweater too much anyways" she said, quickly ripping off the remaining fabric that covered her forearms.  "Oh!  Brian!  Good news for your ego, I might have another weak spot!"  It seemed that what had once been a major point of contention became a game of sorts.  A game of finding her soft spots so she could build them up to impossible levels right before my eyes.

"Hmm?"

"My forearms!" she exclaimed, proudly displaying them.  "Go on, put me in my place and crush my forearms!"

"You... were pretty mad when I barely dented your arm earlier..." I responded with hesitation in my voice.  Not to mention her forearms, while still feminine in appearance, were downright intimidating on a girl her height.

"Well, I realize now that it's actually funner for me in the long run if you actually hurt me a teensy bit now."  she said winking.

I let out a sigh and grabbed her right forearm with my right hand.  I dug in my fingers in to no avail.  Without waiting, I added my left hand and pressed my fingers in hard.  After a few moments, Kelly let out a little yelp.  I stopped immediately in response.  "You got me tough guy." she said  "Though we'll see next time."

With that she grabbed a pair of 35 lb dumbbells and started doing wrist curls to work on her forearms exclusively.  I picked up another pair of 35's near and tried to mimic the motion, failing completely.  Kelly giggled at my attempt.  She then took the dumbbells she had in hand and started doing lateral raises in the exact same manner as the other day.  After the fourth repetition or so, the back of her sweater started to rip wide open.  With every rep her sweater ripped more, revealing more and more of her super-defined back.  After 15 reps, she put the weights down, and looked over at me "Enjoying the view?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You know, normally I'd be angry at a guy blatantly staring at me, but you're the exception." she explained, grabbing a pair of 60 lb dumbbells.  My mouth dropped open at the sight of the weights  "Luckily, I really like the attention when it's from you."  She sat down on a nearby weight bench and started doing shoulder presses.  After a few reps the fabric beneath her tennis-ball sized deltoids split open, causing the fabric that was stubbornly covering her upper arms to fall to the ground.  After 8 repetitions she put the weights down.

"In fact..." she started, as she began to grab two 80 lb dumbbells.  "It's almost like when you're watching me my body responds to training even better."  She laid down on the bench and started to press the weights.  She slowly performed the first press.  "It's as if..." she pressed them again  "my body..." the remaining sweater covering her chest started to tear open.  "wants to impress you..." she pressed again, causing the tear to open wider.  "so it keeps getting stronger..."  the area around her upper chest was completely exposed, showing off her powerful pecs; no wonder I couldn't dent her. "And stronger..." she pressed again, the rip started moving towards her breasts.  "And stronger..."  the rip expanded ever further "And taller..." her perky cleavage was finally exposed.  "And hotter..." she finished one last repetition, dropped the weights with a very loud thud, and sat up.  All of the skin from her cleavage upwards was exposed.  

Kelly proceeded to rip off the rest of her sweater with her bare hands.  "Sorry champ, I kind of planned ahead for this."  her trademark black tank top was underneath.  She stood up completely.  "Like I said, it's not quite up to school code..." she pointed at her torso, which was completely naked up to the bottom of her ribs.  In the wake of the sweater, the majority of her powerful, thick six pack abs were on display.

"Wow..." I instinctively moved my hand towards it.

"I know, way cool!  Go on, feel it!" she was grinning.

I ran my fingers across two the square abs.  They were like granite.

"Let's see yours!" she yelled out, grabbing my shirt and taking it off before I could object.

I'm a pretty thin guy and after working out for the past few weeks I didn't look too terrible either...  But the difference in our abs was staggering.  While I had a flat stomach with the rough outline of a six-pack, she had proud slabs of muscle that stuck out.  While I didn't have any embarrassing love-handles or anything, she had rigid obliques that moved in unison with any motion.  While I had a slight outline of an Adonis belt from lack of fat, she had a powerful valley formed from her bulging torso.

"Aww, how cute." she said, smiling as she poked my belly, causing a small dent.

I looked us both over and felt completely outclassed.  Even though we were, from a distance, the same size, everything about her was... bigger.  And harder.  I looked down at our chests.  She had breasts on top of hers, but it was obvious that underneath there was a powerful plate of muscle much larger than my own, with little ridges that were absent from my own.  While you could see definition in my arms, her biceps bulged an inch or two further than mine even at their resting position.  Even without any contraction at all, you could see a split at the peak of her bicep that was absent from my own.  Her forearms had a definitive bulge, where as mine did not.  Her shoulders stuck out like tennis-balls, while mine were merely there.  Hell, her whole upper body was wider than my own.  Even looking at her frontside, you could see her lats sticking out of her back, while mine remained hidden.  

"The crazy part is that I barely worked out my abs beyond a few hundred sit ups...  I really need to hit the weights with them."

I was simply in too much disbelief to properly respond.

Kelly quickly glanced at the clock and the wall and let out a sigh of sadness.  "Well Brian, we've been here for over and hour and I think we both know that we should scram before someone comes in to lock up."

"Yeah."  I responded as I put my shirt back on.

She moved in to give me another hug when I noticed something and my eyes grew wide, like a terrified child.

"What?" she asked

"Uhhh" was all I could muster as I pointed towards the top of her head.

"WOOOHOO!" she yelled out.  "Looks like I've got an inch on you little buddy!" she yelled out, putting our heads next to each other for comparison.  "Oh man, oh man!  I've always secretly wanted to be taller than you." she said, blushing a bit.  She grabbed me in a bear hug and picked me up off the ground, put me down, and kissed me on the forehead.

"Today was one of the best days of my life!  Thanks for everything Brian." she said with a sparkle in her eyes.  

"Yeah, it was fun." I responded sincerely.

"Oh, I know it was fun for you." she said winking, motioning her head towards my lower body.

I flushed red with embarrassment.

"It's okay. Like I said, I feeeed off your admiration!  Soon I will be unstoppable!"  she jokingly let out a fake villainous laugh.  "Kidding.  Really though, I'm actually really glad that you've been aroused this ENTIRE gym visit.  Seriously."

I looked down in shame a bit.

"Well, see you tomorrow?"  she asked.

I looked up and smiled "Yeah!" I responded enthusiastically, and we parted ways.


I can only wonder where this will go from here.
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