A Bodybuilder's Tale - Remastered

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A Bodybuilder’s Tale - Ch. 6
“New Tricks”

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The artificial glow from her skin proved transient as it conceded to a wave of tessellated hexagons that nucleated from her neck down, polymerizing right before Rick’s very eyes. Within seconds, they coalesced into a single entity—a tight, black bodysuit that hugged her from neck to ankle. An array of dark blue lines were etched onto its surface, tracing the midline of her torso as well as the axes of her limbs. Sharon spun around to reveal that those lines all met at a quarter-sized, blue circle placed just above her navel.

Rick’s jaw had fallen clean through the floor as he came to terms with reality; that wasn’t just some kinky bondage suit with a lightshow. That was a compression suit—a highly advanced and, nowadays, vital piece of equipment for any pro-bodybuilder. It was designed to keep muscles in a hyperdense, compact state that prevented unwieldy mass from getting in the way of basic movements, making daily tasks more manageable and workouts more efficient. Higher end models featured transparency modules as well, making them much more discreet and fashion-conscious. Sharon, however, had been retired for years, her figure no longer encumbered by the insane levels of brawn expected of a Miss America contender. So, why on Earth was she wearing hers?

“Why don’t you open your prize?” she spoke with a seductive lilt.

Shaken, Rick gingerly approached the gorgeous woman in black. She reached out and grabbed his unsteady hand, guiding it towards the small blue patch below her chest and daring him to answer all the questions he would have never thought to ask before tonight. With a daring gulp, he obliged, pressed the button, and reeled back the moment she let go, his body reflexively preparing for what might come next. A gentle whir could be heard as the suit warmed up. After a few seconds, those patterned lines began to glow a sinister red. The suit suddenly fractured along those same lines with a high-pressure hiss, before shrinking in size and falling off of her in one piece. Sharon gasped as if an inconceivable burden had been lifted, her now truly naked form free from the confines of that technologic prison.
 
“Thank you,” she uttered softly. Soon, every fiber of every muscle group was twitching… shaking… quaking as though some eldritch force from deep within was tearing her apart! Sharon clenched her eyes shut and a guttural growl rattled from behind gnashed teeth. Every inch of her was swelling—no—exploding at a horrifying rate, her unrestrained form announcing itself in front of Rick’s disbelieving eyes!

“RRRRAAAAAAGH!!!” She was being overwhelmed by power that was never meant to be unleashed all at once. The electrifying chorus of rapidly expanding flesh filled the air as every last beefy inch of her body went nuclear, layers upon layers of brawn seeming to synthesize out of thin air! The five-headed hydra of her upper arms writhed and twisted, becoming more terrifying by the second, their stunning growth pushing each other and the surrounding delts, forearm, and pec meat away in a fierce melee. Likewise, her lats, already spacious enough to land a plane on, turned into a virtual aircraft carrier as they bloomed nearly as wide as she was tall! Glasses tipped and vases smashed as the entire suite trembled in fear.

Even her abs, every one of those ten bricks, as well as the dozens upon dozens of muscle-filled mounds of the obliques that flanked them, punched out violently as if an entire martial artist was desperately trying to escape the confines of her gut. If that wasn’t shocking enough, endless seas of viciously defined and richly vascularized musculature flooded her legs and bum, forcing her ample, motherly hips outward to accommodate all of this uninvited mass and warping her figure into a seductive hourglass of Venusian proportions!

When the expansion finally halted, a fresh sheen of sweat glistened off her raw form like wax on a car. The massively-pumped matriarch eventually caught her breath and, when she did, ran her fingers along the newly formed striations and cuts that blanketed her entire being, feeling the mindblowing strength of her own uninhibited jack. Her curvy figure—a figure that already rivaled that of her much younger teenage counterparts just moments ago—had transformed into an obscenely overmuscled beast-bod that none would have dared say belonged to a middle-aged mom!

Rick’s pants were now soaked from excitement, having nearly lost his load from this inhuman and unexpected display of growth. Never could he have imagined Sharon had kept her body so developed decades after her retirement. Now that it was staring him in the face, he prayed to God he wasn’t dreaming.

“You like?” Sharon cooed playfully, flexing her arms. The contrast between her silky voice and the gut-wrenching crackle of skin being stretched into cellophane by overpowering muscle shook her little plaything out of its daze. Two luscious mounds of ripped and shredded meat erupted, forming eye-popping peaks packed with so much cougar muscle that the top of her head was easily overshadowed. Sinew capable of disintegrating carbon fiber smashed together with tangible force as her meaty forearms battled her gigantic biceps for control of nonexistent real estate. When they reached their apices, she gave each towering hunk a lovely kiss.

Rick, with his mouth agape for the umpteenth time tonight, only managed an unintelligible, “H-h…ho-”

“How?” she finished.

He nodded.

Sharon relaxed her biceps to focus her attention elsewhere. “I’ve been working out like crazy over the past few months, sneaking time into the home gym whenever Michelle was at school.” As she spoke, she turned to her side and, with one hand grasped tightly over the other wrist, forcefully extended her arm. A tidal wave of muscle rushed outward as her triceps sprang to life, the three furious heads spilling over each other in a disturbing display of anatomical perfection. Not to be outdone, her delts too bloated with brawn, pressing against her jaw and cheek and threatening to obscure her own vision. “Seeing my daughter start to surpass me and then get accepted to the College… Well, that motivated me to get back in shape.”

“Back in shape” was the understatement of this still very young century. Rick had viewed pics of Sharon promoting her bakery just days after she called, and if what she was saying was true, then she must have added what looked like hundreds of pounds of muscle to her aging frame in mere months—a feat that would defy everything he knew about bodybuilding!

“I guess I just missed being… big.” With emphasis, Sharon shook and snapped her immense thighs. Their unreal girth forced her legs apart several inches, giant slabs of meat spilling menacingly over her kneecaps. The individual muscles of the quadriceps and adductors became so large that they resembled the unbreakable, high-tension cables that supported entire bridges. With unnatural control, she made the fibers on her legs dance like strings on a guitar, tensing them individually for a few seconds before sending every one of them thrusting forth in sync and warping her thighs into flesh-stuffed barrels over two feet in diameter!

“I wanted that feeling again. That feeling of power and control.” She spun her hulking body around 180 degrees, giving him an awe-inspiring view of the scaled-down Grand Canyon that was carved into her back. That topographical map was filled to the brim with literal mountain ranges, and that was before she flexed. Once she did, the fissures that separated them sank deep enough to easily pocket his hands while her traps rose high enough to threaten the top of her head!

“You’re the only other person to have seen my new body,” Sharon continued, releasing her back flex just enough to allow him to see the side of her youthful face. “I’ve been careful in keeping this a secret from Michelle. She hasn’t noticed that I’ve started wearing my suit again.” She paused, bending over to pick up the deflated garment from the floor. Its hyperdense material weighed several hundred pounds but felt like little more than feathers in her hands.

“The last thing I’d want would be to… break her confidence,” she condescended as she deliberately kept her back arched, hands still grasping the suit. As if to prove her point, a mere tense of her most carnal of assets sent thousands of fibers fluttering across—slicing, dicing, and julienning her glutes into shocking, hyper-ripped balls of reinforced concrete! She followed this by lifting a single leg up and flexing her hamstrings, sending a perversely distended leg-bicep slamming into a calf muscle so huge it could have fit its namesake! She ran one hand all over the craggy surface of her magnificent rump, chuckling as she felt her own horrific hardness. When she was satisfied, she stood up, turned around, and stalked towards her prey.

Some men would have run, instinctively realizing whatever the she-wolf had in store would have been too much for their fragile bodies to handle. But Rick, paralyzed by a whirling typhoon of emotions, was not afforded the luxury of agency. Fortunately, Sharon’s face and voice began to soften. “I love Michelle, and I know she’s going to shine brighter than I ever could.” She looked down at the wrinkled black suit in her posession, sentiment seemingly washing away her sexual aggression. Then, she held the heavy garb out with one hand and thrust it right in front of Rick’s face.

“But you know what?” A sudden, crashing thud sent a jolt through his body; she had let hundreds of pounds worth of nanotech fall to the floor, nearly crushing his feet and cracking the floorboards. When he looked back up, all he saw was gleeful malice.

“I can’t help but get sooooooo horny just thinking about how I’ve added more inches to my bust in a few months than she has in three fucking years!” With rasping grunt, the mature muscle monster slammed her fists together in an almighty, sex-fueled crab flex! The room once again trembled, with Rick nearly losing his footing as the malevolent din of flesh grinding against unyielding flesh rocked his world. Her head was quickly buried underneath the tsunami of shoulder, trap, and pec meat, her muffled moans and lovely lady juices that now dripped from her thigh betraying the overwhelming lust building within. The pride of her body, that superlative chest, mushroomed with orgasmic levels of she-beef, blowing past her sternum by over a foot and a half and flaunting enough cleavage to put millions of women many years her junior to absolute shame! Rick didn’t know if he should piss his pants or bust right then and there. He hadn’t seen this much feminine jack so close in years, and the only part of him moving now was his member, which was throbbing wildly. Sharon eventually got a hold of her own libido and temporarily relaxed her form into a slightly less daughter-shaming state.

“Don’t be scared, little one,” she chaffed, her incredible chest still puffed out like a gorilla. “I didn’t just do this for me. Every bit of this is for you too.” She licked her lips with the same animalistic hunger a lioness would at the sight of a fresh kill.

“Chris never appreciated or satisfied me like you could. I should have divorced that tiny dick of his sooner. You could have had all this to yourself for years and years.” Sharon cupped her enormous “breasts”, bouncing them up and down and wagging her diamond-hard nipples in front of his face like raw meat to a dog. He was drooling. “So, how about we make up for some lost time?”

Witnessing the enormity of her rebuilt body was too much; Rick could do nothing but stand as still as a statue, completely hypnotized by the mega-milf’s mesmerizing display. “What’s wrong? Don’t you remember the girls?” she asked, knowing full well the effect she had on him. “Here, why don’t I show you how much they’ve missed you?!” With a sexy groan, her knuckles turned white from hellish effort as this time she was dead set on pushing her pecs to the very limit! Load after load of mature muscle was injected straight into her already-oversaturated knockers causing quaking tectonic plates of sexed-up pec power to stack on top of each other as her chest pushed out another three, four, five ungodly inches! Her tits were now bloated into beach balls, each with more mass than even the strongest, most roided-up men had in their entire bodies! Valleys terraformed across the planetoid meat tits like the grooves on corrugated steel; only, these girls were much harder than steel, or any metal for that matter!



Holding her insane pose for a few seconds, she helped herself to a little self worship. Gratuitous sounds of indulgence permeated the room as she kissed and licked and groped her overgrown melons, delighting over how big and ripe they had grown. “Maybe they’re not the best in the business anymore but… not bad for an old pro, huh?” she giggled in a shockingly girlish manner unbefitting of the sexual demon she had become.

“And these…” she let out a lust-filled sigh as her hands drifted over to the apex of her breasts. She was so swollen from her repeated pec flexes that her fingers could just barely reach and wrap around the massive pink poles that crowned them. Even by bodybuilding standards, Sharon’s nipples were always freakishly long and freakishly thick, and it seemed as though they had lost little of their garish size after all these years. “Ooooh, these babies haven’t been this puffy since I was breastfeeding!” With another few pumps and some more erotic tugs, her plump, pink mommy nipples somehow got longer and thicker, settling at a startling seven inches in length!

“Aaagghh,” she hissed, “So big… Bigger than my ex’s cock!” Simple tugs quickly devolved into unabashed jerking off of her own lady hard-ons, her hands mashing repeatedly against areolas big enough to eat off of! Eventually, a creamy white substance was expressed which she was all too eager to use as lubricant. Seeing this, Rick suddenly jumped forward and clasped his lips around her chest cock, lapping up her muscle milk with fervor; his motor functions had been totally overwritten by lechery. Sharon threw her head back and gasped, letting herself indulge in a man’s uncontrollable desire for the first time in years. But it wasn’t quite time for that yet. With zero effort, she pushed her sturdy, 200+ pound lover off of her, nearly sending him tumbling over the couch. “Not so fast, little one. You’re gonna need a lot more prep if you have any chance of satisfying me tonight!” She brought one hand to her mouth, her luscious lips sucking enthusiastically on her wetness and tasting the saltiness of his saliva as well as the sweetness of her estrogen-rich nipple juice.

“Mmmmm, you used to get so hot watching me pump this milk for Michelle.” Rick gulped once he saw her expression grow increasingly ravenous. He could feel her starving eyes drill holes into him as her intoxicating musk dampened the room. “You’d play with yourself as I did it, and we’d still fuck for hours afterwards.” With a moan, she sent that same hand towards her dripping sex to massage her own aching, erect clit.

Her eyes rolled back for a moment, shuddering as years of pent-up frustration surfaced. “Now… take your fucking pants off and get to it!” she barked. Fear and arousal had transformed a sentient man into a robot—a slave to primal urges. He stumblingly pulled off his trousers and undergarments to reveal his hardon, all ten spectacular inches of veiny cock springing out and pounding for relief! Half-naked, he immediately went to work, wrapping one hand on the edge of the couch for support and the other around his boa as he hammered away with unbridled passion, the oodles of precum pouring out from the head just enough to prevent him from tearing his own skin off.

Sharon’s eyes went red as soon as she saw just how much lust was leaking from that emasculating manhood. “Oh god,” she wailed, plunging her fingers into her craven quim and going at it with equal fury. “I forgot how big that fucking thing is!”

After just a few seconds of fierce manual and unbelievably enviable visual stimulation, the first intelligible words to leave Rick’s mouth since she took off her compression suit were, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes!!” she bellowed as she herself neared the cliff. “Give it to me!”

“Aaaaaahhhhh!!!” Rick belted as the biggest orgasm of his last few years took hold. His dick spasmed, spraying hot cum like a firehose and splattering all over Sharon’s chest and midsection. The beefed up matriarch let out an impure groan as she was drenched, zealously rubbing the fresh cream all over her pale skin and even into her sopping snatch as she continued to masturbate like a sex-crazed lunatic. “Uuunggghh…” she huffed, simultaneously jacking her giant, ex-husband-shaming nipple with enough force to strip paint from wood. Sharon soon found herself screaming as she too reached kingdom cum. “OOOOOHHH…!!!” Her pussy flooded, a puddle of mommy spunk saturating the once ornate hardwood flooring. Even more obscene were the thick ropes of muscle milk that shot out several feet from her tits like water cannons, making Rick’s hefty load look sparse and utterly ruining the seat they had just shared drinks on! When she finally finished spewing lust, her knees buckled and she kneeled onto the ground. However, before she could catch her breath, she stood back up and staggered towards Rick’s recently spent body, now crumpled over the couch like a used rag.

“You have… no idea… what it’s been like… being trapped in that damned suit almost every hour of the day,” she panted, picking up his limp form with laughable ease. “Since I started working out again, I’ve been insatiable.” She made her way towards the vanity and plopped his bottom tenderly atop the sturdy surface. “I use my vibrator after every workout session, and it’s still not enough!” The moment he was steadied, she aggressively pressed her lips against his. Still recovering from his earth-shattering orgasm, Rick came up for desperately needed air every few seconds as the old flames made out hot and heavy. Sharon felt his already re-hardening dick brush against the underside of her pecs and instinctively grabbed onto it. She gently massaged the shaft, her delicate touch extracting a lewd groan. He threw his head back in ecstasy as a wave of pure pleasure punched him square in the jaw. She sensually kissed his neck, then whispered in his ear, “I need you to make me feel like a real woman again.”

Her request was an epi shot straight to the heart. Ignoring his refractory period, he swung his head forward and launched into a feeding frenzy, worshiping every bare inch of her like the goddess she was. “That’s it… good boy!” she goaded, reveling in the slobbering kisses he was planting all over her. The taste of her flesh and the texture of her adamantium hardness was surely the food of the gods. Without a conscious thought, his mouth gravitated towards her uber-teats, groping the length of those ingots of womanly perfection with his skillful tongue.

Sharon moaned loudly, her erogenous zones lighting up like a Christmas tree as he casually manipulated both of her titty hardons with the same deft touch she was affording his member. But after just a few seconds, she had had enough. She forcefully grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face away. “Don’t be such a gentleman,” she snarled sexily as she lined up his greedy orifice with her mighty nipple. Rick reflexively opened wide to accept his punishment.

Sharon slammed her overgrown mammary into his throat over and over and over agin, fucking his face with the crown jewel of her womanhood. A less experienced man probably would have choked to death, but Rick had tasted her bosom more times than he can count. “Aaahhhh! Th-that’s it!” she stammered, cheeks growing hotter by the minute. Years apart had left her lonely, but her sexual appetite never once waned. And nothing could satisfy her quite like the mouth of this man.

With his head being used as a sex toy, the hand that was clasped around that raging erection dragged his glans across her rows and rows of diamond-grating abs. She could feel his entire body convulse the moment his cock made contact. His muffled moans quickly deteriorated into the frantic cries of a drowning man. Just before he could black out, Sharon freed his face from its neckbreaking work.

“Hhhuuuhhh… huuhhh…” Rick was coughing and gasping for air. “Yes, take some nice deep breaths my big, strong man,” she encouraged, holding firm onto his head. “You’re going to need it!” Not yet ready for round two, she ruthlessly rammed her nipple back into him. Lips slick and swollen slid helplessly across the seemingly unending length of her hardness as she nursed him against his will.

“Tell me, do I taste as good as I did before?” she teased. Gagging, Rick responded with nothing that resembled any human language. However, the oodles of precum sloshing over her drenched tummy and the involuntary thrusts of his pelvis answered her question loud and clear. She reveled in his unadulterated worship, delighted that his endurance was still great enough to stand up to her own ravenous needs. Her only disappointment was that he didn’t have two mouths.

“Oh, and how about these?” One hand still clasped around his second brain, she turned her focus towards her abs. “Are they as big and hard as you remember them?” She moved his cock in circles, tracing the edges of one of her deluxe-sized all-beef patties. “I torture these babies every day just for you. You should see how many plates I’ve crushed between them when I lose control!” And losing control she was. She let go of Rick’s head, which was now voluntarily rocking back and forth along her embarrassingly long nipple, in order to give her oversexed kitty some desperately needed attention.

“So fucking big,” she oozed, getting lost in her own sauce. “Bigger than your tiny little arms!” Rick’s arms were not tiny. He was no bodybuilder, but he probably could have been one if he had put in the work. Yet, curling 80lb dumbbells for reps was insignificant—microscopic even—in the face of each of her monolithic abs.

“And I’ve got… Oooh, let’s count them,” she cooed. “1… 2… 3…” Sharon slowly and steadily dragged his crown over each one, which the next somehow feeling harder and more indestructible than the last. “4… 5… 6…” A part of his subconscious mind would have given anything to see her abs up close. But even if he had opened his eyes, the blinders of those muscle boobs he was happily sucking away on would have made it impossible anyway. “7… 8…” It didn’t matter though. He was so sexually supercharged, his glans so superhumanly sensitive, that he could feel the hundreds upon hundreds of veins and striations that littered the surface like a blind man reading braille!

“9… 10…!” She grunted mightily as she reached the end, crunching down on her studded bulwark of pure muscle and forcing peaks of milf meat forward like spears of a phalanx. Sinew that could compress coal to diamonds was instead giving him the dick massage of a lifetime, each member of her 10-pack turning into terrifying mounds of flesh more pumped than any man’s bicep! With her flex reaching its frightening apex, she unceremoniously penetrated him in between the staggeringly deep, bone-crushingly narrow ab-cleavage and sent shockwaves of pain up his shaft. But every part pain was equaled with a hundred parts pleasure, and so the lucky man continued to unwillingly thrust with backbreaking speed!

“How does it feel, Rick?” she asked rhetorically, the forceful slamming of his ultra hard rod producing soapy thuds that were music to her ears. “How does it feel to know my abs are tighter, deeper than any shallow pussy you’ve had before or after me?!”

Rick’s vision went black, the onslaught of muscle predictably too much—he was getting his brains fucked into the next century by her godlike 10-pack! His cock went Krakatoa, an inhuman load painfully erupting and quickly irrigating the space between every one of her mighty abs. His shrieks could no longer be contained behind pursed lips as at last he freed his face from her teat. At the same time, the sheer force of his climax actually pushed his raging rocket back out of its muscular prison!

His cock continued to pump out ungodly amounts, pressure washing her midsection with enough to cum to impregnate a legion of lesser women. The sex-famished milf queen was practically foaming at the mouth now, elated by this generous tribute. But still she wanted more. In one smooth motion, she picked up her sex slave, turned him around 90 degrees, and rested him flat across her arms. Then, she thrust his bright red member in between her pecs and impatiently wrapped her lips around his glans as it peeked out from her cleavage. She sucked and sucked and sucked every ounce that gushed from his fire hydrant, swallowing hastily and hungrily. When the flow began to subside, she undulated the individual fibers of her pectorals with masterful control just so that she could milk him for all that he was worth!

The taste of liters of lust left her so consumed and so rabid that she too started to involuntarily rock her hips back and forth, thrusting for a cock that wasn’t there. Instead, the lacquered ironwood that stood before her instantly shattered and splintered against the meat of her pelvis, her savage quim unphased, and instead shamelessly stimulated by the destruction. In just a few seconds, the violent humping disintegrated the once sturdy fixture into a heap of defeated tinder!

Rick too had been undone, his sex drying up as Sharon consumed every last drop. Once she was sure she had completely emptied his reserves, she mercifully dismounted him from her chest and carried him towards the bed. He was out.

“Rest up, my love,” the naked, cum-glazed matron lorded over her conquest. “I’ll be back in a bit for mine.” After she closed the door behind his limp body, the raucous, esoteric crescendo of sinew, pleasure, and metal could be heard through the walls as she luxuriated in her own physique in manners unspeakable.

[rodman]

🔥🔥Wow! Another awesome hot 🔥 chapter 💪👍! Thanks, looking forward to seeing the next one! 😎

[Atinman]

I always love this series so much

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A Bodybuilder’s Tale - Ch. 7
“Two Minutes to Midnight”

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Four and a half hours of nonstop lifting with weights no man could ever budge had left the two girls exhausted. Despite her domineering start, Heather failed to shake off her new and annoyingly persistent rival. Michelle had sniffed out her strategy and conceded ground tactically against the redhead’s blitzkrieg. Unlike her more stage-experienced future classmate, it seemed as though she had held nothing in reserve for the swim back to shore. With the more modest of the two posting dominant wins in several core and leg exercises, this race was now too close to call.

“You’ve been toying with me, haven’t you?” Heather smoldered, her silhouette swollen with so much pumped, veiny mass that her little bikini had to hang on for dear life. Her huge chest heaved as she recovered, having matched—and failed to overtake—her equally bloated, equally shredded counterpart with the final squat.

“Are you kidding?” Michelle raised her brow. “I haven’t pushed myself this hard in months! You’ve been kicking my ass all night.”

“As if,” she held her tongue. The pesky brunette had been pushing her buttons ever since they picked up those dumbbells, and if she wasn’t such a worthy opponent, she would have had her way with her by now.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Heather called out as her workout partner started to walk away. “The bench machine is over there.”

“Oh right, oops!” Michelle smiled innocently enough and turned around.

Heather rolled her eyes. “What, have you already forgotten about your plan?”

“Plan? What’re you talking about?”

“Stop playing dumb. I know you left the bench press for last. If you don’t take me seriously, you’re in for a rude awakening,” she challenged.

“Maybe you should be taking me seriously. I mean, how many times have I managed to outlift you tonight?” Michelle smirked, finally acknowledging their unspoken contest.

Heather scoffed. “Big talk for someone about to get embarrassed. Go on, let’s see what ya got,” she cocked her head towards what would be their final torture test, and surely the decider.

“What, are you too tired to kick this one off?”

“Yeah right. Unlike you, I wasn’t pretending to be impressed by your pecs when we first met. I wanna learn from the master, so you take the first set.” Heather crossed her arms and stood stubbornly by the machine.

“As you wish.” Michelle squeezed her enormous body onto the seat, which was really just a cushion of ultra-dense foam fixed atop a slab of metal. “Traditional” bench presses had fallen out of favor long ago, having been rendered obsolete by pecs that had literally grown too large to allow for proper range of motion. Instead, this gym’s bench machine was equipped with a pair of small but sturdy handles that held a legion of plates on the flanks. Beneath them on either side were dials, similar to the dumbbells from earlier, that could be used to adjust the weight as they pleased. She turned them until the counter read a staggering 8,000 lbs—over 10 times the men’s world record—and went to work as if it was just another day at the office. Metered exhales were the only sounds that escaped her body as she pressed the man-crushing weights unbothered.

Heather looked on and scrutinized her form as much as her figure. Involuntarily, she bit her bottom lip while her tremendous thighs rubbed together. Hours of heavy lifting always left her feeling hot and bothered, especially when she flaunted her goods for her own enjoyment as she had throughout tonight. But this was the first time she had the privilege of sharing the gym with a truly worthy opponent—someone just as big, strong, and sexy soon to take the very same stage as her—and it was flustering her in more ways than she would ever care to admit.

10… 20… 30 reps flashed by with unreal efficiency, each as perfectly executed as the last. In spite of the insulting ease of the warmup, her gargantuan chest had stretched the bra’s fabric into little more than a thin veneer of paint, and with a cavernous expanse of flesh spilling out from all sides, little was left to Heather’s growing imagination. Her cheeks were warm and rosy, filled with equal parts awe, envy, and excitement. When the handles came down for the final time, she turned away to burn her shame. Michelle then sat up and asked insolently, “So, did you learn anything?”

Heather spun around and returned fire, “Only that if you worked as hard on the rest of your body as you did your chest, you’d have won the Teen USA in a heartbeat.”

“Maybe. But at least I was there,” she quipped, her mouth curling with smugness.

Heather quickly forgot all about her conflicting feelings. “You know what? I’m getting tired of all this beating around the bush. Why don’t we settle this, old West style?” She untied her bikini top and unabashedly let it drift to the floor, exposing her fully erect teats and massively stuffed pectorals for all to see.

“What the hell are you doing?” Michelle put her hands up to provide some modesty for her own eyes.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen these already, you prude. I just don’t want to ruin my top,” Heather gestured to her to get off the machine. “Anyway, what’s your max?”

“My max? It’s…” she stood up and paused.

Heather gave her a funny look. “...It’s…?”

“20k,” she finally answered.

“Is that right? Well, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to smash your little PR in this set, and because I’m so gracious, I’ll even give you a chance to outdo me. If you can’t, I win. Deal?”

Michelle hesitated once more. Could her smaller chest really do what she touted? Maybe that was a pointless question. This pump-crazed girl had done the seemingly impossible before, and telling her “no” was the same as admitting defeat. “Alright. Show me.”

“I will.” Heather organized herself on the bench and took a few deep breaths to prepare. “Oh, and just so you know… The bench press is my favorite exercise too,” she winked, dialing the weight not to 20k, but all the way to a nauseating 21,000 lbs!

The fear that smeared across Michelle’s once confident expression was all Heather needed to see. Hands wrapped firmly around the handles, the pale-skinned vixen brought all of her young might to bear with a viscous howl, her body shaking with such terrifying effort that it even made the hairs on her rival’s neck stand up. But the weights didn’t move. And surely they wouldn’t, right? The stellar brunette had just been given the unofficial title of “Best Pecs” of all the rising freshmen in the country by ‘Bodybuilding Today.’ There was no way some unranked teen could outbench her, right? All Heather would do now would be to embarrass herself in a desperate plea to take the spotlight… right?

Wrong.

Somehow, the handles of the machine began to rise! It was a painstakingly slow effort, each inch off the starting block needing several seconds and surely taking several years off of their respective lives! Though her garish chest quaked like fault lines giving way, her arms remained rock steady and her technique every bit as flawless as her shocked predecessor’s. Michelle once again found herself praying that some higher power would intervene and strike those efforts down. Unfortunately, just as before, her prayers went unanswered.

“Hhhrrrrrggghhhh!!” With another war cry, she at last spoke the impossible feat into existence—six sedans worth of metal were now held aloft by an 18 year old girl who had never even stood on a podium in a bodybuilding competition!

Michelle’s jaw went slack, her mind unwilling to accept the gruesome truth. Things only got worse from there. The weight reached its apex for a second and third time as she proved youth and inexperience meant little to her brutish strength. Tears streamed down her ruddy cheeks, the excruciating pain of her muscle-destroying effort contorting her once beautiful visage into something demonic—yet it could not stop her all the same. The machine was simply no match for her perfect body, now elevated with even greater levels of classmate-conquering brawn. Humongous muscle tits flared outwards, mashing violently into equally jacked arms with enough force to crumble concrete. Veins as thick as rattlesnakes slithered across channels that cut deep into her flesh, enveloping her twisted form in a network of vasculature obscene enough to headline a horror film.

Michelle’s head was spinning. Her knees dared to buckle under the weight of Heather’s throaty cries as she punctuated each successful lift with an immodest grunt. Her competitive spirit was driving the ten and a half tons of advanced alloy upwards by sheer force of will. She didn’t know she shouldn’t be able to lift weights so mighty at such a young age, and clearly, she did not care. By number six, Michelle wanted to throw up. Her PR had been capped at a meager five reps, and here this psychotically overpowered juvenile was making a mockery of one of her greatest achievements! The eighth and final rep soon came back down like a hammer, the machine clanking loudly like bells tolling for her doom. It was over.

“FUCK YEAH!!!” Heather roared, launching herself off the machine the moment the handles were secured. She had done it. She had put that busty bitch in her place, and now there was no doubt who was going to be the big dog on campus in a few months.

She tossed a haughty look at the vanquished, only to find the color had drained from her once vibrant face. “What? Nothing to say?” she jabbed, her entire body throbbing from its otherworldly feat. Michelle just sat there, silent and helpless. No carefully made plan or clever remark could save her. Heather, however, was not satisfied to leave it at that.

“Look at these babies… God, I think they’re bigger than yours now!” She flexed her chest right in front of Michelle’s thousand-yard stare, sweat droplets whipping into her face as those naked pecs nearly engulfed her field of view. A staggering stockade of pure muscle with its woefully deep cuts and clusters of sausage-thick veins rudely trampled all over her personal space while fully engorged nipples threatened to poke her eyes out. Heather had been right to take off her top as it otherwise would have disintegrated, but the ability to flaunt the fruits of her labors unobscured was the real prize. Having her rival salivating over her perfect nudeness was just the cherry on top.

Both were quiet for the next minute, one sitting in awe and the other standing in triumph. Heather glanced at the mirror to find that there was plenty of truth to her boasting. She milked the flex a few more times to confirm—her meaty mammaries jut out a staggering foot and a half from her rib cage, all the while being caked with spine-tingling shreddedness! She caressed the underside of her pectoral shelf to find they weren’t just bigger, but harder than they had ever been. Heather bit her lip and fought back the urge to feed Michelle one of her fully-engorged teats right then and there. However, before she could do anything she might regret, she relaxed her chest. Then, she stumbled backwards onto the bench, her body just now realizing the incredible physical toll it had taken. She stared at the ceiling, panting, then sighed, “So, ready to hit the showers?”

Michelle bit her tongue with enough force to draw blood, the pain yanking her eyes away from their disgraceful ogling. After a few seconds of silence, she cleared her throat and asked, “Isn’t it my turn?”

“What?” Heather instantly sat back up, the question stated clearly yet made little sense to her workout-fogged brain.

“You said I’d have a shot too, no?” Her voice was as steady as it had ever been.

Heather’s brows furrowed. “So you were lying, huh? I should have known!” She stood up in a huff and confronted her opponent. “What’s your real max then? 21,000? Were you just watching me all doe-eyed just so you could embarrass me?”

“No, you were right. It was 20k flat.” Michelle touched her shoulder on her way back to the bench. “You beat me.”

Heather was quiet as she swapped places with the great white whale she thought she had subdued. She turned around and watched with intent as the brunette steadied herself along the length of the bench.

“But you got one thing wrong…” Michelle continued as she lay flat, cranking the dial up to 21,000… 21,500… 22,000 lbs!

Heather gulped.

“My pecs are still bigger!” she declared, pouring all of her passion and every last bit of energy held in reserve into this final set. It was as if every weight she had lifted, every inch she had gained, and all the competitions she had won in her life had led her to this singular moment. She had no choice but to fulfill the promise she made at the beginning of the night—to vanquish the fiercest competitor she had ever faced—lest all she had ever accomplished turn to ash.

Veins popped from her forehead and a blood vessel nearly burst in her eye. But even as her arms quivered, the handles remained motionless. If anything, it felt as if they were pushing back against her, pressing her deeper and deeper into the seat. Even with another breath and a redoubling of what was already a 110% effort, there was no ground gained. She pushed and pushed and pushed, but after fifteen seconds of teeth-grinding, sweat-dripping exertion, the only thing moving were the corners of Heather’s mouth, coiling into a wicked smile. This was the final nail in the coffin.

Then, suddenly, a creak escaped from the machine. Heather gasped, incredulous at the sight and sound. But her senses had not deceived her. That metallic groan was indeed the signature of a machine fighting back… and losing! After what seemed like an eon to both girls, the weights had moved up ever so slightly. At first, Heather reassured herself that this was as far as she could go: keeping the handles suspended a few inches up from the starting position. That was, until they crawled upwards once more. Every microscopic advance was a callback to the days of trench warfare, every tiny piece of land fought for with hellish fury. But reinforcements were on their way, her pectorals recruiting increasingly disturbing layers of vascular mass to keep the advance going. Even at a snail’s pace, the summit would not be denied!

*clank* With the first rep completed, it seemed as though knowing she could was all she really needed. The handles went up for a second and third time hardly any faster, but that foothold she had established on that inhospitable precipice was growing larger by the second. Heather looked on in amazement, unable to reconcile those bombshell looks with the brutal conditioning and profound muscularity of the rest of her body. This young, undeniably feminine girl had been throwing tons of metal around like sticks. Now she was benching forty times her own body weight! For the first time in her life, she had found someone who was capable of pushing her limits. And that made her very, very excited.

The facade of stoicism Michelle had expertly crafted throughout the evening, trying to make every rep look too easy, was long gone. Now, she was practically goring the machine like an untamed jungle beast. Her bra tightened with every rep, its amazingly durable, elastic fibers digging into her breasts, kneading them like a lover’s hands. Meanwhile, her shorts rode farther and farther up her groin as the tremendous muscles of her pelvic girdle flexed involuntarily just like the rest of her body, rallying for the fight of her life. A soft moan inaudible to Heather’s ears over the squealing of gears escaped her lips as her nethers felt the caress of the soft fibers of her strained underwear. An unfamiliar warmth had wrapped around her like a cloak, dulling her other senses and insulating her from reality. It was as if all the sexual tension that had built up over the course of the night from watching that disgustingly sexy and unfairly strong redhead crush weights with ease was being converted into energy for muscles that should have caved long ago. In fact, she was no longer struggling. She was accelerating.

Heather found herself panting at the sight of the overinflated teen. She had never witnessed such horrifically defined, awe-inspiringly yoked, and breathtakingly sexed-up muscle-breasts up close in real time, and certainly never imagined anyone with her youth could treat weights this intimidating with such disrespect. At the nadir of each lift, where the tide of Michelle’s face-obscuring muscles was lowest, she saw that her eyes, which had been shut tightly just moments earlier, were now wide open and glazed over. Was she actually being turned on by her own lifts?

That very question left the starstruck teen with no other choice but to slip a desperate hand underneath her bikini, at last giving in to the heat that had been rising within her all night. She knew Michelle was too locked in and her muscles literally too fucking big to see past to catch her vulgarity. But she would have done it even if she was staring straight at her. She needed this.

15 reps in, each monumental push was announced by the eargasmic sound of mammoth slabs of girl-beef grinding up against each other. That, in combination with Michelle’s own sordid groans, was more than enough to drown out the tousling of Heather’s dripping sex. She could feel herself edging closer, staring with supreme focus at a sports bra that had been stretched translucent. Even the thinnest among her rips and cuts were as clear as day under the harsh glow of the gym lights. Those very same lights were now obscured from Michelle’s vision, pure animal sinew bloating her unholy pecs with enough breadth to cast a terrifying shadow across the bottom of her beautiful face and leaving her lust-hazed admirer on the brink of collapse.

“Oh god, please break…” she whimpered behind her free hand, egging on the tiny tears that were forming all over the yielding fabric. Soon enough, she got her wish.

“GRRRRRAAAAAAHHH!!!” A piercing wail cut through the musky air as the handles rocketed towards the ceiling, the 11 tons of metal attached to them stopping only once the emergency catch locked them in place! Her bra popped like a balloon, the industrial-strength fibers torn into hundreds of tiny shreds as her arms, chest, and indeed her entire body inflated with muscles neither girl would have ever thought possible!



Heather doubled over and muffled a scream into her hands. Sweat and cum dripped from her bikini. The once proud 18 year old supergirl had been reduced to a mindfucked heap.

With the walls still reverberating from the crash of those humbled weights, Michelle was left gasping. Her body splayed across the drenched bench like a hulking pile of rubble that had buckled under its own outrageous weight. Her mind began to drift in and out. Searing pain and air hunger were the only two things keeping her from blacking out entirely. It took several more minutes for her to recover any semblance of conscious thought. When she did, she realized she couldn’t remember anything past her first couple of lifts, neither the number of reps, nor her struggle. But what she did know, and the only thing that really mattered, was that she had won. Still, with the pounding in her ears and the searing pain throughout her body, celebration was the furthest thing from her mind. She weakly looked to her left to see Heather inexplicably on the ground on all fours. The pair locked eyes and simply stared for a while, unsure of what to say or what to do. An uncomfortable silence fell over the gym. That was, until…

*ding* An unassuming bell sound wafted over the floor and signaled the opening of the automatic doors. The spent girls were jarred awake. Heather cursed as she dragged herself off the ground and onto a bench, tripoding so that nobody would see her thoroughly soaked nethers. Michelle was less concerned about her own indecency, having been rendered almost immobile. She had nothing to be ashamed of anyway. After all, it was this naked chest that had set a new record, left her rival in a humiliated heap, and claimed victory over the night. Let whoever look upon their mighty visage, and despair.

“Michelle?” a male voice called out from close by. This time, the striking familiarity of his tone tore her out of her apathy. Michelle slowly sat up, every movement made difficult by the aching all over. When her vision finally focused, she couldn’t believe who their uninvited guest was.

“D-Dan?!” she blurted. “How did you…” Her voice trailed off once she saw the massive tent that was pitched on his pants. Immediately, a rather devious idea sprung to mind. Michelle glanced back at Heather to find her head still hung in defeat. Then, with a pernicious grin, she turned towards Dan, determined to bury that cocky bitch forever.

“Wanna check our pump?”

He gagged at the suggestion. The whole point of coming out here was just to make sure Michelle was alright. And only by some act of serendipity—finding a Black Card on the ground outside—could he have even made it in. Now, had been extended an offer he could not refuse, and yet he was too shocked to answer. Seeing two effectively naked muscle goddesses pumped to their absolute max would have been a lot for anyone to handle, even more so for a teenage boy. In fact, he was so blindsided that he didn’t even realize his manhood was rudely pointing their way! Dan had recognized Heather far quicker than he would ever care to admit. Her red hair, freckles, and overwhelming jack had been living rent free in his mind all day. She was beautiful beyond belief, and with the hundreds of pounds of sweat-soaked she-meat that throbbed across her body, she was every bit as worthy of wearing the Miss Teen America crown as anyone he had ever known.

Except Michelle. Or whoever this freakazoid was that had swallowed his girlfriend whole. If this was the girl that had shown up at the club today, things might have ended very differently.  When the brown-haired behemoth stood up, his soul nearly left his body. Though he was still taller, he had never felt smaller in his life. Muscles atop muscles atop even more vein-laden, laser-engraved muscles throbbed and pulsed as she approached, and when her planetary pecs stood just millimeters away from his own, he could have sworn he felt their gravity pulling him closer.

“Well? How about it?” she asked again. There was no mistaking the sparkling, emerald glint in her eyes or the soft, silky caress of her voice. Even so, the sight remained alien. Sure, he had seen Michelle naked more times than he could count. But not like this. Not this insanely shredded. Not this unbelievably pumped.

“We’re waiting…”

“I… I-uh-uhhhh… Err…” Before his confused sounds could coalesce into a coherent response, Michelle turned at the sound of heavy footsteps. Heather was walking away.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Where does it look like?” she replied without looking back.

“Hitting the showers so soon?”

Michelle received no response.

“I don’t blame you,” she continued her badgering with a satisfied smirk. “To get out-lifted and out-flexed all in one night would be pretty embarrassing.”

“Not as embarrassing as I made you look at the club!” Heather finally reciprocated before turning her crystalline blue high beams, now ripe with fury, back onto her tormentor. “And I’m not going to the showers, dumbass.”

“Then where-”

“The posing room has measuring tapes. We’re going to settle this by the numbers.” The venom in her voice stung even as it drifted away into the corridors.

Equally eager to put an end to the night in triumph, Michelle grabbed her glassy-eyed boyfriend by the hand and followed her rival. In the next room, they found themselves surrounded by the same floor-to-ceiling mirrors as before. Something skipped across the hardwood and stopped right in front of Dan’s feet.

“Let’s get this over with.” Heather had tossed them a measuring tape, determined to turn the tables. No longer was she sullied by the same unexpected and uncontrollable urges she had experienced during Michelle’s final set. She had regained sight of her original goal: dominance. And she knew just how to do that.

Dan picked up the tape, all 12 feet still mostly coiled. Heather then sauntered over, her big, luscious hips swaying with each thudding step. The hairs on the back of his neck rose to full attention, as did his member. He cautiously turned away to face Michelle, terrified of how she would react, only to find her floating towards one of the mirror walls as if detached from it all.

“Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” Heather asked as she stood uncomfortably close to another woman’s territory.

Seemingly entranced by her own image, her inflection was almost uncaring. “You… go ahead.”

Heather’s glare burned holes into her opponent’s unendingly beefed-up back. Pumped or not, she was going to make her eat those words. She knew men and women, young or old, had trouble controlling themselves around her, especially when she was in her groove. She had Grace to thank for that. But what Grace could never equal was the sheer level of brawn and muscle control she had cultivated over the past half decade. All that made for a package that could submit most even without a finger laid.

“Dan, was it? I must say, you’re quite handsome!” Heather licked her chops. Picking up on another’s lust, however involuntary it might be, was second nature to her. Yet, even she had never seen a bulge so… big. This was going to be fun.

“My, my. Is that because you don’t see muscles like mine very often?” She teased, nodding at his massive hardon. Dan didn’t even recoil in embarrassment. Every last drop of shame had long evaporated before that awe-inspiring figure.

“Why don’t you put those hands to good use and tell me how big this is?” A towering bicep erupted like a volcano bursting through the ocean surface, easily reaching her wrist. “Or this?” The other arm followed suit, sandwiching her youthful beauty between nothing but sickening stacks of sinew. “Go ahead sweety, take your pick.” Heather giggled, then glanced over at Michelle, expecting to see an attack dog foaming at the mouth. Instead, all she saw was an overpumped and overrated blue-blood too wrapped up in herself for her own good.

Failing to capture her attention, her sexy smile warped into a much more sinister veneer. “Not big enough for you, huh?” she snarled as she turned back towards Dan, who’s trembling hands still lacked the audacity of his eyes. “How about… now!” Her arms exploded once again, this time with gusto. The thunderous crackle of overgrown musculature being stuffed with even more teenage brawn made his ears ring. Gone was that trademark smugness, replaced by pure rage! He shivered at the sight. The level of shredded mass she showed off on stage earlier was already hard to believe, and now she had somehow surpassed her own lofty benchmarks!

“Ahhh, nothing quite like the sound of muscles when they’re all warmed up!” As her arms shook from the effort it took to keep such excessively built muscles maxed out, his eyes traced each majestic mountain from the base of her triceps to the very peak. “Go ahead and tell me how big I am.”

He did as he was told and gingerly wrapped the generous tape measure around the widest part of her right arm, itself stuffed with more muscle and strength than he had—or could ever have—in his entire body. A sharp exhale escaped his slack jaw the moment the ends came together.

“S-s-sixty… f-five…!” It had been a while since he had done the same for Michelle, but there was little doubt that number was well beyond whatever he had written down last time for his own immensely talented girlfriend.

Heather bit her lower lip, keen to the wetness now rolling down her inner thigh. “Mmmm, not bad,” she huffed, relaxing her arms and lustily cupping the underside of her heaving pecs. “But I bet these are what you’re really interested in, hmmm?” She playfully bounced those overinflated basketballs up and down just inches from his face. Her powerful fingers kneaded them with enough force to turn steel into scrap, yet to her indestructible muscle-melons felt like little more than a sensual massage. All the while, she consumed his ensnared gaze in starving silence. His fully-erect member stood disastrously close to her own womanhood, and her desire to tear off his shorts and plunge that monster within it was quicklying becoming untamable. But she held fast. She knew nothing would hurt that prideful primadonna more than having her man do that himself. And by the time she was finished, he would be begging her for a good fuck.

With an exasperated moan, she threw all she had left in the tank into one showstopping crab flex. A gust of moist air nearly knocked him over as her porcelain pecs burst forth with as much muscle and might as any teenage girl could ever muster. Her skin crackled and popped like an engine being revved as her chest redlined past her already mind boggling limits! All the while, her dainty chin sank beneath a storm surge of tit-flesh, the quivering masses of her beefy funbags overcoming the distance between predator and prey in cartoonish fashion!

Dan’s face was drained of all its color. This girl was simply not human. In an arms race that Michelle had seemingly won by throwing the kitchen sink, achieving a pump he had never thought possible, this upstart was pulling ahead in the final stretch! The oppressive heat radiating from the literal wall of muscle throbbing mere inches away was burning him alive. Yet, he dared not turn away.

Heather too was in awe of her own majesty. She had never felt—and surely never been—bigger. She wouldn’t have believed it either, were it not for the stacks upon stacks of pectoral cleavage thrust in front of her face. And when she saw the dilated pupils, gaping mouth, and beads of rolling sweat on the boy in front, she knew victory was hers alone.

“How about you drop that tape and come feel me up?” Any pretenses of friendly competition had gone up in smoke. She was going to have his way with him tonight, and his former lover would have to watch!

“C’mon, big boy,” she goaded him on. The fact that he didn’t immediately throw himself at her meant there was still some thread of resistance that needed breaking. “I know both you and your girl have wanted a piece of these since I popped my top on stage.” A spark of life suddenly flickered into his eyes as they darted back and forth in a panic.

“Oh, you didn’t think I knew?” she asked rhetorically, keenly recalling his frozen, disbelieving gaze amongst a crowd of otherwise rioting clubbers. “I’m a lot more perceptive than I look. Now…” she grabbed his hands, “don’t be shy. After all, it’s not every day you get to touch boobs as big as mine.”

Just before his fingertips could commit sin, a devilish laugh wafted from behind prodigious traps.

“I was wondering when you would join us,” Heather scoffed, turning around with Dan’s wrist still held hostage. “Done with your self-love already?”

“Well, when I hear you say something as ridiculous as that, what choice do I have?” Michelle wondered.

“Ridiculous? Which part?” she challenged, strolling up to her with Dan in tow and letting her still wildly overinflated pecs press against the brunette’s relaxed pair. “Surely not the part about my tits being bigger?” A shockingly cute grunt preceded another injection of beef, causing her pecs to pulse and thrust her diamond-hard nipples into the flesh of her apparently outmatched rival. Heather tittered as she seemed to wince in pain.

“Or maybe you think ‘your man’ ogling me with all three of his eyes earlier today was just my imagination?” She blew a quick kiss at Dan. “Tell me Michelle,” she rasped. “Which part do you think is untrue?”

“Sorry…” the brunette’s grimace twisted into a grin, “but he’s not into flat girls!!!”

With a glass-shattering shriek, Heather’s titanic chest—and indeed her entire body—was suddenly forced back! A rogue wave of pure muscle crashed into and over her pecs like high tide against the shore, knocking her onto the ground with a great thud. When the humbled redhead looked up to see what had so casually brushed her aside, all she could do was let out a meek gasp. Two globes of dream-crushing she-beef rumbled with unstoppable power, blotting out the overhead lights and casting a shadow that threatened to absorb her entire being!

“...No…” she whimpered, shaking her head and averting her eyes as sweat fell like rain onto her face. She turned away to try and escape the torrent, but what she saw only made her more disheartened. Dan had been reduced to all fours, desperately trying to catch his breath as a pool of his own shame collected beneath him. His once mighty member—and her final shot at salvaging the night—was deflating before her very eyes.

“What… are you… waiting for?!!” the quaking monster hissed behind gritted teeth.

Dan was slow to respond at first, his eyes unable to maintain focus and his body struggling just to keep himself off the ground.

“Get that fucking tape around me NOW!” Fear is a potent motivator. His body moved before his mind could react, standing up and stumbling towards his master. His eyes fluttered as her booming voice drew him closer. But once he realized the sight before him, his eyes nearly lept out of his skull. The once polite, well-spoken Michelle had transformed into a seething, all-consuming pec-beast! Those gentle, beautiful facial features he had come to love were now jailed by a supermax prison of egregiously mega-ripped muscle tits! Dan’s cock was at full attention once more just from gawking at the spectacle, but he held fast to complete his mission. He rested the tape across her huge nipples, each painfully swollen to the point of bursting. Then, he dragged the ends over the surface of those magnificent sex-spheres, marveling at the layers upon layers of striations that stretched as far as he could see and dug deep like trenches of an old battlefield. He snuck the tape underneath tremoring, barrel-sized biceps and crossed the ridgeline of her mountain range-spanning lats, gasping once he realized the 12 foot tape had nearly been consumed in its entirety! When they finally brought the ends together, he lost control.

“One…” his voice tapered off as his manhood sputtered into an already saturated pair of shorts. His knees wobbled and threatened to give out any moment.

“Hurry…” Her roar had turned into a whimper. She had already pushed herself well past her physical limits for the nth time tonight, and her heart was going to give out if she held this eye-popping flex any longer.

Recognizing her desperation, he mustered the last of his strength to keep himself upright and shout that number from the mountain tops, declaring once and for all who was Queen. “One hundred… and… thirty… FIVE!!”

Michelle immediately collapsed, her weight flustering the floorboards and knocking the flabbergasted Dan back to the ground. Her stamina had dried up completely. All three participants of tonight’s contest were left breathless.

For several minutes, the only sounds that echoed through the room were that of heavy breathing and the subtle grinding of muscles against muscles as Michelle’s superfluous chest rose and fell. Then, suddenly, Heather broke her silence.

“We’re not done,” she said plainly.

Michelle chuckled weakly, peeking across pecs she could barely see over. “Yes… we are.”

“No, we’re not.” Heather steadied herself once more on both feet. “Don’t think you can just walk away from this with just one flex. Last I checked, there are more than just two muscles.”

“I don’t give a shit, Heather,” she shot back as she too stood up. “And neither does he.” She leaned in close, and whispered, “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up,” loud enough for all to hear. With that, she helped him up towards the locker room.

“Hey, where are you… We’re not fucking done!” she yelled, her warning falling on deaf ears as the couple disappeared from her sight. Clenching her fists, she followed them.

[Apley44]

Absolutely fantastic! Michelle’s mom is an absolute beast of a woman! And she knows it…

[hitboy]

yes! muscle mom always fascinates me

[GDF-8]

A Bodybuilder’s Tale - Chapter 8
“No Quarter”

Michelle removed the last piece of her decency before pulling her boyfriend into the open showers and helping him disrobe. When she took off his shorts, she held the cum-soaked portion up to his face and questioned, “This wasn’t just for me, was it?”

Dan gulped, knowing any answer he could give would surely be the wrong one.

The muscle-bound teen dropped the soiled pants on the ground and smiled. “It’s okay. You get to make it up to me.” She turned the handles and let warm water bounce off her tanned skin, then tossed a soap bar into his hands. “Get to work.”

He nodded and started to soap up the vast expanse of her beefy back, being sure to give attention to every crevice of her muscular topography. Though the lack of partitions afforded the couple plenty of room to “clean up,” it also invited an unwanted audience.

Heather entered the room with haste, undeterred by the couple’s graphic cleanup. “Are you so scared to lose that you’ll throw in the towel before I even have a chance to respond?”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “Give it up.”

“You’re the one who’s giving up! Gosh, I bet all you do is bench presses all day.”

“Please, I won fair and square. Twice! Now… Ohhh…” Michelle moaned unabashedly as soon as he felt Dan’s massive, foot-long erection press and rub against her ass while he diligently scrubbed away. “Now you can walk away,” she continued, her voice loaded with a sensual breathiness. “Or you can watch the next Miss America take the best cock in the world. Your choice.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Heather challenged, seething. “You should have seen the looks your little boy toy’s been giving me all day. He was eye fucking me the moment I stepped on stage!!”

Dan grunted as the brunette grabbed his raging hardon and rubbed his head across the rippling striations of her glutes, slicks of precum glazing her soft skin. “Oh? Then maybe I need to remind him who he belongs to.” The victorious young bodybuilder bent over and claimed her well-deserved prize, guiding his head onto the soft lips of her glistening sex. Dan took the hint and plunged himself deep inside. He gasped sharply as most of his member was gobbled up by her warmth and tightness. It did not take long for the lovebirds to go at it hot and heavy, almost oblivious to Heather’s protests.

“You… you’re so fucking done!!!” Disgusted, the incensed rival tore off her bikini bottom with an audible snap. Then, with eyes locked onto that sinful flaunting of sexual agency, the remainder of her emotions rapidly boiled away into a single entity: rage. Without another word, she lifted both arms and snarled like a rabid animal, producing a massive, full body flex not unlike the one that capped her pornographic performance earlier today. The teen temptress’ beautiful blue eyes and pale face burned red with unimaginable levels of emotional and physical strain. From head to toe, her pumped-up muscles grew with alarming speed. A body that was already the envy of the country’s foremost bodybuilding teens, now bolstered by an intense, multi-hour workout and fueled by pure anger, shook with such vein-popping effort that it would have made anyone fearful—but not Michelle. Even though deep down she knew that Heather was more than a match for her in every way, she also knew she had her limits. And tonight, she tested those limits and won. Yes, tonight was her night, and nobody, not even Heather, could take that away.

In any case, Michelle was far too busy getting the railing of a lifetime to notice Heather’s last-ditch act of defiance. “Of, f-fuck!” she yelled, the tension that had been building up all night pushing her to the edge. The speed and force with which she was being rammed by that monstrous cock wasn’t helping either. Dan started off rabid, but his pace was now bordering on unsafe. They fucked like their lives depended on it and had no qualms about being loud—very loud. Their grunting and groaning was so vulgar that it sounded like the mocking of porn stereotypes. In reality, they had simply lost themselves so completely to the moment that they had forgotten they were in a public space standing just a few feet away from a relative stranger.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” Dan screamed, his body tensing up as he crossed the finish first. His firehose unleashed, blasting her insides with such incredible force that he nearly launched himself out! The feel of his throbbing thickness and the sheer volume of his load was pure ecstasy, and was just the push Michelle needed.

“Uuuuhhhhrrrrgghh!!” She leaned against the wall, eyes rolling back. Her legs trembled as a river of cum ran down them. She had never ever felt him pump her with so much before, and in turn, this was the hardest she had cum in months.

“Dan…” she purred, her body tingling all over. “Ooohhhhh, that was soooo… hhhhuuuhhh?” She gasped as, suddenly, another wave of pleasure slammed into her nethers. And then again. And again!

“What… what has gotten into you?!” Despite posting what should have been a life-draining orgasm, he somehow had more left in the tank. If anything, it seemed to have only made him more voracious as he thrusted with even greater vigor!  “Missed me that much, huh?” she cooed. But when she turned to look at him, she realized her hunch could not have been farther off. Dan’s attention was elsewhere.

“Hey, where are you… What the–” He wasn’t even looking at his own girlfriend. He was looking at… Heather! And Heather was…

‘No no no no no… No!’ Michelle looked on in abject horror. Heather was, inexplicably, growing! The last she had checked, her muscles had reached their impressive apex and halted. But she had been so overwhelmed by pleasure that she failed to see what she could never have imagined, totally ignorant to the sinister crackle of impossible expansion that had been filling the room for the past minute!

With sweat streaming out of every pore, Heather’s delicate skin stretched tighter and tighter, while striations that had been barely visible before etched deeper and sharper. Veins multiplied and engorged, webbing across her entire being as if to feed the ravenous growth of her already overblown muscles. Every part of her: lats, bis, tris, pecs, quads, calves, glutes, you name it, they all bloomed with dizzying levels of brawn! As much as Michelle wanted to bury her head in the sand, there was no denying reality: this jealousy-fueled mega-flex was somehow synthesizing mass out of thin air!

Dan’s continued rampant thrusting briefly knocked her out of her state of disbelief. “Dan, stop! STOP!!” she begged, but to no avail. It was like all she was anymore was just a toy to fuck, his attention otherwise completely consumed by the goddess that was being born before their very eyes.

In a desperate attempt to retake what was hers, she straightened up and let his manhood slip out. Then, she grabbed him and pinned him against the wall, being sure to put her huge frame between him and that nightmare. “Stop it, Dan! You love me, remember?!” He did not. Instead, he desperately clawed and jumped, trying to steal a view at his newfound obsession.

Michelle had no choice but to hold him tighter, restraining his head within her monumental bosom. “Stop it… stop it… stop it…” she kept repeating pitifully, eyes closed. Tears streamed down her face as her own protests turned to sobs. Eventually, that grotesque noise of burgeoning flesh stopped, and all that could be heard was quiet weeping and the pitter patter of water on ceramic.

The calm did not last as then came the thunderous footsteps. She could feel the tile under her shake with each thud, sorrow quickly giving way to terror. Goosebumps sprang up across once smooth skin as she dreaded the intentions of what was coming for them. Then, at the last moment, with the steps growing ever louder, she steeled herself. She turned around to face her fears, daring to protect Dan at any cost.

It was too late.

“You can’t—” Was all she could utter before her over 500 pound frame was flung across the showers like a leaf. Michelle slammed into the wall with such force that the tile crumbled and cratered. She stood up quickly to try and fight back, but Heather was right there, immediately pressing her into that same crater with her torso. The ceramic continued to deteriorate as her back was crushed violently against it.

“I can’t what?!” she taunted, beaming with malice.

“Get off me you bitch! GRRRAAAAAHHH!!!” she screamed in agony and effort, closing her eyes as she tried to push Heather back with all her might. It was no use. That exhausting workout compounded by the epic orgasm just moments ago had sapped most of her remaining stamina. Even if it hadn’t, she would have stood little chance anyway. Heather’s body felt like a literal mountain—utterly immovable—grinding her into dust.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” the redhead demanded, unrelenting. “Look at what you’ve made!”

Michelle resisted, keeping her eyes clamped shut and pushing her away with what little strength she had left. Those efforts were painfully futile. With each passing second, she could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into the wall, her back having pressed well past the tile and turning the supporting concrete into sand. Even with one side giving way, she could feel her breath becoming tighter and tighter. Heather’s muscles were squeezing the life out of her!

“Last chance!”

In the end, self preservation prevailed. Yet, when she opened her eyes, she wished she hadn’t. “Oh god…” she gasped meekly, realizing her pecs were being flattened by an impenetrable wall of muscles, one that completely engulfed her field of view! Her once mighty bust was being eaten alive by this insatiable, otherworldly being! Seeing this, all she could hope for was to have the rest of her consciousness to drift away and put an end to this hellish ordeal. But Heather had other plans.

Michelle fell to the floor, that incredible weight mercifully lifting off of her. She gasped and coughed as her lungs reinflated. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about her harder-than-steel pectorals, which were now bruised and battered, having folded like putty against those adamantium wrecking balls.

“That’s right, Michelle!” Heather boomed, stepping over the fallen prey. “I am a GOD!” That declaration was immediately punctuated with an exclamation mark she would never forget. With a flex of her entire physique, what was real and what was fantasy coalesced into a single nightmarish visage. The supermodel muscle god quite literally exploded, her nubile form trembling and shaking with terrifying power she had no right to wield! The thundering eruption of hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of muscle billowing into skyscraping volcanic plumes deafened her ears and could surely be heard outside the locker room! Muscles sprouted atop muscles, her conditioning growing more satanic by the second as thousands of striations carved into every last inch of her being. In just a few unbelievable moments, the precocious tart bloated with proportions that were way too freakishly large for anyone except bodybuilders years her senior!

Pyroclastic flows of viciously cut, bestial sinew writhed underneath her razor thin skin, flowing from head to toe and filling every last inch of her frame with layers upon layers of girl-beef. A face that could launch a thousand ships sank beneath a tsunami of vein-infested tit flesh, traps mountainous enough to climb, and pumpkin-sized shoulders with striations deep enough to swallow fingers! That dizzying menagerie of twisted mass was supported by and a pair of Roman column legs that were more thicker than the trees the club’s stage was cut from! The teenage monster had filled herself with enough power to make a lineup of the world's strongest men whimper, enough beauty to make a room full if muscle hungry pervs lose their loads, and enough brawn to turn a once proud brunette bodybuilding champ into a groveling loser.

Michelle choked at the sight. Heather’s sudden and impossible ascent into supremacy was now laid bare for her to take in, and it was too much. She simply sat there, pleading, panting—broken.

In a moment of mercy, the blossoming flesh compacted to slightly less mind-breaking levels once she relaxed her flex. Then, the newborn deity issued her first commandment. “Get up.”

Michelle, having lost all agency, did as she was told and stumbled onto two feet. Seeing Heather face to face like this would have sent her reeling back once more if she had not held firm onto the edge of the busted up wall behind. Though they were both at eye level, they could not have been further apart. Michelle was completely overshadowed, every muscle of her counterpart's body a freakish, blown-up caricature of her own. She felt like a child.

Then came the second commandment. “Touch me.”

And so she did. Her hands were immediately pulled into the orbit of the very same planetary bodies that had subjugated her so completely. Their alien landscape was littered with chasmic ravines bridged only by vast networks of sausage-thick veins. And they felt every bit as hard as they were unbelievably big. Hands that could break all but the strongest of alloys could not displace a single millimeter of the flesh beneath her creamy skin. Heather let out a throaty chuckle before flexing both slowly and steadily, pushing those hungry digits back and pressing their chests together, albeit much more gently this time.

“Look how big they’ve grown,” she growled sensually. “Yours look like mosquito bites now.” Michelle could only nod absentmindedly as the truth of that insult was plain to see. That record-breaking mark she had set with her own chest just 20 minutes ago—the one that she thought had put Heather down for good—was being surpassed effortlessly. All physiologic limits of what any teenager in history could ever achieve were being trampled by seemingly endless swelling. When they did finally halt, the apex of those beach ball sized, sexed-up hyper boobs jutted out two feet from her sternum and obscured the bottom half of her angelic face with their demonic definition!

“Whaddya think?”

Feelings of envy, anger, and fear had long evaporated, instead distilling into wanton desire. What choice did she have? Heather’s beauty and brawn were simply overwhelming. “They’re so… big. And hard…” was all she could say.

“They’re not the only things big and hard.” The porcelain goddess arched her back slightly and waggled one of the two egregiously long nipples that crowned her tits right in front of her face. She drooled at the sight. It was so perfectly plump, yet surely hard enough to puncture steel. “Go on, have a taste.”

She didn’t need a second invitation. Michelle pounced onto that intimidating, insurmountable, and oh-so inviting pectoral.  Up until this point, she had never even kissed another girl, and now here she was sucking on a teat like a hungry babe while her hands charted the undiscovered continent around it. The nipple was so thick, filling her mouth up in ways no man could ever. For a brief moment, she even wondered what it would feel like to have that chest-cock inside her nethers. She gushed at the thought.

Heather groaned salaciously. “Ooooh, you’re well-versed, aren’t you?” Though this was not the first time she had had her way with a fellow muscle girl, Michelle wasn’t just any bodybuilder. She was one of the very top prospects in the entire country and far more of a match for herself than anyone she had ever met. Having bodybuilding royalty like her making out with her breasts was heaven. Still, she wanted more.

The titanic pecs receded, pulling the nipple away from that hungry mouth. When she desperately tried to latch back on, all she could find in their place was pillowy soft lips. Heather had leaned in and the two started to make out hot and heavy. Their tongues performed a delicate dance of passion while their hands reveled in each other’s muscle-packed bodies. Michelle could feel herself melting into her once-rival’s massive bosom and arms, losing herself not only to her all-encompassing size and hardness, but also to the unnatural skill of her mouth and manipulation.

“Oww!” A sharp pain suddenly pierced her chest, cutting her bliss short and causing her to recoil. Heather’s indestructible nipples were pressing, not just against, but into the dark bruises of her outmatched pecs!

“Oops.” She uttered coldly. “You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you had just behaved.”

The damaged girl looked up sheepishly and without a second thought, answered, “I’m sorry, master.”

Heather smirked. “It’s okay, little one. Now you know your place. Here, I know what will make that pain go away.”

Michelle gasped as the entire room shook. Heather had pushed her foot forward and planted it forcefully into the ground, shattering the tile underneath instantly. Then, whole pallets of meat, enough to stock a butcher shop, were instead injected straight into the obscenely-pumped pylon that was her mighty leg! Her calf swelled to the point of bursting while her quads marched forward in an unstoppable advance. Suddenly, Michelle yelped in a strange mix of fear and pleasure, nearly falling over as she felt the hard warmth of the ripped-up leg-monster rub up against her sopping wet lady parts. She instinctively started to grind her aching vulva up and down the grotesquely overstuffed quad-meat, marveling as hundreds of chevrons of striations massaged her clit in a manner equal parts alien and exhilarating. She was in the fucking [/i]stratosphere.[/i]

“You love this, don’t you?” Heather cackled, watching her once boastful rival hump her thigh like little more than a dog in heat. “You love how much bigger and stronger I am!”

“Yes… m-master…”

“Look at this.” Heather curled her left arm, causing a bicep as thick as a tree trunk to sprout upwards, its deadly peak surpassing not just her wrist, but the top of her head as well! She milked the flex a few more times, emphasizing her brutish superiority and sending it even higher—it was now easily twice the size of Michelle’s! “I can probably curl more than you can bench!”

“Uuuunnnfff…” She came right then and there, the stimulation from that sinew-stuffed elephant leg, combined with the sight of that colossal monolith and the suggestion that it alone had more power than her the entirety of her nationally-renowned chest proved too much. Her nectar glazed those hulking quads like honey on ham as she slid off her joyride and slumped to the ground.

“Yes, now you understand,” Heather sneered, the umbra of her all-conquering visage eclipsing the cowering brunette in her entirety. “You’ve spent your entire life as a big fish in a tiny pond, riding your mommy’s coattails and being spoon fed everything you could ever need to succeed.” Her tone was growing increasingly venomous. “And now here I am, held back by everyone and given nothing… And I fucking blow you away!!”

Michelle wondered if her life would end right then and there—naked on a shower floor, covered in her own cum. Part of her wished it would have. But today was not that day. Heather’s face and voice soon softened. “Here, I have something to show you.” She stepped to the side and gestured towards the stall the couple had been having so much shameless fun in just minutes earlier.

“Ta-da! Look who it is.”

“D-Dan!” Michelle called out hopelessly. “Dan!!” There was no response. He was no longer the boy she fell in love with. What was left was but a shell that had forgotten all about her.

“Bingo! Mmm, look at him go.” He was standing up, but his mouth was agape and his eyes vacant. He lifelessly stroked his own manhood, hand bobbing up and down like a metronome. Lust was the only thing still keeping him conscious.

“Dan, what are you… Stop, please…” she begged once more.

“Oh, he’s been doing that ever since I tore you two lovers apart.” Michelle slumped to all fours, her head languishing over the broken tile.

“You know what? I think he’s getting off watching me turn you into my little slave!”

Michelle was silent. There were no more tears left to cry and nothing left to be said. Heather hadn’t just taken her pride and her dreams. She had taken everything.

“There, there,” Heather comforted her with sardonic empathy. “I know what’ll cheer you up. Oh, Danny boy!” She twisted her whole torso in order to face him, as her bulging traps would have otherwise gotten in the way. “Come here.”

Dan shambled over like a marionette on strings, his massive, stiff member swaying with each step.

“Your girlfriend misses you dearly. Why don’t you take that big cock of yours…” she grabbed a hold of his pole and led him around to Michelle’s backside, “and make her feel better, hmm?”

He did as he was told, guiding his glans against her swollen pussy lips and unapologetically impaling her once more. Michelle did not resist, instead inhaling sharply as she was stretched by his thickness.

“Mmmm, good boy!” Heather simmered, before leaning in and whispering in Michelle’s ear, “Don’t say I never did anything for you.” Her words went in one ear and out the other, the sensory overload of the past few minutes leaving her psyche with only enough room for the pounding from behind. Dan, meanwhile, kept his eyes locked on their collective master, his mind purged of all thoughts of his partner long ago.

Heather watched their performance with enthusiasm. She couldn’t help but play with her erect clit with one hand while exploring her newfound mass with the other. She fondled her gargantuan muscle boobs, shivering at the thought that the measuring tape that had given Michelle so much pride was now nowhere near enough to contain her explosive bust. Then, that same hand drifted down to her waist, which was absolutely caked with muscle yet still looked wasp thin on her otherwise ludicrously overstuffed body. Her obliques and abs were so numerous that it felt as if her fingertips were gliding across a cobblestone road. But what really made her gush was when she placed her hand against her ass—her comically overgrown, ruthlessly ripped ass! It felt downright tiny against the bulging facade, and despite being unable to see past the overwhelming bulk of her upper body, she was certain that all three of their hands combined would not have been enough to censor even one of those gargantuan glutes! Wet and ready for more, the domineering redhead stepped forward and parked her veiny, fully-engorged crotch inches away from Michelle’s face. “Now that I’m all warmed up, you get to repay my kindness.”

Michelle didn’t move, too enthralled by the huge fuck-stick scrambling her insides to do anything else.

“I said, get to work!” This time, she was given no choice. Heather grabbed a bundle of brown hair and forcefully buried her face into that meaty pelvis. At first, she resisted the suffocating embrace of her muscular prison, desperately pushing against those legs while yelping for mercy. But the more she pushed, the more she understood the futility. The sweet aroma of her lovely lady parts and the sheer strength of a single hand overpowering her weakened upper body submitted her in record time. Before long, Michelle was lapping up her master’s sweat and spunk like a thirsty dog.

“Aaahhhhh, that’s it!” Brilliant strands of red streaked through the air as she threw her head back in ecstasy. “Show me what that pretty little mouth can do~” she panted, letting go of Michelle—who happily continued her feasting without coercion—and groping the godlike form that they were all fanatically worshiping. Obscenities spilled from her tongue in disbelief of her own perfection. But still, she wanted more.

“You can do better than that, can’t you, Daniel?” Heather goaded, knowing he was already pushing the limits of his own endurance just by standing up. “What happened to all that bravado from earlier? When you were fucking the daylights out of your girlfriend, huh? Maybe you’re getting bored of me already?” He shook his head ‘no’ as he gasped for air.

“Don’t lie,” she pouted. “A little birdy told me you weren’t into flat girls. Well then…”

Dan’s eyes widened as if he had just seen the Earth from orbit. And it was Heather who had launched him there! Her face nearly turned the same shade as her hair while she screamed with effort and ecstasy, crab flexing her pecs into newly-discovered celestial bodies! Her deafening cries were easily outgunned by the cannonade detonating within the all-beef muscle-boobs, which grew and grew and grew in defiance of human physiology. Soon, his view of Michelle’s incredibly wide back was completely subsumed by that invading army of barbaric, muscley tit-flesh. When her mind-altering growth finally ceased, her emasculating milk-rods throbbed just inches away from Dan’s chest!

“Do you still think I’m flat?” Heather huffed. That rhetorical question was answered resoundingly as she felt a hand and a tongue furiously tugging and licking her pec popsicles. “Oooooh, goooood~” she cooed.

Dan had all the motivation he could ever need or want in a lifetime. His pelvis was now smashing against his girlfriend’s steel-hard glutes with enough force and speed to snap the bones of a lesser man. Michelle pulled her head out from her crotch and yelped from the sudden spike of pleasure. Then, not even afforded a moment to breathe, a firm hand yet again pushed her face back to her sworn duty.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop! I swear, if you cum before me, there will be consequences!”

Heather then quite literally handed off the leash to the muscles of her groin. Her sartorius, adductors, and even the bottom pair of fist-sized abs bloated violently and wrapped around Michelle’s head like a muzzle! The burgeoning pelvic fuck-flesh was a suffocating cell of sweat and spunk that left her oblivious to her boyfriend face-fucking Heather’s superior tits, and left her with little choice but to continue her toil with her tongue—lest her head be crushed by her new overlord!

Fortunately for her, Heather could not hold it together much longer. The sensation of her astronomical form being pleasured skillfully by a couple she had overpowered both physically and mentally was too much, even for her. Her obscenely muscled frame quivered, then shook, as she came violently. Screams of bliss were muffled behind the Great Wall of Muscle as a torrent of pent-up juices blasted out of her sex like a breaking dam.

The remaining dominoes fell immediately. Dan Jr. erupted, with Michelle climaxing the moment she felt her insides being pumped for the second time tonight. Unfortunately, she found little enjoyment in release. The only sounds she could make were stifled coughs and gargles, her head still strapped in place by Heather’s legs. She pushed off with both arms, but had zero hope of overcoming the granite pillars of a god. The hapless girl was doomed to be waterboarded by an unending torrent of girl cum so copious and profane it made Dan’s ball-draining load seem like a drop in the rain! When it was finally over, her ruddy face fell to the floor as the rest of her collapsed from near-asphyxiation.

For the next minute, all that could be heard was the frantic breathlessness of the high school sweethearts, having tasted nirvana in ways they never could have hoped—nor wanted. When that eventually died down, Heather whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Rest up, little one.” Paralyzed by exhaustion, she could offer no response. She simply lay there, propped up by her own pecs, and watched through foggy vision as the redhead rested Dan’s comatose body just a few feet away in front of her. His member, which had been stimulated nonstop for nearly an hour, had at last gone soft. Displeased, Heather squatted down and began skillfully stroking his shaft.

“While you relax, I figured I could show you a thing or two. After all, you do need to keep your man happy, else he might move onto greener pastures,” she winked. Unbelievably, the unconscious teen grunted, his sex inflating once more! Heather’s soft hands and firm touch was sending shivers up and down his spine. “Well, would you look at that?” Before long, he was at half mast, all despite being wracked by orgasm after tremendous orgasm. Of course, that was still not satisfactory. She gently kissed and licked the growing length, tasting the product of the pleasure she had brought upon the humbled couple. A few seconds of that was all it took to have Dan fully awake and fully erect.

“Mmmmm, there’s no way you could have kept this much cock aaallll to yourself,” she teased once he was hard to her liking. Then, she stood up, lined herself up with his tool, and slowly brought himself inside her. As her labia parted, her eyes went wide, gasping at his size.

“Oh my… you’re as big as my toys!” Michelle, unmoving but very much fazed, held her breath as the teen titaness sank lower and lower, eventually taking the entirety of her boyfriend's overgrown cock within her otherworldly cunt! If it were anyone else, she would have thought she was already in dreamland. But Heather had shown time and again she wasn’t just anyone else. She shifted her pelvis up and down, riding him at a mellow pace that was a far cry from the all-out frenzy he had become so used to, being careful not to shatter his bones with those titanic slabs of gluteus maximii. Slow, however, did not mean gentle. With inhuman levels of control over her internal muscles, her vaginal walls massaged him, lighting up his senses in ways he never thought possible. He started to make sounds of pure pleasure that he did not know he had in him! In under a minute, Heather had brought him from deep slumber to another explosive finish!

For the next half hour, Michelle watched helplessly as the sexual demoness fucked him senseless, milking him for all he was worth, until his face was pale and his manhood thoroughly emptied. Then, once the red-headed hellspawn was convinced his muscle lust was forever ruined, she dismounted him, cleaned herself off, and left the conquered where they lay.