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Stories in this collection:

Renee and Karyn

Cory the Ruby Tuesday Waitress

Cara the Accounting Assistant

Jessica Alba

Joanne Builds Some Abs

Liz's Legs

Marni

Jen the Accountant

Sheila's Anabolic Adventure

The Video


Renee and Karyn
by onlymysoul
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Chapter 1: Discovery

I'd been going to the Bally's down the street for about six months now to try and keep in shape, mostly to ride the bikes or use the elliptical machines -- cardio stuff mostly.  It was working okay, I mean I was definitely no fattie, at 5'4" and 105lbs I was quite the opposite at age 25.  My legs had gotten pretty toned over the past few months, my waist was down to 22 inches, and the rest of my body was pretty lean.  My arms were pretty firm: I had a small set of weights (5 and 10lb dumbells) at my apartment and did like a million curls every now and then so my arms were firm but it's not like I was trying to grow them huge or anything.  Not a lot in the way of curves, my breasts were ok (size 32B) and my hips were narrow at 32", but I got a lot of looks due to my dyed dark-red hair and tanned body.  I had a decent job at an insurance company working inside sales, and live alone with my grey fluffy ball of fur cat, who's trying to paw at the keys at the moment!  Bad kitty!

Anyway, while I was at the gym one Thursday evening after work, I spotted my co-worker Karyn working out on one of the weight machines.  At first I wasn't sure it was her: 23 years old, about 5'2" tall, straight jet-black hair that barely touched her shoulders, cute glasses, breasts that were at least a C-cup (big for her size and always rode high on her chest), and a tiny, tiny waist.  She was one of those quiet girls that kept to herself at work, but here... she was grunting and straining and sweating as she pumped iron like an animal on the weight machine.  When she finished the set she was on, she looked up and immediately I saw the recognition in her face.

"Renee!  Hi!  Oh my god, I didn't know you worked out here!"  She got off the machine (I later learned it was a seated bench press machine) and came over to give me a hug.  She'd never done that before at work, and I was stunned to be squeezed so hard.  Damn, she was strong!  And wow, did she look awesome!  I mean, at work she always wore clothes that covered her whole body, but here in the gym she was wearing shorts and a tank top, and she had muscles everywhere!

"Damn, girl, you are buff as hell!" I complimented her, placing my hand on her right bicep and giving it a squeeze.  She grinned at me and raised her arm and flexed that bicep for me.  My hand was pushed upwards by a rock-hard ball of muscle!  I gave it a squeeze and couldn't budge it.  "Oh my god!" I gasped, "I never knew you had such big muscles!"  I was blown away, they were so... sexy! 

I'd never thought about muscles on another girl as sexy before, but feeling her hard bicep sent tingles through my body that I'd previously only had happen with an eight-inch cock pounding my pussy.  Feeling Karyn's bicep was an epiphany for me, and I knew right then and there that I wanted to make love to her and her muscular little body. 

She relaxed her flex and blushed a little.  "Yeah, well, I've found that it's usually best to stay covered up in public.  Here it's different, people expect you to be muscular.  Ever since I started bodybuilding in high school, if people saw my muscles they'd either think it was gross or freak out, or make fun of me."  She looked a little sad as she told me this.  "So... I learned to cover up."  She then looked up at me and smiled, "but I'm really glad that you like my muscles, Renee."

"Awwww, come here girl," I said, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close.  I stroked her hair and rubbed her back, my hands feeling nothing but solid muscle beneath her tank top.  We broke the embrace and I saw that she'd let a couple tears fall down her cheeks.  I gently brushed the tears away, and she said, "thank you, Renee.  That means a lot to me."

"Well, I guess I'd better let you get back to your lifting," I said, not really sure how to proceed.  I wanted her, my pussy wanted her, oh my god I wanted to feel every inch of that body!  But I didn't know if she liked me "in that way" just yet.

"No!" she almost shouted, then lowered her voice, "come work out with me!"  She pulled me to the machine she'd been using and sat me down on it.  "Just let me lower the weight a bit..."

"How much were you lifting?" I asked, curious.

"Oh, not much, just a warmup.  Two hundred and twenty."

"POUNDS?!"

She laughed, "yeah, I can do 280 on this machine.  We'll start you out at 40, how's that?"

I was stunned!  "You... you're... oh my god!"  My jaw was in my lap.  I couldn't believe how strong this seemingly little girl was.  "But how...?"

"How can I be so strong?  Well, like I said, I started bodybuilding when I was in high school... 15 to be exact... I've always been naturally strong, and though I've never developed a lot of size, I've become really really strong over the years."

I was still stunned.  "But... you don't look that strong, how is that possible?"

She smiled.  "Well, muscle is very dense.  Would it surprise you to know that I weigh 140lbs?"

It did.  "No way... I'm 105 and two inches taller than you, girl!"

"All this muscle," she said, pushing her hands together and making her chest muscles bunch up, causing her breasts to rise a few inches, "weighs a lot more than fat.  And of course, lifting weights every day for eight years is bound to have some effect on a girl's body," she winked at me.

I was speechless.  And very wet downstairs.  Could she tell?

"Now press this weight or I'll have to hurt you!" she laughed.

I started pressing.


Chapter 2: Muscle Shows Up At My Door

Friday morning I was so sore I couldn't get out of bed and ended up calling in sick.  Karyn called me and wanted to know if I was ok, and I explained my situation.  She knew just the thing to help, and came over on her lunch break.

I opened the door to the Karyn I'd known for two years but not really known at all: a bulky jacket covering her fully-clothed body, so as to not give away the muscles underneath.  She had a mini cooler with her, which I assumed was her lunch.

"How are you, Renee?" she asked, smiling at me.  How could she lift so much weight and be so cheery the next day?  She took off her coat and put it on my foyer chair.  She was wearing a black, thick, long-sleeved shirt, a little tighter than she'd usually wear to work, and some black dress slacks.  She loved black clothing, that was for sure.  Went nice with her hair.

"I'm in pain, oh my god what did you do to my body?" I laughed, lurching towards the kitchen.  She followed and sat down in a chair next to mine.  I watched curiously as she un-packed her cooler: four shaker bottles of what looked like chocolate milk, a tupperware container of chicken, two bottles of pills and two containers of white powder.

"Don't worry, this will help a bit," she explained.

"What are those pills and powders?"

She unscrewed the tops of two shaker bottles and poured some powder from each container into each bottle.  "This is Creatine, and this is L-Glutamine," she said, screwing the tops back on and shaking the bottles.  After a few seconds, she unscrewed them again and gave me one.  It smelled like chocolate milk too!

"And they do what?  What is this?" I took a sip of the concoction.  Tasted like chocolate milk, but thicker.

"It's a high-protein chocolate shake, a little fat, and a lot of good carbs.  The powders aid in muscle-recovery post-workout.  I drink one of these in-between each meal, but brought some extras today in case you had DOMS."

"Who?"

"Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness," she explained.  "It's the pain you feel-"

"-the day after you lift weights with a crazy person, yes, we've met."

We both burst out laughing.  God I was getting turned on again just being with her, thinking of those muscles hidden underneath her clothes.  I sipped my shake and watched her take two pills out of one bottle and four out of the other.  "What are those?"

She popped all six into her mouth at once and took a few gulps from her shake.  "The four are fat burners, and the two are Anavar."

"Sounds like a prescription drug for headaches," I commented.

She laughed and touched my arm with her hand, "no, silly, it helps me build muscle."

My pussy went from moist to dripping wet in 2.3 seconds flat.  Did I say epiphany?  I think I meant 'explosion.'  "How does it do that?"

"Well," she looked a little nervous, as if she wasn't sure she should be telling me about this yet felt somehow compelled to do so, "it's a steroid."  Then, as if anticipating my response, "but it's mild and it's meant for women, and as you can see," she said, cupping her breasts to show me how big they were, "they certainly haven't turned me into a guy!"

"I'll say!" I said, staring a bit too long at those firm tits of hers, "but why do you take it at all?  Aren't there risks involved?"

"The risks really are almost negligible, and I actually have only one side-effect from it... besides muscle and strength gains of course."  She downed the last of her shake and took out her chicken.  "Can I use your microwave real quick?"

"Of course, over there," I pointed.

As she nuked her chicken, I asked her about the side-effect.

She looked back at me and blushed again, making me crazy to find out what she meant by that side-effect, "well, I'll tell you about that some other time."

When her chicken was done, she brought it back to the table, sat down and started eating.

"Ok, so why, though?  Aren't the protein shakes and the... what were those powders again?"

"Creatine and L-Glutamine."

"Right, those, isn't that enough?"

She put her fork down, swallowed her chicken, and then pushed her sleeves up her arms, exposing her well-muscled forearms.  They were thick and veiny, and she started flexing her wrist up and down, pumping her forearm muscles a little bigger and more vascular each time.  She looked down at her forearms like an award-winning sculptor admiring her work.  I couldn't help it, I reached out and felt her forearms as she flexed them.  They were so silky smooth, yet so hard and bumpy from the muscles and portruding veins. 

"No, it isn't enough," she said, breaking the silence and suddenly I realized what I was doing and removed my hands from her arms.

"I'm sorry Karyn, I..." I stammered, embarassed. 

She looked me deep in my eyes and said bluntly, "my muscles turn me on, Renee.  Ever since I started building them back in high school, the more muscle I gained, the more I wanted, and the more turned on I'd get looking at my body."  This, from someone who was quiet as a church mouse at work, rarely spoke to anybody, just showed up, did her paperwork, and left.  I had no idea what lay beneath that mild-mannered exterior.  But somehow I understood completely.

"So when it helps you build more muscle, it's really helping you lust after your own body even more."

She nodded.  "The shakes and the powders help, but the Anavar gives me an extra edge to keep the muscle I have and to help build more muscle if I worked at it hard enough.  I work out just enough to maintain the size that I have now, I don't know that I want to get much bigger."

"You wouldn't be able to hide underneath your clothing," I grinned.

"Exactly!" she laughed.  We sat in silence for a bit while she finished her chicken and listened to the birds outside taunting my cat.  My mind was racing a mile a minute, I couldn't get her bicep or, now, her forearms, out of my mind.

I finished my shake and licked my lips as I looked at her.  She met my gaze and swallowed her last bite, then involuntarily (I think) licked hers as well.

"So have you ever competed in a bodybuilding contest?" I asked as she repacked her little cooler.

Karyn glanced out the window, a far-away look on her face.  "No," she said, turning her gaze back to me, "I thought about it a few times, but I'm too shy to get on stage.  I do this," she waved her hand from her chest to her thighs, "just for me.  I'm what they call a 'recreational bodybuilder.'"

She looked back out the window for a moment, and a feeling of love washed over me as I'd never experienced before.  I reached out and brushed some of her hair away that had fallen in front of her pretty brown eyes, and she looked at me curiously.  I placed my right hand on her sleeved left forearm she was resting on the kitchen table and gave it a little squeeze, feeling the solidity.  "You're what I call 'amazing,' Karyn."

My hand caressed her cheek and she nudged her head against it gently, almost closing her eyes.  I moved closer to her, sitting at the edge of my seat (literally and, by this time, figuratively) reached up and placed my hand on her left upper arm, trying to get my little hand around her much bigger bicep and tricep.  She tensed it, and instantly my hand became even littler in comparison.  She slowly clenched her fist and flexed her bicep and my hand squeezed the rock-hard muscle as it strained against the fabric of her top.  With her right arm she reached down and pulled my chair (with me sitting on it!) closer to hers.  She then put her right hand on my waist and pulled me closer.  Our eyes were locked, both of us were breathing heavily.  She nuzzled my neck with her nose, and whispered softly into my ear.  "You like my muscles, don't you Renee?"

I nodded and mumbled, "uh huh," and continued to caress her strong bicep as it slowly flexed over and over for me, as my left explored her right thigh.  She swiveled slightly to her right and extended her leg out, the muscles beneath my hand instantly becoming fluid steel and threatening to tear her slacks apart.  "Oh my god, Karyn..."

She started nibbling at my ear and licking my neck sensuously, relaxing her flexing bicep and thigh, and pulled me even closer to her with her left hand and ran her right hand lovingly through my hair.  Her breasts were pressing against mine, they felt so firm!  I slowly ran my hands up and down her back, marveling at the bumps and bulges they found, while reciprocatingly kissing her neck.  Our lips and tongues moved up gently from neck to chin, chin to cheek, and then finally, right about the time I orgasmed a torrent of cum, we kissed deeply.  We stood up from our chairs and embraced, our bodies trying to get closer than physical contact could possibly allow, grinding against one another.

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After a minute of the most passionate kisses I'd ever had, let alone from another girl, she unlocked her lips from mine and hungrily looked up into my eyes, our lips an inch apart, begging to re-embrace.  God damn was she hot, my panties were absolutely soaked.  She started gently kissing my neck again, in-between kisses huskily whispering to me.  "Do you want to see..."  Kiss, lick, oh yes.  "...what eight years of bodybuilding..." Oh yes, kiss me more, touch me all over, that feels so good.  "...has done..."  Your tongue feels so hot and wet and oh don't stop please don't stop.  "...for my body?"  I nodded, moaning my response, "yes, oh please Karyn, yes I want to see your muscles!"

She stopped kissing and nuzzling me, then hugged me tight, lifting me off the ground for a few seconds.  "Oh my god!" was all I could say.  She grinned, put me down, then reached behind me and cupped my ass with both hands and lifted me a foot off the ground.  "You haven't seen anything yet," she proclaimed.  She then proceeded to carry me bodily into my living room.  She gently deposited me on my couch where I leaned back and unashamedly put my right hand down the front of my pants and started fingering my pussy as I watched her.

She smiled and stood in front of me, my fireplace behind her, and slowly removed her top.  The first thing I saw were her bulging abs, a steely six-pack of tight definition.  My gaze roze to her bra-less chest, thickly-muscled pecs pushing her ample breasts high.  Her nipples were quite erect, I could tell she was as turned on as I was by her body.  (Or was she turned on that I was turned on by her body?  Who cared!)  After removing her arms from the top's sleeves, she tossed it onto the couch next to me.  Her shoulders looked like hard melons, striated and ripped, waves of muscle dancing with every move her arms made.  And oh my god, those arms!  Veins criss-crossed her upper arms and forearms, it looked like someone had stuck a pair of grapefruits in each arm, one for each bicep and one for each tricep.  She did a double-bicep pose and grinned at me.  I moaned my approval and attacked my pussy and clit with a renewed vengeance.  Karyn turned her back to me and did a back double-biceps, her back a cascade of rippling muscular peaks and valleys.  Speaking of peaks, I couldn't get enough of her big sexy biceps!  She must have known I was watching, because she looked over at her right bicep, lifted it close to her mouth, and kissed it.

I orgasmed for the second time, stifling a scream.

She turned back around and un-did her belt, then let her slacks fall to the floor.  Her tree-trunk thighs were as big as her waist!  She stuck her left leg out and shook the meaty quad back and forth, then BAM! flexed it hard.  Muscles everywhere!  She repeated this with her right, then turned around and stood up on her tip-toes to show me her big calves.  I just stared and masturbated furiously.

"Wait 'til you see this, Renee," she teased.  She turned to face me, stepped a bit closer to give me a good look at her upper body, then did a painfully-slow most-muscular pose.  Every muscle in her upper-body exploded into ripped relief, she looked carved in marble.  I'd never seen such an erotic display of muscle before in my life!  I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could my pussy.  It erupted with an almost violent orgasm, and I let out a scream in pleasure.  I kept cumming and cumming for what seemed like five minutes as she ground out that most-muscular pose again and again -- was she getting BIGGER before my eyes?  Her panties were sopping wet too, she was as aroused as I was (well almost, anyway).  She looked down at her body while she flexed, licking her lips and enjoying her muscle show.

"Oh my god, fuck me!" I cried, and she joined me on the couch.

For the next two hours I licked, sucked, caressed and squeezed every muscular inch of her powerful body, and she licked and fingered my pussy like a goddess, making me orgasm dozens of times.  I did my best to return her ministrations, but could tell that she got off more by admiring herself than from being with a partner.

While we sat naked in front of the fireplace (by this time I'd lit a fire in it, much like Karyn had just lit a fire in me) cuddling and kissing softly, I asked her about it.

"You really get off on your body, don't you?"

She smiled, flexed her right bicep and licked it sensuously, then looked at me.  "Oh yeah, definitely.  I mean, wouldn't you?"

"I do, I do!" I assured her.

"No, no," she said, shaking her head, "I mean, wouldn't you get off on your own body if you had one like mine?  You obviously love my muscles... what if you had muscles like me?"

I felt like I'd just been smacked upside the head with a baseball bat.  "What?  Me?  I don't know, I..."

She put both arms around me and held me close to her, and softly whispered, "I could train you, Renee... you could have a body like mine, or maybe even better..." she took my left hand in hers and placed it on her right thigh, flexing it hard.  "Maybe even bigger, too..."  Flex, un-flex, flex, un-flex.  God her thigh was so huge!  "And stronger... would you like that, Renee?"

I answered by deeply and passionately kissing her with everything I had.  I most definitely did like that idea!


Chapter 3: Shopping

I had a pretty big apartment, including a second bedroom that I didn't use at all, so I decreed that this would be my new gym.  Karyn was as giddy as I was as we went shopping for gym equipment that weekend.  We settled on one of those new Bowflex Revolution machines with the spiralflex plates.  They provide up to 300lbs of resistance, but I also got the extra 300lb leg press attachment.  In addition to that machine, we also bought a weight bench and a full set of adjustable dumbells from the Bowflex store.  They went from 5 to 52.5lbs, and I figured that should last me for a while.  Karyn of course had to show off and carry all of the boxes they came in at once.  I was so proud of her strength!  Not to mention turned on by it!  Last but not least, I bought a top of the line elliptical trainer at another local sporting goods store.  My home gym was complete!

"Well, almost..." Karyn said, looking around the room when all of my new equipment was assembled and in-place.  We were both sweaty and tired, it was late in the evening.  I sat down on the Bowflex and wondered what she meant.  "You need some mirrors, Renee."  She started removing her sweatshirt and sweat pants, then started posing for me.  She loved to do that, and did it frequently.  I sat back against the machine and watched, fingering my pussy as I usually did while she flexed her gorgeous muscles.  "That way you can watch your muscles as they flex and grow BIGGER," emphasizing the last word, she flexed both her biceps as hard as she could and grunted.  Her body was glistening with sweat, pumped up, and ready for my lips, tongue and hands.

We made love on the floor of my gym room that night, and it would definitely not be the last time that happened!  The next day we put mirrors along one of the walls that all the equipment happened to be facing.  As we stood side-by-side, I marveled at the differences in our bodies.  She was a few inches shorter than me, lighter-skinned, darker-haired, but she was so much thicker, wider, and compactly muscled.  Her waist was a couple inches smaller than mine at 20 inches, but the width of her back and shoulders put mine to shame.  Her thighs were about twice the size of mine, 23 inches, and those amazing biceps were a tad over 14 inches of solid muscle.  She looked into my eyes in the mirror and said, "pretty soon you're going to be looking at the reflection of a bodybuilder, Renee, and it won't be me in the mirror... it'll be you!"

Karyn devised a three-day-a-week schedule for my workouts: Monday I would work back and biceps, Wednesday I would work legs, and Friday I would work chest and triceps.  I'd work my abs every workout, of course.  On non-lifting days I'd have to do cardio to keep my bodyfat low.

For the first two weeks, Karyn trained me in my gym and showed me all the exercises I needed to do, how to do them with proper form, told me when to increase the weights, how many sets and reps to do, and so on.  I was getting quite an education from her eight years of experience.  I kept a daily journal of my exercises and the amount of sets, reps and weight I was lifting, in addition to weekly updates on my bodyweight and measurements.

After a few weeks I was really starting to see results.  Karyn had explained the concept of first-time gains, of course, so I knew this would happen.  I started to notice triceps for the first time, my shoulders seemed a little wider and fuller, my butt felt tighter, and my legs started to show some definition.  I even gained a pound or two, of muscle I was sure.  I felt better than I had in a long time, and decided that this was a Good Thing and that I should keep it up.

Karyn was very informed about pre- and post-workout nutrition, and made sure I ate enough and correctly.  One of the things I looked forward to was my big post-workout chocolate-flavored protein shake!  I'd sip it over half an hour while I cooled down and watched some TV cuddling with Karyn.

My other favorite thing after working out would be to pose in the gym room mirrors.  I loved seeing my little muscles pumped up a little bigger than before I worked out, so I'd do the double-biceps, the most-muscular, side-chest, flex my quads, etc.  Just like a real bodybuilder!  I chuckled, but not too much... mostly because I was so turned on.  Now I knew how Karyn felt when she admired her muscles... it wasn't just that they were there, big and hard and ripped, but she knew that she'd built them herself, with a lot of hard work.  Maybe it was vanity, pride, ego, whatever... it turned me on to see muscles developing on my body, and I just loved to feel them.  I was starting to make the connection between muscle, sexuality, sensuality, and just plain lust.  It didn't take a lot of reasoning to deduce that more muscle on my body would mean more lust.  And I most certainly did lust after muscle on my own body, and became determined to add more.

After my first three months of pumping iron, I was up to 115lbs and almost daily was increasing the weights I was using for all my lifts.  For example, when I started I was one-arm bicep curling 10lbs, I was now doing 25lbs for reps.  My bench press shot up from 60lbs to 120lbs, and I was leg-pressing 400lbs.  I'd added an inch to my biceps and my quads, and actually had some nice muscle pop when I flexed them!

Karyn was enjoying my new muscles as much as I was, and was a constant source of inspiration and support for me.  She was there every day to help me train, but never missed a workout herself.  She maintained her awesome physique, sometimes I think to see if I could catch up to her level of development.  I knew it would be a while, when during her leg workout that I tagged along on, I watched as she leg-pressed 1200lbs and squatted 350.  And that just made me want to work out even more!

Over the next three months I kept steadily adding more and more muscle to my growing body.  Obviously I must have had some great genetics for building muscle, plus I was simply obsessed with growing bigger and stronger, for both my pleasure as well as my lover's.  I'd added another 15 pounds of muscle (when were these beginners gains going to stop? I hoped never!) and was loving every growing muscular inch of my body.  My biceps, which we'd initially measured at 9.5 inches, were up to 11.5 inches around, though some of that was surely new tricep muscle as well.  My waist had gotten slimmer (21.5 inches now) and harder, and my six-pack was really starting to show.  My back and chest had begun to fill out with some nice muscles, increasing my shirt and bra sizes in the process.  My shoulders were wider and rounder, and my quads had added a few more inches of mass, up to a bit over 20 inches.

Karyn was astonished at my progress, not only in my muscle growth but my increasing strength as well.  I was still nowhere near as strong or as big as she was, but I was gaining rapidly.  My biceps were now curling 35lb dumbells, I was benching 180lbs and leg pressing all 600lbs on my Bowflex.

"You know, you're an inspiration to me," she said to me sweetly one night over dinner.  We'd just finished our workout half an hour earlier, and were enjoying some pasta via candlelight in my kitchen.

I grinned at her across the table and flexed my left bicep for her.  She ooh'd and aah'd and laughed.  "Not bad for six months of lifting, eh?" I asked, proud of what I'd accomplished so far.  "But what do you mean, 'inspiration'?  YOU are MY inspiration!"

She blushed and looked down at her pasta.  "Well, I want to grow bigger and stronger for you," she said quietly.   She looked up, a serious look on her face.  "The bigger and stronger you get, the bigger and stronger I want to get as well, not like in a contest sort of way, but because you are getting so deliciously hot and sexy, I want you to feel the same about me.  I've been adding weights to my workouts, trying to grow for you."

I thought about this for a minute, then said, "Karyn, I love you.  Yes, I would love to see you even bigger and stronger, just as I want to be bigger and stronger, but even if you stayed just the way you are, I would still love you."

"Maybe we're really talking about lust, and not love," she offered.

I nodded, enjoying another bite of pasta.  "Yes, that's another world entirely... the bigger I get the more I lust after my own body, and I know you feel the same about yours."

"And we both feel the same way about each other's bodies!" she concluded.  She had gotten a little bigger, I'd noticed.

"What are you tipping the scales at now, sexy?"

"145lbs, and I've been working these hard," she said, flexing her biceps for me.  "14 and a half now!"

I put down my fork and reached out both my hands across the table, and she took them into hers, squeezing them tight.  "Let's make a promise to each other tonight," I said, looking deep into her eyes.  "Let's do everything we can to build our bodies as musclebound and powerful as possible."  Karyn's eyes closed and she moaned, I could tell my words had sparked some tingly wetness in her pussy.

"Oh, yes Renee, I want that so much!" she cried.  The rest of dinner could wait; we got up and embraced each other, madly kissing each other's lips, neck, and any muscle we could reach.  God I loved her.

She spent the night in my bed, and in the morning when I woke I found that I was alone -- but she was just sitting at my desk surfing the 'net.  I walked over to her, naked, and reached around from behind her and cupped her bare breasts, squeezing them tight.

"Good morning to you too!" she laughed, reaching her right hand back and lovingly caressing my cheek.

I looked at the monitor to see what she was looking at on the web, and instantly became wet.  "You're ordering more Anavar!" 

"Of course, we're going to need it if we want to grow as big as possible.  I also have a new shipment of Creatine, BCAAs, L-Glutamine, protein powder and some other supplements coming in."

I started reading the screen, noticing some of the other steroids on the webpage.  "Hey, what about these other ones?" I asked, pointing to some of the injectables.

"Well, they're more hardcore -- more risks involved, but they work faster with even better results."

I was giddy!  "Let's get some!"

"Renee, some of these have serious side-effects, you should research them some more before you start with those."

I nodded, squeezing her breasts again and running my hands up and down her ripped six-pack abs.  "I'll trust you, baby.  Just the Anavar, then... for now..." and kissed her on the cheek before heading to the shower.  She joined me five minutes later.

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Chapter 4: Juice - It Does a Body Good!

A week later our Anavar arrived, and Karyn gave me half the order and told me when and how much to take.  She had upped her dosage to two pills twice a day, but had me starting at just one pill a day.  I wanted to start with more, but she insisted I be careful at first to see if there were any side-effects.  She'd had none from the dosage she was taking, but said you can never just guess at this.

Our workouts that week were very intense, both of us hitting new maxes in all of our lifts.  Karyn in particular looked like she had added a pound of muscle over the week, and was stronger than she'd ever been.  More aggressive sexually, too!  I didn't complain.

The next week I begged her to increase my dosage, and since I hadn't shown any side-effects at all, she gave me the go-ahead to match her dosage.

Three weeks later, I'd added 5 more pounds of solid muscle to my body, and had grown in almost every bodypart.  My biceps had added another quarter inch, my quads another half inch.  I was benching 220lbs and one-arm bicep curling 45lbs for reps.  I loved being so strong, it was the best aphrodesiac!

Karyn was gaining muscle and strength too, she was now tipping the scales at 150lbs.  Her pecs had grown even bigger, it seemed she put mass on her chest and back quite easily, and had to increase a bra size.  Her biceps were now close to 15 inches of muscle, and her quads had grown to 23.5 inches.  Her seated bench press had shot up to 320lbs, she was leg-pressing over 1300lbs, and one-arm bicep curling 55lbs.

The bigger each of us got, the bigger we both wanted to be.  We wanted more.  More pounds and inches of rock-solid, bulging muscle.  More strength.  More, more, more!  There seemed to be only one real way to get the amount of muscle that we wanted, as quickly as we wanted: we'd have to start taking some more hardcore steroids.  I can't speak for Karyn, but for some reason the mere thought of injecting myself with muscle-building drugs got me so hot I'd almost orgasm right on the spot.

We did a lot of research on the web: steroid information sites, bodybuilding forums, chat rooms, anything we could find to learn as much as we could about the steroids we wanted to take.  Our research took us a few days, and admittedly more than once we had to stop and make love because we were so turned on. 

The week after we ordered our 12-week hardcore steroid cycle was the longest of our lives.  The anticipation was palpable, and we took our frustrations out on the iron, pumping harder than we'd ever had before.  Finally on a Friday afternoon, our packages arrived.

We'd settled on Primobolan, Deca, Winstrol, Anavar and HGH for our cycle.  We opened all the boxes and spread them out over my kitchen table and made a chart for our injections and orals.  Tonight was going to be special: the first night of the rest of our bigger, stronger, more muscular lives!

Karyn took a needle and extracted the prescribed amount from her bottle of Deca, squeezed the air out of it, then looked up at me.  I could tell she was nervous.

"Shhh... it's okay baby, let me."  I took the needle from her, she dropped her pants, and I plunged the needle into her right cheek.  She let out a yelp, then I slowly pushed the plunger all the way down.  One down, three to go: the Winstrol, Primo, and finally the HGH.  When her cheeks looked like she'd been stung by four very large and angry bees, she pulled her pants back up and popped some Anavar like it was candy, then grinned at me.

"Your turn!" she cried.

The needles gave me a brief, sharp pain when she jabbed me, but after that it felt... good.  My pussy moistened more with each injection, this was turning me on!  Karyn was breathing more heavily as well, as the juice started to flow through her body.  We were officially juicers, and we loved it!

We had our pre-workout supplements, then headed to my workout room to hit the equipment, and hard.  I'm sure most of it was a psychological effect of just having taken some serious steroids, or maybe they did work more quickly than I'd anticipated, but I was able to lift more weight for more reps than I'd ever done before.  Karyn maxed out the Bowflex and the adjustable weights -- this gym wasn't a challenge for her at all any more, and I was getting close to that being the case as well.

An hour later, we were both pumped up bigger than ever, our sweaty powerfully-muscled bodies posing together in the wall of mirrors.

"You look fantastic, Renee!" Karyn complimented me as she did a right side-chest pose, showing off her meaty, striated pecs and rippling, veiny biceps and forearms.  "Remember when I said that someday soon you'd be looking at a real bodybuilder?  Well, look!  There she is!  And she's you!"

I laughed, but she was right: I really did look like a bodybuilder.  God knows I felt like one, and now I was juicing like one!  I flexed as hard as I could, and marveled at how my muscles had grown since I started pumping iron with Karyn.  As I hit and held a front double-biceps pose, she walked around behind me and cupped each bicep from below, pressing her chest into my back and her pussy into my ass, grinding both sensuously.  I pumped and flexed my biceps for her and she cooed and moaned in my ear.  "Harder baby, flex them harder for me," she whispered.  I slowly relaxed and flexed them, grunting with the strain.  My ass was getting wet, from her pussy juices no doubt.  I was so turned on by my body... her body against mine... her hands feeling my biceps...

"Oh god Karyn, I'm cumming!" I screamed, and a tidal wave sized orgasm erupted through my whole body.  We fell to the floor where she lapped at my clit and my pussy, while caressing my breasts and abs.  I ran my hands over her wide, muscular shoulders and back, and lovingly ran my fingers through her hair.  I came a dozen times before it was my turn to pleasure her, and I did so ravenously.

Two weeks into our cycle, I started getting a lot of comments at work about my body.  Sure, I'd gotten them over the past year as I guadually increased my muscle mass, but the cycle was packing on more muscle more quickly.  Karyn kept her body covered up, so nobody noticed a thing except that maybe she'd put on some weight.  With me, however, everyone was noticing that I was starting to stretch my clothing, or when I did wear something that showed off my legs or arms (or both) that my muscles were noticably bigger.  I thanked my friends for the compliments and just suggested that it must be the new workout I'd been trying, plus a new protein shake.  In reality, I was downing six shakes a day, was juiced to the gills on steroids, and pumping iron like a madwoman.

Did I say "madwoman?"  I meant psycho bodybuilder insane woman!  Before work I'd do a few sets of some lifts.  I'd go home for lunch and get in a quick workout.  As soon as I'd get home that evening from work, I'd pump some more iron.  After dinner a few hours later I'd get in yet another quick workout.  Karyn had to work out at the gym since my equipment no longer gave her any challenge, but she still only lifted once a day.  I was rapidly gaining on her in size and strength.

And oh god, was I horny.  It felt so good feeling heavier and heavier weights being lifted by my muscles, and watching those muscles grow bigger every day.  When I wasn't pumping iron, I was often at the mall with Karyn trying to find clothes that would fit me better; I kept growing out of them!  Except for my waist, which stayed around 22 inches but was now a visible hard six-pack of steel-plated muscle.  Jeans and pants were starting to become an issue, because my thighs were growing too big to wear what would be considered baggy on a non-bodybuilding woman.

By week six of my cycle, I had packed on a total of thirteen pounds of rock-hard muscle, and didn't want to stop.  I was up to 150lbs and wanted more.  I wanted to be bigger.  Much bigger.  I was so addicted to seeing rapid gains in strength and size that I thought of nothing else all day and dreamed about growing bigger every night.  I loved every muscular inch of my body, but my biceps especially turned me on, since they responded so deliciously quickly to the steroid-enhanced lifting.  By week six I'd added two inches to them, bringing them close to 14 inches, still a couple inches smaller than Karyn's almost 16 inch guns.  Still, I was impressed, and resolved to train them harder every week.

I was at the point now where I would be grinding out reps with (for me) really heavy weights, struggling and grunting and sweating to finish those last few reps, and would sometimes orgasm right there.  I'd cum while watching myself pose and flex in the mirror after a long, grueling workout.

I was getting very, very strong, too.  My one-arm bicep curls were now up to 55lbs, I was benching 300lbs and squatting 350lbs with my now 23 inch quads.

I'd already outgrown my home gym, and started pumping iron daily with Karyn, who gave in and started joining me on my steroid-induced insanely-frequent gym visits.  We met there (or went over together when she stayed the night) at 7am and lifted for an hour and a half before going in to work, would sometimes stop by during lunch to do some lifting then, and finally after work we'd pump our bodies for at least two more hours.  We were something of a pair of celebrities in the gym, having a lot of support from the hardcore bodybuilders as we pumped the heavy iron right along side them.

My progress continued steadily with relentless gains in both muscle mass and strength.  Over the next six weeks as we tapered down our cycles, I packed on another fifteen pounds of solid muscle, achieving a weight of 165lbs, 5lbs heavier than Karyn.  She'd gained 15 pounds of muscle on her cycle, but my body responded so amazingly well to the steroids, I'd actually doubled that.  I was even stronger than Karyn in some lifts now, like for dumbell bicep curls I was doing 75lbs to her 65lbs, but we were evenly matched in bench press (360lbs), squats (450lbs) and leg press (1450lbs).  I was stronger than I had ever imagined, and so was she!  We were an inspiration to each other, striving to build our bodies bigger not only for ourselves, but for each other.

I looked like a totally different Renee than I did a year ago: I was a mass of solid muscle, and could even orgasm just by staring in the mirror at my unflexed musclebound body.  My neck had thickened, my traps bulged towards my ears.  My forearms were thickly muscled, my triceps bursting with a huge horseshoe of power, and my amazing rock-hard peaked biceps exploded during the last six weeks, now stretching the tape at 16.5 inches, a quarter inch bigger than Karyn!  My seriously thick and wide back was capped by two cantelope-sized balls of shoulder muscles twice the width of my waist, and flanked by wide lats that tapered to my rock-hard eight-pack abs.  My breasts were slightly smaller, a bit under a B-cup now, but looked firmer due to the mass of pectoral muscle underneath.  My 25 inch quads, as big as Karyn's, were thick, wide, and all three heads bulged huge.  My diamond-shaped calves completed me, as big as my biceps.  My waist was back to 22 inches to Karyn's 21 inches, and both our six-packs showed prominently.


Chapter 5: Ups and Downs

The next three months were spent steroid-free, giving our pumped-up musclebound bodies time to rest a while before starting on another cycle of gear.  That's not to say we slacked at all in our training, far from it actually!  We trained as intensely as we could, and both added some nice muscle and gained some more strength on our bodies in the process.

"I'm still not big enough, and I don't think I ever will be," I said, posing next to my muscle-flexing lover in my workout room.  We admired ours and each other's huge muscles as we hit flex after flex, wearing nothing at all.  I'd added a chin/dip station to my workout room, as well as a set of wrist and ankle weights (10lbs each), a weight vest (82lbs), a weight belt I could use to chain barbell plates to, and a rack of said barbell plates, each 45lbs.

Karyn nodded in agreement.  "I know!  My god, I knew I had potential to grow bigger, but I didn't think I'd ever be this big!"  She was up to 165lbs with 16.5 inch biceps and 25 inch quads.

"Mmm, you look more delicious with every pound and inch of muscle you add to that body of yours," I complimented her.  And that was no lie, I loved and lusted after her more and more each day, as she got bigger and stronger.  My own progress (172lbs, 17 inch biceps, 26 inch quads) had made me (as well as Karyn) lust after my own body like never before.

"Me, what about YOU?  You've packed on more muscle in a year than most bodybuilders do in three!  The juice really loves you, that's for sure!"

I looked down at her dripping-wet pussy and saw my little friend peeking out: her clit was engorged with blood, sticking out a full inch.  My own clitty had grown even bigger, an inch and a half and was as thick as my thumb now.  So far, in addition to the obvious muscle- and strength-building effects, there were no other side-effects for us after doing our cycle.  Of course, we thoroughly enjoyed this particular side-effect as often as possible.

I got on my knees in front of her, placed my hands on her powerful quads and started sucking on her clit while she continued to flex and look at herself in the mirror.  I loved getting this muscular body of hers to cum, at least as much as she loved to make me cum.  She wasn't getting off (hah!) easily this night, though!  Just before I could tell she was going to release a torrent of orgasm, I stopped and stood up.

"What... what are you doing?" she gasped, relaxing the most-muscular pose she had been salivating in the mirror over.

"We're going to cum together tonight, I have an idea from something I read online the other night..."

I went over to my weight rack and started putting on all my weight devices: both wrists, both ankles, and weight vest, for a total of 162 pounds.  Then, facing my lover, I reached up and grabbed the chinning bar with a wide grip and did a few slow warmup reps.

"So... what, you're going to work out instead of make me cum?" she teased, caressing my clit and pussy as it raised and lowered with the rest of my muscular body.

"No, you're going to join me for the ride of your life!  Grab on and hold tight, baby!"

She was stunned.  "You can't possibly do chins with all that weight AND me, I mean you're strong as hell, but that's... that's impossible!"

I continued chinning and looked at her seriously.  "No, it isn't.  I can do this."

She looked doubtful, but shrugged (wow look at those huge traps!) and then when I lowered myself all the way down after my 10th rep and waited, she wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist.  Our clits touching, I hung there with my bodyweight of 172lbs, her bodyweight of 167lbs, and 168lbs of weight devices.

I could see her doing some quick math, and her eyes got wide.  "Renee, this is over 500 pounds you're going to be lifting!"

Our lips were so close, the only response I decided to make was to deeply kiss her for a moment, then smile and wink at her.

I then slowly muscled all that weight up for one rep.  My whole body was shaking with the effort, and her pussy was dripping wet she was so turned on.  I slowly let us back down and she cried out for another rep.  She was furiously grinding her pussy against mine, kissing and licking my neck and caressing any muscle she could get her hands on without losing her grip on my body.  I started again, just as slowly, and powered up a second rep.  My body was screaming out in pain, my arms felt like they were about to be ripped from my shoulders, and I was dripping sweat and pussy juice all over the mat below the chin station, but I didn't care.  I had to keep going!

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As I rested after the second rep, she moved both her hands to each of my biceps, and said simply, "I love you, Renee, now LIFT ME!"

She stared, mouth agape, as I muscled us slowly up for a third time, my biceps bulging bigger than they'd ever been before under the grip of her soft hands.  She caressed and squeezed them, and pecked my face with sensuous kisses as I reached the top.  I was shaking so violently that the entire apparatus seemed like it was going to fall apart.  As I held the chin at the top, she ground her pussy against mine.  Her moans quickly became stifled screams, and then in one amazonian bodybuilder climax, we both came like a flood.  I quickly lowered us to the ground where we collapsed in each other's arms, dripping with sweat and pussy juice.

"Oh my god, Renee, I had no idea you were that strong!" she said, running her hands all over my hugely-pumped biceps.  I flexed them hard for her, and did my own bit of admiring of them.

"Neither did I," I said.  "I wonder how much stronger we'll both be after our next cycle?"

She looked up at me, curious.  "You really want to do another one?"

"Well of course, I'm just getting started with this body!" I declared.  "Don't you want to do another one?"

"If you do, I do," she said, snuggling up next to me and running her hands up and down my hard abs and perky little breasts sitting atop my big slabs of pectoral beef.  "Same cycle as last time?"

I'd already prepared for this question, and shook my head.  "No, this time I want to do a really hardcore cycle.  I'm going to juice like the pro male bodybuilders do!"

She was stunned.  "But Renee, that's really dangerous, you could have a lot of negative side-effects if you did that."

"I don't care, Karyn, I'm addicted to growing these muscles and being so fucking strong, I don't want to stop now, I just want more."  I got up and stood over her.  "I want to be fucking HUGE!" I growled, grinding out an incredible most-muscular pose.  Every muscle in my body bulged bigger than ever, and I think I scared her.

"I think I've created a monster..." she muttered, staring at the musclebound physique towering over her.

"Yes, you have," I said sternly, relaxing the flex and turning around to face the wall of mirrors.  I flexed up a double-biceps pose.  "A monster of female muscle, and this monster is going to keep packing on more and more muscle no matter what it takes," I said, finishing with a wide and imposing lat-spread.

Karyn stood up and hugged me from behind, pressing her still-voluminous and firm breasts into my well-muscled back, and her pussy against my ass while she cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples.  "I'll help you, Renee, but I'm going to stick with a less dangerous cycle for now."

I nodded.  "I understand honey, it's ok."  I turned around and held her close to me, kissing her gently.  "I'm just grateful that you'll be here to share my new body with me."


Chapter 6: Massive Growth

That night we went to Karyn's website source for steroids and ordered up enough Anadrol, Deca-Durabolin, Dianabol, Equipoise and Sustanon to do a 12-week hardcore cycle for me, and a lot of Anavar and Primobolan for Karyn.  Our supplier loved us, it cost us almost $2000.  That's ok though, I didn't have anything else to spend my money on except my body, so from my perspective it was money very well spent!

A week later all our gear arrived, and I wasted no time having Karyn inject me with a shot of each one of them, and popped 50mg each of Anadrol and Dianabol.  "Let's kick some ass, baby," I said, getting my gym bag as we headed for that day's evening workout at the gym.

Karyn was injecting me at least once a day, sometimes twice, and I was popping tons of Anadrol and Dianabol every day (and even some of her Anavar as well).  I was up to eight huge protein shakes a day and eating at least 5000 calories a day.  I was taking in a ton of legal supplements each day as well: 20g of Creatine, 20g of L-Glutamine, dozens of BCAA pills, 6-OXO pills, NO2, and half a dozen others.  Anything that I could eat, drink, pop or inject that could build muscle, I was taking.

I pumped iron for two hours before work, an hour during lunch, two hours after work, then another hour after dinner.  On days I didn't have to work (holidays, weekends, days off -- and I took a lot of them by the way), I would work out for sometimes four hours straight: pumping iron, doing cardio, even just walking around the house doing chores while wearing my weight vest and wrist and ankle weights.

Three weeks into my hardcore cycle, I was squatting 500lbs, grinding out reps with 200lbs on the pec deck rack, seated rows with 500lbs, one-arm cable bicep curling 100lbs, and benching 420lbs.  I loved to do chins and dips with all my weight devices on my body, plus three 45lb plates chained to my weight belt, and that was for at least three sets of eight reps!

Every day my workouts got more intense as my body grew bigger and stronger.  Karyn's Anavar cycle was getting her some decent results, she was up five pounds in three weeks, but I was leaving her in the dust with my progress.  I was up to 190lbs to her 175, and growing bigger more quickly every week.  My body hungrily drank up all the steroids and calories I was feeding it, a muscle-building factory producing nothing but pure rock-hard, powerful muscles all over my body.  The bigger I got, the bigger I wanted to be.  The stronger I got, the more I wanted to lift.

By week six, the hardcore steroids were kicking in full-tilt, and I was adding up to one pound of muscle a day.  I took a leave of absence from work -- at this point I was pretty useless when it came to doing anything except building my body.  And oh my god, what a body!  I was a 205lb mass of female muscle at week six, and still growing.  My biceps had exploded to over 18 inches, my quads had really taken off on the new cycle, and now stretched the tape to over 31 inches, I had a rock-hard eight-pack abs, huge shredded slabs of pectoral beef on my chest (my breasts were all pec muscle now), huge thick traps, and virtually no neck to speak of.  My back and shoulders had thickened and widened so much I looked like a football player with pads on.  They were more than twice the width of my 23 inch waist.

I was out-lifting all the guys at the gym, too, and these were some hardcore juiced-up super-heavyweight bodybuilders in their own right.  I was leg-pressing close to 2000 pounds, benching 600lbs, and one-arm bicep curling 135lbs.  I could also do a set of chins with all my weight devices, three 45lb plates AND Karyn clinging to my body for dear life.  I was so strong I scared myself sometimes!

As if the cycle I was on wasn't enough, I ordered additional vials of Sustanon, injecting three times as much into my body as the cycle called for during weeks six through eight.  I also quadrupled the amount of Anadrol I was taking during those weeks.  The mass packed onto my body faster than I could have hoped or imagined, I was a pure muscle-building monster machine! 

For the next six weeks I trained for six hours a day, and the results spoke for themselves.  By the end of my cycle, my body had exploded to a behemoth 255lbs of rock-solid muscle with over 23 inch biceps, 38 inch thighs, a 24 inch rock-hard eight-pack waist tapering up to a 60 inch chest when I did a lat spread.  I was benching over 800lbs for reps, squatting over 1200lbs, one-arm bicep curling 200lbs, and chinning and dipping with six 45lb plates strapped to my waist, plus all my weight devices, all for four sets of eight to ten reps.  I had even done one-arm chins with three 45lb plates for two sets! 

My body was so thickly and powerfully muscled, I looked like a tank.  Every inch of my body was packed with bulging steel hard muscles.  Most of them were now bigger than seemingly humanly possible: like my biceps, my forearms met my biceps when I flexed, both were so huge.  Like my quads, each one over fifteen inches bigger than my waist, I had trouble walking because they were now so wide, they were pushing against each other.  Like my neck, which was almost completely gone, replaced by a set of traps that just about touched my ears.  Like my pecs, which were now so huge that when I flexed them, they were the size of volleyballs.

All of my clothing was now custom-made, there was simply nothing made that could accomodate my massive body.  When my old clothes became too tight, Karyn and I would have a "hulking out" party, and I'd squeeze into a shirt or some pants, then do a quick, hard flex and shred the garment into pieces.  That never failed to turn us both on!

When not pumping iron, eating, sleeping, taking my steroids or making love to Karyn, I was lusting after my body in my workout room wall of mirrors.  I'd spend hours flexing and pumping my muscles up as big as I could, running my hands over my huge muscles and masturbating.  Karyn would sometimes be there to watch, and would either help me my kneeling in front of me licking my pussy or sucking on my clit, or would sensuously run her hands all over my body caressing and squeezing my muscles, or sometimes she'd just sit and masturbate while watching me flex and masturbate.  There was no denying it: my body was something to be worshipped, and we both absolutely did worship it.

God, I loved what I had become.  I loved what steroids had helped me achieve, I only wished I'd started bodybuilding and taking them ten years earlier.  But still, being the biggest 26 year old girl on the planet was pretty nice.


Chapter 7: Results

"To huge muscles!"

Karyn and I both raised our glasses of wine and toasted together what we had built.  It was the day after the final day of my mega-hardcore steroid cycle, and we were celebrating with a candlelight dinner in our gym.  We had the place all to ourselves, as I was good friends with the manager (though admittedly, few people refused any request that I made of them, for obvious reasons).

Karyn sipped her wine and just stared at my body.  Her eyes traced from my forearms to my biceps and triceps, up to my shoulders, across my chest, down my abs, up to my traps and then into my eyes.  "Unbelievable," was all she could say.

Although we'd been training in the same gym over the past three months, she was unable to lift anywhere near the weights I was, so we hadn't trained together for quite some time.

"I can't get over how massive you are!" she exclaimed.  I flexed a mammoth 23.5" bicep for her with my free arm, and she let out a gasp.  "It looks like you added half an inch over the past week!"

I winked and said, "well... I did, actually."

She didn't think I was kidding, and I wasn't.

As we ate, mostly in silence as we admired each other's bodies, I noticed that her own body had responded pretty well to her latest cycle of Anavar and Primobolan.  She was up to 175lbs of muscle with 17 inch biceps, 27 inch quads, a steel-tight 21 inch eight-pack abs, and still the biggest natural breasts of any bodybuilder I'd ever seen.  Even with all that, though, my sheer mass dwarfed her heavyweight bodybuilder physique.

"So what's for dessert?" she asked, putting her napkin on her empty plate and stretching.

"How about me?" I grinned.

We got up from the table and hugged each other, if you could call it that.  My body engulfed hers around a wall of muscles, but she still felt good in my arms.  She writhed in my grasp, rubbing her breasts and pelvic area against my hard muscles.  We kissed deeply for what seemed like ten minutes, reveling in the taste of each other's tongues.

"I want to show you how strong I am," I said, gently leading her into the weight room of the gym.

I picked up a dumbell bar void of weights and stepped up onto a weight bench, holding the bar like I was going to start doing a bicep curl with it.

"I think you won't have much trouble curling that!" she laughed.

"Nope, not much trouble at all.  Even with you hanging onto it."

"Wow."

"Come on, grab on!" I prodded her.  She obliged, gripping the bar like she was doing a narrow-grip chinup.  I then started to one-arm bicep curl the bar and her.  She was dumbfounded, she knew I was strong, but such a display of pure female muscle power was almost too incredible to believe without seeing, or in her case, actually being the weight.

"This is too easy for you," she remarked as I completed the 20th rep.  She was staring at my bicep as it bulged obscenely, pumping up bigger and bigger.  "My god, your bicep must be close to 25 inches now!"

I did ten more reps, then lowered her to the ground.  "Ok, next arm!"

Thirty reps with my left arm, and that bicep was also pumped up beyond belief.  Karyn was so turned on, the front of her gym sweats were soppping wet with pussy juice.  I was pretty turned on myself, and just getting warmed up, too.

As I stood towering on the weight bench above my lover, I did the biggest double-bicep pose any woman had ever flexed, showing off the mammoth muscles that my insane training, eating and juicing had built me.  Karyn squealed with delight, clapping her hands.  "Show me more!  Show me more!" she begged.

I looked around for another way to show her my strength, and then found the old standby: the chinning bar.  Since our first sexy chinup session together, we'd done similar many times, but tonight was going to be the best. 

"Okay baby, climb on," I said.  Karyn wrapped her arms around my traps (neck? what neck? hah!) and her legs around my tight hard waist, and nodded.

"Ready, musclegirl!"

I then reached up to the bar with my right hand and, staring right into her sexy eyes, started doing some very slow one-arm chins.  Her lips met mine, parted to meet tongue, and we kissed passionately as I performed rep after rep.  She let go of my traps with one hand and placed it on my incredible bicep, moaning and grinding her pussy into my abs as we kissed.  At rep five Karyn started orgasming, cumming again and again against my body as I kept lifting us.  After fifteen reps I switched arms, and did fifteen more with my left, and her orgasms kept coming.  By now I was a sweating, heaving hulk of quivering, hot, sexy female muscle mass, on the verge of releasing a tidal wave of orgasms myself, but still I wasn't done showing the woman I loved how strong I was.

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As she cried out with orgasm after orgasm, I posed and flexed my biceps for her, pumping them even bigger.  Had I been wearing anything but my sleeveless tank top, it would have been shredded by what had to be 26 inch monster biceps now.  I scooped Karyn up into my arms and lovingly carried her to the squat rack, then set her down on a bench.  "Just a minute, my sweetie, I need to add some weight."

The squat bar had four 100lb plates on either side, hardly even a warmup for me now, so I added four more to each side.  An even 1600lbs, plus the bar.  Karyn stared, mouth open, as I got under the bar and ready to start squatting.

"Oh my god, nobody is that strong!" she gasped.

"I am, just watch."

I raised the bar slowly off the straining rack, steadied myself, then lowered it even more slowly.  When my legs were at 90 degrees, I muscled the weight back up, then racked it.  "See?  Easy!" 

Karyn was astonished, and clapped for me.  "Do it again!  Do it again!"

I powered out ten more reps with the 1600+ pounds, getting my quads pumped up incredibly huge.

"I bet you can squat a lot more than that!" Karyn squealed with delight.

"Well okay," I said, loading four more plates to each side, bringing the total to just over 2400 pounds.  "But this time... I want to be eating your pussy while I do it."

She visibly shuddered as I said that, then figured out what to do.  She quickly removed her slacks and panties and moved the bench in front of me, stepped up on it, then maneuvered onto the bar so that her legs were draped over it on either side of my head, and her pussy was right in my face.  My tongue started going to work on her delicious slit and her engorged clit, lapping and sucking on both.  I then started to squat as she hung on and moaned in ecstacy.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." she said, starting to orgasm on the third rep, "you're squatting almost 2600 pounds!"  Another orgasm.  "And eating my puuuuuuuusssssssssyyyyyy OH GOD RENEE!"  And another, and another.  Ten reps now, and I was starting to squat faster each time.  She mashed her pussy against my face as I powered up the incredible amount of weight again and again.  "Oh shit fuck my pussy fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she screamed.  I slowed down at rep 25, the front of me was covered in sweat and pussy juice.  I moaned with delight as I ate her out mercilessly.  Finally stopping at 30 reps, I racked the bar and lifted her bodily off me and set her back down on the bench.  She was close to fainting, sweat pouring off her body as if she had been the one squatting 2600 pounds.  She looked down at my thighs and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.  "HOLY SHIT RENEE, LOOK AT THEM!!" she screamed.

I knew my quads had gotten pumped up huge from all those squats, but even I was not prepared for how big they had gotten.  Pulsing veins criss-crossed my gargantuan striated musclebound legs as I flexed them again and again for Karyn's and my enjoyment.  She found a measuring tape and took her time measuring my right quad as she ran her hands all over the massive muscles.  "Oh my god, 44 and a half inches!"

I was disappointed, though.  "Damn, and here I was thinking I could get them pumped up to 45 inches for you."

Karyn wrapped her arms around my quad and hugged it tight, then dared me to pump it up even bigger.  "Do it for me, Renee," she said, looking up at me so sweet and innocent.  We went over to the leg press station, filled the machine to the limit with 48 100lb weight plates, then I sat on the seat and Karyn on the top of the machine with the weights, and I put my feet on the steel plate to start pressing.

"Ready?" I grinned at her.

"Ready!"

I pressed up, released the locks, then slowly lowered the weight.  God it felt great to lift that much, even if it wasn't much of a challenge.  I quickly powered out a dozen reps before Karyn had me stop.

"Let's add some more weights on top, then I can sit on those!" she suggested, giddy with the idea.

I nodded, re-locked the machine and fingered my pussy and clit while I watched her pile plate after plate on top of the machine.  My clit was three inches long and an inch thick now, and hyper-sensitive too.  It wouldn't take much of Karyn's expert lips and tongue on it to make me cum in waves, but for now my fingers were good enough to pleasure myself.

When she was finished, she'd put ten more plates on the sled, well over a three tons of weight in all, and then climbed back on top.  Later we figured out it was about 6200 pounds, but at the time we just knew it was a hell of a lot of weight.

I let out a grunt and pushed the weight up, unlocked the machine, and started lowering the weight.  Karyn cheered me on while she too fingered her pussy and clit.  As I muscled up the weight on the first rep, my pussy let out an orgasm and I screamed.  I then lowered the weight again and did another rep, faster this time.  A third rep, a fourth, Karyn was cumming again, I was cumming all over the seat, screaming and grunting and pressing the enormous weight over and over.  My quads felt like they were ready to explode!  Finally, at rep 20, I locked the machine and fell out of the machine onto the floor, heaving with orgasms and crying.  Karyn lept down off the machine and comforted me.

"That's my girl, that's my Renee," she cooed, stroking my dark red hair.  "Now stand up and flex those monster quads, you promised me 45 inches and god dammit I fucking want to see 45 inches!" she yelled, doing her mock drill sergeant impersonation.  I smiled weakly and struggled as I stood up, then braced myself and flexed my quads as hard as I could.  As my quads shook from the strain, Karyn managed to somehow get the measuring tape around one of them, and yelled out in celebration, "47 and a half inches!"

I passed out.


Chapter 8: Enough

Karyn and I moved to Las Vegas a month later where we bought a house and gave private exhibitions to those willing to pay to see the world's biggest female bodybuilder and her very well-muscled heavyweight lover perform.  Incredible feats of strength, marathon lesbian sex, or just posing and flexing... we made a fortune.  A lot of guys came to see us, but also a lot of girls would come to see us.  Many of the girls asked us how we'd gotten so big, and we never lied about it -- we even showed them how to get their hands on the steroids we used.  With any luck, we helped release an army of huge bodybuilding women into the population.

Karyn stopped taking her Anavar and other steroids, but kept taking as many legal supplements as she could get her hands on, and maintained just about all of her 175lbs of solid muscle.  She went on to win dozens of bodybuilding contests, and even got contacts (the better to see her pretty eyes with, I thought).  She'd become much more confident in the years we spent building our bodies together, and I loved her more every day.

I continued taking huge amounts of steroids over the next year, eventually achieving my goal of just over 350lbs of solid female muscle at 7% bodyfat.  My enormous biceps stretched the tape to over 28 and a half inches, and my massive quads just over 50 inches.  I worked up to being able to squat over 3000lbs of iron, bench 2000lbs and could bicep-curl a 1000lb barbell (in a squat rack), all for at least three reps.  I still show no side-effects except a huge, sensitive clit.  My muscles are bigger and stronger than I'd ever dreamed, and to this day I'm occasionally shocked at just how massive I've become.  Although I used to believe that my muscles would never be big enough or strong enough, I found that the range of motion required to do even the simplest tasks just wasn't possible any more with having so much muscle mass on my body.  I've since cut back on most of my steroid use, but still inject a vial or two every now and then for maintenance.  I'm still the biggest girl on the planet, and aim to stay that way for many, many years.

As I've gotten older, I realized that the concept of "enough" depends a lot upon who you're with at the time.  When I was with Karyn, the girl who had helped turn a 5'4" 105lb redheaded babe into a 350lb musclebound behemoth in just under three years, I was completely satisfied with myself, my body and my life.

Finally, it was enough.
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December 11-16, 2006

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I really enjoyed that: I like it when a story starts realistically and then slowly becomes more fantastic without ever losing focus. Excellent work!

[onlymysoul]

Author's Note: I never finished this story, but think the first three parts are worth posting for your enjoyment.  The first part came really quickly (pun intended), then I finished the second and third parts a couple months later.  Part four is about when he visits her at the restaurant a year later, and she's grown huge... but isn't quite done growing.  I really do want to finish it, maybe this will inspire me to do so.  The first four paragraphs (up to "After we told...") are 100% true.  I wish the rest was!


Cory the Ruby Tuesday Waitress
by onlymysoul
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Part 1

My two co-workers and I had just finished work at a big client moving their old email server to a new email server.  It was a Saturday, when none of the client's employees would be coming into the office to work, and thus the perfect time to do such a project.  We always celebrated having to work on a weekend with lunch at a nice restaurant, or in the case of Ruby Tuesday, a nice enough restaurant.

After we were seated, our waitress came over and my eyes instantly went to the thickly-muscled pair of arms displayed by her sleeveless black waitress uniform.  It was the middle of November, and here in the northeast U.S. that meant it was chilly out; she obviously loved showing off her arms.

"Hi, my name is Cory and I'll be servicing you today," she said sweetly.  Cory was about 25 years old, 5'2", I'd guess around 120lbs, long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, big brown eyes, button nose, and lightly tanned skin.  I couldn't help staring at her bulging biceps, triceps, shoulders and forearms!  Just a hint of bicep vein could be seen as she held her order pad in her left hand waiting to write down what we wanted for lunch.

She must have noticed my staring at her arms, and to my delight she tensed her left arm a little harder and her bicep, tricep and forearm muscles all bulged even more prominently.

After we each told her what we wanted for lunch, she took our menus and started to walk back towards the kitchen.  I looked after her, noticing that her lower body was just as impressive as her upper body, even through her tight black pants.  Significant quad, calf, hamstring and butt muscle could clearly be seen stretching the fabric as she walked away.  As she rounded a corner at the end of the aisle, she turned her head and our eyes met, and that's when she winked and smiled at me.  I almost passed out right there on the spot, but managed to smile back.

I made small talk with my co-workers for a few minutes, occasionally looking around the restaurant to get more glimpses of this incredibly hot musclegirl, and finally spotted her near the restrooms.  I caught her eye and she motioned her head as if wanting me to come talk to her.  I didn't need to be motioned twice.

I excused myself to go to the men's room and slowly (I wanted to run!) walked towards her.  She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and slipped into the men's room.  Five seconds later I joined her inside.

It was your typical restaurant men's room: two stalls, two urinals, a long counter with three sinks and a counter-to-ceiling mirror along the length of the counter.  She was standing in front of the mirror teasing her hair as I closed the door.  She turned to me, smiled, and then reached around me to my right and slid the lock on the door.

"Now we're alone," she said, moving close to me and looking up into my eyes.  "Just you, me... and my arms that you apparently can't take your eyes off..."

She then raised them up and flexed a double-biceps pose right in front of me, grinning.  She pumped them a couple times, looking at each one, then turned to me and said, "go ahead, I know you want to feel them."

I placed both my hands on her biceps, they were rock hard!  "Your arms are incredible," I said, giving them a squeeze.  "What are they, twelve, thirteen inches?"

She nodded, continuing to pump and flex them for me.  "Just over thirteen, yeah.  I love these babies, and love showing them off."

"I can tell, you're the only sleeveless waitress here," I noticed.

"I prefer to spell it w-e-i-g-h-t instead of w-a-i-t," she smiled, then chuckled a bit.  "Even the waiters aren't brave enough to go sleeveless here, I can easily beat every one of them at arm-wrestling."

I let go of her biceps and she relaxed her flexing, then reached behind her back, placing her hands on the sink and pressed herself up onto it, sitting on the edge.  My eyes instantly went to her bulging triceps.  She noticed, stuck her left arm out and alternately flexed her bicep and tricep, slowly running her right hand up and down her arm, feeling her thick muscles.

"Strong girl," I remarked.

"I sure am... I'm bicep curling 55lb dumbells with these babies, and I can bench 270."

"Damn that's hot, I love a strong girl.  How long have you been lifting?"

"Since I was 21, I'm 26 now."  I'd been close enough guessing her age.  "I was really out of shape after college, always found muscles to be... exciting... so I started pumping iron."

"Are your biceps your favorite muscle?  You look like you've got muscle everywhere," I motioned to her legs.  She looked down at her legs, clad in those hot tight black pants, and raised her legs like she was doing leg extensions.  The pants stretched audibly as her quads bulged huge.  She took my right hand and placed it on her left thigh so I could feel the warm steel of her muscle.

"I do," she smiled.  "140 pounds of solid muscle," she said.  Heavier than I'd thought, but it was all good; she was incredibly hot and sexy.  As if anticipating my question as I tried to squeeze her quad, she said, "they're twenty four inches around.  VERY strong, too."

"Yeah?  How much do you lift with them?"

"The other day I squatted 345, leg pressed 1200 and did leg extensions..." she accentuated this with a slow, powerful flex of her thighs, imitating the motion of a leg extension, "...with 280."

"Damn, you ARE a strong one," I said.  I couldn't believe I was talking to this sexy musclegirl in the men's room of a restaurant.  Surely someone would notice?  But no one ever did, we had the room all to ourselves.

"I wish they'd let me wear some really short skirts or shorts, but the best I could do with the dress code is show off my arms," she said.  She stopped flexing her thighs and then raised her right bicep in a flex, giving it a slow lick and kissing the muscle.  "They are my favorite muscle, though, to answer your question.  My biceps REALLY turn me on..."

"They're doing a damn good job of turning me on as well," I said. 

Cory looked down at my pants, noticed the significant bulge, and said, "yep, I believe you are correct!"

She hopped down from the sink and knelt in front of me.  Oh my god, was she... she couldn't possibly be going to... oh shit!

She reached up and un-did my belt buckle, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly, then reached into my underwear and pulled out my hard, fully-erect cock.

"Don't forget to tip me well," she grinned, and then took my whole cock into her mouth.  As she sucked on me, she gripped my ass with her hands, causing her shoulders, biceps and forearms to tense.  I caressed and squeezed them, and she returned the favor by flexing everywhere my hands went.  I moved them to her traps and was delighted to find that she even had some decent trap muscle under her black top.  But my hands kept returning to those thick, meaty biceps of hers.

She stopped sucking me for a moment, then let go of my ass with her right hand and began pumping a bicep flex for me to feel.  "You really love my biceps, don't you?"

"Damn, baby, they're incredible..." I confirmed for her.

She resumed sucking my cock, her hot, wet mouth moving up and down rapidly on my aching shaft.  God damn, I don't remember ever being this hard before!

"Oh baby... you are so hot..." I encouraged her.  "So strong... such beautiful, big muscles... hot, sexy biceps..."

She moaned a bit, stopped flexing her bicep and reached down to unbutton her own pants, then stuck her hand inside to play with her pussy while she continued to suck my cock.

"Yes baby, that's it, your body is so fucking hard... I love your big muscles..." I continued to encourage her softly, "I'd love to see you grow even bigger and stronger... much bigger... much stronger..."

"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned with her mouth on my cock.  She closed her eyes, masturbated herself harder, and sucked my cock with long, slow motions of her mouth and tongue.  She must really desire more muscle and strength, so I decided to keep going on this tangent.

"Yeah baby, imagine yourself packing on 50 more pounds of rock solid muscle... bigger, more powerful biceps... huge, bulging quads... so strong, you can out-lift all the hardcore male bodybuilders at the gym..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM" she moaned harder, her eyes still closed with a look of fierce determination on her face.  Her pelvis started to buck against her fingers as she fucked her pussy furiously.  Her sucking motions on my cock sped up.  At least one of us was about to cum, and cum HARD.

"That's it baby... you know you want to be fucking huge... a musclebound she-hulk... so much more muscle packed on that hard body... now imagine yourself a LOT bigger... over 250 pounds of pure female muscle... the strongest girl in the gym, stronger than any of the guys... you are so fucking strong baby... your biceps are bigger than the guys, your quads are massive... you are so powerful... so hot and sexy..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she moaned/screamed with my cock in her mouth, and was now ramming her fingers in her crotch.

"Do you want that, baby?  Do you want to be fucking huge?  Would you do anything to be a massively musclebound, hot and sexy hardcore super-heavyweight bodybuilding she-hulk?"

"MMMMMM HMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!" she moaned.

"Then do it!" I said.  It was then that my cock erupted in her mouth and she started orgasming.  She rode wave after wave of pleasure as she sucked my cock dry, taking every drop of cum from me.

She opened her eyes, released my cock from her mouth, and gasped.  "Holy shit... that was... fucking awesome..."  She stood up, huge thighs flexing big, and went into a stall to get some toilet paper to wipe up some pussy juice she'd cum.  I cleaned myself up in the sink, and re-zipped, buttoned and buckled my pants.

She came over and stood next to me, checking herself in the mirror to make sure she looked okay.  I reached over and gently turned her to me, and we kissed gently, then more passionately for a moment.

Holding her hard body close to mine, our arms wrapped around each other's waist, I told her just what I thought of her.  "You are incredible, Cory."

"You're pretty hot yourself... did you mean everything you said?  About me getting bigger and stronger?"  She was still quite flushed.

"Every word.  You have so much potential to bulk up that body bigger and stronger than you can imagine, I would love to see how far you could take it."

She shuddered visibly and looked up at me, grinning almost evilly.  "Well, I can imagine myself VERY big and strong," she said.

"I'd better get back to my table, and you'd better get back to work," I said, realizing that we'd been in here more than a little while.

"Oh shit, yeah..." she said, realizing the same.  It was a miracle we hadn't been disturbed yet, but the restaurant wasn't very busy today.  Just my luck!

We left the men's room separately, a minute apart.  As I got back to the table, my co-workers looked at me funny.

"What?  I got a cell phone call from a client," I explained.

They nodded, then resumed chatting.

After we were done with lunch, Cory brought the bill to us, and I put my credit card in it for her.  When she brought the receipt back, I wrote a $50 gratuity on the receipt, and my cell phone number.

As we were leaving the restaurant, I looked towards the kitchen and caught her eye one last time.  She looked around, then flexed her bicep for me and smiled.  I grinned back and headed out the door.


Part 2:

"Damn, $50 tip... not bad..." I thought to myself, chuckling at the effect my body had on some of my customers.  This one, though... I mean, it's not like I give every customer who likes my biceps a blowjob in the men's room or anything... but this guy seemed to know my most secret inner desires.  The ones I masturbated to late at night as I flipped through the pages of Women's Physique World, imagining my face on the bodies of the biggest heavyweight female bodybuilders.

I'd worked hard to build my muscles over the past five years, but lately I'd been craving more.  More muscle, more strength, more MASS.  Maybe this was the sign I'd been looking for, maybe it was time to start going hardcore.

"Fuck yeah... it's time I started a heavy-duty hardcore steroid cycle," I thought.

When I got home from the gym that night after one of the most intense workouts I'd ever done, I put my gym bag on the kitchen counter and took out the dozens of boxes of steroid pills and vials, and a box of 100 syringes that I'd bought from the gym's steroid supplier.  He had hooked me up with all of the most hardcore juice I could buy: Anadrol, Sustanon, Testosterone Enthanate, Dianabol, Winstrol, Primobolan, Deca Durabolin, and so on. 

By now I was so horny my pussy was gushing its own juice.  I stripped naked and ran into the bathroom with some syringes, a couple vials and boxes of pills.  It was turning me on so fucking much, the thought of juicing up and growing my muscles bigger, stronger, faster than ever before.  I filled a syringe with half a vial of Sustanon, jabbed it into my ass and pushed the plunger slowly down.  I then popped six Anadrols and six Dianabols.  I then started flexing in the mirror, admiring my soon-to-be-much-bigger body.

"God I can't wait," I said, grinding out a most-muscular pose.  "I'm going to be fucking HUGE."


Part 3:

Three months of hardcore steroids and insane training had turned me into a huge musclebound hulk of a girl.  My routine over those three months consisted of juicing up as soon as I got out of bed, pumping iron for three hours before lunch, going to work for eight hours, geting juiced up again and pumping iron for another three hours after dinner.  I was eating eight high-protein meals a day and popping oral steroids like candy all throughout the day and night.

My body responded incredibly fast to all the steroids, protein and training.  Every single workout I was able to lift more weight, and I don't mean just a pound or two a week.  Take bench press for example: by the end of the first month I was benching 400lbs, at the end of the second 650lbs, and now at the end of the third month I'm benching close to 900lbs.  I'm dumbell-curling 250lbs, squatting over 2000lbs for reps, and can do full sets of one-arm chins with 400lbs strapped to a weight belt.

And oh yes, all that strength came with a LOT of muscle mass!  I was 140lbs when I started, and packed on 30lbs the first month, 50lbs the second month, and the third month my muscle mass exploded -- I packed on a whopping 90lbs of solid muscle!  I now tip the scales at 310lbs at 10% bodyfat.  My biceps have literally doubled in size to over 26 inches, three inches bigger than my waist!  Speaking of my waist, it's clad with a 10-pack of orange-sized rock-solid abs.  My back is so fucking wide and thick, I have to turn sideways to get through most doorways.  My traps are huge, almost able to touch my ears.  My pecs ballooned to the size of volleyballs, and almost touch my chin.  My quads are simply mammoth, at 39 inches around, with my calves at 23 inches.

I'm bigger than I ever thought or even hoped I could become, and I still want MORE.  In three months I'm going to start an even more hardcore cycle, tripling the dosages.  I'm going to quit my job and dedicate my life to growing muscle mass and strength.

The only side-effects I've had so far from taking so many steroids is a slightly deeper (and more sexy, I think) voice, and a huge clit.  It's like a cock, it's so thick and long now, and I fucking love it.  I've even taken to injecting my clit directly with steroids to make it grow bigger.

I love coming home after an intense hardcore workout, drenched in sweat, my clothes ready to burst because I'm so fucking pumped up, and going right to my bedroom.  I had a full-length mirror installed on one of the walls so I could see every massive inch of my body.  I would pose and flex as hard as I could, loving the sight of my huge muscles, feeling my clit grow in my panties, and then I'd flex an incredible most-muscular pose and RIIIIIIIPPPP!! my shirt would shred to pieces.  My naked musclebound torso covered in veins and sweaty bulging muscle.  Again and again I'd flex my most-muscular pose, amazed and turned on like I couldn't fucking believe at the sight of this gigantic musclegirl in the mirror.  I'd remove my shorts and panties and flex while I watched my clit grow bigger the more turned on I became.  I'd then start masturbating it like a cock, my right arm flexing my huge bicep while my left hand jerked off my clit.  After a few minutes of this I would start to orgasm, and quickly ran to the dresser where I always had a plastic cup handy, and filled it with my pussy juice.  When I had milked all the juice from my pussy, I'd drink it all down, savoring the delicious steroid-laced liquid.  I was a muscle freak, and I loved everything about me!

[onlymysoul]

Author's Note: I wrote this in one sitting as soon as I got home from meeting a girl named Cara.  When we were introduced, we shook hands and I was stunned by how incredibly strong her grip was.  I spent the next half hour stealing glances at her thick body, hoping there was a lot of muscle under those professional clothes.  Turns out there was... at least in my imagination!   Enjoy.


Cara the Accounting Assistant
by onlymysoul
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I'd been in conference all day and was about to leave my accounting firm when I noticed only one other light was on in the building, the office next to mine.  A new girl had just started today, and I figured better late than never would be a good time to introduce myself.  I knocked on the door, heard a sweet-sounding "come in!" and opened it.

"Hi, Nicole, pleased to meet you, I'm Cara."

Meeting for the first time, as we shook hands, I was astonished at how firm her grip was.  I'd never felt so much strength in a handshake from a woman before.  My office neighbor was slightly taller than my 5'6", with long, dark-brown hair, big brown eyes, tanned, 28 years old and Italian.  She was wearing a pair of black slacks and a black suit jacket over a light blue top.  I'm no slouch in the looks department, but she was just stunning.  She was also a lot heavier than I was, and I don't mean fat.  I'm 95lbs soaking wet, she looked to be at least 165, maybe bigger.  Her pants visibly strained a bit when her legs moved, and even through her suit jacket her shoulders and biceps bulged noticably.  This was one powerful, musclebound girl alright, how lucky was I to have her next door to me in our firm?

Before you assume too much, I'm not a lesbian.  At least, up until that day I'd never thought of myself as one, and certainly was never attracted to another woman before.  I went to the gym pretty regularly to do my cardio and some very light weights, and was used to getting stared at by the guys (and some of the girls), but never thought much of it.  I appreciated a firm, well-muscled physique on any guy or girl, and assumed that others did too.  I could usually tell whether someone was in shape and well-muscled even when fully clothed.  But Cara... she was a completely different story.  I could tell right away that this was no ordinary fit girl, this girl had some serious beef on her.  She simply exuded power and strength even though not a single piece of flesh was displayed, and if I had to guess, I'd say she was the biggest bodybuilder I had ever seen.  Or, at least... hoped to see.  I was getting warm... even before it registered in my brain, my pussy started getting wet.  Damn, and she still had all her clothes on!  What was happening to me?  Compose yourself, Nicole!

Bringing my eyes up from her bulging upper arms back to her eyes, I commented on her grip.

"That's... that's a very strong grip you have there, you must work out a lot."

She let go of my hand and smiled, sitting back down in her chair.  "Oh, you could say that... a LOT."  She then laughed.

I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of her desk and wondered what joke it was that I was missing.

She must have noticed my confused expression, then motioned for me to close the door.

"I don't want to shock anyone else just yet, but I think you just might like what you're about to see," she said.  After I closed the door and sat back down, she stood up and, while looking deep into my eyes, removed her suit jacket.

My mouth fell open and I audibly gasped, "holy shit, Cara."  Her upper body was enormously musclebound.  Her waist was tiny, maybe an inch bigger than my 21" waist, but it was plated with an eight-pack of abs the size of cue balls.  Her lats flared out incredibly wide, but not as wide as her melon-sized striated shoulder muscles.  Her C-cup firm breasts sat atop huge slabs of striated pectoral muscles, stretching her blue tanktop to its limits.  And it was a good thing that it WAS a tanktop and not a sleeved shirt, because I was fairly certain no normal-sized sleeved shirt could hold her huge arms.  As she dropped her suit jacket onto her desk, she lifted both of her arms up parallel to the ground and then slowly flexed an incredible double-biceps pose.  As her strong fists moved towards her head, her biceps just kept getting bigger and more peaked, until towards the top of the flex a split in each bicep appeared and the peak got a peak.  As she was flexing them, she was admiring her left bicep, then looked at the right one for a moment, then looked back at me.

"What do you think, Nicole?" she beamed.  I could tell she absolutely loved being so powerfully muscular.

I was almost speechless, and I had to work to get my mouth closed from gaping at her incredibly muscle-packed upper body.  "I... I've never seen so much muscle on a woman before!"

Cara relaxed her double-biceps pose and then turned a bit to the left and did a right side-chest pose for me.  Her pectorals ballooned up and out, so thickly muscled they almost reached her chin, and veins crisscrossed her shoulders, biceps and forearms.

"Oh my god..." I said, stunned.

Cara walked around her desk to stand closer to me, then brought her hands up behind her head and crunched her abs, making each of the cue balls bulge even bigger and harder.  Her biceps bunched up too, my god, they were as big as her head!

"Go ahead, feel how hard my abs are," she invited.

I cautiously placed my hands on her stomach muscles, expecting them to be hot to the touch, but they were just warm... and solid as steel!  I pressed harder, then started running my hands up and down them, caressing them.

"God, they're so hard!"

"I love working my abs... and my back, too, check this out," she said, relaxing her ab crunch flex and then turning so that her back was to me.  She placed a strong fist on each hip, then flared her lats out wide in the most musclebound latspread I had ever seen.  It literally looked like she could fly with those lats being so wide.  I couldn't help myself, I stood up and placed my hands on her tiny, hard waist and slowly ran them up the sides of her lats, amazed at the thickness and width of them.  Up to her arms, where I felt how big and hard her shoulders were, then down each bulging tricep, then her forearms.

"Incredible," was all I could say as she turned around, smiling at me.

"Wait til you see my legs, they're my strongest muscles," she said.  She slowly unbuttoned then unzipped her pants and let them fall to her ankles.  Before me were a pair of the biggest, most muscular and undoubtedly the most powerful legs I had ever seen on a woman OR a man.  She flexed to make them bulge out obscenely huge, and again I couldn't help myself and reached out to caress these massive tree trunk thighs.

"They're bigger than your waist," I noticed, "a LOT bigger!"

She shook out her right quad, then flexed it hard.  It was as solid as steel, I couldn't squeeze it a millimeter.

"They sure are, they're over 38 inches of solid muscle."

When I was done feeling her quads, she put her pants back on and then stood closer to me... very close... her head and lips inches from my ear.  Could she tell I was incredibly turned on from feeling her powerful muscles?  Could she smell my sopping-wet pussy? 

She whispered to me, "I can tell what your favorite muscle is, Nicole... I saw your eyes go to them when we shook hands... you love biceps, don't you?"

All I could do was nod slowly.  Ok, I admit it... I've flexed my little biceps in the mirror occasionally... licked the tiny muscles sensuously... they turned me on, and I never knew why... it's not like I lifted weights much at all, just very light weights along with my daily aerobics and yoga.  They were a tiny fraction of the size of Cara's cannons, though.

"They're my favorite muscle too, I train them incredibly hard... you'd be amazed at how much weight I can lift with them..."

She then brought her arm up and slowly flexed her right bicep for me, inches from my face.  She grunted as she flexed it again and again, trying to make it grow even bigger and more peaked than it already was.  She was starting to sweat, and every vein in her musclebound arm was pulsing.

"Mmm, yeah, look at how big it is, Nicole," she whispered.  "Go ahead, feel it..."

I didn't wait to be asked twice, and put both my hands on her incredible arm, one on top of her rock-hard peak and the other caressing her full, powerful tricep.  Both my hands weren't even close to fitting around her huge muscle... if I had four hands, maybe.

As she flexed again, she lifted her elbow up higher and brought her bicep closer to her head, then began to sensusously lick her peaked muscle.  Her long, sexy tongue licked all around and over her hard muscle.  She then passionately kissed it.  It was like she was trying to make love to her own bicep, and I imagine if she could get it near her pussy she probably would.

She then turned to me with the sexiest look I have ever seen from a woman, and said, "lick my muscle."

I grabbed her bicep and pressed my lips to the massive muscle, kissing and licking it.  I ran my tongue all over her huge arm, reveling in the salty taste of her skin and the feel of the solid female beef on my tongue.  It was like nothing I had ever imagined.

As I licked, she continued to flex it.  "Feels good, doesn't it, baby?  That's a bit over 25 inches of solid muscle you're licking.  It took me five years to build up my body with all this muscle, and I'm still growing bigger every day."

I disembraced my lips from her bicep as she relaxed her arm.

"How strong are your biceps?" I asked, dying to know if she was as powerful as she was musclebound.

"VERY strong," she said, sternly.  "Stand up."

I did as I was told, and she then knelt in front of me and put her arm between my legs, then placed her hand on the small of my waist.  I was straddling her incredible bicep!  I wondered if she could she feel the wetness coming from my pussy.

"Put your hands on my shoulder for balance," she said, and I did.  "Okay, hold on, baby."

She then proceeded to lift me off the ground, and when she was fully standing, started doing bicep curls with my body!

"Oh my god, you are SO strong!"

She grinned at me as she ground out rep after rep with my 95lbs with just her single bicep.  She flexed it hard against my pussy, oh my god I was so wet and turned on now!

"This isn't really a workout, babe... you're too light for the amount I normally use."

"How much is that?" I asked, astonished.

"300lb dumbells," she said non-chalantly.

"Damn!" I gasped again, as I continued to be bicep-curled by this monstrously-strong girl.  A shudder went through my body as I was struck by the realization that she could curl with one arm over twice my bodyweight.  I couldn't help it, I orgasmed right there.  My pussy spasmed against her powerful bicep, and juices started flowing.  She felt the waves of pleasure wash over me and gently set me down.  She then flexed her bicep one more time and licked the bit of pussy juice I had cum onto her muscle.

"Mmm... I see you REALLY like my muscles, Nicole..." she said, smiling with approval.

"I've never... oh my god... you're so hot, Cara..." I was babbling, I had never been so turned on by a woman before, let alone a musclebound bodybuilding girl of 28.

As I composed myself, she reached into her purse and brought out a vial of liquid and a syringe.

"What's that?" I asked, nodding to the items.

"You don't think I built this body just with a lot of hard work in the gym, do you?" she asked, inserting the needle into the vial and filling the syringe with the entire contents of the vial.

She was juicing!  And doing it right in front of me!  Although a part of me was shocked and appalled, the other half (the LOUDER and MORE TURNED ON half) screamed "holy shit that's hot!"

"This is Testosterone Enthanate, one of the most powerful steroids in the world," she explained.

"How much of that stuff do you take?"

"Seven of these every week, but a specific one each day of the week.  I also take a lot of oral steroids," she said, putting the filled syringe down on her desk and rummaging through her purse again.  She brought out two containers of pills.  "This is Dianabol and this one is Anadrol.  Hardcore orals, baby, very hardcore."  She opened the vials and popped six Dianabol and two Anadrol into her mouth, washed them down with her bottle of Evian.  "Mmm, I'll be feeling those in an hour or so, that's for sure!"

She then picked up the syringe again and lowered her pants a bit to expose her rock-hard butt cheek.  She plunged the needle into her ass without even flinching, and slowly pushed the plunger down.  As she was injecting herself, she closed her eyes and moaned.  "God this always feels so gooooood," she said.  "I fucking LOVE steroids!"

The mere sight of her injecting herself and knowing the results she was getting from them caused my body to be wracked with yet another hard orgasm.  My panties were dripping with cum now.

"I see you approve," she smiled, throwing the empty vial and syringe in the trash and putting away her oral steroids into her purse. 

I nodded.  "How long have you been juicing?"

"Well like I said, I started bodybuilding five years ago after going to a Ms. Olympia show and deciding that I wanted a body like those women had -- hell, BIGGER than they were, as big as the guys who compete in the Mr. Olympia.  I started hitting the gym for two hours a day, every day, pumping iron as intensely as I could, eating a ton of protein and taking every legal muscle-building supplement I could lay my hands on.  Back when I started bodybuilding, I was about your size: 95lbs and skinny, but after two years of intense training I'd packed on over 50lbs of solid muscle.  My body responded really well to lifting weights, and I was completely and totally addicted to seeing my muscles grow bigger and stronger every day."

By this time in her story, my hand had involuntarily moved down the front of my pants and was masturbating my pussy.  I was so incredibly turned on, I couldn't help it.  "Go on... please..." I moaned.

She grinned and put her own hand down the front of her pants and also started masturbating as she continued her story.

"So now I was 145lbs of solid muscle, and very strong already... I was curling 75lb dumbells, benching 325lbs, and squatting 600lbs easily.  I was stronger than all but a few of the really huge male bodybuilders at the gym, and I loved it.  It wasn't enough, though... I'd known all about steroids for some time, but didn't decide to start taking them until I lost a bet."

"A bet?  About what?" I asked.

"I used to get asked to armwrestle all the time by guys (and a lot of girls, too) when I'd go out to bars, and one night this guy bet me a night of oral sex that I couldn't beat him in armwrestling.  I was cocky, I knew how powerful I was, and he didn't look to be all that, but he had on a bulky sweater so I had no idea just how big he was when I agreed.  We locked hands, and after about a minute of struggling, he finally put me down.

'You were quite a challenge, that's the closest I've ever gotten to being beaten,' he said.

'Just how big are you, anyway?' I asked.  He then took off his sweater to reveal one of the biggest, most musclebound upper bodies I had ever seen on a man.

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'325lbs of solid muscle, baby... isn't modern chemistry wonderful?' he winked at me, then took me to the Men's room where I sucked his cock for an hour.

"I was stunned, angry at losing, and then quickly became determined to grow as big and strong as possible so that the next time I saw him I would be able to beat him, and easily."

"So that's when you started juicing?" I asked.

Cara nodded.  "At his apartment that night, he shot me up with a ton of steroids, and hooked me up with his suppliers.  He taught me all about dosages, which ones to avoid, possible side-effects, the works.  Over the next three years I carefully juiced up my body and spent four hours a day in the gym pumping iron like crazy and eating enough food for six people.  My body responded dramatically to the juice: I bulked up so quickly that I kept muscling out of my shirts and pants, packing on multiple pounds of solid muscle every week.  My lifts skyrocketed, by the end of the first year I was bicep curling 155lb dumbells, benching 600lbs, and squatting over 1200lbs, all at a bodyweight of 225.  My biceps had ballooned from a very respectable 16 inches to 19 inches, my quads had grown from 21 to 27 inches, and all over I was bulging everywhere with new, bigger muscles.  I kept at it, though, and kept getting bigger and stronger.  I wanted to be so freakishly musclebound that people would point and stare when they saw my muscles, so I pumped iron as hard as I could and juiced myself to the gills every day to achieve that goal."

I was so close to cumming harder than I ever had.

"How big and strong have you become?"

"Well, you already know my biceps are a bit over 25 inches, an inch bigger than my waist, my quads are over 38 inches, my calves are 21 inches, my chest when I do a lat spread is 68 inches.  In three years of juicing, starting at 145lbs, I have more than doubled my bodyweight in pure, rock-solid muscle.  I'm 335, baby.  And am I ever fucking strong!  My max bench is now over 900lbs, and I can squat over one ton.  That's over 2000 pounds of iron plates, baby.  How fucking hot is that?"

I answered her by orgasming incredibly hard right then.  As I stifled my screams of ecstacy, she orgasmed as well, every muscle in her upper body bulging obscenely huge. 

"Mmm..." Cara moaned, leaning back in her chair and fingering herself with one hand while her other hand caressed her bulging arm and pecs.  "I do love this musclebound body," she said, then looked at me.  "Don't you?"

I nodded and stood up from my chair, walked over to her and motioned her to turn her chair to face me.  I then knelt before her, worshipping this female muscle goddess, and unzipped her pants the rest of the way down.  She maneauvered her beefy muscle-packed legs out of her pants and panties, scooted towards the edge of her seat and then spread her legs.  Her massive quads wrapped around my tiny waist, each of them bigger than my entire upper body.  I was a 32C breast size, her thighs were six inches bigger!  I almost came when I comprehended that... but I remained composed, brushed my long, brown hair out of my pretty face, and attacked her hot, wet pussy with my tongue and lips.  I ate her out with a vengeance, hungrily sucking on her two-inch clit, lapping at her hot pussy lips, and fingering her deep.  Even her pussy was muscular and strong, she gripped my fingers so hard it hurt.  I kept at it, mercilessly eating her out and caressing her huge, rippling abs and her gigantic quads.  While I was busy feasting on her muscle pussy, she was lovingly and sensuously licking and kissing her biceps and the tops of her pectoral muscles, loving every inch of her body that she could reach with her tongue and lips.

Cara moaned in pleasure a lot during my feast.  "Yes baby, eat my pussy, suck on my huge clitty," "Oh my god, you are incredible, Nicole," and "I love being so fucking packed with muscle, tongue-fuck me you hot sexy girl!" just to name a few.  Finally, after 15 minutes, she orgasmed HARD, stifling a scream with her suit jacket, and I hungrily lapped up each and every drop of hot muscle cum from her pussy.

I looked up at her, grinning, my face covered in her cum, and she laughed.  "Come here, you sexy hottie," she said, standing up and then picking me up with her powerful arms.  She held me off the ground and we kissed deeply, passionately.  My hands madly groped her musclebound back, traps and shoulders as she licked all of her cum from my lips and cheeks.  "Mmm, my cum tastes so good, doesn't it baby?"

I stopped kissing her for a moment and nodded.  "I've never tasted anything like it before... you were my... my first..."

She sat down in her chair and held me close in her arms, sitting in her lap.  I was surrounded by a wall of huge female muscle, and it felt so good I can't begin to describe it.  "I'm so glad, Nicole... I knew from the first moment we met that you would be something special to me.  Someone who loves and lusts after my muscles even as much as I do."

"Oh god yes, Cara, you are a goddess!  I want to help you grow even bigger and stronger!  You are who I've been waiting for all of my life, I just didn't realize it until I saw you for the first time.  How lucky am I?"

Cara grinned.  "I feel the same way, baby.  And yes, I'd love for you to help me grow bigger and bigger... and in return, I'm going to do something for you.  Something I know you've always wanted but didn't know you did until today..."

My entire body was tingling, and I felt hot all over... it was like every muscle in my body had just been through a grueling heavy-duty workout at the gym.  Why were my clothes so tight all of a sudden?  "What's that?  I feel... strange... but good... hot..."

"You're starting to feel it, baby..." she cooed at me, caressing my upper body.  My muscles were almost non-existant compared to hers, but she caressed them gently just the same.  "My pussy juice is saturated with steroids, and super-concentrated, a combination of all the injectables and orals I take in each and every day, but the best part..."

I was starting to really sweat now.  Wow, did my shirt feel tight all of a sudden!  Especially in the arms and back!  We both stood up, and she continued to lovingly caress my body.  Her hands ran up and down my back, around my tiny waist, to my breasts, then all over my arms.

"The best part is that my body turns all those harcore steroids with synthetic male hormones into super fast-acting, mega-potent female steroid juice."

Suddenly I heard a sharp ripping sound, and soon discovered it was my shirt!  It was tight already, I loved wearing tight outfits, but now it was being stretched past its limit by... by... muscles!

I gasped and looked into Cara's eyes, a look of shock on my face.

"And you just drank a lot of it, hot stuff," she grinned.

I looked down at my previously slender forearms and toned but tiny biceps, and found thickly-muscled slabs of beef in their place!  My shirt had burst at the biceps as my ballooning muscles grew rapidly.  My breasts were growing outward, pushed up and out by thick and striated pectoral muscles I never even knew I had.  My poor shirt ripped right down my spine as my widening lats and thickening back were just too much for it to handle.  I ripped the shredded shirt from my body just as I heard rips coming from below.  My quads had bulked up well past the breaking point of my slacks, and suddenly they burst through, twin columns of massive female muscle.  Well, massive on me, they were nowhere near as huge as Cara's thighs.  I ripped the remainder of my pants off my legs, then turned to look in her large wall mirror.

"Holy shit, I'm fucking huge," I gasped.  The girl looking back at me had the same beautiful face and hair, but the body was completely foreign to me.  I looked to have just doubled my bodyweight in pure, rock-solide female muscle in the span of less than a minute.  Every muscle in my body was defined and absolutely huge, bigger than I could have possibly imagined my muscles ever being.

"Oh my god, I'm GROWING!" I gasped. 

Cara, meanwhile, had been watching my muscle growth intently, while removing all of her clothing.  By the time my growth subsided, she was leaning back in her chair fingering her pussy and caressing her pecs and abs.

As I did a double-biceps pose, admiring my new guns, Cara got up from her chair, stepped behind me and did the same pose.  Her body was so incredibly massive, every muscle was at least twice the size of mine.  We flexed our biceps in unison and both giggled.  She then reached around and cupped my breasts, gently but firmly pulling my body against hers.  I felt her wet pussy against my now rock-hard ass, and rubbed it against her sex.  She started kissing my neck and traps as I felt her thick, powerful forearms, each one bigger than my biceps.

"What do you think of your new body?" she whispered in my ear as we both looked at our reflections in the mirror.  Two muscular (but only one she-hulkian) girls enjoying each other's bodies.  I could feel the heat radiating off of her, she was incredibly turned on by my new muscles... and I was too!

"This is so incredible... how can I thank you for such a beautiful gift?" I was almost at the point of tears, I was so ecstatic with my muscles.  She turned me around to face her, and we kissed passionately.  Hands feeling the other's muscles, lips and tongues dueling, wet pussies grinding against each other... it was pure heaven.

Cara stopped kissing me and looked me deep in my eyes, still holding my body close to hers.  "You can thank me by joining me in the gym every day... pumping iron as intensely as I do... get juiced up as much as I do... and by joining me in my bed every night... eating my hot muscle pussy and drinking my hot muscle pussy juices... I want you to grow, baby, as big and strong as I am, even more if you can..."

"Oh my god, YES!!  I want to be HUGE!!!" I screamed, orgasming incredibly hard.  Before today, I had never known just how much I wanted a freakishly-huge musclebound body like Cara's.  Everything about her body turned me on like nothing ever had: her muscle size, their strength, the fact that she juices so insanely, how hard she trains.  I wanted to be like her, hell, I wanted to be BIGGER and STRONGER than her!  Her incredible pussy juice was going to take my body on a muscle-building journey faster than I could possibly imagine, and I couldn't wait to see the results.

I fell to my knees in front of her and thrust my face into her pussy, hungrily attacking it once again, sucking and licking as fast and hard as I could.

"Need... more... muscle pussy juice..." I said in-between licks of her sexy clit.

Cara looked down at me, moaned in pleasure and smiled, lovingly running her hands through my hair.

"Mmmm, yes... that's my girl... drink up, baby... you're just getting started."

[onlymysoul]

Author's Note: Another hottie that I daydream about becoming a huge hulked-out female mass of muscle. /sigh!  Perhaps timely, given that she just had another kid.

Jessica Alba
by onlymysoul
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Excerpts from September 2008 Shape magazine:

"I put on a lot of weight [during my pregnancy] and have been working really hard to get back down to my pre-baby weight.  I've been training like I did for [The Fantastic Four: Rise of the] 'Silver Surfer', and think I look even better than I did back then.  Check out this bicep!"  Jessica flexes her right arm, displaying a lemon-sized bicep.  She's cut and lean, and determined to keep at it even after she achieves her goal of 120lbs.

"Every day I've been lifting light weights for an hour, and also doing an hour of cardio.  I feel great... fit and tight... and am looking forward to sticking with it."


Excerpts from November 2008 Oxygen magazine:

"I'm honored to be on the cover this month!  I'm really proud of the changes I've made in my body over the past two months."

"I've been lifting as heavy as I can, eating a ton of protein, and cut my cardio back to half an hour each day.  The results have been incredible, I've gained 15 pounds of muscle, and check out these abs!"  Jessica crunches her abdominals into an impressive six-pack of bulging muscles.  Her whole body is rock-hard and ripped: wider back and broader shoulders, thick and strong biceps (she boasts 45lb dumbell curls for reps), triceps and forearms, and quads that seem to have doubled in muscle mass.

"I'm really loving the results in both muscle mass and strength gains -- it's incredibly addicting!"  She admits to spending quite a lot of time flexing her muscles in the mirror, and during sex.  "My muscles are quite a turnon for me!"

On her movie plans: "I'm taking some time off from making movies, going to see where life takes me for a while.  Right now I'm just really into being fit and strong and having all this sexy hard muscle, and that's good enough for now."


Excerpts from Muscle & Fitness January 2009 magazine cover:

After competing in and winning her first figure contest in late 2008, former movie star Jessica Alba has set her sights on the biggest role of her career: winning this year's Ms. Olympia.

"I was just blown away when I got my pro card on my first attempt!  It inspired me not only to train harder, but to give bodybuilding a shot.  Figure is nice, don't get me wrong, but I've been packing on so much muscle so quickly that I don't even consider myself a figure competitor any more."

Indeed, Jessica showed up to our interview a powerfully-built 150lb muscle hottie.  Her biceps stretch the tape to just under sixteen inches, her waist a rock-hard 25 inches with a well-defined eight-pack, and 25-inch quads are just a few of her astonishing assets.

"I've been training incredibly hard, sometimes up to three hours a day just pumping iron.  The more muscle I pack onto my body, the more I want.  I'm on a ton of supplements: protein, glutamine, creatine, you name it I'm probably taking it! [laughs]"

Jessica plans on competing at the Ms. Olympia at a ripped 185lbs.  Only time will tell if she has the desire and dedication to put on that much muscle mass in such a short time.


Excerpts from ESPN Online article, November 2009:

Jessica Alba, in a unanimous judging decision, has won the 2009 Ms. Olympia heavyweight and overall bodybuilding titles.  Seemingly coming out of nowhere with a massively muscular 190lb ripped physique, Jessica has taken the bodybuilding world by storm after a little more than a year and a half of serious training.  The 28 year-old was also the youngest ever to win the contest.

"My plans," the out of breath, smiling winner told us, "are to get my rock-hard ass back in the gym as soon as I can.  I'm just getting started with building my body, you haven't seen anything yet!" 

Indeed, her ability to add muscle mass is nothing short of astonishing.  Since beginning her bodybuilding career after a brief yet highly successful stint in figure, she's packed a whopping 55 pounds of muscle onto her powerful frame in just eight months.  Those pounds have been evenly distributed throughout her physique, which is now sporting over 18 inch biceps, 29 inch quads, and some of the thickest, most muscular pectorals ever to grace a female bodybuilder.

Her displays of strength in the gym have been equally as impressive as her muscle gains, boasting 95lb dumbell bicep curls, 700lb squats and a 400lb bench press.  Rumors of hardcore steroid use have yet to be proven, as Jessica has passed every test she's been asked to take, including prior to the Olympia.



Excerpts and photo captions from National Enquirer, July 2010

Headline: Jessica Alba - Steroid Monster?

Jessica Alba, missing from the public spotlight for the past six months, has been found disguised, pumping iron at a Gold's Gym in downtown Los Angeles.  Rumored to weigh as much as 265lbs of solid muscle, she's been a fixture here for months wearing baggy sweats, a baseball cap and large sunglasses.  When an anonymous tipster told us this behemoth was really Ms. Alba, we shot these incredible photos.

Photo 1: Jessica bench-pressing 900lbs.

Photo 2: Jessica squatting 2000lbs.

Photo 3: Jessica bicep-curling a 220lb dumbell with one hand.

Photo 4: Jessica posing in the mirror in her baggy sweats, her muscles still managing to stretch the fabric nearly to the point of ripping.

Photo 5: The most shocking!  Close-up of Jessica popping a handful of Anadrol, a hardcore oral steroid, in-between sets.

Anonymous sources report that Jessica has been a hardcore steroid user for over a year now, and that her obsession with bodybuilding is bordering on insanity.


Excerpts from a CNN news report, August 2010

Anchor: "Breaking news from Los Angeles: Jessica Alba, movie star-turned-bodybuilder was arrested today on charges of steroid trafficking.  Agents from the FBI raided her suburban Los Angeles home early this morning and confiscated thousands of injectable and oral steroids.  Ms. Alba, shown here being led away from her home in a police van because she had bulked up her body so big that she couldn't fit inside a police car, is being charged with possession of controlled substances with intent to distribute, a charge which her lawyer strongly denies."

Lawyer: "My client is completely innocent of these ridiculous charges.  The doctor-prescribed anabolic steroids found in her home are purely for her personal use."

Anchor: "Some legal experts doubt this will hold up as a defense.  We have with us Greta Van Susteren.  Greta, what do you think about Ms. Alba's chances?"

Greta: "Just look at those pictures, she's bigger than the Hulk!  In my opinion, she's her own best defense.  Since no one could possibly believe she could bulk up that huge in such a short period of time without chemical assistance, her lawyer's claim that they're for her personal use is certainly plausible."

Anchor: "Ms. Alba's trial is scheduled for early September."


E! Entertainment interview of Jessica Alba from prison, July 2011

Samantha: "Tonight on E! we bring you my exclusive interview with former movie star turned bodybuildeer Jessica Alba.  Currently serving out her ten year sentence in the Attica, NY state prison, she could be released as early as 2015 for good behavior.  But has she been behaving?  Let's find out.  We warn you, though, what you're about to see and hear is quite explicit and not suitable for anyone under the age of 18."

Outdoor shot of the Attica prison, pans to Samantha standing next to the front guard house.

Samatha: "Inside these walls is one of Hollywood's most tragic falls from grace: Jessica Alba.  The 30 year-old, 5'6" brunette beauty had a promising careeer with movies, television and modeling before becoming obsessed with fitness and bodybuilding, eventually leading to her downfall due to a steroid distribution conviction.  Let's go inside and visit with her."

Shot of Jessica pumping iron in the prison's gym.  She's bench-pressing, the bar is loaded with seven 100lb plates on each side.  Her pectorals and triceps are pumped up so huge they strain her prison uniform top.  Her spotter is counting reps: "eight... nine... ten... come on, one more baby... eleven... come on, you can do it... twelve!"  Jessica racks the weight and sits up on the bench, reaches for her water bottle and takes a quick drink from it.  She alternately stretches and flexes her pecs, a pair of huge slabs of female muscle.  She then leans back down on the bench for another set.

Shot of Jessica sitting at a table in one of the jail's attorney-client meeting rooms.  Samantha sits across from Jessica.

Samantha: "How are you, Jessica?  What's like been like for you in prison this past year?"

Jessica: "I'm doing very well, believe it or not.  I'm treated with respect by the other inmates and guards, they keep me well-fed and let me pursue my bodybuilding to the extent the prison's schedule allows."

Samantha: "Might that respect really be fear?  Jessica, you're bigger than anyone in this prison -- women as well as men -- by at least 100lbs of muscle mass."

Jessica, smiling: "It may be.  But I haven't done anything to take advatage of my size to get special treatment, or to hurt anyone.  I have a lot of friends here, and many people that want to help me with my bodybuilding."

Samantha: "Do you think it's ironic that you're in prison largely due to your obsession with bodybuilding?"

Jessica: "I was made an example of, Sam.  I never gave or sold a single steroid to anyone, what they found in my home was purely for my personal use.  I mean look at how much muscle mass I put on between my first figure contest and winning the Ms. Olympia.  Nobody could have been so naive to think that I won without taking huge amounts of steroids."

Samantha: "Something that you continued after your win."

Jessica: "Oh yeah, and in fact I was doubling, even quadrupling the amount of steroids I was taking in.  My body drank them up, and used the massive amounts of protein I was feeding it to build my muscles faster and bigger than even I had ever dreamed.  I couldn't get enough of them and their effects on my body."

Samantha: "You gained... 75 pounds, I believe, in the nine months between winning the Ms. Olympia and getting arrested, is that correct?"

Jessica: "Yes."

Samantha: "And you continue to pursue bodybuilding here in prison."

Jessica: "What else am I going to do in here?  They let us work out in the prison gym for three hours a day, so I always take advantage of that... and then when I'm back in my cell I work out just about non-stop til lights out.  I do one- and two-hand chinups of all styles, thousands and thousands of pushups, dips and ab work."

Samantha: "You look a lot bigger than when you were arrested."

Jessica: "I am.  The last time I had a physical, I weighed 305lbs."

Samantha: "Are you still taking steroids?"

Jessica, winking: "No comment."

Samantha: "We've spoken with some other inmates, and they've told us on condition of anonymity that you're being injected three times a day, and given at least a dozen oral steroids with your meals each day, and that they're all extremely hardcore steroids."

Jessica: "People like to say lots of things, maybe they're just jealous at how huge my muscles have become."

Jessica: "Jessica, come on... you've gotten so huge that your muscles are stretching your prison uniform to the point of shredding it."

Jessica: "You mean like this?"  Jessica raises her right arm and flexes her bicep hard, causing the upper sleeve of her shirt to rip.  Her bicep peak rises through the tear making it larger.  She does the same with her left bicep's sleeve.  She then places her hands on her hips and spreads her lats out so wide that her shirt rips down her back.  She casually removes her shredded uniform top and tosses it on the table in front of her.  Every muscle in her body is insanely huge.  She raises her arms again and does a double-bicep flex.  "These babies are 29 inches and still growing."  She stands up, moves away from the table a few steps, and rips off her prison uniform pants.  Clad only in her underwear, she flexes her massive quads for the camera.  "Ever see 46 inch quads?  Now you have, but not for long, because they're going to be much bigger by the time I get out." Jessica then raises her arms, and grinds out a most-muscular pose.  Her entire upper body turns into a wall of bulging, striated, vein-covered muscle mass.  Her traps nearly touch her ears, he shoulders are the size of bowling balls, her pectorals flex so big they touch her chin, and her arms are simply enormous.  Her ten-pack abs stick out at least two inches, they're so huge.  She performs this flex a few more times, grunting louder each time, then returns to her seat.  She looks flushed.

Samantha: "That was... incredible... are you alright, Jessica?"

Jessica: "Yes, I just... I tend to orgasm every time I start posing and showing off my muscles..."

Samantha: "Much of your obsession with building your body has been attributed to the fact that you're so sexually aroused by your muscles and being so strong."

Jessica: "It usually only takes a few minutes of flexing and feeling my muscles to get me to the point of orgasm, yes.  The bigger I've gotten, the more turned on I get looking at and feeling my muscles.  I also tend to orgasm when I set a new personal best on a lift."

Samantha: "We've heard some reports that say you've taken to having your muscles worshipped by other female bodybuilders and fitness girls during conjugal visits."

Jessica: "I make no apologies for enjoying my body's musclebound sexuality or sharing it with those I find attractive and stimulating.  Cash and I broke up a long time ago, his ego couldn't take that I was so much bigger and stronger than he was, and that was about 150 pounds of muscle ago.  I won't deny that I love being a woman with such massive muscles, or that I love other women with muscle."

Samantha: "You're still one of the most beautiful women on the planet, if someone didn't see your body, they'd never guess you'd taken such large amounts of steroids.  I've also heard that the only side-effect you've ever gotten from your steroid use has been an increase in the size of your clitoris."

Jessica: "Haha yes, it's true... I'd love to know who told you that, though, they're going to get a talking-to."

Samantha: "Care to tell us the extent of that size?  Pun intended."

Jessica: "When I'm really really turned on, it grows to over three inches long and an inch thick.  I love having it sucked during sex."

Samantha: "The world has never seen anyone -- female or male -- build their muscles and strength as quickly and as big as you, Jessica.  Just how big do you think you want to grow?  Will you ever be big enough?  Strong enough?"

Jessica: "I want to pack on as much muscle as my body can hold, and then maybe a few pounds past that.  I want to be able to lift more weight than any man or woman ever has.  I'm still young, and my muscles are still growing, and nothing's going to stop me."

Samantha: "Doing whatever it takes to get there?"

Jessica: "Whatever it takes."

Shot of Jessica bicep curling a barbell in a squat rack.  The bar has six 100lb plates on each side.  She's curling it with ease, her enormous biceps pumping bigger with each rep.  After the twelfth rep she racks the bar, then flexes her right bicep, feeling it with he left hand.  She pauses for a moment, then lifts her bicep up a bit, leans close to it and gives it a sensual lick.  She then turns and smiles at the camera, winking.

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Author's Note: The Joanne here is based on a girl of the same name I work with.  She's got a killer body, but of course not quite as killer as you'll soon read.  She'd make a great bodybuilder, though, if only...

Joanne Builds Some Abs
BY onlymysoul
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"Wow!" Sheila exclaimed, seeing her co-worker Joanne on her first day back after a month's vacation.  "You look great, honey!" 

The 5'5" classically-Irish 26 year-old with long, curly black hair and pale skin grinned and gave a little twirl, showing Sheila her new-and-improved body.  She was wearing a skin-tight burgundy long-sleeved top and some tight jeans with a silver-studded black leather belt.  Sheila admired her friend's incredibly-fit body that, over the past month, seemed to have suddenly gotten a hell of a lot more fit.  Joanne's waist, already quite narrow at 24 inches, displayed a visibly-bulging ten-pack down the front of her tight shirt.  Her pectoral muscles pushed her D-cup breasts high on her chest, her wide melon-sized shoulders negating the need for shoulder pads of any kind, and very well-muscled biceps, triceps and forearms bulged everywhere, significantly stretching the fabric of her top and threatening to rip it apart should she chance a flex.  Her lats and back were much wider and thicker than Sheila had ever remembered them being.  Her thighs looked like they would rip her jeans if she flexed them.  Although the rest of her body was absolutely stunning, Sheila couldn't take her eyes off Joanne's abs.

She gently placed her hand on Joanne's midsection, feeling the protruding abdominals through the tight shirt.  "Girl, they are rock hard!" she gasped.  Joanne smiled and said, "oh yeah? feel this!"  She then crunched down hard, and her abs flexed outward a full two inches and became a ten-pack of steel tennis ball-sized muscles.

"Holy shit!  How did you get them so big?  I've never seen... or felt... abs so... so... BIG!"  Her hands pressed against Joanne's abs trying to indent them, but they were just too impossibly hard.  She was feeling them maybe a bit too long when she composed herself and stopped, instead just standing there and staring as Joanne flexed them again and again, pumping them up even bigger.  She could tell Joanne loved her abs a lot.

Indeed, her abs were Joanne's pride and joy, and up until a month ago she had trained them harder than most professional bodybuilders.  Endless crunches, hanging knee-raises, decline bench crunches with weights, machine crunches... she did it all, every other day, brutally punishing them every workout to force them to grow big and hard.  Up until a month ago, they were a sight to behold, but now they were freakishly big and hard.

"Well, let's just say I got a little help from some friends," she winked.

One Month Ago...

"497... 498... 499... 500!" Joanne grunted, finishing her last decline bench situp holding a 15lb weight plate.  She got off the bench, put the weight down and wiped the sweat from her brow with her towel.  While she drank from her water bottle, she noticed one of the gym's bigger female bodybuilders on a nearby treadmill exercising and watching her.  She smiled and gave a little wave, and the bodybuilder smiled back and nodded.  Joanne had seen her in the gym before that night, a tall blonde who was packed with muscle all over her body, a true heavyweight bodybuilder.  She looked about Joanne's age, too, which made Joanne wonder briefly if she could ever attain such size.

As Joanne cooled off, the bodybuilder finished her running on the treadmill and walked over to her.

"Hi, I'm Kristi," she said, offering her hand.

Joanne took it and shook it.  "Firm grip," she observed to herself, but of course, that would be expected given the woman's incredibly muscular physique.  "Joanne."

"You've got a really nice body, Joanne, great genetics for fitness or bodybuilding," Kristi noticed.  "I've been watching you for the past few months, you've made some nice gains."

Joanne blushed.  She'd been lifting weights off-and-on for the past five years, but it was only during the past six months that she'd decided to get serious about adding more muscle to her body.  She was already a hard, fit 125lbs (and had added ten of those over the past six months), but wanted some bigger muscles -- she loved the muscle she had already on her body, and figured more would be better.  "Well, I do lift a lot, I love how it makes me feel... and look..." she looked down at her right bicep and gave it a slow, hard flex. 

Kristi reached over and put her hand gently on the baseball-sized peaked muscle that appeared on Joanne's upper arm.  She seemed to leave it there a few moments past the point of casual discovery and well into admiration and desire.  Joanne held the flex and looked up, meeting Kristi's eyes. 

"Very, very nice, hun," Kristi said softly.  She then removed her hand from the hard muscle and stepped closer to Joanne.  "I can help you, you know," she whispered to Joanne.

Joanne gave Kristi a "hmm?" look, cocking her head a bit.

"Follow me."

She followed Kristi into the ladies' locker room to a far corner where Kristi's locker was.  She unlocked and opened it and took out a bag of bottles, boxes and needles.  Joanne gasped and thought, "oh my god, she's going to hook me up with steroids!"

After her initial shock, Joanne started to get aroused at the thought of using steroids to quickly pack muscle size and strength on her body.  She had the genetics, she had an incredible desire and discipline... this stuff could really push her body to its limits and beyond!  She blushed and felt hot all over her body as she ached to start juicing as soon as possible.  Kristi noticed the reaction immediately, and smiled.

"Looks like someone wants to juice up her body," she said.  Joanne could only nod slowly.  "I've been juicing for a couple years now, this is excess stock from my supplier.  I'll keep you hooked up if you do me a little favor."

Joanne couldn't believe this -- was she getting steroids for free?  She wondered what Kristi wanted from her in exchange... although she had a pretty good idea.  Joanne stepped into Kristi's arms and pressed her fit body against Kristi's incredibly muscular one.  Their lips met and soon tongues were dueling frantically while probing hands caressed powerful legs, arms, backs and abs. 

The powerful bodybuilder broke their passionate kiss to whisper softly into Joanne's ear, "I know how much you love your abs, baby, I love them too."  She gently ran her hands up and down Joanne's rock-hard six-pack as Joanne flexed them hard for her.  "But I want you to build them into the biggest, strongest set of abs you can imagine... and build them into an eight-pack... then a ten-pack..." They were both breathing very heavy now. "And then, build them even bigger... and stronger..." Kristi got on her knees and started kissing and licking Joanne's hard stomach. "And let me lick them... run my hands over them... any time I want."

As Kristi's tongue licked around Joanne's lower pair of abs, Joanne couldn't take it anymore -- she pulled her sweat shorts down, almost ripped her panties from her waist and thrust her pussy at Kristi's waiting mouth.  Kristi wasted no time in powerfully eating her out, her very long and very talented tongue assaulting Joanne's clit and probing deep into her pussy.  Joanne held on to Kristi's broad shoulders as she stifled the screams of orgasm and came again and again. "YES," she sighed heavily, "I will build up my abs huge for you!  As big as you want!  BIGGER!  BIGGER!"  She was nearly in tears as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, then fell to her knees in exhaustion.  Kristi took Joanne into her arms and held her close, kissing her softly and running her hands through Joanne's long black hair.

"Yes, that's my little muscle girl... yes..."

A Week Later...

Joanne filled the syringe to the top with the Deca, then gritting her teeth, plunged the needle into her top left abdominal muscle.  She grunted a slight scream, then pushed the plunger down 1/6th of the way.  She removed the needle, then repeated the process for each of the five other abs she could discern.  Her whole midsection felt like it was on fire beneath her skin, but she endured the pain and got the other steroids she'd gotten from Kristi.  She popped some Anavar, Winstrol and Primobolan tablets according to the dosages Kristi had recommended.  Washing them down with a protein shake, she looked at her body in the mirror.  She smiled at what she saw: a very fit V-shaped torso with defined arms, wide shoulders, even some pectoral muscles, and of course, a decent six-pack abs.  She did a double-bicep flex and admired the hard peaks that she'd built.  Although she loved her biceps, it was her abs that she was determined to bulk up, and not just to please Kristi -- she wanted to please herself even more.  She flexed them as hard as she could, lusting over her rock-hard six-pack of bulging muscles, running her hands up and down them.  Her pussy was getting wetter by the second as she lovingly caressed her powerful abs, and soon she orgasmed hard without even touching her pussy.  "God I love my muscles," she panted, breathless, "I can't wait to see how big these abs can get!"

When she got to the gym that evening, Joanne headed straight for the decline bench.  She couldn't wait to see the effects of the Deca on her abs!  She'd once done a set of 100 reps with a 35lb plate, but was feeling pretty good and strong that night and decided she'd start things off with a new record.  Maybe two!

She grabbed a 45lb plate and maneuvered into position on the bench and started doing her crunches.  After a minute she was on number 40 and still going!  Her abs were screaming in pain, but she ignored it and crunched as hard as she could each rep.  50.  60.  70.  She had never felt so strong!  Finally at 85 she couldn't do another crunch, and put down the weight.  "Oh my god they feel awesome!" she said to herself.  Her abs felt like molten steel beneath her skin, she ran her hands up and down them feeling the bulges.  "More, I need to train them more," she thought, and went to the seated crunch machine.

She set the weight for 150lbs and sat down.  The last workout she had on this machine, she'd only done 120lbs, so surely this should be a challenge.  She ground out rep after rep, finally deciding that at 50 reps, 150lbs was not enough weight.  She did another 20 at 170lbs, then 15 at 190lbs, finally stopping after 10 reps at 200lbs.

"Wow, I should have started juicing a long time ago!" she said, marveling at her incredible strength gains.

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Although Kristi was busy building her own musclebound body, she took time out of her schedule to help Joanne once a week with her workouts.  She loved watching her new prodigy quickly gain tremendous strength and muscle size while jacked up on the juice.  Joanne's workouts were very aggressive, even scaring some of the veteran lifters with her incredible intensity.  Kristi wasn't scared, though, she was turned on like she'd never been before.

They were training at the gym pretty late one Friday night, when most of the patrons had left a long time ago and just a few employees remained.  Kristi spoke with the manager and offered to close the gym so he could go home early, and he agreed.  By 11pm they were all alone in the gym, and it was time for some fun!

Joanne had on some tight black spandex shorts and a black sports bra, while Kristi was wearing her usual sweat shorts and sweat shirt with the sleeves cut off (or ripped off, as the case was) to display her huge arms.  They'd been hanging around the hanging knee-raise station for a while, waiting for the last employee to leave, chatting it up and playfully teasing each other.  When they found they were finally alone, Joanne stepped up and grabbed the hanging chains, maneuvering her arms into the straps, and started doing her knee raises.  Without any attached weight, she could do this exercise for hours.  In fact, when she wasn't at the gym, in her spare time she'd regularly do crunches continuously for three or four hours straight.  Thousands upon thousands of crunches, and they were doing her abs good.

"I think you need a challenge tonight, baby!"  Kristi grinned, and when Joanne's legs straightened, she wrapped her arms around them below the knee.

Joanne felt a tingle wash over her body as she suddenly realized what Kristi wanted her to do.  Instead of the two 45lb plates she would usually have chained to her ankles for this exercise, she was going to have Kristi clinging to her legs!

She steeled herself, then with more power than even she thought she had, her abs muscled up the 180lb female bodybuilder two feet off the ground. 

"YES!  Go baby go!"  Kristi cried out with excitement.  She couldn't believe how strong Joanne had become so quickly!  Five reps... then ten... then fifteen, and she was still going!

Joanne let out a sexy grunt each rep, grinding them out, ignoring the burning pain in her eight-pack, simply willing her muscles to contract, grow, and become stronger.  Sweat was pouring off her body as she reached rep 20, but she kept lifting Kristi over and over.  She was so turned on by her own strength, her pussy was dripping wet.  She wanted Kristi to eat her out so badly, but also wanted to show her how strong she'd become.

Kristi was so turned on at being repeatedly lifted by this muscular little mega-abdominal phenom.  Her face was close enough to Joanne's pussy that she could smell her getting wetter each rep.  At the apex of the knee-raise, she would quicky lick at Joanne's rock-hard abs, loving the feel of them on her long, silky tongue.

The last five reps were almost painfully slow, taking up to ten seconds each for Joanne to complete, but she muscled each one up with the cheering help of Kristi until her abs completely failed at rep 37.  She let go of the chains and straps and fell to the ground, a heaving, crying, sweating, orgasming body whose abs were bulging so big now she thought they would rip through her skin.  Kristi sat beside her, holding her tight and kissing her gently, telling her what a good musclegirl she was.  She'd never witnessed anything as intense as that in her life, it really was scary the potential this girl had.

When Joanne's tears of pain subsided, she looked into the big, soft, brown eyes of her trainer, her mentor, her lover, and embraced her tightly.  Their lips met, tongues dueled, and soon she was on her back having her pussy eaten out by an expert.  Joanne flexed and caressed her eight-pack abs as Kristi licked and nibbled at her soaking-wet pussy, lapping up her love juices and mercilessly attacking her clit.  Her clit had grown a bit from the steroids over the past couple weeks, and was incredibly sensitive.  As she orgasmed repeatedly, she lovingly rubbed her hands over her steel plated stomach and screamed out in ecstacy.  She loved how big and strong her abs had become, and wanted more.

During the second half of that month she doubled her Deca injections into her abs, and their growth in size and strength just exploded.  Her now ten-pack abs literally doubled in mass, carved and shaped into rock-hard balls of tightly-packed muscle with two-inch-deep channels between them.  Few pro bodybuilders could boast such big, muscular abdominals, and even fewer had abs stronger than Joanne's.  By the end of the fourth week she was able to do decline bench crunches with 90lbs in weight plates for 200 reps, and maxed the seated crunch machine's weight stack of 400lbs with ease.  Her hanging knee raises were done with six 45lb plates chained to her ankles, or a couple friends hanging on for their lives.  She'd also tripled the amount of oral steroids she was popping daily, as well as adding daily injections of Sustanon and Equipoise to her juicing routine.  She lusted after more muscle growth, loving the effects the steroids were having on her body.

All of her other muscle groups also responded well to the steroids, even though her abs were her focus.  She'd added two inches to her biceps, four inches on her quads, bulked up her pecs, widened her back and shoulders, and overall had packed on 23lbs of solid muscle to her growing body.

The last night before she was to return to work from her four-week vacation, she met Kristi at the gym for another private workout-and-sex session.  They trained hard together, and after the last set she sexily pulled Kristi over to the decline ab bench.  They were both extremely turned on by now, and Joanne wanted to end the night with something she'd been planning for weeks.

Joanne picked up a small bag and took out ten vials of Sustanon and two syringes.  She looked up at Kristi lovingly and handed her five vials and one of the syringes, then pulled up her shirt.

"Inject me, baby.  One per ab, you start at the bottom I'll start at the top."

Kristi gasped, but complied.  Ten minutes later, her body was on fire with the massive dosage of steroids she had just injected, all into her abs.  Joanne moaned, running her hands up and down her already huge abs, feeling the hard, hot muscles she had worked so hard to bulk up.  She then straddled the decline bench and maneuvered into place.

"Sit on my face, musclebabe," she instructed Kristi.  Kristi smiled and removed her shorts, exposing her wet pussy.  She then sat down on Joanne's upper chest, with her hands on Joanne's shoulders, her pussy only a few inches from Joanne's talented tongue.  Joanne gripped Kristi's rock-hard ass with both hands, pulling that delicious pussy to her mouth, and started licking... and then did something that almost made Kristi instantly cum.  Her lover started doing crunches, lifting herself and the 180lb bodybuilder up with each rep!  Kristi was stunned, Joanne's ab strength was nothing short of She-Hulkian!  Rep after rep, Joanne's abs powered Kristi up and down, while Joanne ate her pussy.

"Oh my god, you are so strong!  Unbelievable!" Kristi gasped in-between reps.  She'd done 30 already, how many more could her abs possibly do?

Joanne was too busy breathing heavily and lapping Kristi's pussy to respond much, other than to blurt out one word: "MORE!"  She then stopped crunching for a moment to rest.  The Sustanon was working wonders, she could feel the incredible strength coursing through her abs.  She felt like she could lift a car with her abs!

Kristi understood what her musclegirl wanted, and carefully reached down next to the bench and picked up a 45lb weight plate.  Holding it to her chest, she smiled lovingly at Joanne, who was still busily sucking and eating her pussy.  "Go, my love."

Joanne resumed her crunches, powerfully muscling up her upper body, her 180lb bodybuilder lover, plus a 45lb weight plate.  Five reps, then ten, then fifteen, then she paused and said again: "MORE!"  She felt stronger than she had ever felt in her life, she needed to show Kristi just how strong.

Kristi grabbed a second, third and a fourth 45lb plate, surely this would be too much for the girl!  She was so close to cumming, this would undoubtedly push her over the edge. 

Joanne took a deep breath, then growled and muscled up a crunch with 360lbs of bodybuilder and iron plates on her chest.  She did six more, then one last one that seemed to take 30 seconds going up and then back down, and it was on the way down that Kristi screamed in pleasure, releasing a torrent of orgasm onto Joanne's face.  She threw the weights down to the floor, then got off of Joanne and picked her shaking body off the bench and pulled her close.  They both madly felt each other's sweaty and cum-drenched bodies, muscles flexing, chests heaving in exertion and passion.  Joanne's abs were pumped up bigger than ever, as big as oranges, with deep cuts between them.  Kristy caressed, licked, kissed and sucked on each amazingly powerful ab muscle, starting from the top and working her way down, then after the last ab she mercilessly tongued Joanne's pussy while Joanne tried as hard as she could to stay standing.  While she was being eaten out, Joanne closed her eyes and felt up her abs, wishing them bigger and stronger... bigger and stronger... bigger... stronger...

Then she came like she never had before, and fainted from the orgasm.

"Those must have been some awesome friends!" Sheila remarked, still stunned at how huge Joanne's abs had become in the four weeks since she'd been on vacation.  "Think you can hook me up with those friends some time?" 

Joanne was instantly aroused by the cute 5' blonde's request.  Sheila was no stranger to the gym, having a tight, lean, wiry physique.  Joanne imagined what the right steroids could do for Sheila, and suddenly realized why Kristi had approached her a month ago.  It was such a turn on seeing someone you care about grow bigger and stronger every day, and although Joanne had no intention of stopping her intense bodybuilding and juicing any time soon, she bet it would be pretty hot to have another training partner.

"Maybe," Joanne smiled and winked.
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October 25th, 2006 - November 2nd, 2006

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I'd love to see a new addition to any of your stories: just imaging how MASSIVE one of them could be after all this time...

Thanks!  This and the others I've posted here were the last ones I wrote.  Damn, almost a decade.    I've had ideas on occasion, but they never flowed into actual stories.  There are some good candidates I'd love to write about, though.

One is a receptionist at a company I work with, she's drop-dead gorgeous but overweight.  Her weight has fluctuated up and down since high school, and a couple months ago she finally decided to do something about it and has lost at least 20 pounds so far.  My fantasy is that she sees this progress from yoga and walking, but then tries a gym and gets hooked... and then gets BIG. 

Another favorite is an IT admin I know.  Dark blonde hair, amazing personality, and a real stunner.  She's 6' in bare feet, used to play volleyball and basketball in high school.  Has amazing legs just begging to pack on a ton of muscle, and a gorgeous ass, but has said she just isn't interested in building muscle.  Until one day...

A co-worker of the IT admin is a gorgeous brunette with long wavy hair that recently got married.  She has a husky, deep voice that gets me instantly hard whenever she speaks to me.  She's fit in a does-aerobics-once-a-week kind of way; really nothing to write a story about as she is.  Of course, I daydream that she's always avoided working out because when she was younger, she discovered she could pack on muscle with even the slightest bit of effort in the gym.  That scared her, and since then she's avoided it; afraid that everyone - including now her new husband - would call her a freak.  One fateful day, however, she runs into an old friend, and...

Another friend of mine played softball competitively, but knee injuries forced her to stop.  During rehab she was introduced to weights, and a few months later started going to a crossfit gym.  She's a big girl: not fat, but not muscular either.  My hope is that the crossfit starts reaping real results and she gets hardcore about it.

There isn't a shortage of potential subjects, trust me.  It's the "hook" part of the stories that I get stuck on and can't proceed further. 

But hey, you never know... one of these days the collection of muscle growth story marbles rattling around in my head will align and I'll pop out something worthwhile.

Thanks again for everyone's kind words, it really is nice to know that what I've written has been enjoyed.

[onlymysoul]

Author's Note: Oh my, there certainly is a Liz who this is based on.  I worked with her for a year before she left our company.  She had an incredible pair of thick, muscular legs that she said would grow with the least bit of effort.  She had some really muscular arms, too, and at her biggest (at the time) claimed to be 172 pounds with very little of it was fat.  She was just a big, strong girl, not to mention drop-dead model gorgeous.  I can only imagine how big her legs are now, ten years later.  She's still the subject of many of my erotic thoughts to this day.  For reference, she looks almost exactly like Giuliana Casalan.

Liz's Legs
by onlymysoul
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Introduction: My Legs

This is a story about my legs, obviously, and yes, I'm the Liz referenced in the title.  It's also about a lot more than that, but that's where everything began for me.  You may think you know me, might have seen me, or heard about me... and you might be right.  Most of the conversations are as I remember them, though I've forgotten some details as the years have passed.

The basics: I'm tall (5'8" barefoot), an Italian/Latino mutt, a natural brunette (shoulder-length, mostly-straight hair), big brown eyes, very full bee-stung lips, and ever since I can remember, a pair of really big, strong and muscular legs.

Even as a little kid, they were much bigger and more muscular than my girlfriends' legs.  As I grew older, they grew bigger, and I simply accepted this as how my legs were going to look.  I'd never done anything to particularly foster their growth; never lifted weights, spent hours on a stairmaster, or attended a step aerobics class.  They were naturally big, and that was okay with me.  I liked them well enough, I guess you could say I was just indifferent about them for the most part.

In high school, when I started to get asked out on dates by the guys, my legs would inevitably come up in conversation.  Sometimes he'd bring it up ("how'd you get such big legs?" or he'd just steal glances every time he thought I wasn't looking, and I'd have to break the ice myself, "they're quite big, aren't they?"  This usually made the guy cringe and change the subject, but occasionally one would ask me to flex them for him. "Wow," was the usual response.  I didn't date a lot, but they seemed to remember my legs the most if they were interested in me at all.


Chapter 1: College and the Start of Something Big

My attitude about my legs changed significantly in college.  My freshman year roommate Michelle was attending courtesy of a basketball scholarship, and spent a couple hours a day on the practice court as well as in the university gym.  One afternoon on her way out, she suggested that I come with her to work out, it might be fun.  "Besides, with those big, strong legs you'd fit right in!" she grinned.

At the gym locker room I changed into my sweat shorts and tank top and followed Michelle into the weight room.  Machines and mirrors and weights and people of all sizes!  Michelle left me to go hit the elliptical machine for an hour, so I was on my own.  I didn't have a clue what to do, and obviously at least one person noticed.

"Can I help you?" a perky voice from behind me inquired.  I turned around to find a short, blonde, smiling, "Hi! My Name Is Tina!" gym assistant.

"Well, Tina, this is my first time here so I'm not really sure what to do..."

Her eyes went from my eyes to my legs then back to my eyes, as her smile faltered a bit. "You're kidding, right?  With legs like those?"

"Yep, they're naturally big," I admitted.

"Well, are you interested in losing weight, building muscle, or what?"

I wasn't overweight, really, maybe just "not really fit" I supposed, discounting my legs of course.  I'd heard the phrase "muscle weighs more than fat" and also had read that the more muscle you have, the more fat you burn naturally.  I glanced over at Michelle panting furiously on her elliptical and decided that was not for me.  "Let's build some muscle," I shrugged.

"Great!" Tina squeaked.  Really, she did.  I was scared.  "We should probably start you out on a full-body workout to get you used to the movements first," she explained.

For the next hour, I did things I'd never done before: bicep curls, tricep pushdowns, shoulder shrugs, lat pulldowns, seated rows, bench presses, dips, cable crossovers, squats, leg curls, leg extensions, calf raises, and on and on and on.  By the end of the hour I was drenched in sweat, my muscles were all hot and tight, and I was completely exhausted.  Even so, I'd particularly enjoyed the leg lifts that Tina showed me.  I wasn't straining hardly at all with the weights she was making me "get used to", but I didn't want to say anything to make her squeak at me.

"Don't worry, it gets easier each time!" Tina squeeked at me as I was leaving.  "Come back in a couple days, your body needs rest -- and remember, eat lots of protein to feed your muscles!"

And with that, my introduction to lifting weights was complete.

Two days later I was back in the gym again, still sore from the other day but willing to give it another go.  Tina again helped me, and we did the same circuit again, but this time I asked her to give me more weight to use on my legs.

"Are you sure?  They're already pretty big, maybe you should just work your upper body harder to make yourself more symmetrical.  They really do overpower the rest of your body."

I'd never thought about being symmetrical before, and although it sounded like something I probably should be doing, I chose to press the issue.  "Well, I'd just like to see how strong my legs are, let's add more weight, ok?"

She relented, and we commenced the leg portion of my workout.  From the last workout, we knew to start me at 300lbs.  After the third set of leg presses, each time with more weight (she'd add a big plate to each side of the machine every set), Tina informed me that I was leg-pressing almost 500lbs.

"It still doesn't seem like much of a challenge," I said honestly.  "Add a couple more plates to each side please."

She did so, and now at 700lbs I was starting to feel a warm tightening in my thighs.  I did a set of 10, then asked for more weight.

"You're kidding... damn, Liz, I've never seen anyone as strong as you that hadn't already been lifting weights for years!"

As it turned out, 800lbs seemed to be a challenging weight for me, I was only able to do 8 reps.  Looks like I had a goal for next time!  As I climbed out of the machine, I collapsed onto the floor in a heap as my legs gave way from under me.

"Whoa! Careful there, you have to get off that machine slowly, your legs just got one hell of a workout, honey!"

I made a note to strangle Tina later, but until then worked on simply being able to stand up once again.  My legs felt heavy, tight, and... "Oh my... I think they're bigger!" I said, flexing my quads and looking at the noticably bigger muscles.

"Yes, that's what happens when you do more than a few sets, your muscles get a good pump and are temporarily bigger," Tina explained.

I have to admit, I liked seeing them bigger than they were when I walked into the gym half an hour earlier.  I smiled and flexed them a couple more times before we continued on with the circuit, and some upper-body exercises.  My mind wasn't on them, though, it was on my legs.  Why was I suddenly so fascinated with my legs?  What was it about lifting weights to make them bigger that excited me?  I wasn't sure, but I planned on finding out.

That night, as we sat in the lounge of our dorm room, I told Michelle about this afternoon's experience on the leg press machine, and asked her what she thought about it.

"Well, you do have some amazing legs, that's for sure," she said, admiring them as I flexed a couple times.  "I don't think I've ever seen anyone with bigger legs, except for bodybuilders."

I looked up from my own admiration of my legs, "bodybuilders?"

"Yeah, you know, people who lift weights purely to build big muscles... you've never heard of bodybuilding before?"

"Well... yeah I guess, but I never thought..."

"...that you have some great genetics for building muscle, at least leg muscle?" she asked, laughing.

As I flexed my thighs some more, I ran my hands slowly up and down them, feeling the hard, thick muscles.  "Do you think so?"

"I'd say you like them, too," she said, coming over to sit next to me on the couch.  We were the only ones in the dorm room that night, our other two roommates had gone to a football game and weren't due back for hours.  The door was closed, and, well, I'm not sure what I was thinking would happen but I'm sure you're thinking about it!

Michelle placed her hand on my left thigh and caressed it as I flexed for her.  I'd never shown my legs off for another girl before, and it was... stimulating... my pussy started to get wet as the touch of her hand sent tingles through my body.  Neither of us said anything, we just sat there for a moment -- me flexing, her feeling -- then we looked into each other's eyes and drew closer.

"Do you like my muscles?" I asked softly.  She nodded, continuing to caress them as I flexed, moving even closer to me.  Our lips met, and we kissed slowly, carefully at first, and then her caresses became gropes as she couldn't seem to feel enough of my quads to satisfy her.  Her kiss became more passionate, probing my lips with her tongue, and it wasn't long before I let her tongue into my mouth to meet mine.  As our tongues dueled and her hand probed every inch of my thighs, her other hand pulled me tight to her body, pressing our breasts together.  She broke the kiss momentarily, and said, "god I love your thighs, Liz!  Flex them bigger for me!"  I flexed as hard as I could, this time feeling them with my own hand as well as letting her feel them.  We were both worshipping my big, strong legs, and it was... erotic!

Just then we heard someone putting their key in the dorm lounge door, so we quickly disembraced and sat back on the couch, pretending like we were watching TV.  Stephanie, our third roommate, was back early from the game with a headache.  She greeted us then went into her room and closed the door to go to bed.  As we sat quietly and waited for Stephanie to fall asleep, Michelle put her hand back on my thigh, leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I think you should see just how big you can build those legs of yours, Liz... don't they turn you on when you feel the muscle?"  I have to admit, it did.  Or, at least, the thought of them turning someone else on, turned me on.  It was then that I decided I would indeed see how big they could get.


Chapter 2: Measuring Up

My third trip to the gym started out a little different than the prior two.  Tina and I formalized our trainer-trainee relationship with a membership fee, and she took me to her little office on the second floor of the gym.  Well, it wasn't really HER office, as much as it was for trainers to talk privately with their clients.  I noticed a scale, a clipboard and a tape measure were on her desk, and had a pretty good idea what was going to come next.

"Today we're going to take your measurements, height and weight, and start a log of your workouts so we can chart your progress," she explained.

My height hadn't changed since high school, I was still 5'8" barefoot.  When I stepped on the scale, it was Tina's turn to be a little surprised.  "Wow, 135, you're a heavy one," she blurted out.  I gave her a quizzical look, at which point she elaborated.  "Sorry, I mean for your height you're heavier than you look, must be all that muscle in your legs."  Probably was.

Next up were my measurements.  We did the standard three: bustline, waistline, hips.  Since I know you're curious, I stretched the tape to 34-28-38.  I wore a B-cup at the time, in case you were wondering.  I thought we were done, but then she said, "make a muscle."

"What?"

"Flex your right bicep for me, Liz.  Like this," she said, flexing her own right bicep to show me.  A little lemon-sized muscle popped up on her arm.  She held it for a second as a tingle went through my body.  I don't think she noticed my tingle, but I'd definitely just noticed that I was turned on by her bicep muscle.  I did my best to reproduce her flex, and she wrapped the tape around my little muscle.  "Okay, biceps are 10 and 1/8th inches."  We measured my shoulder and back width next (not that there was a lot of it), then it was on to the lower body.

"We'll start on your calves, flex your right calf for me, like this," she demonstrated.  I managed to approximate her flex pretty well.  "Nice, 13 inches."  She removed the tape, then began to wrap it around my right thigh.  My pussy instantly got wet as she touched my quad.  Good lord, and up until last night with Michelle I'd thought I was heterosexual!  Oh well, whatever turns you on...

"Okay, give me a good flex, Liz!" she squeaked.  I did my best, and the tape fell out of her hands due to the muscle expansion of my thigh.  "Oops!"  She picked up the tape and wrapped it around my leg, then proudly announced, "wow, your quads are 22 and a half inches!  Awesome!"

"Is that good?" I had no frame of reference for the number.  I knew they were bigger than most women's thighs, but that was about it.

"Yes, actually, it's very good -- if you like muscle, I mean."  She got up off the floor and put the tape measure away, then started to make some notes on her clipboard.

"Oh, I definitely do, and that's actually something I wanted to talk to you about.  I'd like to start... bodybuilding."

She looked up from her clipboard at me curiously.  "Well, you certainly have the legs for bodybuilding, but like I said before, you'd need to bring the rest of your body in line with them if you ever wanted to compete."

I'd anticipated this response.  "I don't have any plans to compete, I just want to lift like a bodybuilder... you know, to build muscle size, not necessarily strength, although I like being really strong in my legs too."

She nodded. "I think I understand.  Well, I'll help you with whatever you want, it's up to you.  If you want to train like a bodybuilder, I'll train you like a bodybuilder!"  She grinned, and glanced down at my legs.  "22 inches, wow."

"...and a half," I grinned back.

That afternoon we did another full body circuit.  Tina wanted me to do a couple weeks of these until I was comfortable with each of the lifts, then we would switch to a different routine that focused on certain muscle groups on certain days.  800lbs was still a challenging weight for me on the leg press machine, and I was able to lift a little more this time on the other machines as well.

And this time, I was able to stand on my own after my leg presses.

[onlymysoul]

Chapter 3: A Routine

Two weeks passed, and by this time I was using the machines like I'd been there for years.  Tina had also started me on some supplements: protein shakes, Creatine, L-Glutamine, and Amino Acids. 

"Remember to eat well, too, you can't rely on just supplements to build muscle," Tina had explained.  She put me on a high-protein diet, eating six times a day.

"Won't I get fat eating all the time?" I wondered, a bit skeptical of all this food.

"Nope, trust me," Tina had said, "we need to keep your muscles fueled and your metabolism up.  You're only 18, you have a lot on your side!"

Oh, and she told me to stay away from any scales I might come across.  My weight was not important, what was is how I looked and felt.  That suited me fine, I'd always felt the same way.

Our dorm room started to look like a GNC with all the supplements and bodybuilding magazines lying around.  More than once I saw Michelle thumbing through a Women's Physique World and (I think) drooling.  We'd made out and felt each other up (well ok, she did most of the feeling up, I did all the flexing) a lot since that first night, but it was still our secret.  She did her best to encourage me in everything I was doing.  She wanted my legs to grow even more than I did!

I was hitting the gym three times a week now, with my new routine of back and biceps on Mondays, chest and triceps on Wednesdays, and legs on Fridays.  Friday was obviously my favorite day, if you couldn't guess.  I gave every workout all that I had, and looked forward to each and every workout, every set, every rep. 

After six months my body had made some amazing, but gradual, changes.  My waist was down to 26 inches, my hips to 36, and my chest had actually added three inches.  Tina explained that this was most likely a combination of pec and back muscles increasing the measurement.  My shoulders and back were wider, I'd added two inches to my biceps (more on them later), and an inch to my calves.  I was, however, the most proud of what I'd accomplished with my quads.  In six months of hard training, I'd added two and a half inches to them.  I was so excited when Tina read 25 inches that I picked her up off the ground and gave her a big hug.  She just laughed and looked a little nervous when I put her down, then forgot about it.  Had we been alone, I'd probably have kissed her right there (ok, she was growing on me... just like my muscles were growing on me).

My lifts were up significantly as well.  I was now leg pressing 1100lbs, squatting 300lbs, bench pressing 160, and one-arm bicep curling 25lbs.  I loved my muscles, but also really enjoyed being able to throw heavy weights around.

It wasn't an infrequent event that I outgrew a pair of jeans or a shirt that was new a couple months ago.  I was really getting into this bodybuilding, and found that more often than not, I was turned on by my own muscles.  After a workout I'd come back to the dorm and pose in front of the bathroom mirror wearing my workout clothes (usually a sports bra and some short shorts).  Mostly quad and leg poses, sure, but I'd started liking how my biceps were coming along.  They were bigger than Tina's now, and didn't seem to show any signs of slowing down their growth.  As I was doing a double-biceps pose and admiring my upper body, Michelle "happened" to wander into the bathroom behind me and closed the door.

"Keep flexing, baby," she said, reaching around from behind me and cupping each of my biceps with her hands.  "Flex them for me, Liz," she whispered in my ear.  Her breasts pressed into my back as she pushed her pussy against my ass.  I relaxed and flexed my biceps in the double-biceps pose, loving the feel of her hands on my arms (and her tongue licking my ear).  "Oh god they feel so hard, Liz, keep pumping them for me," she whispered.  My pussy was dripping now.  "Mmm yes, that's it, grow those biceps for me baby."  I flexed with all I had, my arms were shaking like mad.  She let go of my arms and turned me around to face her, moved close and embraced me, kissing me deeply.  I ran my hands over her firm body, through her long, brown hair, and pushed my pussy and breasts against hers.  One of her hands reached down and caressed my thigh while the other held me close. "Show me how big your quad is, muscle girl," she said softly.  I flexed it hard for her, and she dropped to her knees in front of it.  "Oh god it's so big!" she said, running both her hands all over my leg.  She then started to lick it from my knee to my hip, slowly, up and down, and then... up... and into my pussy once she'd removed my shorts.

Only a woman really knows how to eat out another woman (sorry guys), and Michelle was an expert at eating pussy.  In-between orgasms she would tell me how much she loved my growing body, and encouraged -- no, begged -- me to get bigger for her.

"You seemed to really like my biceps tonight," I commented after we'd finished making love and were lying on my bed in each other's arms.  I flexed my right bicep and admired my little muscle.  Well, not too little, since it WAS growing.

"Oh, I do, girl, I do... sooo hot... I still love your thighs the best, but who knows... maybe you can do with your arms what you did with your legs, and grow them huge too!"

"So you like both?"

"Absolutely!  I love big muscles on girls, always have," she said.  The rest of the conversation centered around her telling me her lifelong obsession with female muscle, even though she had zero genetics for it herself.  She didn't mind, though, she was perfectly happy worshipping the muscular bodies of other girls.  And I, of course, was perfectly happy to let her.

That night did get me to thinking that perhaps Tina was right those six months ago, in saying that I should make sure I don't let my legs overpower my upper body.  Probably a bit too late for that, but I resolved that night to start working my upper body more.


Chapter 4: Not Big Enough

A year had now passed, and I was still growing bigger and getting stronger.

I'd concentrated more on my upper body during the last six months, and my lifts showed it.  I was benching 240, one-arm bicep curling 45lbs, and could do sets of chins and dips with a 45lb plate hanging from a belt on my waist.  My legs, of course, continued to dominate in strength, I was leg pressing 1400lbs for reps every workout.

My measurements were now 39-26-34, still adding more back and chest muscle mass and firming my butt.  My waist was now a delicious six-pack of rock-hard abs which I took every opportunity to show off via halter tops.  I'd added another inch and a half to my biceps, bringing them to a little over 13 and a half, plus they were becoming really peaked.  It looked like someone had stuffed a baseball in my arms when I flexed, I loved it!  My shoulders and back were noticably wider now, it looked like I had shoulderpads on even when I didn't.  My calves were up to 15 inches, and my thighs... were huge.  I'd added another two inches to them over the last six months, bringing them to a whopping 27.  No jeans fit me at all, I had to wear baggy sweats or parachute pants all the time, and sometimes even those weren't enough.  You could still see my quads flex and bulge the fabric.  Awesome.

Michelle and I had managed to score a dorm room together during our sophomore year, and this was a single-room dorm so we didn't need to worry about dorm-mates dropping by unexpectedly.  Although we were pretty sure people knew that we were lovers, it was best to keep a low profile about it anyway.

One night after we'd made love and were cuddling in each other's arms talking softly about this and that, she asked me, "so Liz, just how big do you want to get?  You seem to pack on muscle just by looking at a weight, especially in your legs, how far do you want to take it?"

I thought about it for a minute.  I hadn't set any particular goals as far as how big or how strong I wanted to be, I just loved to lift heavy and see the results over time in my bigger muscles.  And oh my god, did I love these muscles.  I loved lifting, posing, having them felt up and licked by Michelle, loved licking them myself (the ones I could reach with my tongue, anyway), and caressing them every chance I got.  I loved walking around campus in a sleeveless top and some shorts, showing the world the muscular body that I'd built over the past year.  I guess I figured that if I loved my body this big after a year, that I'd love it even more after another year, and so on.  So I answered, honestly, "as far as I can, 'Chelle.  I love bodybuilding, I love being so strong, and I love having big muscles."

She grinned and nodded, "I know you do, and I love them just as much as you do!"  She gave my bicep a little squeeze, and I flexed it for her.  "So you want to keep growing bigger and bigger?"

"Sure, the more muscle the better, I'd think.  Why?"

"Well," she said seductively, "I just want to you know that I will love you no matter how massively muscular and powerful you become.  In fact, I'll love you more the bigger and stronger you grow.  I want to see you take your body beyond big, beyond huge."  She never failed to get seriously horny when she spoke like that, and was soon all over me -- licking, caressing every muscle with a passion.

I moaned as I gave in to her ministrations, "mmm yes, I want to grow bigger... much bigger... so fucking big... oh yes fuck me 'Chelle, fuck me!"

Her fingers and strap-on did their magic as always, and just as I was about to orgasm for the tenth time that night, I screamed, "I WANT TO BE FUCKING HUGE!!" and had the biggest cum of my life.  That was no lie, either.  I was determined to grow bigger and stronger than I had ever dreamed possible, and I was going to take Michelle with me to enjoy every pound and inch of muscle that I packed onto my body.


Chapter 5: Drugs are GOOD, mmmkay?

The next day was a gym day, and I met Tina bright and early in her office before my workout was scheduled to start.  I closed the door to her little office and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

"Tina honey," I started, "we need to talk about my body."

Her eyes brightened immediately and she smiled, almost laughing, "Oh? One of my favorite subjects!  And yours, I assume."

"Oh yes..." I said, winking.  We hadn't had the kind of relationship that Michelle and I had been enjoying, but we flirted a lot.  I think Tina was afraid of me, actually.  "Basically, I love what you've done for me -- and my body -- and I wanted your advice on taking things to the next level."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'd like to see what we can change about my program to make me grow bigger and stronger even more quickly than I have been."

She looked shocked.  "B-b-but, you've grown so quickly over the past year, in both size AND strength, I mean, you are a genetic goddess, blessed with an amazing ability to pack on muscle size and power, I would be happy with that!"

"Well, I am, but..."

"But what?  Liz, are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"Yes."

"Oh, honey," she said, shaking her head sadly, "honey, no, steroids are not a good thing... oh... no, that's not good... who... what gave you that idea that you wanted to start doing steroids?"

"Well, it's simple: I want to grow, and not just a little.  I want to be... how shall I put it... fucking HUGE," I growled.

"You're aware of the side-effects of steroids, aren't you?"  She then started to read me a laundry list of the usual Bad Things That Steroids Do, but I stopped her.

"Tina, look... I'm going to go down this road whether you help me or not, because it's what I want.  You said you'd help me to do whatever I want with my body, and I want to grow my body bigger and stronger than either of us can imagine.  I've seen some of the guys here, they're definitely juicing and I want in on it.  Are you going to help me or not?"

She sat back in her chair pondering for a moment, silent, before she answered.

"Okay.  Okay, yes.  I'll work with... someone... and he and I will get you the stuff and work out a cycle for you.  I'll even show you how and where to inject."  She was reluctant, but I sensed she'd had this conversation a few times before.  "This isn't always a good road to go down, you know."

"I know the risks, Tina.  I want it."

We went through my usual workout that day, and while I was cooling off on a stationary bike, Tina spoke with one of the male trainers, a definite hardcore bodybuilder.  By the time I was done with my biking, she had a shopping list and a cycle program all worked out.  I was to bring cash with me to the gym next Monday and she'd sell me what I needed.

Tina and the bodybuilder guy put me on a 12-week cycle of Sustanon, Deca Durabolin, Anavar, Winstrol, Primobolan and HGH.  It wasn't cheap, but I had money and had nothing else I cared to spend it on except my growing muscles.  The Sustanon, Deca and the HGH were injectables, the rest were orals.  Tina gave me my first shots of both (I already knew how to swallow pills) that same day before my workout.  Maybe it was just psychological, but that day I had the best back and biceps workout of my life.  I did three sets of chins with a 45lb plate on my belt, bicep-curled 50lb dumbells, did seated rows with 240lbs and one-arm rows with 90lbs.  I was feeling GOOD.

When I got back to my dorm room that afternoon, Michelle was waiting for me as usual (she loved my sweaty, pumped-up body after my workouts).  I hadn't told her anything about my steroid endeavor yet, but now I had no choice.  She was going to notice.  And, little did she know, she was going to help.

"'Chelle?"

"Yes love?" she looked up from her Business Law 201 book and smiled at me.

"'Chelle, we have to talk..."

"Uh oh," she said, sitting up and looking serious.  "Nothing bad, I hope...?"

"Well, we'll see... umm... you know how much I love you, right?  And how much I love bodybuilding?"

"Of course!" she laughed, then got off her bed and came over to me, putting her hands around my neck.  "And I love you AND your bodybuilding too!"  She gave me a quick peck on the lips.  "So what's up my muscle bunny honey?"

God I loved her.  I was praying inside that she wouldn't be mad at me when I told her.  I mean, saying "I want to see you grow huge" when we're making love could have just been role-playing, and maybe she didn't mean it... though I suspect she really did... but still... oh I don't know, I'll just blurt it out.

"I've started taking steroids."

Michelle then managed to do exactly what I didn't expect.  She slowly released her hands from around my neck and took my gym bag from my shoulder and placed it on her bed.  She slowly knelt before me, and while looking right into my eyes, carefully pulled my gym shorts down to my ankles, followed by my panties, then proceeded to lick my pussy for the next hour.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

[onlymysoul]

Chapter 6: Huge

Over the next 12 weeks, Michelle kept a meticulous schedule for my cycle, making sure I took my orals and was injected when I was supposed to be.  She monitored my food and other supplement intake, and even injected me herself (she said it was safer if she did it, though I think it just turned her on to inject muscle-building juice into my body).

It was a good thing that I had a minimal class load, so that I could devote every waking hour to building my body.  When I wasn't eating, sleeping, at the mall buying new clothes because I kept outgrowing my old ones, or making love with Michelle, I was pumping iron like a madwoman while juiced to the gills on the best steroids money could buy me.

I can honestly say that I absolutely love steroids and what they can do.  They're definitely not for everyone, but I couldn't get enough of their effects on my body.  My genetics seemed to be pre-disposed to accepting all the benefits of taking steroids with only a few minor side-effects.  My voice deepened a little and got slightly raspy, but Michelle and I thought it just sounded sultry and sexy.  The other side-effects were obviously a vastly-increased libido, and an enlarged clitoris.  Mine was not much more than a little nub before I started juicing, but after 12 weeks it was over an inch long, and Michelle sucked and nibbled at it incessantly, making me cum harder than I ever had before in my life.  We made love at least twice a day, every day, I was so damn horny all the time it wasn't funny (actually it was sexy as hell), and she was only too happy to oblige. 

So like I said, I was pumping iron like a madwoman.  Every week I got bigger, more muscular, more pumped up, and of course, stronger than I could have ever imagined.  By the end of my cycle, I was lifting more than all but a couple of the hardcore male bodybuilders in the gym, and was almost as big.  My workouts were unbelievably intense, as I pushed myself way beyond my breaking point every time.  On more than one occasion I would end up collapsed on or next to the machine or bench I was using, completely exhausted and in tears from the pain, but a few minutes later I'd pick myself up and grind out another set.  I had never been so focused on a single goal in all of my life: to become as massively muscular and powerful as possible, and then some.  I wanted to be freakishly huge, like a comic book heroine, and nothing would stand in my way.

I happened to step on a scale before I started my cycle, and had made a note that I was 152lbs.  Not a bad gain starting from 135: 17 pounds of muscle in a year, that was damn good.  Twelve weeks of steroids had packed on a lot more than that, for by the end I was up to 178lbs.  I had packed on an average of over two pounds of solid muscle mass each week, I was simply ecstatic!  The best week was the lucky seventh, when I added six pounds in six days.  The night I saw that number on the scale, Michelle had to say uncle during our lovemaking, I was so ravenous for her.

That was also the week that I started squeezing into tight-fitting shirts and pants that used to be baggy on my body.  Michelle would sit at the edge of her bed and watch as I flexed my biceps or quads as hard as I could, inevitably ripping the garment.  That used to turn us both on to no end.  Sometimes I'd do it by myself; put on a really old and tight shirt and watch as my bicep peak ripped through the sleeve while I masturbated furiously.  The bigger I became, the hornier I was for my own body.  My muscles were so sexy and hot looking, I was constantly flexing and feeling them for my own pleasure.

My strength was astounding.  I was one-arm bicep curling 75lbs, doing chins and dips with three 45lb plates on my waist, benching 320lbs, and could leg press more than the machine can hold, which is 1800lbs.  I had a couple girls from the gym hang onto the moving part while I did leg presses, had to be well over one ton.  I could leg-extend 340lbs, calf-raise the rack plus Tina sitting on my ass and clinging to me for dear life.  I was one-arm rowing 160lb dumbells, seated rowing 400lbs.  I was fucking strong, and I fucking loved it!

All of my muscles responded to the steroids better than I'd ever imagined.  My biceps exploded to almost seventeen inches, it was like they'd stay the same size they'd get after a pump, and not un-pump.  They were as big as grapefruits, awesomely peaked, and solid as granite.  My triceps were rock-solid horseshoes of muscle, my traps were doing a very good job of trying to reach my ears.  My abs were a steel-plated washboard eight-pack.  My back and chest thickened in mass noticably, my shoulders ballooned in size and width -- over twice as wide as my waist.   When I did a lat spread I almost thought I could fly, my back was so wide.  My calves were a bit over 17 inches, and my quads were just immense.  They now stretched the tape to just past 31 inches, and they didn't seem to want to stop growing (and I didn't seem to want them to stop). 

My pecs really grew a lot during that first cycle, they were now such big slabs of female muscle beef that when I flexed them, I could lick the top of them with my tongue.  During the last week of my cycle, I was finishing a set on the pec deck with 280lbs, got off the seat and walked up to the nearest mirror, did a most-muscular pose and yelled, "I AM FUCKING HUGE!"  The gym went silent for a moment as everyone stopped and stared at my body.  I loved every second of it, and milked each flex for all I had as I posed for them.  God I turned myself on.

Once my cycle was done I wanted to start another one right away, but Tina and some of the male bodybuilders at the gym told me that I should wait at least six months before doing another one.  In the meantime, I should eat, sleep and pump iron as hard as I could, to keep the mass that I'd added.  So I did!

Michelle was constant source of inspiration and encouragement during my entire cycle (as well as before and after, of course).  I think it was around the eighth week of my cycle, when one night that I'd been away from the gym for three or four hours I was pacing the dorm room, restless.  She looked up from studying her Economics and suggested that we go have a late-night workout at the gym.

I'd had keys to the gym for a few months now, since Tina didn't mind me using it whenever I wanted, but still rarely worked out when it wasn't officially open.  Tonight it was different, though: I had 'Chelle with me!

We got to the gym around 11pm, and I let us in, careful to lock the door behind us so nobody would disturb us.

"What do you feel like doing?" she asked, grinning and bouncing around the machines.  She was wearing a sexy white halter top and some tight denim shorts, looking very hot.  I had on a sleeveless shirt that exposed my abs, barely covering my breasts, and some sweat shorts that were stretched pretty tight over the tops of my quads.

"You," I said, stalking her like a muscled-up panther girl.  She did manage to elude me, but mostly because in my stalking I'd found the exercise that I wanted to do that night: chinups.

I love chinups!  Wide-grip overhand, close-grip underhand, the grip where your thumbs point towards your head (like hammer-curls), they're all my favorites.  I stopped by one of the chinup stations and jumped up, caught the grips, and started doing some wide-grip overhand chins.  Michelle watched, giddy, and counted for me.  At 20, she asked if she could join me.

"Go ahead, use one of the other ones next to me," I said, as I started rep 21.

"No no, I mean... JOIN you..." she said, at which point she walked over and stood in front of me.  When I got to the bottom of rep 22, she said softly, "change your grip to underhand, love."  After I did as instructed, she carefully wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist and said, "go."

I understood.  I proceeded to pull both our bodies up, looking deep into her eyes, our noses almost touching.  She held tight with her left hand and placed her right hand on my bulging right bicep to feel it as it muscled-up both of us.  "Yesssss..." she sighed, closing her eyes.  She was warm, and I could smell her pussy, I knew she was very very wet right now.  She was about 135lbs, the same as I was before I started bodybuilding, and I'd regularly done chinups with that same weight in barbell plates, but this was definitely more erotic.  24... 25... 26... she nibbled my ear and kissed my cheek while I lifted, and switched her hands so she could caress and feel my immense left bicep as it worked.  27... 28... 29... 30... she was breathing hard, I was (of course) breathing even harder... "oh god I love your body Liz!"  At 31 she screamed and orgasmed, tightening the grip of her legs and her arms around me very hard, and at 32 reps I knew I was about to cum.

At the top of 32, I just hung there at the top feeling her vibrate and shudder against me as wave after wave hit her, then I slowly (about 30 seconds) lowered us both down, my biceps screaming in pain, pumped up bigger than I had ever seen them before, my pussy spasming with orgasms.  When I reached the bottom of the rep, I let go and carried Michelle to a bench.  As she sat and tried to recover, I removed the rest of my clothing and posed for her, showing her what a year and a half of intense bodybuilding plus 12 weeks of muscle-building steroids had done for me.  She stared and ooh'd and aah'd, fingering her pussy and clit as she watched me flex.  I wanted to have some of that delicious, sexy pussy too.

I walked over to her and had her stand up, remove her pants, and spread her legs.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"I want you to fuck my biceps," I said, seriously.  I saw her visibly shudder, then recompose herself.  She nodded an "ok."

I knelt behind her, perpendicular to her, and reached between her legs with my right arm, so that she was straddling my bicep.  I then touched my unflexed bicep to her pussy and asked her if she was ready.

"Yes... please..." she said.  She was shaking.

I clenched my fist and slowly flexed my bicep, pushing up into her crotch.  I held the flex there for a few seconds, then popped my bicep up and down against her pussy.  With my left hand I was attending to my enlarged and quite sensitive clitty.

"OH MY GOD," she screamed, "I'm fucking your bicep!  Or is your bicep fucking me...?" she wondered, but I doubt cared.  She ground her pussy against my muscle, soaking it with 'Chelle cum.  It only took a couple minutes of flexing and moaning before she came a mighty orgasm.  She turned around, tried to push me onto my back (I say tried, because there was no way she could push or move my rock-solid body unless I wanted... which I did, of course).  I understood, and leaned back, and she started devouring my clit and pussy.  She came up for air every few seconds to tell me how much she loved my muscles, that I was her muscle goddess, her sexy she-hulk.

That was the first of many nights we'd spend in the gym lifting (well, I would lift her mostly) and making love.


Chapter 7: Recreational Bodybuilder Babe

I've recently seen the phrase "recreational bodybuilder" tossed around, and I suppose that's what I was back then and still am to this day.  I was never interested in competing in powerlifting or bodybuilding contests; I'd always done it just for my own pleasure and that of Michelle or anyone else who appreciated my body. 

Michelle and I grew closer every day we spent together, and after college bought a house together and have been lovers and partners ever since.  We even own and run our own gym now, which definitely has its advantages.  I love her more than words can say, she has always been my rock and my inspiration.  As it turned out, I did a little inspiring of my own over the years, and she decided to start bodybuilding soon after we had graduated college.  She became quite serious about it, and... well... that's another story.

I continued pumping iron quite intensely during my remaining college years, and by the time I graduated I was tipping the scales at 265lbs.  My first steroid cycle was certainly not my last, I did six more 12-week cycles by the time I graduated. At 5'8" and 265lbs with over 21" biceps, I was about as big as I could possibly get, and the law of diminishing returns with the juice had definitely kicked in for me.  My last cycle only netted me 15lbs of muscle, and wasn't worth any additional risks to my health.  I've been clean ever since, but of course still follow a strict regimen of legal (and safe) supplements and protein shakes.  I absolutely do not regret doing steroids, they produced the body I have to this day, and I love every muscular inch of it.  (Usually a few times a day, too!)  My strength and size have both ebbed a bit since I no longer juice, but I'm still bigger and stronger than 95% of the women AND men at my gym.

The biggest, most massive my muscles ever became was a couple weeks after my seventh hardcore steroid cycle.  Each cycle would be more intense, with not only more steroids taken each day, but more anabolic ones.  It was scary just how much I was injecting and taking orally, but I didn't care, I was so hellbent on growing as huge as possible.  My biceps reached 21.5", my pecs were the size of volleyballs, I had cannonballs for shoulders, my traps were close to touching my ears, and my back was just packed with huge, thick slabs of muscle.  When I did a lat spread, they were actually wider than my shoulders, and so incredibly thick.  My waist was a third of the width of my lat spread, and so tight and rock-solid, a 10-pack of steel orange-sized muscles. 

Oh, and lest I forget: my legs.  The biggest my quads ever got was just over 42 inches.  While I was on my seventh cycle, in addition to casually leg-pressing 3200lbs for sets, I was squatting over 1500lbs, and doing over 1000lbs on the leg extension machine.  I've been told more than a few times that I quite possibly had the biggest and strongest pair of female legs on the planet, and that thought never fails to turn me on.  I still train them as hard as I can, but they've apparently decided that they're as big and strong as they're going to get. 

Not that I'm disappointed, mind you, because I've always had really big, strong and muscular legs.  And I love them.
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October 2nd, 2006 - October 13th, 2006

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Very hot story. My favorite part was actually everything up until she started juicing, since my fantasy preference is for girls who are naturally gifted to grow muscle. The "huge" part of the story was pretty good as well though, and I like to imagine her getting enormous without the usual awful effects of steroids. K+

[onlymysoul]

Author's Note: A hot muscle-growth story about a friend of mine.  Amazingly gorgeous, looks like Rachel McLish.  Oh the fantasies I've had of her (and Rachel too!).  Everything here is true, except of course everything that happens after she comes over.  Shucks. 


Marni

My cell-phone rang at 1:10 that afternoon; it was her, as expected.  My friend Marni had called earlier that morning seeking technical support with her PC -- something about Word not opening, I wasn't paying too much attention during our conversation because her voice is so... stimulating.  God, she could work for a pay line... but I digress.

"I'll be there in five minutes," she estimated.  I'd arranged to meet her at a client I happened to be at for my weekly scheduled support visit.  Definitely not a shortage of hot and fit women at this place, including the receptionist.  Long black hair, pale skin; a sweet Irish lass with a hot body that I can tell has regularly seen the inside of a real gym.  Today she was wearing a tight brown mid-sleeved shirt, covering her biceps but not quite hiding the bulges.

"Sounds good, I'll meet you outside." I hung up and waited outside for her.  While more than five minutes rambled by, I thought back to when we used to work together.  She'd always been seriously into fitness, and used to hit the gym quite regularly.  She was noticably muscular all over - arms, legs, a tiny, tiny waist, with nice abs.  Since we'd known each other, we'd had a couple conversations about bodybuilding and lifting, and she once claimed to regularly bicep-curl 45lb dumbells.  I recall almost having a traffic accident at the time.  I hoped she hadn't let herself go, she was quite a hottie when I last saw her.  Unfortunately I know what family life can do to a hottie.

A minute later her black truck drove up and parked next to my car.  She got out and smiled, gave me a hug, saying "it's so good to see you!"  Oh my god did she look delicious... tan body, sexy rose-colored sunglasses, and her hair was longer and had really gorgeous blonde highlights.  I made a point of touching her hair and commenting how great it looked.  She was wearing some jeans shorts and a beige tank top; it was everything I could do not to stare at her body.  She didn't have big breasts, a B-cup at most, but that wasn't what I was interested in.  Her quads were defined, just as firm-looking and muscular as I remembered.  Her arms sinewy and muscular, definite biceps there.

As she explained what was wrong with the PC, she opened the back gate of the truck and lifted the PC out.  Nice biceps, I thought to myself.  As she handed it to me, I told her, "you look like you've been hitting the gym a lot, you look really great."

She blushed and looked away for a moment, "well, you know me, I love to work out and keep fit... it's tough with two kids, ya know, but I'm trying as hard as I can."

"Well whatever you're doing, keep it up -- it's working!"

"Thanks!" she looked at me and smiled, oh I almost melted right there.  "Well I'd better get to work, call me later and tell me what you find."

I nodded, and we hugged again, maybe a little tighter and maybe a little longer than was appropriate, but I couldn't help it... I wanted to hold that strong, firm body against mine as long as I could.  Without getting slapped, of course.

That night I checked out her PC, and of course checked to see if there were any nice pictures of her.  No dice, at least nothing that didn't have her and her kids or husband, with her fully-clothed.  How depressing.  Anyway, no spyware, no viruses, did some Windows Updates, etc.  Nothing unusual, but yep -- Word just hung on start.  Sounds like an uninstall/reinstall to me.  So I wrote up the Customer Service Report sheet and put down two hours.

I called her around 6 that evening to let her know that the PC was ready.  I explained that I hadn't really found anything wrong, but that she'd have to dig up that old Office 2000 CD to do the reinstall.

"Oh thank you so much, I was so afraid there would be a virus or something on it!" she squealed.  God I was horny for her, I couldn't help stroking my cock while we talked.  "When can I pick it up?"

"Any time works for me," I thoughtfully accomodated.

"How about tonight? I can come over now, I just finished dinner and the boys are with their father in the park."

"Sounds great!" I then gave her directions, as she'd never been to my house before.

One hour later...

My doorbell rang, and upon answering it I received my third hug of the day, maybe a little longer than the last one at that.  Could she tell I had a hard-on already?  Maybe.

"Wow, nice place!" she commented as I closed the door and she walked upstairs.  I loved the way her muscular calves and hamstrings flexed as she climbed the steps.  "Do I get a tour?" she giggled.

"Sure, let's start downstairs first," I said, motioning back to the stairs.  I showed her the only really interesting thing on the lower level: my home theater.  That got a lot of nice comments out of her as she checked out my huge TV, massive DVD collection and impressively-displayed movie posters.

Then it was back upstairs, again not much to show except the master bedroom with sliding glass doors out to a deck and the computer/study/exercise room.  I have a Bowflex Xtreme, and she giggled as she ran right over to it and sat down.  "Can I try?" she asked, reaching behind her and grabbing the hand straps as the machine was set for bench presses.

"Sure, let me set a weight for you.  Let's see how strong you are," I suggested.  I set the rods for a 50 on each side, then gave the go-ahead.  She pressed the weight in perfect form, slow and steady. 

After ten reps, she wanted more.  "Can you add more weight?  I'm feeling REALLY strong tonight for some reason!"  I was only too happy to oblidge.  I added a 30lb rod to each side, 160lbs now.

She struggled a little bit, but continued to press forward and then let the weight come back towards her slow and steady.  "Mmmm, god I love the pump in my pecs and triceps when I do this exercise," she cooed.  She was starting to sweat a little (still had on that great outfit from earlier, so everywhere I looked there was straining muscle in her arms).  "More!" she exclaimed, grinning.

"You really HAVE been hitting the weights, haven't you?" I asked, replacing the 30's with 50's then a pair of 10's.  220lbs now.

"Yep, I try to go to the gym four or five times a week," she explained as she started to press the weight.  "I LOVE lifting weights, it really turns me on to pump iron and see my muscles flex," she said, licking her lips.  "How much is this?"

"Oh, I'm not telling..." I teased.  "How much can you bench press at the gym?"

"Well..." (grunt) "the last time I saw how much" (growl) "I could max out with, I did 200."

"Very nice," said, watching her shoulders and triceps as they became very pumped and vascular from all the exertion.  200 for a girl who weighed about 125lbs of solid muscle wasn't too shabby at all.

After eight reps, she still wanted more. "God I feel so STRONG tonight, and this is getting me a great pump!" she said, flexing her pecs and feeling them with her hands.  "I've never seen them so big!  Let's see if I can break my record, up the weight again."

I took off the 10's and added the two 30's back on.  260lbs!

She got a determined look on her face, then pressed with all her strength.  "ONE!" she growled, "TWO! THREE!  FOUR!  FIIIIIIVE" and then she couldn't do any more.  "Wow, how much weight was that?"

I grinned and told her.

"Oh my god!  I didn't know I was so strong!" she said, flexing and admiring her right tricep while she ran her left hand up and down it.  "I really love the pump, god my muscles feel so sexy and hard," she said.

"Want to try bicep curls next?" I suggested hopefully.

"Sure, why not!  I LOVE my biceps," she said, hitting a hard right biceps pose for me.  She looked down at her muscle and lovingly kissed it.  "I wish my biceps were bigger, though... I mean, a LOT bigger."  She flexed her bicep over and over, trying to pump it bigger.  After the fifth flex, she slowly licked it with her long, sexy tongue as she looked at me.  God she was hot!

I had her stand up so I could remove the seat, then adjusted the machine so that she could do low cable curls (imagine standing bicep curls, except using cables on a machine).  "How much do you want to start with?"

"Well let's start at 40's."

I set the weight as she asked, and she started curling.  Those sinewy muscular arms sprang to striated, vascular life as she curled the weight over and over.  Ten reps and her forearms and biceps were starting to show a nice pump.

"More!"

I replaced the 30's and 10's with a 50 on each side, and she finished the set.

"MORE!  God this feels good, I love these machines."

I added the 30 back, bringing the total to 80 each side.  "This is 80 pounds, don't hurt yourself," I half-seriously warned her.

She just smiled and started curling.  On the second or third, she looked down at her biceps and watched as the muscle rose up her arm into a nice little peak, then elongated back down as she lowered the weight.  Almost painfully slow, she curled the weight again and again.

"More."  This was not a request.

I added two 10's on each side, she couldn't possibly...

"OH YES" she said, straining hard but nevertheless curling the weights up.  Her arms shook and she was sweating profusely, but she did six reps before she couldn't do any more.  She put the hand straps down and then flexed her right bicep, again running her left hand over the muscle, feeling how hard and big it had gotten from the pump.  "What do you think, not bad, huh?"

"That was 100lbs!" I exclaimed.

"Mmmm, that felt sooooo goooooooood," she oozed, "I LOVE getting stronger!"  She did a double-biceps pose and grinned at me.  "And BIGGER, I don't think my arms have ever been this pumped before!"

I couldn't resist, I reached out and felt her deceptively-strong bicep and agreed, that yes, that wasn't bad at all.

"Can I work my quads?  I love working these babies," she said, flexing her thighs and admiring the cut musculature.  Each head was clearly visible, especially her outer thigh which bulged at least an inch outwards at her knee.  They looked strong.

"Sure, give me a minute to set up the machine."  I put the seat back on, then the leg extension attachment, and set the cables.  "How much do you do at the gym?"

"About 200lbs," she said matter-of-factly.  I put 300lbs on it for the hell of it. 

"Have a seat," I offered, and she sat down, maneuvering her legs into position, hooking her feet under the pads.  She put her hands on her thighs and started extending her legs, feeling her hard, muscular quads as they flexed and lifted the weight.

"Oooh, that feels great," she said.  I wasn't sure if she was talking about her legs or the machine.

Her thighs really started to get pumped up quickly as she finished the first set. 

"Put all the weight on," she ordered.

"That's 410lbs," I said.

"I know."

I did as I was told, and then she started cranking out rep after rep, not stopping.  She was sweating and grunting and muttering to herself as she powered up the weight over and over in one long set.  The last rep was impressive: it had to have taken 20 seconds from the start to fully extended, she muscled it up like I have seen few women do.  All the while she was caressing and squeezing her muscular, powerful thighs with her hands and licking her lips.  She was concentrating only on her thighs, and it was turning her on like I had never seen.

She clung to me as I helped her get off the machine, her legs wobbly from the workout.  She then shook them out and flexed, and flexed hard.  They were visibly bigger from the pump, I was in awe.

"Oh wow, I've never seen them so big," she marveled, caressing her quads.  "God they feel so awesome, feel them!" she commanded.  I wasn't about to say no to that offer, so I too ran my hands over her rock-hard quads.  By this time, they weren't the only things in the room that were rock-hard, and she knew it.

"You gave me a great workout... so now it's time for me to give you one."

She walked over to me and got very close... as if to hug me... and reached down to unbutton my jeans.  When they hit the floor, she took my rock-hard cock out of my underwear and started stroking it.  Her face was inches from mine, her lips so close... she whispered, "I know you want to fuck me baby, I've seen the way you look at my muscles.  You think I never noticed when you stared at my arms or legs, hoping I would casually flex them?  I knew you were watching... that's why I flexed them so I could make you hard.  They make me fucking hot too, why do you think I lift weights twice a day?  I love seeing them pumped, I love feeling the heavy weights in my hands... pumping... making me stronger..."  She was doing the pumping right now but it wasn't weights she was using.  "My husband just doesn't understand my insatiable lust to grow my muscles bigger... stronger... but you do, don't you?  You want me to grow, to be fucking huge, massively muscular, my body a musclebound hulk of a girl..." She pressed her body against mine and continued to stroke my cock, faster now.  "Would you like that?" she whispered to me, "Would you like me to be fucking huge?"

In the middle of a nod from me, she abruptly kissed me passionately, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  She pressed her firm breasts against my chest and ground her pussy against my hard cock.  "I want your cock baby," she said, releasing my lips from hers.  "I want to suck you so bad, fill me with your cum."  She lowered herself onto her knees in front of me, continuing to stroke me up and down with my cock inches from her mouth, then stopped and looked up at me.  "That is what you want, right?  You want me to suck your cock?"

"Oh god yes!" I couldn't believe she had to ask!

"Good, because I want you to give me a huge load of cum... feed my muscles, make them GROW!"

With that, she took my cock into her hot, wet mouth and expertly started to suck me off.  She gripped my ass with her left hand and flexed her impressively-pumped up right bicep.  I felt her muscular arm while she pumped it and while her mouth pumped my cock.  In-between gulps of flesh, she whispered up at me, "I want more muscle... more... bigger... stronger..."

As she talked and sucked, all I could think about was her being a huge heavyweight bodybuilder, of the Colette Guimond type.  It was an image of Colette that was in my head when I exploded cum inside her mouth.  She hungrily swallowed each and every drop, sucking me dry.

She removed her hot, hungry mouth from my cock and stood up, licking her lips and embraced me, kissing me deeply and passionately.  She stepped back and then started posing and flexing for me.  "Do you like what you see?" she asked, going from double-bicep to a lat-spread, to a side-chest.  "Ooh, is it getting hot in here?"